Published 16 Nov 2017

Ricky spent most of the day moping around the house, the worrying about what his upright and strict father had to say was on his mind the whole time as he went from one room of the strange house to the other aimlessly.

The afternoon sun began to sink as Ricky heard the dreaded noise of a car coming up the short driveway to the house and then the dull thud of the drivers door closing with what he though was the finality of his new found life with his special boy friend.

The steady clip of shoes on the path then the front door opening and closing.

“I’m home Ricky, let me get out of these clothes then we have our talk, ok?”

“Mmm… yes dad.”

Ricky went into the lounge to await his last moments in Australia, a noise made him lift his head to see his father standing in the doorway looking over at him.

‘Here it comes.’ Thought Ricky.

“Well Son, how you feeling?”

“Not bad, Dad, still a bit sore in the wrist.”

“Well Ricky do you have something you want to tell me?”

“Uhm… what do you mean Dad?”

“I think you know what I mean, Ricky.”

“Uhmmm… err… well… ahh.”

“Ok Ricky lets stop all the crap, do you think your gay Ricky?”

“Daaad…”

“Ricky I’m not stupid you know, I’ve been around a long time and know what’s going on in the world.”

“But… but…”

“Ricky Mendoza, I’m your father, both your mother and I love you regardless of what you are, I’m not going to say we’re over joyed but if that’s you then we’ll have to accept it, now my Son lets hear the truth, I’ve seen the way you and young Warringal look and act toward each other.”

“Uhm… well dad… I think… I think… uhhmm.”

“Just say it Ricky, you know I’ve pretty well guessed everything already it’s only up to you now to admit who you are and a lot of your worries will seem a bit easier to live with.”

“Dad I… well… I think I love Warringal.”

At last he had said it, it was out in the open now for all to see and hear, a perceptible feeling of relief ran through Ricky’s body as the words left his mouth and a tear left his eye as he looked down at the floor waiting for the final tirade from his father.

Suddenly a great warmth overcame him and a pressure surrounded him as two large arms encircled his small slim body and he felt himself being drawn into the hard and safe chest of his father, feeling the touch of a gentle kiss on top of his head.

“Have you told your brother Ricky?”

“Yes Dad, but he didn’t believe me. Just said I was trying to fool him.”

As he hugged his father for what seemed the first time in many years he heard again the front door opening and the sound of light footsteps coming toward the lounge.

“Hey Dad, so you got home at last did you sprat?”

Ricky looked over at his twin brother and glared at him, he hated the name ‘Sprat’ after all there was only ten minutes between them when they were born. Ricky didn’t bother to reply but he felt his fathers arms loosen around him.

“Go sit over there on the sofa Ramon, Ricky you go sit beside him.”

The two boys sat side by side as their father lowered himself into an over stuffed chair opposite them.

“So Ramon, how is Mark?”

“Whaaa???”

“You ready to be honest yet Ramon?”

“Bbbb…… what… what…?”

“Ramon, I asked you how your boyfriend was, don’t you even respect him enough to answer me?”

Ricky’s jaw refused to close as he gaped white faced at his now scarlet faced brother, ‘no not even, his brother, the girl chaser had a boy friend, this is to weird.’

“Well Ramon?”

“Dad… I… I… how did you know?”

The look of defeat in Ramon’s eyes startled Ricky as he managed to close his mouth at the news that his twin was just the same as him.

“Ray, Ricky, your mother and I brought you into this world, do you honestly think we don’t know you well enough to see that even though Ray covers up his true feelings by chasing every skirt in town that we wouldn’t know?”

The twins sat there on the sofa lost for words as their father divulged what they thought had been their deepest and darkest secrets.

“Well boys, what are we going to do about it?”

Ramon as the older took the lead as usual and answered his father haltingly.

“I… we… don’t know Dad.”

“Well I think that the first thing you need to do is talk to your Friends and make it clear that they are welcome here any time, now some ground rules, if you have your ahhh… boy friends over here, there’s to be no hanky panky in front of your mother or I, if you need to get close to him then go to your room and close the door. If we see the door closed we won’t enter.”

The twins sat there stunned at the openness of their fathers talk.

“Now guys truth time. How far have you both gone with your respective friends?”

Again Ramon was first to speak

“Gone Dad?”

“Sex, buddy you think I don’t know how your hormones rage when you’re with someone you have feelings for.”

Ricky broke his silence when he understood that his Father was trying to help and understand them both.

“We… well just sort of played around a bit Dad, I don’t know about Ray and Mark.”

Ramon spoke up with a lighter tone in his voice now his secret was out in the open, he had always been the extrovert of the two boys.

