Date: Thu, 06 Jan 2005 14:17:57 +0800
From: James MacMannis <james_macmannis@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aboriginal Farmboy / aboriginal_farmboy-12

Aboriginal Farmboy 12

Author: James MacMannis <james_macmannis@hotmail.com>
Subject: aboriginal-farmboy-12 (adult-youth, interracial, rural)
Archive; 'Aboriginal Farmboy #12'{James MacMannis}(BB, interr, rural)[]
Homosexual, young male sex
Adult-youth
Interracial
Rural setting


ABORIGINAL FARMBOY - PART TWELVE

Copyright 2004 by James MacMannis
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Nick's tough feet skidded down the rocky terrain once again in his rush to
get back to his brother.  I lowered a 10 litre container of water tied to a
length of rope to him once he reached the bottom, and he immediately took
off through the remnants of the straggly undergrowth towards the upturned
vehicle I could see a short distance away.  It was about a 10-metre fall off
from where I was standing to the creek bottom, the sides very rocky and the
creek bed itself a collection of boulders and now mostly burnt scrub.  I
secured the rope to a solid part of the roo bar on my vehicle and left it
dangling over the ravine as a handhold so we could use it to make our access
a little easier.  I quickly reached Nick who was at the mouth of a little
cave.  I had to passed Jimmy's wrecked vehicle, but spent no time assessing
it because of my concern for Chris and the older man.

"Chris and Jimmy are in here, Dad."  Nick informed me.  I wriggled alongside
Nick and looked into the hollow.  The cave was little more than a hollow
formed under a few large slabs of natural rock piled up on each other, two
or three metres deep, but obviously the only bit of protection in the
immediate area.  Chris was huddled back as far as he could be in the cleft,
his shirt missing, his skin as black as night, his charred feet stuck out in
front of him towards me at the opening.  Cradled in his lap was Jimmy's head
and shoulders, the rest of his body somewhere tucked in among the rocks.
Chris was carefully sipping at the water.  "He can't talk yet, Dad," Nick
told me, concern etching his young voice.  "I only found him because he
threw a rock out into the creek bed when I was looking at the wreck.  I have
checked what I can of him and it looks like he is not injured.  But I can't
be sure if he is burnt or not.  Jimmy is not well at all.  The parts I can
see of him are badly burnt and he has a bad injury on his head and the top
of his chest is bleeding."

The water helped Chris to find his voice.  "That is the first drink I have
had since last night some time.  You wouldn't believe how parched you can
get when you are stuck in a fire," he croaked, sipping a little more water
before he continued.  "Jimmy is wafting in and out of consciousness, so I
cant give him any water in case he chokes on it.  Can you wet a rag so I can
dampen his lips?"  I wriggled out of the hole and wrenched my shirt off,
grabbed the water bottle and liberally soaked the cotton cloth.  Nick passed
it back in to Chris so he could wipe the face of the man.  I wanted to know
all that had happened, but the first priority was the safety of the two men.
  "Chris, can you tell me what injuries you have got and what is wrong with
Jimmy?  I need to call in some assistance.  Fire control is waiting on the
radio."

It surprised me how rational Chris was.  There was no ambiguity in his
description and, now that he had lubricated his throat, his voice was clear
and steady.  "Jimmy hit his head on the windscreen of the ute when it went
over the side.  I think his chest impacted on the steering wheel rim.  There
is some bleeding, but it is not a lot.  I can't see where it is coming from
but I did probe his chest as much as I could and I couldn't feel anything
unusual."  He was becoming a little agitated in his speech, the sentences
chopping off to a sudden end.  He continued telling us of his assessment.
"I used my shirt as a sort of pad in his chest.  I guess he has some sort of
concussion.  I dragged him in here as soon as I could because I knew the car
was going to blow up.  I am okay I think.  A bit burnt here and there, and
maybe a few scratches.  And very thirsty!  Tell them to bring a jug of iced
water, James."

