Date: Mon, 3 Feb 2014 20:53:10 +0000
From: whiteryan65@gmail.com
Subject: A Captain's Lie ch 3

Hey dudes!

Thanks so much for the emails I received in regards to the first two
chapters of "A Captain's Lie" I read them all and appreciated each and
every one! Keep them coming!! Haha a writer always loves getting emails
about his stories.

There was one email I received that I wanted to get some clarity on
first...the person who sent me the email almost attacked me because of the
storyline. With the character of Farrow dying and the latter begging Monty
to allow his twin brother to pretend that he was still alive towards Jordy,
that had the person SO upset as he couldn't possibly see HOW I, as the
writer, could get away with that. The nature of the email was very
attacking and robust, in which I told the person that if he wanted a story
which had sex on every page, that he could easily find him another to
read. Sorry for this outburst, but concidering Nifty has a Sci-Fi section
posting loads of stories everyday of about fantasy stuff, I don't think "A
Captain's Lie" is so farfetched...

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PREVIOUS CHAPTER

Readers got to know Monty, the captain of Jordy's rugby team, a bit better,
and his father, Dr Griffin, was introduced as one of the surgeon's at the
local hospital. Disaster struck as a man found Farrow, from where he had
been viciously hit by Zan's car and brought him to the hospital. Monty
immediately recognised Farrow, which helped Dr Griffin since Farrow had
nothing on him which could identify him. The surgery was done on the
Farrow's damaged and swelled brain and on the major head injuries he
received. We read how Zan had absolutely NO remorse for running Farrow
over, especially as he was a major homophobe, he actually felt a sick PRIDE
in having done that! Meanwhile, Jordy finally came out to his father as
being gay, with Bernard Dean amazingly taking the news well and supporting
his son, however he was not happy at all when Jordy confessed that he was
in love with Farrow. All through the night, Jordy had the feeling that
something was wrong, that something wasn't right, but he couldn't place his
finger on it. He even had a wet dream concerning him and Farrow later that
night. Eventually, there was nothing that anyone could do for Farrow, and
Monty asked his father if he could see Farrow for a while. To Monty's
shock, Farrow, who had great difficulty speaking and expressing himself,
begged Monty for a huge favour...his estranged twin brother Gary was
arriving the next day, and he begged Monty to ask Gary to pretend that he
was Farrow, for Jordy to never find out that Farrow had passed away. Farrow
finally died, and Monty was left with a huge decision, especially because
readers found out that Monty was gay himself and in love with Jordy...in
the end he made the decision to try and go through with it...what Farrow
had asked him.

CHAPTER 3

It was nearing 11:00 that same morning. Monty was nervously walking up and
down inside the airport's entrance area, to somehow get a glimpse of
someone who resembled Farrow. All that he knew was that Farrow had a twin
brother, and according to the latter's dying words, they were
identical. There was loads of times since he had arrived at the airport
that he wanted to turn around and go home, to have fun, to practise his
Rugby skills, to work out new strategies to win games...just to be Monty
Griffin, a normal, eighteen year old dude with no worries in the world
except that his cock got hard infront of sexy boys...

But he had made his decision and he knew that he couldn't let Farrow
down. The poor kid begged Monty with his last breath not to allow Jordy to
know that he had passed away. Just how Monty was going to be able to get
away with that, he probably never questioned. Go figure, hey! Then there
was that intense hatred he carried in his heart towards Zan Locke...the
bastard who was the reason that Jordy may never be able to play Rugby
again. Monty sighed...why was it that the biggest douchebags in the world
got to have the greatest looks? Monty hated to admit it, but Zan was
built. He was sexy as hell. Tall, lanky, short black hair, gently spiked
upwards, a stunning six pack with a eagle tattoo right in the middle of his
pecs and a bad boy look that would make even the straightest of straight
admire him. There was a time that he fantasized about Zan, to be
honest...but now, all he wanted to go was kill the fucker for ruining
Jordy's life. That might well still happen, Monty thought with a cringe, if
things don't work out, if Gary refuses to pretend to be Farrow, or if they
couldn't pull this off. Monty took the final swallow out of the can of Coke
he was drinking and threw it in the trash...fuck this...he was sorry for
Farrow and Jordy, but there was no way they could get away with his. Never
in a fucking trillion years. He turned around and walked out of the airport
and straight to his father's car that he had borrowed. He was still
silently apologising to Farrow for having lost his nerve, when he heard a
voice that sent chills down his spine. His hand was still on the car door
when he quickly turned around to where the voice had come from.

