Date: Wed, 22 Aug 2001 20:57:31 +1000
From: Mark Peters <mp_ponyboy@hotmail.com>
Subject: After We Danced - Part 12

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Hello guys and gals, I made it back...as promised. And here's the next
installment.  I really hope you like it.

I want to say a special thanks to John for this one. He's the dude who
picks up on all the errors that I make (and there are plenty of
'em). Thanks dude!

And to everyone who keeps writing, I just gotta say "I love ya", you keep
me going.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this continuation of the story.


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After We Danced - Part Twelve

by

Mark Peters



- Chapter One -

"So, what's that you've got there?", Matt asked me, after we had just
watched Ox slouch his way along the driveway and disappear from view, and
were walking back into the garage ourselves.

"What?", I answered.

He motioned towards what I was holding in my hand, the information sheets
and application forms I had printed off from the Southern Star University
web site.

I handed the sheets of paper to him, grinning.

"What's so special about this place?", he asked.

"Just keep reading", I answered.

He casually flipped through the various sheets of paper, looking at the
photos of the campus and the town, reading through the details of the
course I wanted to do (which I had circled in red), before settling on the
map of the area.

He was about to hand it back to me, then stopped and looked closer, as he
spotted the bright red circle I had drawn on it, around the small town of
Thompsonville.

He looked up at me and smiled. "Are you thinking, what I think you are
thinking?", he asked.

I nodded. "What do you reckon?"

He stepped towards me and threw his arms around me. "It would be magic", he
whispered into my ear, then kissed me briefly on the cheek, before stepping
back and holding both of my hands in his.

"I thought you would like it. All I have to do now, is manage to land a
place in the course there."

"Go for it."

"You're sure?", I asked again. "I mean this is something that affects both
of us."

"I'm sure", he answered, reassuringly. "Wherever you lead, I will follow. I
promise you that."

I hugged him. It just felt so good to be wanted and loved like that.

Just then we were interrupted, by someone clearing their throat at the
doorway to the garage. Startled, we both turned around to find Matt's
parents standing there.  His mother was smiling sweetly, although looking
slightly embarrassed, while his father was frowning.

I felt myself blushing

"Follow him where?", his father asked.

"To university", Matt answered.

"Which one?"

"Hopefully, to Southern Star. The new one, over on the coast at Macquarie
Harbour", I answered.

Matt added, "There's a great little place just up the road from there,
called Thompsonville, and we thought we would try and find some place near
there to live, like a house or a flat, or maybe even share a house or
something."

"And do what? Be hippies?", he replied, before storming off towards the
house, leaving us standing there looking blankly at Matt's mother, who all
of a sudden looked really embarrassed.

"It's alright boys. He'll be O.K.", she managed to say, then quickly
scurried off after her husband.

Matt and I just stood there looking at each other, in total amazement.



- Chapter Two -

The following day was Monday. Which meant work again, for both of us, and
as usual we only just made it there on time.

For some reason, we kept losing time in the shower.

Matt's father had cooled down by dinner time the previous day, when we had
gone up to the house for a meal with them.

He had apparently been stirred up by the way his sister, Phil's mother, had
behaved when they had visited them. It seemed that not everyone in the
family was as forgiving as Matt's parents were, when it came to finding out
the truth about their children.

Apparently he had gone right off the handle at his sister and her husband
when they refused to listen, or understand, and had stormed out. At least
that accounted for the mood he had been in when he had returned yesterday.

Then, after dinner with Matt's parents, we had all sat down and talked
about our moving away and had worked through our options again. His parents
willingly offered their opinions, and had also suggested that I should
apply to several other universities, just in case I couldn't get a spot at
Southern Star.

After setting my heart on going to Southern Star, I hadn't even really
considered that it may not happen, so I decided that as soon as I finished
work today I would take a closer look at what some of the other
universities also had to offer.

Matt's dad picked up one of the sheets I had printed off and was reading
through it.

"It says here they are having an Open Day for new students at Southern Star
this coming weekend. Did you see that?"

I shook my head and he handed me the sheet of paper.

"How about we go and have a look?", Matt asked me.

"Yeah, that's a great idea", I answered. We left them shortly afterwards,
with both Matt and I now quite excited about our trip.