I sobbed with relief as I pulled my way back up to the vehicle.  Not really
knowing what to expect when I found Chris, I had begun to prepare myself for
the worst possibility of him being very badly injured or even dead.  Now, to
find him well and rational was the greatest release for my self-imposed
burden.  By time I reached my car I was fully in control of my emotions and
had whispered a prayer of thanks for the protection of my beloved.  "Fire
Control, this is Juliet Mike Zero Three. Sitrep, over."  The Controller
answered immediately and I passed on the information I had gathered, adding
a request for a rescue team and an ambulance to come immediately to the
location I gave him to lift out Jimmy Perkins and probably Chris.  I told
the Controller I would be mostly out of contact, because the radio would not
transmit or receive down in the steep sided gully and I would have to leave
it in the car.  When I had completed the report I scrounged around the
vehicle for anything I thought might be useful to make Jimmy and Chris more
comfortable until skilled help arrived.  I threw blankets and a tarpaulin
over the side of the canyon and lowered myself back down to the creek bed.

"Can we get Jimmy out of the cave, Chris?" I asked him when I was back at
the hole opening.  Nick answered first.  "I had a look at how they are
fitted in here.  Chris can't remember exactly how he got Jimmy in here, but
I think he must have got in first and pulled Jimmy over top of himself
somehow.  We could drag Jimmy out over Chris's legs if we had something to
put under him."  I passed in the two blankets I had retrieved from the car.
"These any good?" I asked.  "It would be better with something stronger.
These rocks are sharp and will wear a blanket to pieces before we get him
out," Nick gave as his assessment.  I told him I had the tarpaulin and went
out to fold it into a narrow strip, very thick because of the number of
layers and extremely strong.  Nick, trained in first aid at his school
running club, checked Jimmy for back and neck injuries or any other
anomalies that Chris may not have been able to detect.  Between us, Nick and
I managed to ease Jimmy off Chris in the close confines of the cavern and
get the canvas underneath his body.  Chris was not able to move because
there was nowhere for him to go with all of us working around and over him,
so he sat in the position he had occupied all night and told us some of the
story as we worked.

"We were working our way along the ridge above the waterfall, damping down
the embers of the fire.  I was walking alongside Jimmy's ute most of the
time with the fire hose, spraying the fire as I went.  Sometimes, if there
were too many coals and it got too hot for me to walk comfortably on the
ground, I would climb in the back of the ute and spray the hose over the top
of the cab.  We saw a burst of flame down in the creek and started making
our way along the side of the bank up there so we could get closer to where
the blaze appeared to be.  The smoke was rolling in thick and I told Jimmy
to be careful.  I got out of the ute and was walking along the track so
Jimmy could follow me; neither of us could see the track at all from inside
the cab.  I kept just in front of the headlights so he could see me, but we
got into a spot where there was a huge amount of smoke billowing out of the
canyon.  The smoke was coming in from somewhere else, not here, but we
didn't know that.  I got smoke in my eyes and couldn't see a thing.  Next
thing I knew Jimmy's car was turning away from me, the headlights swerving
off to my right.  He couldn't see me and I stepped back a bit towards the
ute, hoping he would pick me up again in the beam of the lights, but he just
seemed to keep on going the wrong way.  Before I could reach him, the wheels
had gone over the edge.  The rock is pretty crumbly up there, so I guess he
could not have done anything to stop the whole ute going over."

Nick and I had been slowly easing Jimmy out of the cavern while Chris spoke.
  Jimmy's head was out in the open now and I could see the lump on his brow
where he had struck something.  Now that this much of him was out, it took
less effort to bring the rest of him all the way clear of the cavern.  He
was too heavy for the two of us to pick up, but with me holding his head
clear of the ground and Nick lifting the canvas at his boots, we dragged him
to an overhang where there was good shade.  I prised Jimmy's shirt open and
eased up Chris's padded shirt he had stuffed there as a bandage.  The blood
on his chest was not fresh and I didn't think it was worth our while
disturbing him anymore to investigate it, so I buttoned him up again.  Using
one of the blankets rolled up as a pillow, I made Jimmy as comfortable as
possible before we went back to retrieve Chris.