My God.

It was like Farrow had suddenly come back to life. Monty's mouth fell open
at the sight of, what MUST have been Gary, walking out of the building with
a backpack strapped to his shoulders. He was whisteling as he walked
towards a strange man. It was like Monty's body was edging him to go
closer, to find out more, to listen in on a conversation of two people he
never saw before in his life.

"Here's the change, Mr Roland. Can we like, go now?" Gary asked the man,
looking very excited and impatient at the same time.

"What the hell are you in such a hurry for? You have come on numerous
business trips with me in the past, and its never affected you like this,
boy!" the man said with a sharp voice, the kind that made Monty appreciate
his father all over again, even he had too had some homophobic tendancies.

"Im just...jet lagged, okay? Where's your wife, what the hell is taking her
so long!" Gary continued to whine.

"Boy, I'm really beginning to lose my fucking patience with you. You
remember well what happened the last time you tested me, right? Your arm
has healed, but I can break it again. Think about that," the man said, not
even looking at Gary, his eyes focused very much on the overweight woman
who was making her way out of the airport with bags of take out in his
hands.

"Damnit Joy, what's all this?"

"We might get hungry, Frank! We don't know this city, we have never been
here before!" the woman happily replied.

"Yeah go on then, keep stuffing your face, that's all you're good for. Come
on, lets go," the man ordered and the three of them got into the car, the
woman with some great difficulty, and drove out of the airport parking
lot. With the speed of the Rugby player that he was, Monty ran to his car,
got in and drove after them like a fucking mad man. This was it, somehow he
had to follow them to a point where he could meet up with Gary
alone. Clearly Gary was in a hurry because he wanted to see his twin
brother. FUCK...if this backfires, there was two hearts that he was gonna
break...Monty thought as he kept his eye on the Toyota infront of him.

***

Jordy was getting ready to be discharged that same day, apparantly there
was nothing that the doctors could do for him no more, as it was now a
waiting game to see how and when the knee would heal and if he would be
able to play Rugby ever again. His father had come over to help him pack as
Jordy wasn't allowed to put any weight on his leg as yet.

"Dad, did you talk to Mom...you know...about what we had talked about
yesterday?" he asked carefully.

Bernard Dean placed Jordy's laptop into the carrier bag and shook his head.

"I wish things were different, Son. Your mom was raised to...you
know...Mormons believe stuff that we don't. I know that being gay is not a
choice, buddy, but your mom WILL not feel the same about all this. I hate
asking you to do this, but could you just...keep this quiet for the time
being?"

"Sure Dad, what ever you say..." Jordy replied, sadly knowing that his
father was right.

A knock on the door startled them both, and with Jordy initially thinking
that it was probably Farrow, was turning red as a bloody tomato when he saw
that it was Zan.

"What the fuck are you doing here? Come to finish me off?" Jordy let rip as
loud as he could, not caring one bit that the whole nurse's station could
hear him.

"JORDY! THAT's ENOUGH!"

Bernard's voice was way louder and more extreme than that of his son, and
immediately both boys were deadly quiet...lasting for a mere five seconds
before...

"Dad, you don't get it, this is the fucker who's the reason that my leg is
TOTALLY FUCKED!"