I had only been rostered on for a few days at work this week, which I was
grateful for, as it would give me the chance to get my university
applications sorted out before we went down there, while Matt pretty much
had the full week booked up.

Monday was a drag, as always, and by lunch time I couldn't wait to get out
of there, to meet up with Matt again.

When I made it to Auto Stop, I found him waiting outside, looking a little
flustered.

"Are you alright?", I asked him.

"Yeah. Sort of", he replied. "I had some kids in the shop this morning that
were making a real nuisance of themselves. They kept hanging around and
they were pointing at me and sniggering. I heard them say 'poofter' a
couple of times. I don't know how they might have found out about me, but
they obviously did."

"Oh", I said, rather blankly.

"It's no big deal", he added. "It just kind of shook me up a bit. That was
all.  Luckily there was no one else around to hear it."

"We are going to have to face that, I suppose, wherever we happen to go
to."

"Yeah, we will."

As we usually did, we headed for Con's place for lunch, where we met up
with J.D. and Dwayne. It was a fluorescent yellow and green Hawaiian style
shirt that J.D.  had on today, coupled with spiked hair with freshly
bleached tips.

Compared to what he had always looked like, I thought he now looked a total
dag, however others wouldn't agree with me, as he was still pretty cute
looking.  I just shook my head at him.

"What?", he asked. "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, dude", I answered. "Nothing at all."

Matt and Dwayne both grinned, while J.D. pouted like a spoiled child.

"I keep telling him to tone it down a bit", Dwayne said. "But do you think
he'll listen to me?"

"The novelty will wear off after a while", Matt said.

"I hope so," Dwayne answered, with a deep sigh. "So, is it true that Phil
and Ox are officially an item?"

Matt and I glanced quickly at each other. We both knew what the other was
thinking, "How did that get out so fast?"

"Well?", J.D. demanded. "Is it true?"

"What have you heard?", Matt finally asked.

"There was this big scene at your place, with Candice, then an even bigger
scene over at Phil's place the next day", J.D. said, waving his arms around
in the air, being all melodramatic.

"Well, you are half right", Matt told them. "But I wouldn't call them an
item, just yet."

"Oh?", Dwayne asked.

"There is potential there. But let's just say that I don't think Ox was too
impressed about being dragged into the big family scene at Phil's place. It
could have just put a damper on the whole affair."

"Damn", J.D. said, realising this was probably the best chance that Ox had
had in while to let his true self out. The effect that Phil's actions may
have had, on any budding relationship could be felt by us all.

"When we saw him yesterday afternoon, Ox had gone pretty cool on the whole
deal", I offered.

"I can just imagine", Dwayne responded.



- Chapter Three -

The news spread quickly that Phil and Candice had officially split up. It
never takes long for the grape vine to sprout fresh shoots when there is a
scandal in the air.

I bumped into Kerrie, my old High School Formal partner, the following day,
when she and her mother came into the store shopping.

When we spotted into each other I was carrying some cartons of dog food,
while she was arguing with her mother about something or other. It was one
of those awkward moments that were impossible to avoid. I said hello to
them both, then after that, her mother wandered off, which left Kerrie and
I alone, to talk.

The first thing she asked me was if it was true about Phil and
Candice. Then right after that she wondered if he had his eye on anyone
else. I just had to laugh.

"What's so funny?", she asked me.

"Nothing", I answered.

"So, are you and Matt still...?", she started to ask, but then stopped,
letting the silence stretch onwards.

"Together? Is that the word you were looking for?"

"I suppose."

"Yeah. We are. And to tell you the truth, I don't think I've ever been
happier", I answered.

She nodded, and looked highly embarrassed, then said, "It came as a bit of
a shock for us all, but I'm happy for you both."

"Thanks. That means a lot to me. So, how did you go with your exams?", I
asked her.

"Scored in the eighties. I wasn't too unhappy with that. Although mum and
dad wanted more."

"Yeah, well that's always the case, isn't it?"

"How about you?", she asked.

"Low nineties. Much, much better than I had expected."

"That's great. So, have you applied for university yet?"

"Started filling out the forms last night. I want to try and get in to
Southern Star if I can."