I was concerned that Chris had not moved since we took Jimmy out.  "What's
wrong, Chris?" I anxiously asked him.  "Pins and needles!" he told me.  "I
can move my legs yet because the blood is just starting to come back.  Give
me a minute or two, will you."  I had forgotten that Chris had been in the
one position for hours with a heavy weight pushing on him, cutting off the
circulation to his legs and feet.  With quick movements I felt down his legs
to make sure there was no injury.  Like us, he was only wearing shorts, so
the inspection of his thighs and lower legs was easy.  There were no more
than a few scratches there.  His feet, however, looked awful.  At first I
thought his feet were badly burnt, the skin seemed heavily charred, but, on
closer inspection, I found that it was just a collection of ashes and dirt.
I brushed off the loose adhesions, expecting to find worse damage on the
soles of his feet, but the tough skin was totally intact.  He seemed to be
uninjured.  Nick and I helped him through the small opening and out into the
fresh air.  We sat him down again near to where Jimmy lay and gave him some
water to sip.

When I looked properly at Chris, now in the open light, I couldn't help but
laugh, Nick joined me spontaneously.  The fire had burnt off his hair and he
was as bald as the day of our own fire a few months before.  "Bloody fires!"
  Chris swore when he worked out the source of my amusement.  "That must
have been when the fuel tank exploded on Jimmy's ute.  I got him out of the
ute as quick as I could because there was too much risk of the tank going
up.  I nearly fell in to that little cave, it was pitch dark down here and I
couldn't see a thing, all I wanted to do was find a safe place to protect
him and me from the blast.  I pulled him in as far as I could, then lay over
top of him so he would be safe.  It didn't take long for the fuel tank to go
up.  After that I just looked after him as much as I could until daylight.
When I found that I couldn't move I thought that it wouldn't be long before
someone would come to look for us.  I was so glad when I heard Nick out
there, and even gladder to see his silly face in that hole."  Chris broke
off as his voice became ragged.  Now that it was safe for him to relax, the
strain and shock of the night's events eventually caught up with him.  Nick
and I held him tightly between us, letting him sag into our arms and quietly
cry the horror and fear of the night away.  We experienced a different
relief and wept with him, tears leaving distinct streaks down our faces as
they washed away some of the black dust collected there.

It took quite a while for the rescue crews to arrive.  We had been able to
perch the portable radio on the edge of the ravine and could listen to the
radio traffic, so we knew they were busy with a lot of other tasks.  It was
not a problem for us, except that our water supply was not going to last
very much longer.  We had been able to make everyone fairly comfortable in
the shady part of the watercourse.  Chris was able to get up and walk
around, stretching his legs to get rid of the cramps he had endured and
enjoying the returned circulation.  Strangely enough, after all the fire and
smoke, Chris asked for a cigarette; but we had not bought any with us.  Nick
sat with Jimmy, mopping his face with the damp shirt and keeping his lips
moist.  About half an hour after we had settled in the shady nook Jimmy
regained a sense of awareness and we sat him up so he could have a drink.
He complained of a terrible headache and nausea, but wanted to know if Chris
was all right.  He drank a little more and, a few minutes later, nodded off
in a fitful sleep.  I was kept busy maintaining the radio sitrep that the
Controller insisted I broadcast on the 15-minute schedule, climbing up to my
car each time to make the report.