"And that's why you two boys are going to talk this out right now. I'll be
right outside and beware your souls if one of you comes out of here without
MY permission. Go on then, sort this out! BOTH OF YOU!" Bernard said
sternly before giving Jordy a knowing look. Zan was looking very timid all
of a sudden, like he wasn't sure himself what he was doing in Jordy's
hospital room. There was a big moment of tension in the air as both boys
refused to be the first to speak. That was until Bernard shouted "I can't
hear you!" from the other side of the door, leaving Jordy to place his eyes
on the other boy.

"Zan, what do you want from me?"

"Jordy...yesterday..."

"You saw me and Farrow kissing the shit out of eachother. Lemme guess,
there is only probably about...lets see...two people you HAVEN'T told,
right? My whole fucking school must know by now that their best player is
nothing but a f..."

"I haven't told anyone, Jordy."

"...aggot ass who's going to hell...what did you say?"

Zan stepped closer to Jordy, his right hand side, his head staring at his
chest, his eyes averted.

"I haven't told anyone what I saw yesterday. If you and Farrow wanna be all
lovey dovey, than that's your business. I came to apologise yesterday, I
never meant to seriously injure you that day. I promise!"

"Yeah, like hell, Zan! You knew that I was close to the touchline and you
KNEW that you had to run like hell to catch me and you KNEW that you were
going to injure me at the speed we both were going when you tackled me!
Don't come and tell me bullshit like that, cuz I ain't fucking believing
you! You've distroyed my life, Zan! I'll never be able to play Rugby ever
again, thanks to YOU!" Jordy spat out, bits of his saliva splattering on
Zan's handsome face, such was the sheer anger in which Jordy was
speaking. The latter boy was shaking, his fists balled, in hate over this
boy standing next to him.

It was suddenly like Zan's eyes gained momentum, new life, new energy, like
something was edging him on to lift up his face, the tears rolling down his
cheeks and to grab Jordy's arm and squeezing the hell out of it. Jordy
gasped at the sheer pain flowing through his arm and with the grip that Zan
was holding it. He looked into Zan's face, and there was nothing but evil
written all over.

"You're actually blaming ME for ruining your life? I'm sorry, Jordy...but
that wasn't me. That was all YOU, dude...the day you decided to be GAY!" he
hissed. He finally released Jordy's arm, slapping it against the injured
knee, with Jordy howling out in pain. Zan quicky ran out of the room, past
the surprised and confused Bernard, who rushed into the room to try and
help his son.

"JEEZ IT HURTS, DAD!!!" Jordy wailed. Bernard pressed the emergancy button
to call a nurse as Zan's red, demonic expression simply refused to go away
before Jordy's eyes. There was something terribly wrong with Zan Locke...

***

The car that Monty was following had finally stopped at one of the
wealthiest and most expensive hotels in town. It didn't take a genius to
figure out that Frank Roland and his wife was loaded. Didn't take a genius
to figure out why Joy Roland was so fucking overweight either. His luck was
definitely in...Gary was sitting peacefully outside of the hotel with what
looked like a cellphone in his hand. Monty swallowed hard...this was now or
never, he thought as he slowly got out of the car.

"Come on, Slugger, where ARE you..." Gary whispered impatiently, his left
leg tapping up and down in sheer frustration. He so desperately wanted to
see his twin brother, it felt like decades when infact it only had been
close to three years. Why wasn't Slugger answering? He redialed Farrow's
number but it just continued to ring and ring and ring, until he threw his
iPhone into the soft grass in anger. Damn man, Farrow knew that he was
coming today, where the fucking hell was he?

"That looks like a expensive thing to just throw away, dude," a voice said
behind him. Gary turned around to see a stunningly sexy boy looking
straight at him.

"Yeah, so what's it to you?" he retorted, picking up the iPhone and getting
ready to dial Farrow number for the fourth time.

"Are you...is your name Gary by any chance?" the strange boy asked, slowly,
as if he was scared of him.

"Who the hell wants to know?" Gary said, a feeling of creepy gaining on his
shoulders.