“Well Dad we haven’t done ‘It’ yet, just mucked around is all.”

“Ok boys, fair enough, now if you do get to a time when you feel you want to try ‘It’ then you come to me and I’ll help you with what you need to know, I’ve spent some time over the last year looking at sites on the internet so that I can try to help you, so you come to me, ok?”

Both boys blushed at the frankness of the conversation and answered for the first time in their lives with one voice.

“Yes Dad.”

“Now Ricky, until you return to school you can visit each night with Warri, that’s what you call him isn’t it?”

“How… how did you know that?”

“Let’s just say a little bird told me, ok when you go back to school you stay here for the week and then you can spend the weekends with Ahh… Warri as long as the Hamiltons don’t object, ok?”

“Yes Dad, and ahhh… thanks… you know… well… for understanding.”

“Ok Ricky, Now Ramon, where have you and Mark been going apart from out the back of the football stadium?”

“How… how… oh damn dad.”

“Well where have you two been going, I don’t want you taking risks anymore, ok? So from now on you can both come here and spend time with each other but the other rules apply, ok?”

“Yeah Dad… thank’s… for well, for the same as Ricky said.”

Ricky looked quickly at his twin as he heard for the first time in years his brother use his name instead of ‘Sprat’.

“Ok guy’s that’s all for now, don’t ever forget that both your mother and I love you equally so if you need anything come to us, that’s what we’re here for, now get out of here, Ricky I think your ‘Warri’ will be here any minute to get you so behave yourself at the Hamilton’s, Ramon, I suppose you will want to ring Mark and tell him it’s safe to come over now?”

Again the twins answered as one when their Mother with a smile on her face joined their Father and hooked her arm in his and snuggled a little closer to him.

A loud tooting from the driveway told Ricky that Warri and Baza were there to get him and with a smile and hug to both parents he half limped and half ran toward the door to give his Warri the good news.

As usual Baza picked up on the light hearted way Ricky was trying to move and yelled out loud enough for the whole town to hear, or so it seemed to Ricky.

“Hey Short Ass, hurry up, your boyfriends getting nervous.”

Ricky gave him the finger as was expected and smiled at Warringal as he opened the door to get in, half on top of Warri’s knees and half on the seat, he let out a soft sigh as Warringal wrapped his arms around him and smooched his neck.

“Hi Pony Boy.”

With a small blush Ricky answered him by nibbling his ear and whispering to him.

“Hi Warri, I love you.”

“I love you to, Pony.”

“Jeez you two, give it a rest, go on ‘Warri’ kiss him and get it over with.”

“Up yours whitey.”

“Ooooh nasty, black ass, ok you two ready for a jump in the hay.”

Barry pulled out of the driveway in his usual manner, leaving a cloud of dust and gravel spread over the lawn as he turned toward the homestead, both boys now dreamily looking into each other’s eyes, their lips almost but not quite touching as the ute rocketed out of town.

As they pulled into the long driveway of the homestead Ricky saw Jipa pounding at full gallop toward the ute as it sped along, his long loping strides almost matching the hair raising speed of the vehicle as he tossed his head and snorted at the familiar smell coming from the ute.

Barry slowed to a more sedate speed, that is to say he was now only doing about 50mph, as they arrived at the house, his Mother no where to be seen until they were getting out of the cab.

“Barry Hamilton, come here right now.”

“Uh ho, sounds like she’s gonna have your ass whitey.”

Before Barry could answer there was a loud snorting and panting of a horse standing over Ricky nuzzling his hair, Ricky reached up and rubbed the soft velvety nostrils as they breathed heavily, ruffling his hair like a small breeze.

“Hey Jipa.”

The horse nodded his head as though in understanding at the familiar voice and then stood still as Ricky ran his hands over the glowing hide of his new friend.

Jipa’s hide flinched as he saw Warringal take hold of Ricky’s waist and pull him a little closer, Jipa gave a soft snort and then as though in recognition of the closeness they had lowered his head and batted his eyelashes at Warringal.

Barry reappeared with a rather blushed look on his face and saw his two friends holding each other close as they talked to the Horse.

“Get reamed Baza?”

“You know what Mum’s like Boonga.”

“So drive slower.”

“Hrmph.”

Barry looked closely at Ricky’s face and noticed that the boy was glowing a bit more than usual.

“So what you happy about Short Ass?”

“I wanted to wait till you got here Barry before I said anything.”

“So?”

“Well there’s a couple of things really.”

“Fuck sake Short Ass, spit it out before you end up as dog tucker.”

“Dad came home early today and we had ‘That’ talk.”

“Ok, so?”