"It's supposed to be good, even if it is only new. I hope you get accepted
there."

"Thanks, so do Matt and I. Have you seen Julie, lately?", I asked, suddenly
thinking about the last time I had seen Kerrie, when Matt's old girlfriend
was with her.

She shook her head. "She's been gone for ages. I think she went to visit
some relatives or something. It was just after that day when we saw you all
downtown, remember then?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Yeah, well she was pretty cut up about you and Matt. She took it pretty
hard."

"She'll get over it", I offered.

"Maybe."

She left me to packing the remainder of the dog food away shortly after
that, and wandered off in search of her mother. I watched her as she walked
down the aisle and couldn't help but think that she was a nice girl who
would make someone happy one day.

We had both now left the childish attitudes well behind us that we had had
throughout our school years. We were out in the real world now, and it had
changed us all, in one way or another.

The day just dragged on, and on, and on. How I made it though to the end I
wasn't sure, but I knew I was grateful that at least I didn't have to come
in tomorrow.

Just before closing time I looked up from my shelf packing, to see Ox come
sauntering up the aisle towards me, looking miserable.

"Are you OK?", I asked him as he came to a stop beside me and leant up
against a shelf.

"Don't really know", he answered. "I feel like......"

"Shit?", I offered. "Because that's what you look like."

"Very, fucking, funny."

"OK, so what's wrong then?"

He said nothing, but just kept leaning against the shelf, seemingly chewing
on his bottom lip.

"Look, I'm out of here in ten minutes. How about you wait for me out front
and you can tell me all about it on our way to meet Matt?", I said to
him. "You can think about what's on your mind between now and then."

After what seemed a longtime, he finally nodded, then pushed himself off
the shelf and wandered off down the aisle, without saying anything, his
hands thrust deep into his pockets and the tail of his shirt hanging out.

It was one of those days, and the sad part was, even though I was about to
finish work, it wasn't over yet.

I hurriedly packed away the last of the trolley of stock I was working on,
then took it and all of my rubbish out to the stockroom. A few minutes
later, after signing off, I then left for the day, and met Ox at the front
of the store, where I found him waiting patiently on a bench.

He made no move to get up as I approached, so I sat down beside him, where
the silence soon stretched into minutes.

"How do you and Matt do it?", he finally asked me.

"Do what?"

"Stay sane."

I laughed.

"I'm serious", he said. "You guys are just so... together. I mean, you know
what you both want and you go and get it. And if anyone ever asks for your
help, you are there. I just don't get it. I mean it's great that you have
what you have, but I can't figure out what your secret is."

"We may seem, ummm, together, but it isn't easy, believe me. And there
isn't any secret, just an understanding and a love for each other, which I
find a little difficult to explain. We still have a long way to go before
we'll have it all worked out, but we are doing OK. Mainly I think, because
we have the support of our friends and families."

"Is that the key?"

"I don't know. But it is certainly a help."

"I tried talking to Phil...", he started to say. But then stopped.

He was upset, I could tell that much at least, but I still wasn't sure what
it was that was worrying him.

"What happened?", I eventually asked him.

"He was all over me, all he wanted to do was screw me, and I just felt like
I was being smothered or something. He did say that he really likes me, but
he wants us to get serious. Too serious."

"Is that a bad thing?", I asked, slightly confused.

The silence stretched on.

"I just don't know if that's what I want?", he finally said. "I mean, I
like him and all that, but I'm not ready to move in with him or do anything
crazy like that.  And I'm especially not ready for anyone else to find out
that I'm gay."

"Then tell him that. Tell him you need some space, and that you need some
time to think and be yourself."

"I probably should, but then what if he says that's no good to him and he
goes and finds someone else?"

"Hmmm. How about I get Matt to talk to him?"

"Do you think he would?", he asked eagerly.



- Chapter Four -

"How was the day?", Matt asked as I finally showed up, finding him waiting
outside of the shop.

"S.S.D.D.", I said to him.

"Huh?"

"Same shit, different day", I answered. "It's just something I got out of
that Stephen King book I'm reading."

"Oh. S.S.D.D.? Hey, I think I like that."

"Sorry I'm late", I said, as we started up the arcade, heading towards
where the car was parked.

"That's cool."