"Thank God...listen, can we like...speak in private for a second? You don't
know me at all, I know, but I did know your brother, Farrow. It directly
concerns him."

"Farrow? Do you know where he is? I've been trying to contact him all
fucking morning!" Gary said, his tone of voice slightly changing when he
heard this boy was a friend of Farrow. The boy didn't come closer or step
back, instead he just kept staring at him.

"Dude, are you okay? You're freaking me out here, man," Gary said, raising
his defences.

Monty knew what he wanted to say...what he HAD to say. He just didn't know
HOW.

"Gary, I really don't wanna do this here, but you don't know me at all, so
I'm not gonna ask you to follow me somewhere. Is there somewhere in this
hotel that we can talk? Dude, I know this is probably looking like I'm a
pervert on steriods, but I really need to talk to you!"

The desperation in Monty's voice changed Gary's stance...he mentioned for
Monty to follow him, which the latter did. Gary lead him all the way inside
the posh establishment until they reached a big restaurant, clearly the
main dining place in the hotel.

"You take a seat so long, I'll get us a couple of Cokes," Gary said,
leaving Monty on his own. FUCCCCCK...how do I DO this...he wondered,
looking upwards at the ceiling as if silently expecting an answer from
Above.

***

Zan was silent as he sat on the soft grass, right infront of the grocery
store where it all happened the previous day. Just a mere 24 hours ago, he
was a normal teenage boy, who lived and breathed Rugby. Now, he returned as
a murderer. He looked straight at the spot where the municipal workers were
still cleaning up from of Farrow's blood and skin which was splattered over
the tarred road. Zan closed his eyes...he didn't wanna do it. Honestly, it
was just an accident, he never ever dreamed that he might run someone
over...he was nothing more than a cold blooded killer. He carefully stood
up and walked behind the old oak tree that was situated a few feet
away. Very slowly, careful that no one saw him, he took out the one
substance that he loved the most. What he always needed before and after a
game. What he needed now...before he could stiff the snow white power up
his nose and run it through his teeth, he heard a faint noise...it sounded
like music from the Kings of Leon...Zan ignored it, thinking that it was
probably just a far off car radio and moaned inwardly as the cocaine
travelled its way upwards into his nostrils. It flared with relief and
fulfillment as he smiled breathlessly. There...done...now he could cope
again for a while...fuck, he was nearly out aswell...the music got more and
more clear as he walked onto the pavement and towards where his car was
parked. Zan stopped, and listened, very difficult since the effects of the
drugs was beginning to take effect...he looked back towards the tree. He
ran towards the ageing piece of wood and with huge amazement grabbed the
phone that was ringing non stop, laying between a couple of dead
leaves. The wallpaper on the main screen told him everything he wanted to
know. The faces of Jordy and Farrow smiling up at him. A quick look into
the menu of the BlackBerry and his suspicions was confirmed.

He killed that faggot...and now he had his phone.

***

"What's all this about? You seem really...I dunno...out of it, dude."

"Gary, I dunno how to fucking say this. Its Farrow...he..."

"Oh man, he couldn't make it, so he sent you?"

"No, not at all...listen...why has Farrow never mentioned you before?"
Monty asked, looking to buy some more time to steady himself. Gary's face
got a sneaky smile, as if he was remembering a very fond memory.

"Dude, I swear, even though you're a friend of Farrow's you'll never
believe me. And if Farrow hasn't mentioned me at all, its because he wanted
to have it that way. Im not sure if I want to tell you about all that shit,
if he doesn't wanna speak about it."

In reality, Gary was dying to tell someone, anyone, on how much he loved
and adored his brother. He will never forget THAT afternoon...the one and
so far only time that they couldn't keep their hands to themselves any
longer. God knows, they tried. They fought against it so hard, they even
stayed out of eachother's way as much as they possibly could. But in the
end, their brotherly, identical twin love for eachother had evolved like a
fucking Charmeleon into a fiery Charizard. It was Farrow, who entered
Gary's room that afternoon...words wasn't even needed...both knew
instinctively that they couldn't pretend anymore.

