Cheer

My first new story in a little while is something quite different, and a little out of season: a summery MFF story inspired by the wonderful Webcomic "Cheer" by Foreview. I hope you enjoy it!

As ever, constructive feedback is always welcome, so please let me know what you think.

Stay safe,

- J

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"I can't wait to go to the beach!" John yelled, enthused. "It's been ages. But, I guess it's a bit different for you, isn't it? Like, 'Yayyy, senior trip... To my old house'"

"Oh yeah, it'll be nice to get to see my old home town," Micheal admitted. "But-"

"Oh," a voice piped in from the row behind. "You used to live around here?"

The pretty tanned face of Megan Williams, one of the school's cheerleaders, appeared over the bus's seat with a smile, immediately changing Mike's train of thought.

"Oh yeah, before I got my scholarship I lived just down in that town over there." Micheal aimed his finger at the blur of buildings visible just a few miles further down the cliff edge.

"Oh, well then, you can show us all the cool spots!"

Pale and blonde, Sarah Heslop was every bit as pretty as the girl she sat next to, but with almost the exact opposite complexion.

"Oh, uh..." Micheal tried to stop his face from flushing red at the thought of spending the whole day showing his crush and her best friend around town. "Sure!"

"I'm so glad we're finally here," Megan groaned as the bus pulled into town and she shuffled out of her seat. "I can't wait to stretch my legs!"

"You're glad?!" Sarah snarked, indignantly. "You're like 5'3"! You can hardly complain!" As the blonde stood out of her seat, she towered over not just Megan, but John as well.

"Oh shush, you Amazon freak," teased Megan, earning her a firm shove into the opposite row.

"Oh, you think you have it bad," Micheal chuckled, whacking his head against the bus's roof as he joined them in the cramped aisle.

"Okay, yeah. Fair enough," Sarah admitted. "At least I can just about stand up here. Can we get off this damn bus though, please? I'm starving!"

"Yeah, good idea." John laughed as he led the four out into the windy parking lot.

As the group stepped out into the warm air, they huddled around and quickly decided that the first thing they wanted to do was go eat.

Deciding that Mike would choose where to go, John joked, "Lead the way, Sacagawea."

"What?"

"Who?"

The two girls both had a puzzled look on their face. "Who's Saschaweea?"

"Sacagawea," John corrected them.

"The Native American guide who showed Lewis and Clark around the USA.

"Oh, cool! You're Native American?!" The two boys couldn't help but look at Megan in disbelief. "I'm, like, 1/8th Shoshone too!" she said, emphatically.

"Err... No, it was a joke. My parents are both from the UK, definitely no Native American in me," Micheal explained with a laugh. "Plus, Sacagawea WAS Shoshone. Surely, you should have known who she was if that's your ancestry too."

Megan only shrugged.

"They taught us all this in history class so many times," John added, sounding noticeably frustrated.

"She never pays attention in class!" Sarah laughed as she elbowed her friend in the side.

"Oh," Megan snapped back at her friend, "Did YOU know that?"

"Not important!" Sarah insisted sharply.

~~~

As the late spring sun sank low in the sky, the seniors all filtered back to their hostel to tuck in for the night.

"It sucks that the one time we don't have a curfew there's not a single thing to do after dark," John moaned as he slumped onto his bed. "I wish we were 21. Imagine going out to the bars with those girls and getting smashed. It'd be great!"

"Haha, yeah. That'd be amazing. I can't believe they spent all day with a couple of nerds like us," Mike agreed.

"Yeah! You managed to get them to stick with us all day! You're a legend, man. I think this calls for a celebration..."

Reaching down into his bag, he pulled from it the bag of his medicines, and from that he pulled out one bottle in particular. It was pharmacy labeled, but Micheal guessed that it probably wasn't prescribed medication.

"The teachers might have been checking all the bags pretty closely, but I didn't think they'd be going through every bottle of medicine. Certainly not when you need as much as I do..." They both laughed as John unscrewed the cap. The scent of Fireball whiskey drifted through the room. "Having a hundred things wrong with you does, at least, have some advantages," he says, smirking. "Want a swig?"

"Nah, thanks for the offer but I've got a... Thing to do. For old time's sake," Mike smiled, as he headed for the door. "Don't drink too much!"

~~~

As Micheal reached the rocky tide pools at the end of the beach, he headed straight for a spot he knew well. Navigating by the fading light of the sun and the dim light of the moon he hopped and skipped over the black rocks, until he found one rocky crater larger than the rest: at least six feet across and a couple of feet deep. For a moment he admired it, before setting his bag down and beginning to remove his clothes.