"Ox came to see me."

"He did? So, what's his problem?"

"Phil", I answered. "Apparently Ox went to see him, and Phil started
getting all heavy, like wanting to make a commitment or something."

"Shit. I bet that freaked Ox out?"

"You could say that", I said.

We reached the car and after Matt unlocked the door, we climbed in.

"Would you go and talk to him?", I asked.

"To who? Phil?"

I nodded. "Ox is worried that if he tells Phil he needs a bit of space,
that Phil will go find someone else."

Matt thought for a moment, then said, "Sure."

We drove towards home in silence, with both of us no doubt thinking about
Phil and Ox.

The afternoon was quite warm and, being still in Daylight Saving time,
there was still plenty of time before the sun would go down.

"You want to do anything special this afternoon?", Matt asked me, while we
were still driving.

"Not really. Why, do you?"

"No, not really, but I did think it would be nice to watch the sun go down
sometime."

"No time like the present", I said to him.

He looked across and smiled at me, then reached over and took my hand.

"How about we grab something to eat and head up to the lookout?", he asked.

I squeezed his hand and said, "That would be nice."

We came up to a set of traffic lights and I looked across and noticed a
take-away store, right next to the video store we usually went to.

"Fish and chips do you?", I said to him, pointing towards the shop.

When the lights changed we went through them and then Matt pulled straight
over on to the side of the road and stopped the car.

We got out and walked back to the corner, where we went in and ordered,
then sat down and waited.

"So, how was Ox?", he asked me.

"Shaky", I answered. "He wanted to know how we managed to stay so sane."

"Us? Sane?"

"Yeah, that's what I said. He was pretty freaked out I think, about Phil
wanting to get all serious. And he also said he was worried about anyone
finding out about him."

"Yeah, well, we all go through that."

Moments later, the girl from behind the counter called out and told us our
order was ready, so we got up and picked it up from the counter, then
headed back to the car.

Matt pulled out into the traffic, and as we had already passed the turn off
to the lookout, he did a u-turn and headed back in the direction from which
we had come, then shortly afterwards we were climbing up the side of the
mountain, heading towards the lookout.

We parked the car at the far end of the car park, and then got out. Matt
retrieved an old blanket from the boot of the car and then, hand in hand,
we climbed up the steps towards the top of the lookout, to where the view
was spectacular.

There was no one around today, and we had the place to ourselves, which I
was grateful for.

Matt spread his blanket out on a level piece of ground, and we quickly sat
down, with our legs crossed, like a couple of school kids, and opened up
the fish and chips, which sat on the blanket between us.

There was a warm summer wind blowing and I noticed the way that it gently
lifted Matt's hair, and shook it in the breeze.

"What are you looking at?", he asked me.

"Only you", I answered. "And how beautiful you look when the wind ruffles
your hair like that."

I wasn't sure if it was him, or if it was the late afternoon light, but I
was pretty sure he blushed.

A magpie came down and sat on a rock close to us, apparently attracted by
the food, so I threw it a chip, which landed on the ground just in front of
it. The bird skipped down from its perch and landed beside the tasty
morsel, then picked it up and quickly flew off with it.

"He'll be back", Matt said to me.

"Yeah, most probably", I answered.

A short while later, the magpie returned, also bringing some friends with
him, this time.

We had pretty much eaten all we were going to, so Matt threw a small
handful of chips towards them, which were quickly consumed. The birds
fought each other for the scraps, then screeched loudly at us for more, so
we obliged, and scattering the remaining chips for them as well.

After that Matt got up and took the rubbish over to a garbage bin, before
returning to our blanket.

Our flock of friends screeched at us for a little while longer, then one by
one, as they discovered that feeding time was over, they flew back up into
their trees.

Looking out towards the west, we could see the sky had now become a
brilliant shade of crimson, streaked with splashes of gold. The afternoon
light was fading fast, and below us, we could see the lights of our town
emerging from the shadows.

I looked across at Matt, and could see his face glowing in the soft,
ethereal light of the afternoon.  Quietly, I moved towards him, then when I
was in position, I gently lay my head down on his lap. He had watched me as
I had moved, then when I had settled he lifted up his hand and started
stroking my hair.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?", he said softly.