Farrow looked at Gary with utter shock and with total realization. When it
finally dawned on him what Gary was saying with his eyes he closed his own,
and suddenly relived that dream...Gary's hand was still on his shoulder and
he started to caress and gently rub the flesh and muscle underneath.

"Farrow...do you want this as much as I do? If you don't, I'll walk away,
and we'll never talk about this again," Gary whispered, fear displayed in
his eyes. This was a major taboo between dudes. Especially if they were
identical twin brothers like they were.

Farrow couldn't answer. His voice totally let him down. He could only nod,
and when he did, tears started flowing over his handsome teenager's then
fifteen year old face. Both right then suddenly knew that they had made
their decision.

The two boys entered Farrow's room quietly and without talking. They knew
it was the safest place since both their parents were work for at least
another couple of hours. Farrow placed down his backpack but couldn't find
himself to look at Gary. It was when he felt the hand on his shoulder yet
again that he finally turned around. Both boys knew how they felt about
eachother right then but were simply too scared to say or show it. It was
finally Gary who made the first move.

"Its okay...we don't have to talk, we don't have to say anything," he
whispered before he allowed Farrow swiftly to pass him, both of them
completely forgetting to lock the bedroom door, before he was basically
attacked by the boy he had been born with, the one he had shared a womb
with, the one had had loved all his life. Farrow placed his hands on the
side of the teenager's face, lifting it so that he was looking into his
eyes, leaning in and violently placed his lips on Gary's. Farrow's erection
was noticed by Gary, as both young boys's mouth's opened for entrance, both
melting into eachother, holding eachother tight.

Gary pulled away, running his fingers through Farrow's ash brown spiky air,
trailing his fingers down Farrow's cheek and playfully pulled on his
growing beard.

"You need to shave, my friend..." Gary said with a smile, while he gently
caressed Farrow's face.

"And you, my brother, are fucking driving me insane," Farrow responded as
their lips found eachother's once more in a passion not known to either
boy. Both could feel their hard cocks pressing against the other, as
Farrow's knees gave way. Gary lost his balance and accidently fell right on
top of Farrow.

"You planned this, didn't you? Falling down, right?" Gary asked, pulling
Farrow towards him by his hair.

"Fuck yeah, I did!" Farrow replied, leaning upwards and kissing the
teenage, horny beauty fiercely, caressing the latter's body and ass
especially.

Farrow's cock head was by now red glimmering hard and he jumped up
immediately by hearing those words from his utterly sexy brother, kicked
his shoes off. Then he unbuttoned his school shirt and threw it behind him
onto the settee. Taking the few steps needed to draw close to Gary he then
stood close to his face, stroking the hard tube in Gary's school pants to
show the latter what he was going to get. Farrow's hand pushed Gary onto
the chair and spun it around quietly as it returned Gary to a sitting
position, bring Farrow's mouth closer to his pants. He reached forward and
pulled the zip down the front of the boy's trousers.

Gary pushed his hips forward, his hands now either side of his lower
stomach. There was no belt and Farrow undid the metal button, so the fly
could open at the waist. Farrow pulled the faded pants material down enough
so they fell to Gary's ankles. Gary stepped back and picked them up,
stopping, still bent at the waist, so that he and Farrow could kiss, before
throwing the clothing onto his shirt on the settee. Standing up straight -
no pun intended - Gary was aware that Farrow was looking at the wet spot on
his Calvin Klein black jockstrap pouch, where his seven inch cock was
leaking with excitement. Farrow leaned forward and licked the darker
fabric, tasting the saltiness of the boy's pre-cum. He bit Gary's hard tube
as Gary put his hands on Farrow's head.

