Dolphin Dreams

by Jules Jones

  Patrick swam up to him. “I wasn’t trying to get you to ... well ...” He paused for a moment, then went on. “I know you’re not comfortable with it. I just wanted a swim, but the conversation sort of got smutty.”

  He laid one finger across Patrick’s mouth. “I know. Don’t worry about it.”

  Patrick grabbed his hand and kissed the palm. “Thanks, love. I should have said before things got silly, but I was just going to offer you a ride. Not that sort of ride. I thought you might like a tow around the pool.”

  Given how they felt about being treated as living toys, that was as big a thing for Patrick as what he’d just done was for him. “I appreciate it. Maybe later.” Not right now. It would mean asking Patrick to change shape again, and he was starting to realise just how uncomfortable they were with the idea of doing that in front of him. They simply didn’t do that where humans might see them; and even though he knew what they were, he’d never seen them change. It was their equivalent of a nudity taboo. “Let’s just have a splash around for now. We could do with having some fun.”

  Patrick grinned and said, “We could go and duck George.”

  “You could, but you won’t,” George said behind Patrick, making him jump. “I say we have a swim, and then if we have any energy left, we have a fuck. What do you two think?”

  He and Patrick thought it was a very good plan and were quite happy to go along with the suggestion.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  They finally left the cave to go and make dinner. It was a simple enough meal -- baked potatoes, grilled chicken breast, and salad -- but again it was something that marked the kitchen as being ready to use. Afterwards they went for a stroll around the garden, talking about what they’d need to do to start bringing it back to life. George had visions of fruit bushes and a vegetable garden. “Although we’ll have to wait until we’ve done the house. That’s more important.”

  “We’ll also need to see what can be grown here,” Martin reminded them. “It’s warm here, but we’re also right on the sea. The salt and wind will put off some plants.” He was surprised by their longing for a garden. Was it just something they’d read about in books, or was this a desire sparked by seeing gardens while wandering around the local towns? “We can order some seed catalogues, and you can have a browse through them.” He had no fear of them trying to take on more than they could handle in a single year -- they had already demonstrated with the house that they were capable of visualising the final result and then focusing on one small area at a time.

  “And at least one book,” George said. “We’ve got a few magazines, but they focus on what to do that month.”

  So they had at least some theoretical knowledge of gardening. “Well, we could start with a couple of tubs of bedding plants by the front door, and a tub of herbs by the kitchen door. It’ll brighten the place up and give you some practice.”

  “More shopping tomorrow?” Patrick asked. “Or shall we leave it until we’ve got another room done?”

  “We’ll go out later in the week. It’ll be quieter in the shops then.” And they might as well get some work done in the house tomorrow and make a list of anything else they might need over the next few weeks now that there was power. More kitchen equipment, of course. The way this house had been simply left to itself meant that they’d found many of the basics stacked in the cupboards, things that had needed only a good clean to be serviceable again. But there would be gaps. They’d only notice some things as they started using the kitchen.

  One other thing to be done. He hadn’t bothered to get a phone line installed yet, because the mobile phone was normally enough. But mobile reception was unreliable along this bit of the coast, and as they’d discovered yesterday, sometimes it mattered. “Would you two be happier if I got a landline phone installed? I’ll need one anyway once I move in, but I was going to leave it until after we got the driveway fixed.”

  George thought about it, then shrugged. “There’s usually some reception; it’s just not reliable. As long as we’ve got voicemail, it’s not normally a problem.”

  “We can always phone Simon or Mr Parker if it’s urgent.” Patrick added. “It’s usually something that will wait for ten minutes while we walk around and find a spot where the phone works. That’s what we did yesterday -- just walked up the hill.” He turned to George. “Are we going back to Simon’s tonight?”

  George looked at Martin. “Was he just being polite when he invited us?”

  “No. He wants you there. He just doesn’t want to make you feel that you have to stay there.”

  “All right. We’ll stay with you and Simon tonight. Time to go?”

  Might as well. “Go and get your laundry, if you didn’t take it yesterday.”

  Patrick grinned at him. “We didn’t think about it. We were too busy worrying about you, and Simon was too busy trying to convince us you were all right and to go over to his place to wait.”

  “Well, I’m glad you did. Let’s go.”

  * * * * *

  Simon was pleased to see them, but didn’t press them for any details other than asking if they were going to work on the house tomorrow. George asked him if he had any books on gardening, and when presented with a choice in the bookcase, both George and Patrick settled down to read.

  When Martin went out to the kitchen to get a drink, Simon followed him. “They’re into gardening?”

  “More like trying to find out if they’re into gardening. Thanks for the books.”

  “I’m afraid they can’t borrow them, because I’m still learning how to garden.” Simon pointed out of the window. “Though I’m getting somewhere.”

  “Even being able to read them here helps.”

  “I’m surprised they turned up, but I’m glad they’re getting over their shyness.” Simon leaned back against the table and looked at him thoughtfully. “For one thing, now I’ve seen them spending time with you, it’s obvious that they want you and not just a convenient source of money and sex.”