"It certainly is", I whispered back to him, then reached up and took hold
of the collar of his shirt, pulling his head down towards mine.



- Chapter Five -

It was well after dark when we left our mountain top, totally spent from
the forces of nature that had engulfed us there.

We drove down the mountain in silence, damp from sweat, but happy. Matt
reached across and once again took my hand. I brought his up to mine and
kissed it.

"Don't you ever leave me", I said to him softly. "I'd never be able to find
anyone as good to me, or for me, as you are."

"Not a chance", he answered. "You're stuck with me."

I kissed his hand again.

When we reached our home, we both quickly stripped off and headed for the
shower, then with the hot water coursing over us, we massaged and caressed
the day's tensions away.

While we were drying each other, we heard Matt's phone start to ring in the
other room, so he wrapped his towel loosely around him and went out and
answered it.

After he flipped the phone open and said, "Hello", I listened for a moment,
then heard him say, "Just who the fuck is this? Leave us alone, will you?"

Angrily, he slammed the phone shut, then threw it on to the bed, before
sitting himself down beside it.

"This is really starting to get to me", he said, rather shakily, as I
joined him.

"I know", I said to him, taking his hand in mine.

Just then the phone started ringing again. Fearfully, we looked at each
other, then looked at the phone. I could see that Matt's hands were shaking
when he finally picked it up and flipped it open again.

"Will you just, fucking, leave me alone", he almost yelled into the phone,
then his eyes went wide and he quickly said, "Shit, sorry about that. That
wasn't you about two minutes ago?"

"Ooops."

"Who is it?", I mouthed silently to him.

He put his hand over the phone and quietly said, "Tim."

They talked for a good while more, and he proceeded to tell Tim about our
mystery caller, and about all the events that had taken place since we had
last seen each other.

After what seemed like ages, he then said, "Just hang on a tick."

"He wants to know if we are doing anything this weekend. They are heading
up to Southern Star for a look as well."

"Awesome", I said. "Tell him we'll meet them at the caravan park, if they
like."

"You tell him", Matt said, handing me the phone.

We spoke for a few minutes and he told me about his and Guy's exam results,
and that they had both applied for a spot at Southern Star. They were
looking forward to the chance to move there, or more specifically to
Thompsonville.

I guess that the place had had that effect on us all.

We arranged to meet at the Caravan Park on Friday night and we disconnected
shortly after that.

"That was good news", Matt said to me after I handed the phone back to him.

"It certainly was. It will be good to catch up with them, and even better
to have some friends there when, and if, we move up there."

"What do you mean...if?"

"I have to land a spot there first, remember?"

"Don't sweat it. It's in the bag", he said to me.

I managed a faint smile, but I wasn't anywhere near as confident as he was.
I still had to send my application forms in yet!



- Chapter Six -

I had the following day off, so after dropping Matt at work in the morning,
I came home and finished filling out the application forms for the various
universities I had decided to apply for.

This was in fact something I should have done the minute I had received my
exam results. I hoped I wasn't too late.

After toiling for what seemed like hours, I ended up with a pile of forms
that I now needed to fax off to the relevant offices. The only trouble was,
I didn't have a fax machine, and it was rather expensive to go to the Post
Office or any number of other businesses that offered the service.

"Shit", I said aloud. "Why didn't I think of that earlier?"

I could have gone and seen my parents, or for that matter I could have gone
to Matt's parents, but this was something I wanted to do, no, this was
something I had to do, by myself.

I shuffled through the pages I had so laboriously filled out, then suddenly
realised that I could have actually applied online for most of these
universities, so I fired up my old computer once again and went in search
of their web sites.

By lunch time I had done all that I possibly could. I had now officially
applied for four universities, with Southern Star being the first one I had
sent, and the only one that I really wanted to go to. That only left
another two that I would need to fax my applications for.

Things finally felt as if they were coming together. Now all I had to do
was to wait and see. There was nothing more that I could do.

The last thing I did before I turned off my computer was log in and check
my Hotmail account, and thankfully, I found that there weren't anywhere
near as many messages waiting for me as there had been the last time I had
checked them.

The assholes of the world had been at work again however, with a couple of
nasties being the first messages I had come across.