With his tongue Farrow prised the side of the pouch aside to reveal the
hardened, inflated glans. His lips kissed the split end as his tongue
encouraged more of the clear nectar to flow into his mouth. Gary's hips
pushed his knob end into Farrow's mouth, as Gary held Farrow's head to
steady it, caressing his identical twin brother's spiky brown hair. Further
and further he pushed himself into his long time friend's mouth, pushing in
an inch, withdrawing it out a half inch, repeating this until a good six
inches of his shaft was inside the encircling lips. He felt the motion of
Farrow's throat as Farrow swallowed and hummed, the pulsations and
vibrations stimulating the nerve ends in his glans. With a conscious effort
Gary did not cum his load right there and then, but withdrew his shaft and
smacked Farrow's cheek sideways with it.

"Farrow...I know...I know you're horny and shit but please dude...I'm gonna
cum if you keep that up!" the desperate Gary groaned, his stomach heaving
up and down at a furious pace.

But Farrow wasn't even on first base yet. While he gently sucked Gary's
hard cock into his mouth, Farrow positioned his fat knobhead at his
hole. Despite Gary's giant load of spunk already up there, just waiting to
travel up his cock, Farrow could tell he was not going to get resistance
from Gary's hole. Trusting to this theory, Farrow put his knobhead to
Gary's hole and pushed hard. His hole suddenly seemed to give way, and
without meaning to, Farrow had slammed his gigantic cock deep into Gary's
body, with more than half his bodyweight behind it.

Gary franctially yelled at the top of his voice. It had hurt, certainly,
but Farrow's seven inch fucker had struck him like no other guy had before!
This was his BROTHER fucking him! He spread his legs, pressing himself
against Farrow's hips, trying to get more of his cock inside. They were
virgins, teens...they didn't know better...

"OHHH FUCK!!" Farrow growled in sheer lust and attitude, as his hands came
up to stroke Gary's belly and six pack, his ripped chest, as his cock sank
deeper into Gary's butt.

"Hell yeah, come on, bro! Fuck me! Fuck me SO hard!" Gary groaned.

"Aw yeah, I'm gonna fuck you so hard!!" Farrow moaned as he took hold of
Gary's legs by the ankles and pulled them apart, leaving Gary completely
open to him. Farrow began thrusting hard with exaggerated movements of his
hips, snagging his cock on Gary's prostate with each stroke, causing him to
moan louder.  Gary immencely seemed to enjoy it much more! He kept jacking
off his own 7 inch rock solid hard dick with every single fucking thrust
his twin brother and best buddy gave him.

Farrow was on fire meanwhile was beside himself with lust. He had never
fucked anyone before. The moans, groans and grunts of Gary, rather than
just sighs and screams, was so much more stimulating.  However, Farrow
wasn't sure how much more he could take of this, and all at once, he felt
the inevitable sensation in his balls meaning that the end was
approaching. He knew he wanted to slow down to prolong this further, but he
was so caught up in the fuck that hejust kept going faster and faster,
unable to stop his hips thrusting into Gary.

"Fuckin' hell Gary, I'm gonna shoot!" He gasped, his mind fogging and his
pelvis jolting out of rhythm.

"Oh yeah Farrow, shoot that big load up my ass!" Gary coaxed softly,
although his voice was filled with almost angry lust, and his lips began to
snarl with pleasure as he rode Farrow's cock, looking down at his own's
greatly defined, yet lean body, completely hairless from top to bottom, a
pool of clear precum gathering on top of his chest beneath his's cock.

"Oh fuck yeah!! Damn I'm cumming, I'm really cumming, bro!" Farrow screamed
as his spunk suddenly raged up from his balls, his muscled stomach lurging
forward, his hips pumping of their own accord, spurting a load almost equal
to his own that night he had in his wet dream about Gazza two nights ago,
overloading Gary's arse so that cum squirted out around Farrow's still
steel hard cock.

Both Gary and Farrow were tired as fuck, but Farrow didn't forget his
promise to his twin buddy. He tiredly leaned down, to where Gary's rock
hard cock still lied in wait, covered in sweat and pre cum juices. He took
the organ into his hand, and started to slowly jack the sexy, tired boy
off.