Ricky snuggled in a little closer to Warringal.

“He knows how I feel about Warri, he said it was ok but we’re not allowed to do ‘It’ unless I talk to him first.”

“See, told yah so, thought your old man would be on your side, what about your Mum?”

“She just smiled and nodded her head.”

“They happy about you and Warri then?”

Warringal spoke up before Ricky could say another word.

“They real happy Baza.”

“How you know Boonga, and don’t give me that dreamtime shit either.”

“Talked to Mr. Mendoza yesterday after school.”

Ricky’s mouth dropped open at the revelation of his boy friend.

“Why didn’t you tell me Warri?”

“Your old man made me promise not to.”

Barry had stood back as the two lovers finished their short talk and then spoke up again.

“So Short Ass, what else is new?”

“Well you know that other kid like us, Mark?”

Ricky saw the quick frown run across Warringals face and then disappear.

“It’s ok love, I’m not after him, so Baza you seen him around much lately?”

“Uhm no not really, mind you when I have seen him he seems a lot happier about something, another funny thing to, he used to walk home straight from school and now he goes for a wander around past the footy fields, it’s like he wants to go the long way home all the time now.”

“Want to know why?”

Ricky smiled at the confused look that came over Barry’s face.

“Ok, spit it out.”

“He’s got a boy friend.”

Warringal and Barry stood and stared open mouthed at Ricky at this sudden disclosure.

“How the hell would you know Short Ass, you haven’t even been at school to see him.”

“I know who his boy friend is, I see him every day.”

Ricky felt pumped at the fact he finally knew something no one else knew.

“Well spill it, who is it?”

“Ramon.”

“Who the fuck is Ramon?”

Ricky just stood there with a smile on his face watching the other two trying to work it out. Suddenly, as though lightening had struck them both, Barry opened his mouth and stuttered out.

“Y… Y… Your brother, holy shit, two of you in the same family and twins as well, it’s a wonder your parents aren’t going ape shit.”

“They said they’ve known about both of us for ages.”

“Well I’ll be fucked, what yah reckon Boonga?”

“Makes sense Baza, twins are usually alike in most ways.”

“Hey this is cause for a good piss up, what yah reckon, I’ll ask dad if we can have a barby on the weekend and get your brother and parents here to celebrate, I know Mum and Dad wont mind, besides not often we get to party with a heap of boyfriends”

“Won’t your parents kick up a bit about having two outsiders partying here as well as both being gay?”

“Hey Short Ass, remember it was my Mum and Dad that put Warri boy in your bed?”

“Uhm well ok but I have to ask Ray as well if he and Mark want to come.”

“Leave Mark up to me and as far as your sneaky brother goes just tell him Marks coming so if he wants to see him Saturday he has to come as well, see no probs… Pony Boy.”

“Scratch it Baza.”

“Scratch it?”

“Yep, go have a wank.” (giggle)

“Bloody Boonga has rubbed off on you Yank, or rubbed in you.”

Warringal surrounded Ricky with his arms and pulled him close while sticking out his tongue at Barry. The boys began to move out of the hot sun in the yard and settled into chairs on the front porch of the house to be in the shade as Jipa tossed his head and with a last look at Ricky walked off toward the paddock and a little hay for dinner.

Barry became a buzz saw of perpetual motion as he set about organizing his parents for the weekend B.B.Q. and determined who and what was going to be going on and how he could arrange for the now two sets of lovebirds to be alone for the night.

That night Ricky was curled up tightly in Warringals arms as they slept spooned in close together. The door to their room was left open as they felt they had no secrets to keep from anyone else in the house and the two adults only smiled at the two boys asleep in each other’s arms whenever they happened to pass by.

Although Warringal seemed to have a wisdom way beyond his tender years he was the one to often take the more passive role when the boys were snuggling together watching TV or sitting around the house. It had become almost a custom for Warringal to sit between Ricky’s legs on the floor and lean back against his boyfriend so that Ricky could wrap his arms around him from behind and hug him close.

Both boys knew it was coming close to the time when they would take the final step to being true partners and it was assumed by both of them that Warrigal would prefer to take the passive role even though Ricky thought he would also like to have Warringal buried deep inside him as well.

The final act was never discussed but as they were so close they felt that they could read the desire in each other’s eyes. Warringal moved in his sleep and Ricky opened his eyes just a fraction to make sure his lover was not in any discomfort then with a kiss on the back of that golden neck he settled down once again to hold close his treasure.

The first bird calls woke the two boys as the sun sent its sharp light boring through the open window causing Warringal to back up against Ricky until Ricky felt the heat from the tight butt cheeks pushing hard on his morning erection.