"Shit," he cursed aloud, "forgot my fucking trunks." After spending a minute dithering over what to do, he began to remove his t-shirt, revealing the slim but toned body beneath. "Fuck it, it's not like anyone will see if I'm skinny dipping. You can barely even see through the surface of the water with this light on it anyway." Packing his socks tightly into his shoes and throwing them aside before taking a final glance around, Micheal removed his shorts and underwear. "Skinny dipping... first time for everything," he chuckled to himself as he stepped carefully into the dark pool. "Oh, that's nice and cool."

Quickly he settled into the water, and let out a relaxed sigh as it surrounded him. "It's good to be home." Then his thoughts drifted to the way things were before he left, to the friends he'd had, the adventures they would have on the sand and in the caves, the nights they'd spend looking up at the stars as they shimmered, just like they were tonight. Most of his friends brought girls from the other school down here to spend some time together, although none had ever accepted Michael's offer. "I wonder how much cum has been squirted over these rocks," he thought, with an uncomfortable shiver. "Doesn't bare thinking about." This beach wasn't just for sex though, the mile-long stretch of sand and rock was used for barbecues, school trips and fishing. It brought tourists to the town that kept half the town's businesses afloat, and it was the number one place to hang out for all the kids. It was also a status symbol: if you knew the cool places to hang out on the beach, you were one of the cool kids. Some groups might usually climb up the cliff face a way and into one of the old sea caves set higher up in the rock, or follow the sand bars out way into the sea to stand surrounded by the water, but this rockpool was Michael's place. Not as cool as some, but when he'd moved here as a kid his dad had brought him out here to fish away from the tourists and just about fallen in this hole on their way to the sea's edge. They'd never caught many fish that day, or any day for that matter, but Micheal would keep coming back to that hole they'd found. His cool spot in the rocks was the source of what little social status he'd had in elementary and early high school.

Suddenly, though, his reminiscing was interrupted by the sound of voices. He could make out 2 voices, whispering loudly to each other, apparently slipping and sliding all over the slick ground. Before a pair of faces appeared from behind the largest boulder. As Micheal looked over he saw Megan and Sarah dash nimbly up to the edge of his rock pool.

"Hey hey!" They laughed together, "I knew you'd know the best places to come!"

Micheal hurriedly tried to cover himself, although the two beauties apparently hadn't noticed he was naked. Megan's tanned skin seemed to almost shimmer in the last light of the day, and her big brown eyes had a slight glow to them as they caught the sun's rays. Her athletic body was covered by a sports bra and skin tight shorts, which she gave Micheal a perfect view of as she bent to remove her shoes. The other had come in a less revealing outfit, with jogging bottoms and a loose t-shirt, but as Megan slipped down into the pool Sarah pulled the top over her head to reveal a striking red bikini top, that added a flash of colour to her porcelain skin. Her body was less toned that Megan's but more curvatious, and Micheal couldn't help but stare at it as she removed her trousers to reveal legs that seemed to go on for miles, topped with matching red bikini bottoms. Building her removed clothes into a neat pile, she too slipped into the water.

"Don't mind if we join you, do you?"

"N... No, not as such..." Micheal stammered, trying to think how he would get out of this without the girls realising he was nude.

"Oh good, we'll share of course." Megan reached up and grabbed a bottle from her backpack, along with a trio of plastic cups. "We brought some for you too. Didn't want to be rude..."

As they drank, they began to talk, and Micheal all but forgot that he was naked. They talked about his old life in the UK, his life when he first moved here, the things he'd done at school and what happened on this beach. And they talked about the girl's lives. Micheal had never really had a way with the ladies, he always found them intimidating, especially the pretty ones, but there was something easy about this, it felt natural. He learned that they were both cheerleaders since they were little, and had gone to the same school and performed on the same team since day 1. Megan would do the flips and aerobatics, while Sarah, although just as capable of doing cartwheels and jumps, was better suited to using her strength and height to catapult the smaller girls into the air or support the base of a pyramid.

"Apart from when you damned near dropped all of us!" Megan jabbed at her.

"Only nearly! I kept you up in the end, didn't I?"

"Yeah only after 3 of us jumped off before we fell! It was like that bit in Titanic!"

"The bit where the guy jumps off and hits the propeller on the way down?" Micheal burst out laughing at the thought. "That's the best bit of the movie!"

"Oh, hahaha. Kinda I guess," Megan laughed back.

"Not one for romance movies, eh Mike?" Sarah added.

"Not one for romance full stop," he laughed back, before he realised that probably wasn't the best thing to say. Quickly, he changed the subject. "I-er, I can't believe you could lift that many people!"