When the rescue team arrived on the rim of the ravine it did not take them
long to rig a lifting device and haul Jimmy, securely strapped to a
stretcher, up to the waiting ambulance.  Chris argued that he was okay and
did not need to go to the hospital, but I insisted he needed to be
thoroughly checked out.  I told him we would be in to pick him up as soon as
we had finished at the fire, so he reluctantly went with the ambulance.  The
rescue team then turned their attention to the wreck of Jimmy's vehicle but,
as I pointed out to them, it was his older vehicle and there was hardly
anything worth recovering from it that had not either been damaged by the
fall or burn when the fuel exploded.  It was fortunate that the fire had
already swept through the creek bed or else Chris and Jimmy would have been
burned by fire in the undergrowth.  The little cave Chris had found was the
only bit of protection in the nearby area, so Chris's action had undoubtedly
saved Jimmy's, and his own, life.

All of us left the creek bed at the same time, the rescue crew continuing on
to another job that awaited them elsewhere and Nick and I deciding to drive
on to the boys' home to make sure everything was in order there.  More burnt
countryside confronted us as we drove slowly uphill, in some places the
devastation complete and in other places a quirk of the wind or terrain had
preserved a pocket of undamaged bushland.  We came out on Railway Road just
a few hundred metres from the Kouros house and called the Fire Control to
let them know we were now out of the fire zone.  No fires had reached this
part of the countryside, so it was a simple matter of checking the watering
system and having a quick look over the property for any problems.  Nick
went in the house to put on a kettle and make some coffee while I finished
checking the new hothouse we had built for raising seedlings and then turned
the watering system on.

"Thanks Dad for everything," Nick said, grasping me in a tight hug as I came
in the back door of their house, scraping the black sand off my feet on the
doormat.  "I am so glad Chris is safe and that we could get Mister Perkins
out of there.  I was really worried that we might find something worse when
we went looking for them."  "Me too," I admitted.  "Looks like Chris is a
regular hero saving Jimmy like that.  He is a quick thinker, I am so proud
of him."  Nick ran his hands down my naked back.  "Why don't we have a
shower, then we can change into some clean clothes to go and get Chris?
You've got ashes and muck all down your back and on your chest.  I suppose I
am a mess too."

Nick quickly removed his dirty shirt and shorts, grabbing my discarded
shorts and putting them all in the laundry.  I had begun running the shower
water when he came back to the bathroom.  When he came up behind me he
hugged me again, this time I felt the pronounced lump of his erection
between us.  "Didn't take you long to get your strength back!"  My comment
to him was one of surprise but suffused with thankfulness that he was
feeling fine and in need of a higher level of gratification.  We shampooed
each other's dusty, smoky hair, letting the water rinse off the grime before
we soaped each other thoroughly to clean the rest of the fire residue from
our bodies.  There was a graze on the outside of Nick's right foot, probably
from where he had slid down the rocky canyon wall, and I washed it carefully
for him, observing that there was no more than a tiny abrasion.  Facing him,
I found his stiff penis looking at me, so I leant over and kissed it lightly
since I happened to be in the vicinity.

When I stood again, Nick ducked down to deal with my now-rigid penis.  He
had become a very skilful at demonstrating his passion to me and I signalled
my anticipation of his dexterity with several involuntary throbs of my
penis.  Using his tongue to tease the sensitive underside of my rod, he ran
it from the head to the root, flicking here and there as he traversed the
throbbing muscle, bringing a variety of rich sensations to me.  His tightly
pursed lips found the tip of my head and parted fractionally to slide
effortlessly over the hard glans, tightening again as they circled my shaft
and continued their journey without hesitation until he had reached the
final obstacle of my pubic bone.  The head of my penis was firmly wedged in
his small throat and I could feel the rippling constrictions of his pharynx
as he swallowed.  There was no preliminary action: Nick wanted my semen and
he wanted it quickly.  I could not resist his demand, and gave to him in
rapid bursts, that required no thrusting or movement on my part, all that I
had to offer.