“Feeling frisky my Pony Boy?”

“Always when I’m with you Warri.”

“How’s you’re leg coming along?”

Warringal tried to climb into Ricky’s skin a bit harder.

“Mmmmmmmmm… which one Warri, all three of them feel good at the moment.”

“Hehehehe…… well the middle one would be nice about now.”

Warringal pushed back harder and raised his top leg until he felt Ricky’s hardness slide between his cheeks then clamped down to hold him tight as the hotness swelled against him.

“Mmmm…… That’s so nice my Pony Boy, you feel so good down there.”

“God Warri I want to do it so much.”

Warringal wriggled his butt to feel Ricky twitching with desire, the throbbing and slight pushing of the shaft between his legs began to increase the heat he was feeling deep inside himself.

“Do you think you could walk any long distances on it yet?”

“Yeah I think Warri, it’s more stiff than sore at the moment but I think if I took it slow I’d be ok.”

“Right then after the B.B.Q. on Saturday take a good rest all day Sunday and we go walkabout on Monday, we’ll take the horses with us for most of the way but the last few miles have to be done on foot.”

“How far is the last bit Warri?”

“Bout six miles but it’s rugged country up where we’re going but there’s no hurry to get there, Mum will get everything set for us.”

“What’s all this walkabout stuff Warri?”

“It’s a place we go to find ourselves Pony, Mum says you have to go as well, she said it was in her dreamtime she saw you with me and you have to be there.”

“Warri you know I’ll do anything for you, I love you with everything I have.”

“I feel the same way about you my Pony Boy.”

“Well it looks like I’m back at school tomorrow so we can be together a lot more.”

“Aren’t you worried about the other guys there?”

“They don’t matter, only you matter to me Warri.”

“Well at least Baza will see that we’re left alone.”

Ricky rose the next morning after giving his boyfriend a morning snuggle and as he dressed for school he saw Barry starting the ute ready to take them in to Ricky’s first day back in class.

Ricky felt the warm arms of Warringal surround his waist as he tucked his shirt in and then reached for his book bag and arm in arm they made their way out to where Barry waited for them.

Getting into the ute the two boys noticed Barry give a small grimace as he leant over to open the door for them.

“You ok Baza?”

“Yeah Boonga, just a bit of a guts ache.”

Barry straightened up and with his usual roar of V8 motor, sent the ute away with a cloud of red dust billowing up behind them. The trip to school was as usual uneventful apart from scaring every living thing in a ten mile radius with the dust and bellowing motor.

Barry parked the ute and as the three boys got out of the vehicle Ricky looked over at Barry just in time to see him turn white and collapse on the ground beside the open door, immediately both the boys were around to Barry’s side trying to help him up from the ground where he lay moaning and holding tightly to his stomach.

“I’m going for a teacher Ricky, you stay with Baza.”

Warringal raced away to find a teacher while Ricky cradled Barry’s head on his lap, the pain evident on the prostrate boys face as Ricky smoothed the hair out of his eyes and tried to make him comfortable while they waited.

Within minutes a teacher was beside the boys and with a glance sent Warrigal off to call for an ambulance to take Barry to hospital.

“Looks like appendicitis to me, keep him comfortable Mendoza until the ambulance gets here then you two boys get to your class.”

“Yes Sir”

They both answered together as the Teacher left to tell the front office about the trouble and to get Barry excused from the role call.

A small crowd had gathered when Barry had collapsed but was now dispersing to their own classes as the bell rang for the beginning of another day of toil while Ricky and Warringal sat with Barry and waited.

The ambulance arrived within ten minutes and loading Barry into the back, set off at high speed for the hospital nearby as Ricky and Warrigal headed for their class room and without realizing it held tightly to each others hands as they made their way across the deserted play ground.

Morning classes were hard to concentrate on as the vision of their best mate kept running through their minds and at last the bell rang for the lunch break and the two boys made their way outside to be alone and to worry about Barry.

Sitting under the only tree in the yard the two boys were lost in their thoughts, fingertips touching and leaning against each others shoulder for mutual support.

“So you’s two is poofs, who’s fucking who?”

Startled the two boys looked up only to see about five larger boys surrounding them, the talker was bigger than Barry but carried a bit of fat around his middle and his pimples looked inflamed and raw where he had picked at them.

The sneer on his face said it all and before either boy could react the boy sent a viscious kick at Ricky’s partly healed ankle causing Ricky to scream in pain as the heavy boot made contact. Warringal was on his feet in a flash to defend Ricky but the other boys moved in and he was quickly pummeled to the ground as two more boys rained punches at Ricky’s helpless body on the ground.