"Are you kidding?" Megan butted in, "she's like 6 feet tall!"

"Am not!" Sarah protested, slapping the water and losing her cup in the process. "I'm 5'11."

"Oh yeah, but tall doesn't mean you're super strong," Mike explained, "I'm 6'4 but I'm definitely not that strong."

"Fine. I'll lift you, then. I'll show you." Reaching over, she grabbed him under the shoulders and began to effortlessly hoist him out of the water.

Suddenly, Micheal was reminded of his state of undress. "Wait!" Tilting his weight backwards he bumped back down onto the base of the pool. "I...er- don't want to spill!" Gesturing at his cup, he managed a nervous giggle.

"Fine." Sarah rolled her eyes, "but I spilled mine anyway." Turning away she bent to grab the bottle and another cup from the bag, and it took all of Mike's willpower not to stare at her toned, round behind as she did. He took a long drink from his cup, trying to use it to hide his cheeks which had flushed as red as Sarah's bikini.

As she slipped back into the water, Megan tapped her underwater, and they both understood what she meant.

"I think we should play a drinking game," Megan announced.

"Yeah," Sarah continued, "rock, paper, scissors. Loser drinks, winner gets to make a command and the loser, or losers, have to follow it."

"Anything goes," Megan giggled.

"What?" Mike asked, "just... Anything?"

"Yeah, what would we have to worry about with a shy pussy like you?" Megan teased, a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Pussy?! Fine. Let's play."

"3, 2, 1, go!" Tapping Sarah beneath the water, Megan stealthily instructed her to play scissors.

Mike: scissors, Sarah: scissors. Megan: rock.

"Ha! I win!" Megan boasted, as the other two took a drink each. "I order you, Sarah, to take off your top."

"Gahh! Already?!"

"Yep."

"Fine," Sarah grumbled as she necked the rest of her cup. Reaching behind her back, she tugged on the ribbons of her bikini top and it fell away to reveal her perfectly perky, round breasts, shining in the light as water droplets ran slowly down them, the piercing in her right nipple particularly catching the light.

Micheal noticed he had been staring at them when Sarah shot him a judgemental look through the tops of her eyes.

"Ah, sorry, sorry!" Micheal's face flushed even more red as he flapped and turned away, causing Megan to burst out laughing.

"I'm kidding, you can totally look," Sarah told him.

"Oh... But then I'd miss looking at your pretty face..." Mike replied, and Megan started laughing even harder.

"You did not just say that!" She managed to spurt out.

"My face? Really?" Megan rolled her eyes, her own cheeks turning slightly pink. "Well, I guess you can look anywhere you want..."

"Next round," Megan announced after she'd managed to control her laughter. Signalling for Sarah to play Rock, she did as well. Micheal also played rock, and the round was declared a draw. "Alright, go again. 3,2,1, go!" This time she signalled for Sarah to play paper, and both the girls played the same. Micheal played scissors, so he won.

"Okay," Megan asked. "What's your command?"

"Not a command, but a question: why are you two doing this? Do you just wanna come and embarrass the shy guy? Or are you just looking for a quick fuck in the ocean and all the hot guys were busy?"

"Well you're here," Sarah answered, "so clearly not ALL the hot guys are busy. Well, you're busy now, I guess, but, I mean..." She was unusually flustered, stumbling over her words.

"You're so drunk already," Megan sighed.

"And besides!" Sarah added, "sex in the ocean sucks."

"Oh," Megan giggled, "that's not entirely true."

"You're the one who told me that!" Sarah whined.

"Well, skin's got no friction in the water," Megan explained, as she moved closer to Mike. "But if you're a little clever..." Putting her legs around him, she pushed her crotch into his, and felt the outline of his bare cock pressing back. "Oh, you're not..." She whispered.

"S-surprise?" Michael giggled nervously, feeling himself get hard at the caress of Megan's swimsuit. She felt it too.

"Holy shit, you're... Huge," she whispered. "Anyway," she continued, "what I was trying to say, was, er." Unable to resist any longer, she slipped her hands below the water and grabbed hold of Mike's cock, stretching out her fingers to feel it's impressive length and girth

"Ah!" Micheal let out a surprised gasp as she did, and turned a deeper shade of red than he ever thought possible.

Swiftly, Sarah swooped in and grabbed Megan, pulling the two apart. "What do you think you're doing?! Get off him."

As Megan landed with a splash, Sarah stood over her, both pairs of eyes locked on each other's.

