Adam, Beloved Mentor 8

by Tim Anders <Timlovesjase@yahoo.com.au>

Adam, Beloved Mentor (8) by Tim Anders

Revised version of 'Back in the Big Smoke' (Sequel to 'Country Life').

Having warned friends, agents and family that we'd be gone for a few weeks and Uni not starting again till early March, we got organised for our big adventure up north.

Adam hated the holidays at 5-star fancy places where his filthy rich father used to take the family. Not only was he bored at 15 16, he had to be careful about ogling cute guys at the pool and, worst of all, pretend he enjoyed the company of sheilas who took to him in a big way. Not that one would blame them, judging by his devastating looks when I met him ten years later. In the intervening years, ever since his old man kicked him out, Adam had never been on a holiday, apart from the odd day on the beach and now he wanted to make up for all those years by roughing it out there in the wide open spaces.

"What d'you reckon, little man, we'll get a Range Rover and hit the bush track?"

I remembered the 'bush trips' with Dad and sounded less than impressed. "Bush track? You mean we're not going up north?"

"Yes, mate, of course we're going north as planned. But instead of flying up there like bloody plutocrats, we'll take in some of the countryside on our way."

"Pluto- what?"

"Hey, who is the educated one around here?"

"Don't look at me, mate," I laughed.

"You mean I've been blistering your bum for nothing?"

"What do you mean?"

"Come a bit closer and I'll tell you," he said with a big grin.

"Most certainly!" This sounded like fun. I stood right in front of him, my arms around his neck, "this close enough?" I could feel his hand on my little mate, still hidden in my shorts."

"Hmm, what's this, then?"

"Have a guess," I snorted - a game we often played. My little mate was very unruly and grew by the second, specially in Adam's presence.

"I have no idea what you're hiding in there, mate. I'll have to investigate." His other hand was already at the waistband of my footy shorts.

"Now, now, Sir, you're not by any chance taking advantage of an innocent boy?"

Adam continued his investigation. "On the contrary, young man, the advantage will be all yours." My shorts dropped to the floor and I was in his hands, so to speak.

"How so?" I breathed heavily.

"You'll find out in a moment," he pulled my foreskin right back, "hm, sliding roof even! Looks nice. Feels nice too."

"Yes it does," I whispered in his ear.

"Well then," he assumed a different tone and slapped my bare buns, "how did we get to this?"

"You were going to tell me what you meant about blistering my bum."

"That's right," Adam laughed, "what I meant was that all my efforts to motivate you to study seem to have failed miserably. You don't even know what a plutocrat is!"

"I must have been sick that day," I giggled back, "I bet you don't know what a pluto-thing is, either, just using big words to show off and then abuse - - "

While I was talking he'd placed his foot on the rung of the bar stool and bent me over his knee, "oh yes, I do know what it means," and he slapped my bottom spelling out the word P-L-U-T-O-C-R-A-T, followed by, "it means" SLAP "some bastard" SLAP "who is running the show" SLAP "only because he's got money" SLAP-SLAP. "I should know" SLAP "because my old man" SLAP-SLAP "is one of them" SLAP-SLAP-SLAP, "end of lesson." All this was done with much hilarity but my backside tingled quite a bit by the time he'd finished.

I was rubbing my buns and winced a bit, "Is that how you learned it? Pretty rough I reckon."

"Hey you're not really sore from a little bum tickle, are you?" He ruffled my hair.

"Well, you do sometimes underestimate the impact of your bricklayer hands on my delicate backside, remember? (trying to make him feel guilty).

He kissed me, rubbing my behind at the same time, "aw, come on little man, I'm sorry."

"It's ok, you brute, I still love you. So, was that how you learned what it means?"

"Plutocrat? No, mate, I got heaps from the old man, but not for this one. I heard someone calling him that once and asked him what it meant. I got a box on the ear for an answer, so I went and looked it up."

"Well, I'm sorry I didn't know, but it never came up in my lectures," I joked. "What was all that about anyway, can you remember? Or was it just an excuse to strip me naked and have your wicked way with me? Not that you've ever needed an excuse - - "

"No, you cute little bugger, you're _s_e_x_y and bloody crazy and you give me lots of excellent reasons. One of the many things I love about you.