"OH FUCK YES..." Gary hissed hoarsely, after all he had been through that
afternoon. Farrow took the top of the organ deep into his slippery mouth,
an emotion overwhelming Gary as his dick was covered in hot, warm
velvet. For the utmost time that afternoon, he tiredly reached down and
caressed his fingers through Farrow's now sweaty hair while the latter
sucked his cock up down, up down, up down, until he finally saw and felt a
swelling in Gary's big balls. Farrow leaned down and gave them each a
tongue bath they'll never forget, before feeling the sperm travelling
upwards. He dove back onto Gary's dick, sucking it like a fucking vucuum
cleaner before he felt the first two sudden spurts, going straight to the
back of Farrow's throat, forcing him to swallow, while the following three,
quick, spurts were all enjoyed. Their flavour, texture and taste were all
savoured before Farrow swallowed it.

He was pulled up towards Gary, looking deep into his brother's eyes,
holding him gently by the hand and slowly layed a passionately deep kiss on
him. It felt natural for Farrow to want to lie down on his brother's body,
and slowly placed his head on Gary shoulder, while the latter stretched his
arms around Farrow, gently holding him. Two tired boys were faced suddenly
with exactly what just happened between them.

"So what now?" Farrow whispered after a few minutes, gently kissing Gary's
shoulder as he did so.

"I dunno, buddy. Do we have to label this?" Gary asked, still running his
fingers through Farrow's hair.

Farrow looked up and placed his body so that his face was right on top of
Gary's.

"I love you..." Farrow whispered to his brother.

And that was exactly when their father had walked in on them, seconds
later.

***

"Okay, Gary, there is no way to say this, so I'm just going to. Okay...here
goes...Gary...Farrow was in an accident last night."

Gary's face whitened instantly.

"What? Oh my G...is he okay, where is he? Where's my brother?" he hissed,
he didn't care that half the restaurant was staring that them right
then. Monty took a deep breath.

"He didn't make it, Gary. He died this morning."

***

Ten minutes had passed since Monty had told Gary the devistating
news. There was a silence that wasn't awkward, but not welcoming
either. Finally Gary opened his mouth, cleared his voice and spoke:

"But...but I spoke to him...just yesterday...he knew I was coming..."

"Gary, yes, and that's why I'm here. Please don't interupt me right now,
otherwise I'll never have the guts to ask you this...Farrow had a very good
friend called Jordy. They were best friends, closer than any two buds I've
ever seen. Where one went, the other was never far behind. Im the Captain
of Castleford High's senior Rugby team, and both Jordy and Farrow played
for us, until Farrow was suspended from school. They said he burned down
one of the classrooms...but anyway, I was there, this morning when he
died. My father is the surgeon who operated on him, see? Now Gary, this is
NOT a joke, or a lie...but Farrow's last words...was..."

"It was what?" Gary asked hoarsely after Monty was clearly struggling to
speak.

"He begged me...he begged me to ask you if you would pretend to be him. If
you would live on his place, as him, as Farrow. You see, Gary, he and Jordy
weren't just friends, they were boyfriends. Lovers. I'm sorry if this is a
shock to you, that your brother was gay, but that's what he asked me. Dude,
he loved Jordy so much that he didn't want Jordy to know the truth. A few
weeks ago, Jordy suffered a hell of a nasty injury and the doc's told him
he may never be able to play Rugby again. Gary, I think that Farrow had the
same picture in mind as I do right now...Jordy is depressed, he already
cannot cope with the fact that he has to be in a wheelchair, or that he
can't play Rugby...but if he has to lose his best friend, the dude he loved
on top of all this..."

Monty's voice had finally decided to give in. Gary couldn't look up at
him. All that he could see was Farrow's face, the same boy who grew up with
him, who shared everything with him, until that aweful afternoon when the
child court decided that the two should be seperated and Gary was placed
with the Roland family. Gary knew his brother well enough to know that
there was a good reason for Farrow to ask this of him. Whoever this Jordy
dude was, Farrow must have cared deeply for him. He knew his brother. They
were twins, for fuck's sake.