The first boy stood back laughing as he saw his minions go in for the kill to teach these poofters a lesson they would never forget. Ricky felt a weight fall on his back and a pair of dark arms wrap around his head to protect him as Warringal tried to cover his body with his own and take the beating that was being given to his lover. Ricky heard the grunts and gasps as Warringal was attacked with brutal blow after blow that was meant for him.

“Kick that Abo slut, teach him to mix with white boys.”

The voice of the first bully could be heard above the grunts and yelps of Warringal above him.

From a distance Ricky heard a loud voice yelling and then he sank into the comfort of blackness as the pain in his ankle flared up again. Ricky opened his eyes to the white walls of the hospital again and by turning his head he could see the golden skin of Warringal swathed in bandages laying on the bed next to him. Ricky felt tears of frustration and anger well up inside him as he saw his lover laying there unconscious and beaten.

“What happened Ricky?”

The familiar voice of Brian Hamilton came from Ricky’s other side and as he turned his head in that direction he saw the big cop sitting beside his bed a small notebook balanced on his knee with pen in hand.

“I don’t really know, we were just sitting under the tree thinking about Barry when those boys attacked us and that’s all I remember apart from Warri covering me to stop them hitting me.”

“Ok Ricky, I’ve got the five boys locked in the back of the wagon and I’m going to charge them with assault as well as tell the parents about this, most of them are good people and will set their boys straight but the ring leader is headed for the slammer, his old man is a drunk and an ass hole so he won’t do anything about it, I’ll let the court do it this time, he’s old enough to do time for it.”

“How’s Barry?”

“He’ll be ok, his appendix burst but they got it cleaned out in time, he’ll be here for about four days then will be kept home to get better, you two will be released in the morning after observation.”

“Can’t feel my ankle?”

“It’s in plaster, that bastard broke two small bones in your foot when he kicked you, looks as though the homestead will be a hospital ward for a week or more this time, you guys really know how to get time off school, that’s for sure.”

Ricky groaned as the pain hit him again as he straightened up in the bed, his own soreness put aside as he looked over at his boyfriend in the other bed lying unconscious and bandaged.

As the tears of frustration and pain began to fall down his cheeks he felt the calloused hand of Brian Hamilton softly brush them away and then give him a light grip on the shoulder in comfort.

“He’s going to be ok Ricky, you’ll see, he’ll wake soon and then you can talk.”

“Why, Mister H. why did those boys do this, we weren’t hurting anyone, we just want to be together?”

“Some people are just like that Ricky, lack of tolerance can ruin even the best of intentions.”

“But they hurt Warri for no other reason than he was with me.”

“Well they won’t be hurting anyone else for a long time Ricky, now your mother is outside waiting to see you and your dad is on the way over as well, is there anything I can get for you?”

“Will you… uhm… push my bed next to Warri please?”

Brian looked down at the injured boy and with a smile and a grunt pushed the bed over until it was touching Warringals then straightened up and with a nod turned and left the ward.

Ricky reached out with his right hand and laid it on the forearm of his still unconscious boyfriend as the hot tears once again fell down his cheeks. A small sound made him look up and into his mothers tear stained face as she saw her son holding onto the boy that had now become to mean more to him than family.

Ricky’s mother just stood at the foot of the bed watching silently at the two young men who needed each other so much that one would be prepared to sacrifice himself for the other.

A moan and small movement of the arm under Ricky’s hand made him look back at Warri as his boyfriend started to come out of the unconscious state he had been in, the swelling around his eyes and cuts to his face told only part of the story of the brutal beating he had taken in his attempt to save Ricky.

Stark whiteness met Warringals opening eyes and then he felt a warmth on his left arm and with a painful groan turned his head to look in that direction only to be met with his Pony Boy’s tear laden blue eyes.

In an almost whispered broken voice and with a painful smile Warringal spoke to his boyfriend.

“I love you.”

“Warri… oh god Warri, I’m so sorry you had to be part of this, I never wanted you to be hurt, I love you Warri.”

“Is ok Pony Boy, I wasn’t going to let them hurt you.”

With that Ricky lightly squeezed Warringals arm again and let the tears fall again, his mother stood without saying a word and watched the two of them, now she knew for certain that these two were meant for each other, it settled many questions that had been in the back of her mind ever since she had found out about Ricky’s orientation and his devotion to this dark boy from Australia.

Although both boys were banged up pretty badly the hospital had said they could return home by Friday and that Barry would be also able to leave at about the same time so Brian Hamilton had decided to go ahead with the B.B.Q. on the weekend so that everyone could be together as families should be.

To Be Continued

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