"Which? The _s_e_x_y or the crazy bit?"

He just looked at me, "you're driving me nuts - how could I be so lucky! I could eat you."

"What d'you mean 'could'? Have I ever stopped you?"

I was still in his arms and he landed another slap on my bare bottom, "dirty boy! I am being all romantic and all you think of is S E X!!" We both snorted.

"How can I help it if I'm being held captive by such a _s_e_x_y bastard!!" I nibbled his ear.

Another slap on my bum. "You bastard calling me a bastard??"

"Ha-ha, we've done that before, mate! But you're the gorgeousest bastard I know."

"I know one little devil that's much _s_e_x_ier ..." he pulled me onto his knee and a passionate kiss ensued, which could have sent me over the edge if the phone hadn't rung.

We both came up for air. "Let it ring," I purred.

But Adam had already reached for the phone, "Adam!"

While he was listening, I got off his lap and went to get some cool drinks from the kitchen. He followed me a minute or two later.

"Who was it?"

"Bloody pollies survey!"

"Liberals?" I smirked.

He nodded, "how did you guess?"

"You said BLOODY.

He grabbed my chin, "smart cookie."

I handed him his drink, "I know I am, even if I don't know what a plutocrat is."

He gulped his drink down, "yeah, but now you do, I hope you appreciate all this education I'm bestowing upon you."

"Woo-hoo, this IS big words day!" I teased. "He's bestowing edecation - yet." He put his glass on the sink and grabbed my shoulders. "Sorry!! I'm sorry!!," I giggled, as he pulled me close till our noses touched. "Didn't mean to be rude, your worship."

Adam replied with a long kiss. My little mate jutted out provocatively. "I love you, mate," his voice was slightly hoarse, "you realise how much I love you?" He pulled me even closer and took hold of my naked bum with both hands.

My arms were around his neck, "I know mate, and I love you even more."

"Impossible!" He pinched my buns.

"OUCH! - ok, ok, I love you just a little less . . ." My rigid little mate was rubbing against the front of his cut-offs - -

"WHAT?!?!" He kissed me again, simultaneously squeezing my buns till my little mate could take no more and erupted violently. Adam realised what was happening and held me very tight, our tongues dancing a wild tango in each other's mouths. Eventually his hold loosened a little, and we looked down at the sticky mess.

"Now look what you've done," I mock-chided.

"Meee? Hey, whose goo is this?"

"Yeah, but you made me do it," I defended myself.

"Rubbish, you just have no self-control!"

"That's what my dad always said."

"He was right, obviously. Well, what are you going to do about it?"

"Shower?" I whispered in his ear, and he lifted me up and carried me to the bathroom where we both got under the shower, Adam still in his usual 'at home' gear, a pair of cut-off jeans, just about as skimpy and dilapidated as the ones he had designated as my discipline shorts. They were very tight and getting soaked, and his little mate was growing at an alarming rate. I had a lot of trouble undoing the buttons and freeing the prisoner. Once out, I took firm hold of him and pushed the foreskin right back, which always sent shudders of pleasure through Adam. "May as well get properly cleaned up," I said, as I started applying the soap.

"Don't forget my shorts," he added.

Joint showers were always great fun and if it hadn't been for the need to save water we could have spent ages cleaning each other. Not surprisingly, they sometimes functioned as an overture to further action, time permitting. As we finished, Adam was very horny and my little mate was quite frisky, despite his recent 'outburst'.

So, I stood on my toes, we were both still wet, and whispered close to his mouth, "come on, tiger, take me to your den and devour me." It was a favourite game of ours, often played with variations, but it always ended with Adam giving his almighty caveman roar, throwing me over his shoulder with me beating his back in 'protest' till we both landed on the big bed. Same this time, and we 'devoured' each other.

"Listen, mate, if you keep doing this, I'll be an old man before my time and we'll never get out of the house, let alone up north," he said to me with a dirty smirk.

"Oh why is it always me - - " I started wailing, but I was shut up when his mouth closed mine and we sank back on the bed in one of those tight embraces where you feel you're about to expire with happiness.

We gazed at each other, I stroked his stubbled face, he ruffled my hair. "Listen, mate, let's get organised so we can get away soon."