  “What?”

  “You haven’t seen the way that big blond looks at you when he thinks nobody’s watching. As if you’re all his Christmases and birthdays at once, and he’s terrified he’s going to lose you.”

  George must have been scared by yesterday’s events. “He’s not about to dump Patrick for me, though. This really is a threesome.”

  “I know. It’s obvious that they love each other. And they love you. It’s just that I haven’t caught Patrick being quite so intense about it.” Simon sighed. “But I don’t get a bad feeling about it. It’s like you said a while back -- he’s possessive, but it’s not the nasty sort of possessiveness. I never thought I’d see you in a threesome, but this looks as if it’s going to work.” Simon scratched at his ear. “I suppose what worried me was that they were an established couple, and you might be excluded to some degree. But it’s like watching two people getting to know each other, only one of the people is a couple.”

  That was what it felt like to Martin. All the little adjustments, the mutual learning of likes and dislikes with a new partner; only this time the partner was two people rather than one. Even this afternoon, when they hadn’t tried to make him fit in around what they already did together, but had made sure that he felt comfortable. Not that he could tell Simon about that particular example. “It could still all go wrong. But I don’t think it’s going to.”

  * * * * *

  Patrick and George were more comfortable with Simon the next morning, even if they were still slightly wary. Martin watched Simon back off a couple of times at the first hint of dislike of any particular subject, and George and Patrick take note of that respect for their feelings. The three of them were trying very hard to be friends. Not only for his sake, he thought -- there seemed to be a potential friendship there quite independent of him. Simon didn’t know it, but George and Patrick were reacting to him partly on the way he behaved towards two dolphins. But they still seemed glad when Martin suggested that it was time
to go and do some work on the house.

  George and Patrick spent the morning working on the downstairs room that he’d tentatively assigned as his office. Martin spent much of the time thinking about where he’d want to have power points, lighting, and the like. Ethernet as well, for he might as well take advantage of the fact that they were doing a complete renovation.

  Now that they had most of the utilities working, all he’d need to be able to work from home at this location would be a good phone connection for his internet access. Once they had a bedroom in a functional state as well, he’d be able to move in here. There was still the work on the roof to be done, of course, and that was likely to be noisy; but it was scheduled for early autumn. He could probably give up the flat by the end of the year, unless it turned out to be worth keeping on a place closer to London.

  They made steady progress during the morning. It was another hot day, even if the house itself was cool inside its thick stone walls, and after lunch they once again retreated to their sea pool to relax.

  They splashed around for a while, enjoying the coolness of the water. Then Patrick came up to him.

  “Would you try, Martin? It’s all right if you don’t want to, and George can always do me if you do try and can’t finish it. Or I can just change back and we can finish that way.”

  He looked at Patrick. So earnest, so worried about pushing him too far. His partner.

  “Let’s see if I can manage it.”

  He turned his back on Patrick and a second later felt a gentle kiss on the back of his neck. Then he felt ripples slap against his skin as Patrick moved away from him.

  A whistle told him that Patrick was ready. He turned around, and Patrick rolled onto his back. George joined them, standing on the other side of Patrick, the water here just shallow enough that they could stand on the bottom.

  It was Patrick, he reminded himself, and then he reached out and took hold of that oddly shaped cock.

  It felt wet, but he wasn’t sure whether that was natural lubrication or just sea water. He tried a quick stroke, and it jerked in his hand, startling him. He tried another stroke.

  “All right?” George asked.

  “I’m managing. But I don’t know how hard to hold him.”

  There was a pause; then he heard a whistle, modulated by the water.

  “He said it feels good; you’ve got the right grip.”

  Reassured, he jerked again, sliding his hand along to the tip. Then George took hold of the bottom of the shaft and grinned at him. “Two hands are better than one. One ...”

  They worked Patrick’s cock together as George counted to keep time. Two, three, four, five, and then Patrick’s body shuddered in that warning that he was near to coming. One more stroke did it. Patrick came hard and fast. They squeezed his cock as he came, then let go as he finished.

  Patrick rolled over, and they both cuddled him for a few minutes. Then George said, “Would you mind looking away?”

  It was the first time either of them had explicitly asked him to turn away while they changed shape. They’d realised he’d deliberately turned away earlier.

  He turned and paddled a few feet away, giving Patrick room if he needed it. A few seconds later, Patrick had his arms around him. “Thanks. That felt wonderful.”

  “Nice to have two of us paying attention to you?”

  Patrick laughed. “Mmm. One hand from each of you means I get the full length held nice and tight, without anyone having to be in an awkward position.” He put one hand down to cup Martin’s cock. “It wasn’t too bad for you, then?”

  Not teasing, but a serious question. He thought about it and realised that he was aroused. “Once I managed to convince myself that it was you.”

  “Want to try with George?”

  Why not? It would get easier each time. “I think I can handle it.”

  “George?”

  “I heard.” There was a slight splash, then a whistle.