I didn't recognise the names of any of the senders, so I quickly deleted
them, but I have to admit that they did leave me a little shaky, especially
after what had happened to Matt at his work this week.

When I finally turned my computer off I was actually trembling, as the
contents of the messages I had read continued to bounce around inside my
mind.

"Watch out faggots", was one of them.

"Poofters must die", was another.

"Scum of the earth", was another.

I was shaking so bad when I reached the car, that I had trouble inserting
the key into the ignition.



- Chapter Seven -

The remainder of the week went by far too quickly.

Ox came to see me the following day. It seemed that he and Phil had had a
long talk last night and had pretty much worked things out between
themselves.

He was positively jumping out of his skin when he arrived and I was happy
for him.

Apparently he and Phil were now an item, officially, but they were taking
things one step at a time. Phil had listened to what Ox had to say, and
said he understood. They would take things just as slow, or as fast, as Ox
wanted.

Matt and I had also paid a visit to the offices of Harry Lawson, seeing as
the court case was set down for the following Tuesday. We told him our
suspicions about the origins of our phone calls. He listened intently, but
said there was little we could do unless we were absolutely certain.

We couldn't be however, so there was obviously nothing we could do, for
now.

Matt and Harry were still bickering over what they should do once the
arrived in the Court Room, and at the end of that appointment they were
still no closer to a decision.

"Don't let him railroad you into doing anything you don't want to do", I
told Matt that night in bed.

He kissed me, and promised me that he wouldn't.

Everything, it seemed, was happening all at once.

When Friday afternoon rolled around, Matt and I were pleased to be heading
out of town for a few days.

We said goodbye to Matt's parents, then went around to say goodbye to mine.
We told them all that we would be back on Monday afternoon.

I told my father not to worry about court on Tuesday and hugged both he and
my mother.

"I'm not worried", he answered. "Whatever happens, happens. You two just
have a good weekend, and drive safely."

"Hang on, I'm confused here", I said rather cheekily. "Which one of you is
supposed to be my fussy mother?"

"Get out", they both said, laughing.

Finally, we managed to leave at around five, which meant that we should get
to Thompsonville at around eight. Not too late, but it would still be after
dark, unfortunately.

The journey was good and for the most part we still had some daylight.

The rolling hills and forests, the wide snaking rivers and valleys, they
were all just so fresh in my mind from our earlier trip. It was like it was
only yesterday.

Just as he had done the last time we had traveled this road, Matt reached
across and held onto my hand as we drove. It was both comforting and
reassuring, to have him here with me, knowing that this was a part of an
adventure that would take the rest of our lives to complete.

There were no more voices of doubt echoing around inside my mind. There was
only Matt.  And I believed now, that he would be there for me. Always.



- Chapter Eight -

It was just after dark when we pulled into the familiar gates of the
Caravan Park, and as strange as it may seem, it felt to me, like we were
coming home again.

I got out of the car and stretched, trying to iron out the kinks out of my
muscles.

Above us, the huge old Moreton Bay Fig trees towered, blocking from our
view the stars which were above them. Once again, we could hear the rolling
seas crashing onto the beach just over the dunes, and the sounds of
seagulls, and could smell the fresh sea air.

"It's about time you guys showed up", we heard someone say, from not far
away from us.

Turning in that direction, we could see two figures walking towards us,
silhouetted against the light coming from the distant boardwalk area near
the jetty.

"We hope you didn't start the party without us?", Matt said.

"Not a chance", Tim answered, reaching out his hand towards Matt.

We all shook hands, then hugged.

"It's great to see you guys again", Guy said, as he embraced me.

"You too", I replied.

"We can't wait to catch up on all the goss", Tim said. "A lot has happened
since we last saw each other".

"Ain't that the truth!", Matt replied.

"So, have you guys eaten yet? We thought we could all head over to that
little diner near the boardwalk", Guy asked.

Matt looked at me and nodded slightly.

"Sounds good to us", I answered, and before we all knew it were walking out
through the gates of the caravan park and heading in the direction of the
town.

Even in the darkness, we noticed that the guys were walking hand in hand,
so Matt reached out and took my hand.

