The extended school holidays continued, the weekend of week four of the usual seven week break. With the Christmas celebrations over and enjoyed, the exceptional summer heat was becoming very intense. The tradition of our tight circle of friends was to cool off, regularly swimming in the Yarra River. The area was well visited by us all, choosing to swim in the inlet and outlet channels that fed the cooling ponds of the Newport Power Station Complex. Tempting danger was common place, all of us choosing to swim across the wide expanse of the fast flowing river, and the undertow of the inlet channel. More often, we would swim in the less dangerous outlet channel were the water was warmer. It was late afternoon when we were joined by one of our group's brother.
Occasionally he would join us for various activities, but more likely joining the girls in the surrounding area choosing to associate with them rather than the more boisterous schemes we all got up to. He was very much girl like in appearance, jet black silky hair, full feminine lips and long eyelashes. I was very sympathetic to his ongoing trauma, always taking his side when aggressively chastised by other boys. As dusk approached, I realized that it was time to head home for my evening meal. I hadn't been aware that all of my friends had left, leaving me and Darryl behind. Whilst treading water, Darryl swam towards me and started a conversation of what I have no recollection. He slipped his hand down the front of my swimming shorts, fondling my penis and genitals intimately, he then swam away. I was shocked, but surprisingly thrilled with the feeling that engulfed my body.