I just wanted to stay there, close to him, soaked in this wonderful feeling of happiness and belonging, I loved him so much. But I knew, what he said made sense. "Sure," I said and went for another quick shower, hoping Adam would join me, but he waited till I'd finished and I pouted when he came in.

"I know, mate," he laughed, "but we'd be in and out of here all day." He slapped my bum, "you trying to milk me dry or something? Now give us a smile!" I bared my teeth in a forced grin and ran before his hand could connect again.

I don't know how he managed it, but two days later there was a green Range Rover in our carport, 'pre-loved' but it looked like new. We'd done all our packing and shopping and were ready to leave. Together we went through the unit for last checks, making sure everything was closed, locked, and turned off (except the fridge).

We came to the kitchen, and there was the cane in its usual place, handy for easy access. Adam took it from the window sill, "hmm, what's that still doing here?"

Earlier that day, he'd asked me if I was planning to misbehave on our trip and I joked, "I wouldn't say planning, mate, but you know how it is."

He knew very well 'how it is', all the more since he'd been fairly indulgent this last week to let me get over that very painful episode at Brian and Roger's place. We both knew this leniency wouldn't - couldn't last. So, I wasn't surprised when he told me to put two of the 'tutorial aids' in the car. Normally he'd use a belt or a switch for disciplining me on outings. But we both agreed the cane was the most effective implement.

As it was now obvious I'd failed to carry out the instruction, I realised I'd be travelling on a striped, hot backside and my little mate stirred just a little. "Im sorry, I forgot, mate - - - "

"C'mon, bend over." The cane swished in Adam's hand.

I was about to undo my jeans, but he said, "no need for that, I'll get through to you, don't worry. Just bend over." He then rapidly whacked that cane five times across the tight seat of my jeans, making me gasp. "OK, that'll do! Get up, mate." I rose and we had our customary after-spank hug, grinning at each other, while I was still rubbing my bottom. There was no more to be said. I put the cane, together with my 'personal' one from the bedroom, under some rugs on the back seat and we finally drove off.

Right from the start of the trip, whenever we met people, and without even discussing it before, Adam kept referring to me as his little brother, and I really enjoyed the dream. It made me feel just that little bit closer to him. It also had the advantage, that we were able to be much more 'physical' with each other and people wouldn't raise eyebrows or give us dubious looks if we shared a room in a motel or a shower in the camping park. Brothers were allowed to do that.

All this could become quite hilarious at times when he started spinning yarns about me being a bit of a black sheep and having got into a 'spot of bother', and how he'd taken me in hand on behalf of the family, to straighten me out. The latter was often accompanied by a firm slap on my bum, which made my little mate jump with joy. It also covered the chance that someone might overhear me getting the stick, which happened only a few times over the five weeks of the trip.

On the other hand, there was a lot of 'fun' handspanking at nights and in the mornings, and I have no doubt that neighbours in camping parks and motels were aware of that. Sometimes I got concerned looks, or parents even called their daughters when I came near. They probably assumed the 'spot of bother' I was supposed to be in, had something to do with girls. What dirty little minds these heteros have!!

It turned out to be a wonderful holiday and I am so glad we were able to have that together before it all ended. After doing some cross-country in Victoria, including some very romantic camping out in the wild (no neighbours there!), we continued on to Sydney where we spent a few days in a luxurious but hideously expensive hotel, where I got the stick for the first time on this trip.

It was not even a big deal offence, just me being a brat, wanting us to stay longer, and then sulking when Adam explained for the third time why we couldn't. He decided it was time for 'a little discipline' and sent me down to the underground carpark to retrieve one of the canes from the car. Our room was on the 5th or 6th floor, and I wished I'd walked back up instead of taking the lift. I had the distinct feeling people getting in and out were scrutinising me as I was trying to hide the cane behind my back. By the time I reached our room, I felt I'd already been punished, but I knew I deserved the tangible reminder that was about to be spelt out on my backside.

Adam was on the phone booking a table for dinner, which made me feel even more guilty for being such a selfish turd. I quietly stripped naked and gave him the cane when he finished.

"I'm sorry for being an arsehole."

"Yeah, well, as long as you understand why you're being punished."

"I do, mate, I really do."