There was no bolt of lightening. There was no cringe of fear. There was no
electric shock.  I squeezed his hand and the four of us walked on, enjoying
each others company and chatting about all the things we had been up to
since we had last seen we were last here.

They listened in shock and disbelief when Matt told them all about what had
happened to me, both in the park, and at the hands of my father. They had
of course heard this before, but that didn't lessen the impact when they
were being told the story in person for the first time.

I also told them about Matt and Tony, and the fact that we had to be home
in time for the court case on Tuesday.

"Christ", Tim said. "You guys have been in the wars."

"Yeah, well, life goes on", Matt answered.

"So how about you guys?", I asked.

Tim and Guy just looked at each other and smiled.

I could see there was an understanding between them, which was not unlike
that which Matt and I now shared; something that we had noticed had only
recently developed.

It was uncanny really, and was taking a bit of getting used to, for both of
us. It was almost like we knew what the other was always thinking. And when
things were going bad, it was like we could sense that there was something
wrong, without either of use being in the same room even.

There was nothing concrete or tangible that you could identify. It was just
a feeling. But it was there.

"Well", Tim said. "We've moved in together, just like you guys."

"That's great", Matt offered. "Did you tell your families about
yourselves?"

"Yeah", they said in unison.

"So, how did they take it?", I asked.

"They had already had their suspicions", Guy offered. "So they took it
fairly well. There was no fight, or big scene. It all went fairly well."

"Except for your brother", Tim said.

"Yeah, well he kind of took it a bit hard. He called me a dirty bastard a
few times, but settled down after a few days."

"Hey, did we tell you about Ox?", Matt asked.

They both shook their heads.

"He fancies one of my cousins, Phil."

"The sly dog", Tim said.

We were almost into the main street of the small town by this time and I
noticed that Tim and Guy had now let go of each others hands.

Tim glanced up at me and noticed me staring at his hand.

"We may be gay, but we're not suicidal", he said to me, with a faint grin
which I only just managed to pick up, seeing as we were walking in near
darkness.

It was only thanks to the light from the street lamps, which we were yet to
reach, that I managed to see his features.

I just nodded and we kept walking, but Matt didn't let go of me.

Just then, a group of about five kids on pushbikes rode past us, laughing.
None of them would have been any older than about fourteen, I wouldn't have
thought, but it was a little bit hard to tell.

We distinctly heard the word 'poofters', float out into the night, spoken
by a rather high pitched young voice, followed by more childish laughter,
and not surprisingly, Matt's hand soon slipped from mine.

I glanced at him and saw him looking quite concerned, then turned my
attention back to the boys, watching them for a few moments as they sped
away.

It was then that I noticed that one of them, a fair headed boy of about
thirteen, who reminded me a little of Tony, kept looking back at us. He had
slowed down a little and kept glancing from us to his friends and back
again. He turned a small circle on the road in front of us, before finally
speeding up and rejoining his friends.

I wasn't sure, but I thought I saw him smile at us.

"Trouble?", Guy asked.

We just shrugged and kept walking.

Just as we were about to cross the road and head towards the boardwalk, we
passed the little Chinese restaurant that we had visited the last time we
had been here, and glancing in through the big front window I noticed that
there were very few tables with people at them.

"Hey, remember this place? How about we go in here?", I asked my friends.

"Fine by me", Guy answered. The others nodded and so we all went inside,
where we were greeted by the little, old Chinese guy behind the counter,
the same one who had been there the last time we had visited.

He looked us up and down and then grinned at us, revealing a mouth that was
only half filled with teeth.

"You boys bin here before", he said to us in his broken English. It wasn't
a question.  It was a statement. We had been recognized.

"Yes sir, we have", Tim answered him.

"Come", he said to us, motioning to us with his hand, then proceeded to
lead us to the same table that we had sat at last time, looking out towards
the water.

Once again we were treated to the fantastic sight of the lights from the
boats and the jetty and the boardwalk, being reflected off the still
waters.

It was a delightful view and I knew that we would never grow tired of it.



- Chapter Nine -

The following day was Saturday. Open Day at Southern Star University and
the reason for our trip.

Matt rolled over and threw his arm over me in the bed we were sharing in
the caravan, and I took his hand and drew it up close to my chest.

"Good morning", he whispered softly into my ear.