Perhaps it was the exhaustion of the day's activities, perhaps an
accumulation of mixed emotions ranging from fear to absolute relief, perhaps
it was just Nick.  Whatever the cause, I poured out an immense load for him.
  Nick took it all in, working his throat to stimulate more and more of my
juices.  I sagged at the knees, unable to stand after this massive
discharge, and still he stayed with my penis deeply in his mouth.  Crumpling
on the shower floor I was sure I could not possibly pump out more of my
semen, but Nick relentlessly maintained his determined onslaught on my
manhood, drawing me even deeper into his throat when he found another angle
of approach.  I looked at his beautiful head impaled on my phallus, lifted
my hand and stroked his wet hair, and continued squirting out my load, jet
after jet of it suctioned from me into his oesophagus and onward till it
reached his stomach.

It seemed like forever, although it was probably only a few seconds or, at
most, a minute.  I just could not stop the sheer volume of the discharge
that Nick had brought forth from me.  With each successive shot I felt a
little more drained, yet so wondrously alive and aware of the moment.  Nick
has been wanking himself steadily all the while he had be nursing my penis,
and now his own eruption occurred.  He lunged at me all the more, determined
to take more of me into his oral cavity despite the physical limits that had
been dictated by our body shapes.  He shuddered and lurched with the impact
of his orgasm, his white fluid squirting out of the dark whorl of skin where
his foreskin collected together and from between his fingers, landing
sometimes on my leg and at other times elsewhere in the shower stall.  Nick,
too, was gripped by an almighty discharge, stream after stream of his
ejaculate cascading over me and also on the floor.

At some time it stopped.  Nick let go of his penis and eased himself off
mine, sitting alongside me on the floor of the shower, letting the water
rinse off the residual semen that still eased from our penises.  We fell
into a loving embrace, allowing the pores of our skin to absorb the other
till we felt as one.  The warm shower water completed the job of cleaning
and rinsing our bodies, restoring also the strength we needed to eventually
shut off the water and dry ourselves.  Nick held me tightly again in a
remarkable embrace, a manifestation of the love he had learned to give to
me.  I felt his warm tears on my skin and lifted his beautiful face to me.
"What is the matter, Nick?" I asked.  "Nothing at all," he sobbed.  "That is
why I am crying.  Because, at last, nothing is the matter.  You have made
everything right for me.  Oh, Dad, I love you so much."

We dried ourselves and retired to the kitchen where Nick's coffee had gone
cold.  He quickly made a fresh pot and dug some tobacco and papers out of
somewhere so we could enjoy a cigarette.  It was heading towards late
afternoon and we had not eaten at all since the previous night at the
Salvation Army canteen, yet neither of us felt the desperate need to eat.
Nick used the phone to call Connie on his mobile and passed on to him the
events of the night.  Connie was keen to leave Perth immediately and come
home, but Nick steadied him with reassurance that everything had been done
that needed to be done, so he should look after Wayan's interests first.
When the call was finished we tidied up the house, turned off the watering
system and left for town to collect Chris.

Using the roadway leading through the village allowed us to see some more of
the fire damage in areas we had not previously seen.  The fire had indeed
burnt right up to the railway line and we drove past a few farms that had
been razed to the ground.  The fire had licked right up to the village store
and post office, but neither building had been burned or appeared damaged.
The railway station was undamaged as were most other buildings in the
settlement.  We continued on to town without stopping, making a mental note
that we would see about giving assistance to the people from the ruined
farms the next day.

Chris was waiting for us in the outpatients' section of the hospital,
freshly showered and dressed in borrowed clothes.  I spoke quickly with the
doctor on duty who assured me that Chris would have no more of a problem
than some blistering on his scalp where the fire blast had burnt his skin.
He gave me some cream to apply to it, assuring me that Chris's hair would
quickly grow back and that the blisters would disappear in a week.  Jimmy,
he told me, was doing fine.  He did have a concussion from where his head
had struck the windscreen, but the chest wound was minor and he had no other
problems apart from slight dehydration.  The doctor asked that I did not go
in to see Jimmy because he had been sedated to keep him calm while the
concussion was being attended to.