"OK, bend over then," he swished the cane with some vigour, which I read as indication of his intentions, and I felt quite nervous. I had the feeling this was going to hurt a lot.

"Aargh!!" I was not wrong! He whacked my bum four or five times with such vigour, I yelped after the first one, after which I managed to reduce my reaction to hissing.

Adam dropped the cane, "stand up and come here, little man." I rubbed my buns as I tearfully leaned against his chest and he enveloped me in his arms. "I don't want to have to do this too often while we're on holidays. You think you can remember that?"

I looked at his face and there was his lovely smile and I threw my arms around him. "I love you, mate, and I'm sorry to be so selfish and spoil it for you."

Adam massaged my very sore bottom, "I think you've spoilt it more for yourself, mate. You'll have to sit on these when we go out to dinner later. Better lie on the bed so I can see what I can do about it."

For a moment I thought he was going to 'ravish' me, and my little mate showed clear signs of interest. But we had a rule of keeping discipline and pleasure apart. So, instead he rubbed our anti-bruising salve into my striped bum, which always is a little painful at first, but soon turns into a very pleasant massage. He finished his ministration with a firm slap on the just treated surface and told me to get ready to go out. We had a quick shower together (keeping hands to ourselves), dressed up (for once) and had a romantic dinner in a restaurant with a dazzling view of the Harbour.

As I sat down on my still tender cheeks, I inadvertently pulled a face, prompting Adam to ask, "you OK, mate?"

I have no idea what the waiter thought when I blushed, "yep, I'm fine, thanks."

Adam gave me a big grin after the waiter left, "still a bit hot, is it?"

I grinned back somewhat sheepishly, "mhmhm - my little mate reckons it's quite _s_e_x_y."

"Hell - is he up again??"

"'fraid so."

"Tell him we'll deal with him later." His foot was rubbing up my leg under the table.

"Please don't, mate!" I blushed again, looking around to check if anyone was observing us, "unless you want him to erupt in my new pants." I only mouthed that part of the sentence.

"Sorry, mate." Thankfully, he took pity and his foot retreated. It turned out to be a very long, romantic evening. I woke up next morning feeling Adam's lips on my striped behind and I cried quietly with happiness.

I'd never been to Sydney before but, even though he hadn't seen it for about ten years, Adam still knew his way around. He got a real kick out of showing me the sights from Bondi Beach to the Opera House, and even out to the Blue Mountains. Maybe it was all a bit hectic, but we had a ball and I loved having my man all to myself without interruptions for such an extended period.

After Sydney, we travelled up the coast, stopping here and there for a spot of swimming and snorkelling (which I'd never done before), or just lazing around. I have always been thankful to my ancestors for my olive skin, which makes it easier to get a tan even with the blockout stuff that we slather on each other. Adam had that typically Mediterranean olive skin, a little darker than mine, which matched his black hair and dark brown eyes perfectly.

In one of the shops in Byron Bay we ran into Alex, an old mate of Adam's from the days when they were working as strippers in Melbourne clubs. He was in his 30s, very friendly, fit and quite spunky to look at, and he invited us to stay in his house, a little out of town.

Adam looked at me. I would have liked us to stay in town on our own, but I could tell he wanted to chew over old times with Alex. 'Fair enough', I thought, 'might even be fun to find out a bit more about your sordid past', but I didn't say it quite like that.

"Sure, mate, if you want to, it's fine by me." I wasn't so keen on the way Alex kept checking out my crotch and stripping me with his eyes, but I was sure Adam would pick that up. He was pretty vigilant about such things. Sometimes he overdid the protection just enough to make me feel he didn't trust me, which then led to a little tiff and the inevitable 'making up' later.

Alex smiled and nodded, "I always liked your taste, mate, very much like mine." I managed to avoid him putting his arm around me. "Oh, a bit shy, are we? How cute."

I blushed and clung to Adam hoping he'd save me, "no, mate, this is my little brother Tim."

"Wow! I never knew you had such a gorgeous little brother"

Adam looked me over, "hm, I guess you got a point, mate, he doesn't look too bad. S'pose it runs in the family," he chuckled.

"You're still as modest as ever, mate!" Alex said this with such a sincere expression on his face, I burst out laughing.

Adam grinned and slapped my bum, "another family trait."