"Morning", I whispered back to him.

At the other end of the caravan, sleeping on the table which folded down
into another bed, were Tim and Guy. I could hear one of them snoring softly
and stifled a giggle.

"Knock it off", Matt whispered. "You'll wake them up."

My body shook as I tried to stop myself laughing. I don't know what made me
feel like that this morning, because I had woken up several times during
the many nights spent with Matt, only to lay awake listening to him doing
exactly the same thing.

Matt drew me closer to him and kissed the back of my neck. I let out a soft
moan.

It was Matt's turn to giggle now.

As quietly as I could, I rolled over and faced my lover, then I gently ran
my hands through his soft hair, before tracing the outline of his nose and
his jaw and his eyebrows with my index finger.

I felt his hand slide downwards along my back, until he reached the crack
of my buttocks.  He hesitated for a moment, then let his fingers do the
walking, sliding them further downwards between my cheeks.

"You'll wake...", I started to protest, but he silenced me quickly, by
placing his mouth over mine.

We stayed like that for what seemed like ages, devouring each other with a
rejuvenated hunger that both excited and scared me. Our sheet had slipped
off us. We were naked.  And we were making out while there was someone else
in the room.

The last time we had done anything like this was when we had camped here
after finishing school, with Tim and Guy being our co-conspirators then as
well, however on that occasion, it had only been in darkness. I have to
admit that it had freaked me out a little then, and I never expected to be
doing it again, at least not quite so soon anyway.

It didn't stop us however.

Slowly and silently, Matt moved himself down lower on my body.

I closed my eyes, and as his tongue gently teased my nipples I had a sharp
intake of breath.

Gently, he then closed his teeth over my erect left nipple, and pulled
outwards.

"Ooooh", I whispered.

He let go, and then did the same to my right nipple, before licking the
small hollow in the centre of my chest.

"Stop it", I hissed.

I heard him chuckle softly. At least I thought it was him. I didn't open my
eyes to look.  I was enjoying this too much.

Slowly he worked downwards. Kissing me. Licking me. Teasing me.

I was in heaven.

When Matt's tongue reached the engorged head of my penis, and his mouth
took me inside him, I shuddered. It felt like the whole world was shaking.

Cautiously, I opened my eyes, and there were Tim and Guy, standing at the
doorway to the small bedroom of the caravan, stark naked.

Tim was leaning back against a cupboard door, while Guy's mouth was working
its magic on Tim's manhood.

I had been right. The world was shaking.

We both just looked at each other and smiled, then, with a cheeky wink, Tim
then reached out and took hold of the sliding door to the bedroom and
pulled it shut.



- Chapter Ten -

Half an hour later the bedroom door was slid open again and in strolled
both of our friends, who promptly sat down on the edge of our bed, one on
either side of us.

At least they were dressed this time, or should I say partially dressed,
having pulled on their shorts since I had seen them a little while ago.

"Did you have fun, boys?", Guy asked, glancing up and down at us, seeing us
only half covered by the sheet.

"Sure did", Matt answered. "How about you?"

They both just grinned.

"Well, you can't stay in bed all day", Tim said to us. "We've got a
university to go and check out. Then afterwards we've got a special place
to take you both."

"What sort of special place?", I asked.

"You'll see", they answered together.




To be continued ......


(c) 2001 Mark Peters. All rights reserved.


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OK reader, so... once again it's your turn! Please let me know what you
think by e-mailing me at mp_ponyboy@hotmail.com

I would love to hear from you. All messages will be answered, and anyone
why does reply gets to be added to my address book, and be the first to
find out when any new part of the story gets added.

Now, I just know you folks out there are always looking for something new
and interesting to read, so just like by buddy Bren does, I'm gonna give
you a tip.  There's this story that a pal of mine has written, called "Just
A Story", that I think you should check out. It's on Nifty's (Gay/High
School - where else???)  and it's just great!!!

It's a story all about misunderstandings. And while the subject is serious,
it's as funny as all hell. So please, do yourself a favour and take a peep.

The only problem is that he needs some more inspiration... so if you like
it, make sure you let him know. Tell him he's just gotta keep going!

Well, I better run. And just remember that Part 13 won't be too far away!

Bubye :)