  Patrick let go of him, and he turned around. George was lying in the water, waiting for them. They made their way over to him, and he rolled over.

  “Want to try getting on top of him?” Patrick suggested. “Your cock’s a lot shorter than his, but it still feels good.”

  The idea disturbed him, and he wasn’t sure why. It was more than just a new position taking away the slight familiarity he’d gained by wanking Patrick.

  “He can take your weight easily,” Patrick reassured him. “Remember that we can hold our breath far longer than you can when we’re in that shape. And I’ll be here to support you as well.”

  That was part of it, but there was still something ... He shook it off. George was waiting for him. “What do I do?”

  “Don’t bother with foreplay. Our problem is holding back. Just get on top and rub against him as you normally would.” Patrick patted George’s belly. “Biggest problem is that it’s a lot further back on a dolphin body so you’ll need to be further back.”

  That was part of what was bothering him. There was more of a difference to doing it with a human in this position than there had been with Patrick. But he let Patrick help him slide onto George. The two of them were talking about him, even if he could only understand one side of the conversation; Patrick telling George that he was going to try something new to see if he could handle it.

  Then he was lying on top of George, his legs half wrapped around George’s tail, their cocks pressed together. He was scared of falling off; he was scared of getting a mouthful of seawater if he slipped just as one of the small waves came past. He was scared of getting it wrong. But his cock didn’t care, not so long as it had another nice hard cock to press against.

  He told himself that George knew that he was horribly nervous about the whole thing and didn’t even really know what he was doing. There wouldn’t be any complaints if it went wrong, just a patient explanation of how they might do better next time. That made it easier. He thrust against George.

  It felt very different, but it felt very good. All that length of cock to slide against. Patrick’s hands on his arse to hold him steady without trying to control him. A very strangely shaped body under him, but knowing who was inside that body.

  Back and forth, back and forth. He knew George would come quickly, and didn’t care; one or both of them would make sure he was satisfied afterwards. One more time, and then he tried sitting up, riding George. Patrick held him steady so that he could press down hard against George’s cock one last time. And it was the last time; George shuddered and arched under him, and Martin grabbed hold of George’s cock, trusting Patrick to support him.

  Then George came in a quick shuddering spasm, and it was over.

  Patrick helped him slide off George, although it was awkward and he nearly caught his heel against George before he disentangled himself. He was hard and needy himself now, but still felt that faint edge of unease. With Patrick standing behind him, he finally identified it.

  “What’s wrong?” Patrick asked.

  “Tell you in a minute. Can he hear me when he’s upside down? I need to talk to you both.”

  “Yes.”

  But George rolled over anyway. Martin put one hand on George, then turned to face Patrick. “It does still bother me, but it’s not just the thing about is it you or is it a dolphin. It’s that I can’t tell you apart when you’re in that shape. That bothers me.”

  Patrick looked blank for a moment, then said, “It must be a bit like going out with identical twins. That happened to us once. If you can’t tell them apart, it makes you feel weird.”

  That was a very good analogy. “You’re not interchangeable to me, and it feels unpleasant somehow when I can’t tell who’s who, even when I’m sure it’s one of you. But I didn’t realise that that was part of what bothers me until you were standing behind me just now and I couldn’t see you.”

  “And I wasn’t talking, so you couldn’t hear me either.”

  George whistled at them, and Patrick said, “Go and change. You’re
not helping by staying in that shape.”

  George swam off behind Martin. He didn’t turn to look. Right now he wasn’t sure he even wanted to see them change shape. It had been a strange enough day already. Then George came up behind him, and he could tell from the way the light changed and the water moved against him that it was a human body, even before George spoke. He’d never really noticed until he’d met them how many different ways he had to sense things besides his eyesight.

  George hugged him from behind. “It’s just too much strangeness at once, isn’t it?” he asked. “I wonder ...”

  “In that position?” Patrick said. “You’re going to have to be bloody careful.”

  He twisted around to face George. “Out with it.” Although he could guess, and the thought was making his blood run cold.

  “It doesn’t bother you if you can’t see me because you’re in the middle and you’re facing Patrick. Or any other position where I’m taking your arse from behind, even if you can’t see either of us. Like yesterday morning -- you knew it was Patrick, without opening your eyes. So if you can’t see me when I’m in a different shape, it might not bother you so much.”

  It made sense, but was it practical? “But if you’re on top, I’m under the water -- and I can’t hold my breath that long.” He couldn’t see how to get it to work in the equivalent of a standing position.

  George shook his head. “A snorkel will probably take care of that, and it isn’t going to be the only problem.”

  Of course. Twelve inches was a nice fantasy, but in real life it was likely to be uncomfortable, or even dangerous if they weren’t very, very careful. And it wasn’t just the length. “You’re too bloody big, and you come too hard.”

  “That’s what worries me. If I’m careful, it should be all right, but...”

  He’d have to trust George to pull out in time. There’d be sod all he could do about it if George didn’t, because when the shapechanger was in his dolphin form he had to weigh at least twice what Martin did. “Why do you want to do this?”