Alex leered, "I still think your brother is too cute to be just your brother."

"You can think what you like, mate, just remember he's off limits, OK?"

"Aw, that's a bit unfair, keeping him all to yourself," Alex snorted, "isn't that illegal?"

"No, mate, you always did have a dirty mind. He's got himself into a bit of trouble and I'm looking after him till it all blows over," which he punctuated with another slap on the tight seat of my jeans.

"I see." Alex turned to me again, "what sort of trouble . . ."

"We're not talking about that, mate."

"Sorry, didn't mean to . . ."

"That's OK. Let's just say I've taken charge till he's 18, and until then I'm going to drum some sense into him. Isn't that right?" He looked at me with that wicked twinkle in his eyes.

I didn't protest I was only three months short of 19, assuming he had a reason to play this game, and I did my best to play the part he'd cast me in. I've always liked acting and it was fun to play the 'little-brother-gone-bad-but-at-least-repentant-and-willing-to-make-amends'.

"Ah, like that, is it?" Alex grinned gleefully. "You used to be pretty good at playing the drums, I remember." He overtly rubbed his bottom and we all burst into laughter. As we followed Alex in our car, I questioned Adam about the games he used to play with Alex. He admitted they'd had a bit of a fling several years back and, like me, Alex used to complain about the sting Adam's hand could deliver to a naked bum, even if given in fun.

The next couple of days were filled with Alex showing us all the sights. He was really very nice and clearly loved having us there, never leaving our side except in bed. There were two single beds in our room, and we went to some considerable trouble making them both look 'slept in', but I think Alex probably knew the truth anyway and just played along to indulge Adam. They both were really happy to've caught up with each other, and I had lots of fun listening to their reminiscences of the days when they used to get up to mischief together. I knew Adam was quite a lad, but he never spoke about his past in detail, except when I asked a specific question. So, I found out quite a bit about my man and his past.

Byron Bay was to be the end of our journey north, but Adam had secretly booked us into a resort in the Whitsunday Islands. He used to hate it as a kid, but he wanted to show me "what the idle rich do for their holidays". We left the Range Rover with Alex who drove us to Coolangatta from where we flew to Brisbane and then Proserpine.

A taxi took us to Airlie Beach where we stayed a couple of days and then went by boat to Hayman Island, probably one of the poshest of the lot. The 'suite' was the size of our unit at home and intimidating in its elegance. Crowded boat trips to some other islands persuaded us to hire a dinghy that enabled us to visit lonely beaches and to make love in exotic places.

We both enjoyed our stay more than expected because we had each other. As Adam said, "together with the love of your life, you can be happy anywhere."

I got in a bit of strife with one of those silly little buggy things that one can drive around the island. It seemed simple enough to drive the thing but I should have waited till Adam came back from the icecream shop. Instead, I thought I'd drive over and pick him up as a surprise. I'm afraid I was a bit of a menace on the road and ended up on one of those manicured lawns, as I was about to turn around the corner where Adam appeared just that moment. I panicked and churned some of the lawn, then stalled the thing.

Adam looked strangely tense. "I don't know why you never got a driver's licence," was all he said, as he handed me the two Magnums and drove off before anyone asked questions. We'd been talking about me getting a licence, but never got any further. Probably just as well. Adam liked being in charge and would have been a very impatient and unhappy passenger.

Back in our room, sorry: Suite, as we were enjoying our Magnums, I asked if he was going to punish me for that little lapse.

"Lapse!?!" he growled, "Tim, that was bloody stupidity! I don't know what possessed you."

"I just wanted to surprise you. It looked simple enough when you were driving it."

"Come over here, mate," he patted the couch where he was sitting and I joined him. He put his arm around me, "I don't care what you did to that lawn, mate. We'll go back there and pay for the damage. That's easy. But I aged about twenty years when I saw you - you could have been squashed on the road, mate." His voice became a little shaky. He was much more upset than I thought was warranted. His strong arm nearly squashed me but I didn't object. "I don't want you to take risks like that, mate. I love you! I can't lose you! I'll go mad if you get hurt." I cried with happiness, feeling totally enveloped by Adam's love and safe in his arms. At the same time I felt guilty.