"What I was trying to say..." Megan continued, trying to slow her breathing, "was that girl's swimsuits are dry-hump heaven."

"Oh," Sarah giggled. "That does sound like fun."

"You're absolutely hammered," Megan sighed, rolling her eyes.

"Oh shush," Sarah said as she helped Megan out of the water, and the pair sat facing Micheal again. "Ready for another round?"

"Mhm."

"Yeah!"

"3, 2, 1, go!"

The two girls played paper, Michael played rock, and a smile shone across his face.

"If she's naked," he said looking at Sarah, "then I guess you need to be too, Meg."

"Fine," she smiled, pulling off her sports bra in one swift motion, revealing her small but perfectly formed breasts, accentuated with a piercing that matched Sarah's.

"Alright, she carried on, 1, 2-"

"Oh wow," Micheal interrupted, "you two have, er, matching piercings?"

"Oh yeah," Megan smiled, "we have matching... haircuts too-"

"We're not like THAT though," Sarah blurted out, "just best friends..."

"What's it like?" The excited, blushing boy asked.

"YOU WANNA GET ONE?!" Sarah shouted, even more excited than he was, diving closer so he had a better view. "If you wanna, I'll get the other one pierced too. Plus they heal up if you take it out, so it's not like there's any commitment."

"No, no, I'm just curious," he explained.

"Oh yeah," Sarah giggled back, "you came out of a boys school..."

"How did you know that?"

"Common knowledge," she blurted over him, earning a hearty sigh from Megan. "3, 2, 1, go!" She continued, before anyone could say anything else.

Sarah had played scissors, the other two had played paper.

"Congrats," Megan grumbled, rolling her eyes.

"Foot massage." Sarah ordered, sticking her legs out straight towards the still confused-looking Micheal. "I heard you're pretty good with your hands."

Micheal raised his eyebrows at her.

"Massaging, I mean," she clarified.

"Oh, yeah, it's a hazing thing. Where did you hear that?"

"Common knowledge... Tell me about this boy's school hazing"

"Well they get you to do all kinds of stupid things," Micheal explained. "Make you run gauntlets, throw you in the sea, make you give massages. And when word gets around that the new kid from England gives great foot massages, well... Everyone wanted one. The only difference was whether they expected a happy ending or not."

"Ooooh," the girls giggled in unison.

"No," he protested, dropping Sarah's foot into the water. "I did not."

"Jeez," she grumbled, surprised, before Megan butted in and began counting again.

"3. 2. 1. Go." As she counted she secretly signalled for Sarah to play paper, by placing the palm of her hand on the small of Sarah's back. Micheal played scissors, and thought for a moment about what his command would be.

"Well you two are both cheerleaders, right?"

"Uh-huh."

"Well how about you two do a bit of a routine?"

"Sure!" Sarah happily agreed, eager to show off.

"Well that's technically 2 commands... But okay. Wanna do eagle claw?"

The two girls stood, and after a quick stretch began working through their routine; twisting, dancing and flipping across the uneven surface of the pool while Micheal looked on in lustful awe. The show reached its crescendo with the pair flipping backwards, sending water flicking into the air, but as they came to a stop upright Sarah lost her footing on a particularly uneven piece of rock. Teetering on one foot for a moment, she tried to regain her balance but soon went tumbling head over heels into the water. Megan found this hilarious and broke out laughing at her friend as Mike, much more concerned, darted over to try and help her up.

"Are you okay?!"

As he grabbed her hands and pulled him out of the water, she came face-to-face with his big, semi-swollen cock.

"Shit, I fell in but I'm fiiiinneee... Hello!"

"Oh fuck," Micheal cursed as he dropped back into the water as fast as he could and tried to cover himself up.

"No no no no no no, it's fine!" Sarah reassured him, feeling her body tingle at the sight of his. "Wait... Have you been naked this whole time?!" She turned to Megan with an accusatory stare. "You sat on him!"

"Oh, like I'd be chatting if anything happened!" Megan protested back.

"True, I suppose," Sarah admitted, checking herself for cuts and bruises.

"Anyway," Micheal butted in, "are you okay?"

"Uh-huh," she reassured, "just a scratch. What did you think of our routine?"

"I was worried I was going to wake up," Micheal giggled, taking a big drink from his cup to steady his nerves. "You two are heart-stoppingly gorgeous. Watching you two dance is like watching 2 birds of paradise... Well, I mean, birds aren't really sexy, what I mean is, erm..." With every word he turned a deeper shade of red as he tried to talk his way out of the embarrassing hole he had gotten himself into. "You two are so beautiful, so graceful, every inch of you is perfect."