"Have you had anything to eat?" I asked Chris as we drove out of the
hospital car park.  "Not yet.  Well, they did bring some afternoon tea in at
the hospital, but it was only a biscuit.  I really am hungry."  We pulled in
to a café we frequented and found table and chairs on their outdoor terrace
in the shade of some old gum trees.  The terrace looked out over a grassy
area and sloped away to the river about 100 metres away.  In the rosy glow
of the late afternoon light it was a beautiful sight, a feast for eyes so
recently assailed with nothing but blackness and burnt dust.  The inevitable
coffee and cigarettes helped pass the time until our food had been prepared,
the three of us engaging in a light recounting of the events of the night as
a means of therapy and release, allowing us to get a better hold on the
present and prepare for the future.  The boys got me to choose the wine for
the meal and we had an excellent chilled Chardonnay, a wonderful
accompaniment to the fine meal we devoured.

When we arrived home I asked Chris if he wanted some olive oil rubbed into
his dried skin.  Nick agreed to help me, so that Chris would have two lots
of hands working on him.  Chris undressed and lay on a sheet I had laid on
the floor of the sunroom, where it was cool in the evening breeze.  At first
he lay face down and I used the opportunity to apply the ointment from the
hospital to his head blisters.  Nick began pouring a little oil onto Chris's
back and rubbed it lightly all over his shoulders and down his back.  When I
had finished Chris's head, I moved down to take his feet, one at a time, and
anoint them with the fine yellow oil, massaging it deeply into his tough
skin to soothe away the heat and pain of the coals he had trodden on the
previous night.  Working my way up his legs, it was not long before both
Nick and I met at Chris's buttocks, our hands working the oil into Chris's
round globes and between his legs.  I was feeling the effects of a
tumescence I had not expected and glanced at Nick, only to find that he,
too, was sporting a tent in his shorts.

Telling Chris to turn over was a short distraction, but only to reveal that
he was also reacting to the contact of our hands on his body.  His erection
stood very stiff, pointing to some imaginary position above his head as he
settled on his back.  Nick immediately took it in his hands, applying a
small amount of oil to stop any chaffing, and began a slow massage of the
rigid penis.  I worked my way from Chris's feet back up the front of his
legs until I reached his thighs.  "See that little scar there, James?"
Chris asked me.  "That is from the cut I got from the fence when I came to
your house the first time.  Remember?"  How could I have ever forgotten such
a remarkable event in my life!  Chris continued, "The fence isn't there now
because they cleared it away when they put those new roads in, but it used
to be exactly where you found me in the creek bed.  Strange, huh?"

It was indeed strange that events had brought is in yet another of those
mysterious circles the course of life seems to shuffle between.  I thought
back over the year past and how it had radically changed six months ago when
these boys came in to my life.  I began to wonder what might have been if I
had not seen Chris at the petrol station that day.  Stopping myself from the
distraction, I realised that my hands had moved on and were now at his
penis.  Relieving Nick of his task, I began to wank Chris at the same slow,
deliberate tempo that his young brother had introduced.  Nick rubbed oil
into Chris's chest, the front of his shoulders, down his arms and into the
skin of his hands, then began gently rubbing a small amount of the oil into
his face.  Chris had lain quite still through all this attention to his
body, but was now finding it difficult to refrain from declaring his
interest.

At first Chris pushed softly into my hands.  I almost didn't notice the
movement, thinking that perhaps it was a spontaneous throbbing of his
steel-like rod.  Then, when it happened a second time, I felt the urgency of
him in the thrust.  Nick came back to sit opposite me and he put his hands
above mine on his brother's pulsing shaft.  With four hands surrounding it,
Chris's penis did not have much opportunity for resistance even if he had
been seeking to oppose our advances.  I had my two hands firmly around the
base of his penis, Nick around the top half, and we brought Chris to a
streaming orgasm as he lay beneath us.  It had been two days since Chris had
last poured out his semen, and now he released the pent up supply he had
created in the intervening period.  Jets of his juice flew out from Nick's
hands and landed high on Chris's chest.  Nick bobbed down and quickly took
his brother in his mouth, coaxing more and more of the fluid to discharge
into his willing receptacle.  Chris, by this stage, could no longer lie
quietly, thrusting his pelvis upwards to maximise the stimulation and the
rush of his orgasm.  I was excited to be able to watch Chris's face while he
was in the grips of his orgasmic state.  His beautiful features showed the
intensity of the climax, his face wrinkling and writhing as the various
sensations coursed through him.  Nick showed the same oral dexterity for his
brother as he had so recently shown to me, and determinedly kept Chris
bedded deeply in him until the very last pulse of the sibling organ.