"If I agree to this, how the hell will I fool this Jordy dude? He and
Farrow obviously have memories and stuff which I know nothing about," Gary
whispered to Monty.

"I've been thinking about that on the way over here...dude Farrow suffered
extensive head and brain injuries. He had no ID on him, nothing to identify
him with. With my Dad's help, and using the head injury, I think we can get
away with this. My dad can simply tell Jordy that "Farrow" has a case of
temporary Amnesia, or whatever that shit is called. You know enough about
your twin brother to portray him, that I'm sure of, or Farrow would have
never asked this of you."

"And what the fuck about the Rolands? My foster parents?" Gary said, his
eyes narrowing.

"What about them? As far as I could see and hear this morning, they treat
you like shit! Why the hell would you wanna stay with them if there's an
way out?" Monty asked excitedly.

Gary slowly but surely realised what Monty was hinting at...

"You mean...?

"Let the Rolands think that it was YOU that died! You and Farrow look
ALIKE! Do they know about Farrow?"

"Yeah ofcourse, but they don't know he lives...I mean lived here..."

"EXACTLY! I'll talk it over with my Dad, I'm sure I can convince him! Jordy
will never know that Farrow died, and the Rolands will think YOU died!
They'll probably not even fucking care! We can always tell Jordy you were
in an accident or something," Monty said to a stunned Gary.

"There's no way any doctor, even if he's your dad will say yes to any of
this..." Gary whispered, refusing to look at Monty.

"There's one way of finding out," Monty replied.

***

"You want me to do WHAT?" Dr Griffin yelled, almost dropping his coffee.

"Dad, please...I BEG you..."

"You realise I can lose my job over you just asking me this?"

"Hell yeah I do! Then you'll also know that I wouldn't ask you if I wasn't
desperate! Dad, please, hasn't Jordy suffered enough?"

Dr Griffen scratched his head.

"You say this Roland family is abusing and even hurting this Gary boy?
You're sure of it?"

"Dad, I fucking heard him say that he broke Gary's arm before, and that he
can do it again!"

"Okay, okay, Son, just calm the fuck down, okay?"

Monty waited with baited breath while his father sat silently in thought.

"You do realise you'll have to lie for the rest of your life, don't you,
Monty?"

"Yes, Dad."

"God...you must care for Jordy Dean an awful lot to make a sacrifise as big
as this..."

Damn Dad...you can never know how much I love that kid...Monty thought as
his father picked up his telephone with a sigh.

***

"He said he'll help us. He'll do it."

"I don't feel good about this at all, Monty."

"Do you think I'm enjoying this?"

"That's not what I said!"

Monty took a deep breath to calm him down.

"My dad said that you can come and stay with us until he breaks the news to
the Rolands. He'll then let them know that "Gary" had been in an accident
and that he is the one who died. You gave your ID and library card to my
dad, so there's no way they won't believe him. Then, after they had gone
back home, you return as "Farrow" and we'll take things from there. One
step at a time."

Gary nodded uncertainly, he wasn't ready for this at all.

"Fuck dude, something has just hit me..." Monty said, his eyes widening.

"What the fuck is that?"

"You're not even gay! Jeez...now you have to be in a relationship with
Jordy...FUCK I totally forgot about that..."

Gary laughed slightly and placed his hand on Monty's shoulder.

"Do you know why Farrow never mentioned me?"

Monty shook his head.

"Because our father caught us in bed fucking when we were fifteen years
old. We were seperated by the child court. We hadn't even spoken in
weeks. Haven't seen eachother in the flesh since the day we were
seperated. I loved my bro, and I ain't ashamed of that. I'll do my best to
honour his last wish," Gary said before walking away.

On the outside he was acting brave...on the inside he was shaking.

***

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