He loosened his grip and I gently kissed his moist eyes, "sorry mate, I wasn't thinking."

"Not much of an excuse, is it," he joked, regaining his composure.

"I know. I keep doing it all the time."

"Looks like I'll have to blister that cute bum of yours again. Pull your shorts down and get over my knee." My little mate sprang to attention as I dropped my shorts and briefs and positioned myself over his lap. This was a highly unusual discipline position for us, but we had left the cane behind at Alex's place, together with our car and other things. He slapped my bare buns fairly hard about a dozen times, "OK, that'll have to do for the moment. It's your bum that needs the blistering, not my hand."

"The belt?" I asked as I stood up, rubbing my hindcheeks.

Adam hesitated for a moment, then decided, "no, mate. You deserve the cane for that. We'll do it when we get back to Alex's."

I had to quietly agree, remembering how upset he was about the whole thing, even if I felt he was making more of it than it deserved. I would have understood better if I'd known that he himself had a very close shave quite recently, which really shook him, but I didn't find out till much later.

We had a few great days there but as much as I'd enjoyed it all, I wasn't sorry when it was time to leave. There was something fake and dull, even a little intimidating about the place and its inhabitants, and I could understand why 15 year old Adam hated it ten years earlier.

Alex picked us up again from Coolangatta and we spent a few more days with him till it was time to start the journey home. We were very tired from the trip and just went to sleep in each other's arms that night. But we made up for it the next morning. Over breakfast we told Alex about our days among the money-bags, when he 'innocently' asked if little brother had behaved himself.

"Well," said Adam, "since you're asking - " and then he related the whole story. "That was the only time," he finished, ruffling my hair, "apart from that he's been quite a good boy, really."

Alex looked at me, "so, did this brute play the drums on your tender backside then?"

I blushed, "umm -"

"I gave him a foretaste. You see, we left the tutorial aid here. So, there's still some business to attend to."

"Oh!" Alex looked at me, "sorry to hear that." But I could tell from his grin how he really felt about it.

"It's OK," I managed to reply, "I've earned it."

"Brave young man, your little brother," Alex said.

"Sure," Adam grinned, "that runs in the family, too." He looked at me, "when you finished your breakfast, go and get yourself ready, mate. May as well get it over with."

I nodded. My little mate was rigid with anticipation but my stomach suddenly felt full. I still kept sipping my coffee, just to put it off a little longer.

"So what's this 'tutorial aid'?" Alex wanted to know. Adam looked at me, expecting me to answer.

"It's a cane," I said, blushing.

"Can I see it?"

"Sure," said Adam, "go and get it, mate."

I did and gave it to Alex who inspected it with interest and swished it a few times. "Hmm - I bet that stings quite a bit."

"It does."

"Specially on the bare bum - I presume that's what Adam means by getting yourself ready?"

"Yes." This was getting uncomfortable and I turned to Adam, getting up, "I've finished now."

"OK, mate, be right with you." I moved to take the cane from Alex but Adam waved me off, "don't worry, mate, I'll bring it along."

In our room, I stripped naked and pulled my foreskin back, as is our rule, and waited. It took quite a while till Adam appeared with the cane. "OK, mate, bend over." The cane scorched my buns six times. I yelped with each stroke, but then there was the longed for "stand up and come here." I rubbed my sore bottom as Adam took me in his arms. "Sorry I had to do that, mate, but you deserved it."

"I know," I whispered, clinging to him. "I'm sorry, too."

"OK then, get dressed. Alex wants to take us sightseeing."

I had a quick shower and when I appeared fully dressed again, I even managed a smile. Alex gave me a searching look but didn't say a word, for which I was grateful. Only once, as he drove us along a somewhat corrugated track, he turned around to me, "sorry, this is a bit bumpy, Tim, you OK there in the back?"

"Yep, Im fine," I replied, grinning to myself, enjoying the 'afterglow', and my little mate raised his head again.

Two days later we were on our way home. Alex had been a great host but I was glad to have Adam all to myself again.

When we returned home there was a message from Roger under the door: 'Left Brian. Hiding with friends. Please ring .... and then a phone number." I rang and a woman answered. She said Roger wasn't there but I could leave my number and she'd ask him to ring back.

to be continued (Comments are welcome)