Finally Chris stopped heaving and Nick stopped siphoning the rich fluid.
Nick released his brother and lay alongside him, savouring the creamy
offering that had been given him.  I reached over and tugged Nick's shorts
down, revealing his rigid penis, wetly presenting the dripping folds of his
taut foreskin where an accumulation of precum had surfaced.  My own penis
was equally hard and demanded gratification, so I released my own shorts and
climbed above the two boys, my head above Nick's penis and my penis pointing
at his mouth.  We took each other at the same time - me from above, Nick
from below - our penises knew the route they needed to take in order to find
the urgent pinnacle of fulfilment.  Chris, now, was the spectator as we
raced to the edge of our sensations.  Nick reached his hands up and grabbed
my bottom, pulling me further into his oral cave.  I pushed my mouth down on
him to completely engulf his manhood, shoving it carelessly into the depth
of my throat, eager to take from him the sweetness of his loins.

Chris could not lay passively and joined in the foray, running his hands
over us both, increasing the tactile senses we were already experiencing by
joining with us.  It was not long before he could not contain his own need
for another release.  He rose behind me and let his still hard penis find
the crevasse of my anus.  None of us had ever wanted to engage in anal sex,
so at first I wondered at Chris's intentions.  It soon became clear as he
worked his penis along the crack, thrusting so that the head would push
clear towards my back then pulling back to rub past my anus.  The sensation
of his rampant penis against my quivering buttocks was absolutely amazing.
He still had sufficient olive oil on his penis to provide lubricant for the
path he had chosen, and he thrust quickly in long movements.  Again, the
shocking impact of my orgasm hit me hard.  My penis felt as though I had no
control over it at all and pumped a massive load deeply into Nick.  Moments
later I was rewarded as he fired his volleys of semen at me, the warm fluid
coursing up into my mouth and disappearing into my throat.

Chris soon reached his second orgasm.  I felt him shudder as the release
began, then felt he warmness of his semen as it landed on my back.  The
first shots landed well up my spine while he thrust strongly, then the
successive ejaculations stifled by Chris's own body as he sagged onto my
back and embraced me from behind.  He was the topmost of the three of us,
Nick at the bottom bearing the greater weight even though I tried to keep
myself up on my arms to stop crushing him.  At last Chris stopped his
lunging and collapsed fully.  I moved so that we would topple off each
other, letting Chris come to rest along one side of me and Nick the other.
There we fell asleep, the gentle summer breeze gradually cooling our bodies
and drying the copious fluids from us, blessing us with a deep and
untroubled sleep.  Sometime during the night it became too cool for us and
we woke sufficiently to stumble into the bedroom where we completed the
hours of slumber, erasing the fears and hurts and restoring our souls.

Christmas came to us that week.  We had been so involved in the events of
the fire that it seemed the long-awaited event snuck up without us seeing it
coming.  On the Thursday evening I was making my final preparations for the
midnight service at our church when a knock at the back door startled me.
Standing there were two police officers, their dark uniforms highlighted by
the lights on my veranda.  They apologised for coming around at this time of
the day and asked if this was the home of Chris Kouros MacMannis.  I told
them it was and asked them indoors.  Nick made coffee while I sat the
officers in the dining room and called Chris in.  "We have reason to believe
that you have been engaged in something quite strange," the older Officer,
sergeant ranking showing on his arms, said in a stern voice.  I was feeling
somewhat confused, and I could see that Chris was also.  The sergeant's face
suddenly broke into a smile.  "Yes, quite strange.  You have been a bit of a
hero!  Old Jimmy Perkins has put you up for the Police Award for Citizens
Bravery because you risked your own life to save his.  We just have to
confirm your address and get a few details so the Award can be processed.
It is only a few weeks to Australia Day and, as you know, the Governor makes
the awards that day."

Chris could hardly believe his ears.  He protested that he had only done
what any person would do, but the officers were adamant that it was
classified as bravery.  The story of Jimmy had apparently circulated
throughout the community and many others had come forward, including the
Fire Controllers, to tell what they knew of the events of the night of the
fire, corroborating Jimmy's story and providing absolute proof of Chris's
heroic act.  Chris gave the officers the information they requested and
they, in turn, told him that further information would be sent to him as
soon as possible.

After they left, I gave Chris a great hug and kiss.  "Well done, my love.  I
could not think of anyone more suited to the award than you are.  You really
did a brave thing to haul Jimmy in that rock hole and protect him.  I am so
proud of you."  Nick, Connie and Wayan, who had also been at the house for
dinner, gave their approval and showed that they also thought Chris to be
the man of the moment.  Time passed quickly and we had to leave to go to
church.  All the family came with me and we arrived at the church early so I
could set up my music and prepare the organ for the service.  There is a
peal of bells at the church and it is usual for them to be rung on Christmas
Eve for half an hour before the service.  During the bell ringing I usually
sit in an alcove near the organ to wait for when I am expected to begin
playing the prelude.  Chris, who was my page-turner and occasional stop
puller, sat with me and we listened to the ringers completing their changes.
  When they were done I took my seat at the organ, Chris standing alongside
me, and we played the prelude to the service.

The usual procedure in our church is that the minister would commence with
the Call To Worship, some sentences to draw the mind towards the focus of
the service.  He stood and began addressing the large congregation.  "We
have come tonight to celebrate the birth of love, hope and joy into the
world.  But we also celebrate another kind of love, hope and joy tonight:
That love that is rarely expressed and demonstrated between fellow humans;
That hope that we humans can sometimes share with one another; and that joy
which comes to us collectively when a great thing is done among us.  With us
tonight is a man who has been recognised for bringing to the world of our
community a generous portion of the love, hope and joy that this season of
Christmas celebrates."

The pastor continued, "I invite you to join with me in offering a special
welcome to our very own hero.  His bravery in the face of very difficult
odds is a shining example to us all.  Chris Kouros saved the life of a
fellow fire fighter in the terrible fires last week and, I have just been
told, will be receiving the Police Award."  The church erupted with
applause, members of the congregation jumping to their feet to show their
admiration for Chris's unselfish act.  The choir stood in their raised
platform; the people in the gallery at the rear of the building stood,
joining those already on their feet on the main floor.  Chris was totally
unprepared for this, although I had been pre-warned that the minister would
make the announcement, and had no idea what he should do.  My heart swelled
in pride for my bald-headed boy and tears of joy sprung in my eyes.  Chris
nodded his head towards the people, acknowledging their acclaim in his own
humble manner, and turned back to me.  Through my own flooded eyes I could
see the tears in his eyes, completely taken aback by the unexpected
appreciation of his deed.

The surprise was not yet complete, as Chris was to find out.  An ambulance
officer came through the doorway at the rear of the church wheeling a
bandaged, but recovering, Jimmy Perkins down the aisle to the front of the
church, right up to where we were at the organ console.  Jimmy reached out
to Chris, his face etched with the appreciation he felt, his eyes rimming
with the emotion of acknowledgement, and shook his hand firmly, mouthing
"Thank you." over the pandemonium.  The ambulance officer took Jimmy to one
side where a place had been reserved for him to attend the service and the
minister regained control of the service.  Christmas became a celebration of
many kinds for many people that night.



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