Date: Wed, 01 May 2002 21:58:55 +1000
From: Mark Peters <mp_ponyboy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Song For Guy - Part 6

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Dear Reader:  To everyone who has been asking about this story,
my humble apologies that it's been so long since I've added to
it here... I promise I'll bring it all up to date just as quickly
as I can.

Anyway, here is the next installment in the tale of Tim and Guy.
I hope that you all, both new and old readers alike, continue to
enjoy this tale.

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A Song for Guy

by

Mark Peters


- Part Six -


But first, let's remember where we left off in Part 5...

I could feel myself, as hard now as I had ever been. As was Guy.

There was something cold and wet in my jocks, evidently some
pre-cum that had oozed forth, and I idly wondered if Guy had the
same problem.

When I glanced down at him my questions were answered, as a small
dark grey spot had appeared against the lighter grey of his school
trousers.

We both giggled.

Guy brought up one hand and gently stroked my cheek. Then he leaned
over and kissed me.

I kissed him back. Eagerly. I sucked his hot, spent breath into me.

His lips parted and I thrust my tongue deep into his mouth.

It was like nothing I had ever experienced before. I wanted more.

His hand reached down and rubbed my hardness. I felt like I was
going to come right then and there, but before another word could
be spoken, or another breath taken, we were interrupted.

"Ahem," someone said.

We stepped back from each other, our pants clearly tented out for
anyone to see, and we looked around.

Ben was leaning against the doorway, with his arms folded across
his chest, simply grinning at us.

"And about fucking time too," he said to us both.

Guy and I just looked at each other in total embarrassment.

"Boys, that has to be the HOTTEST scene I have ever witnessed.

Do you know that?" he said with that familiar grin of his. "Damn
that was hot."

Guy turned away and quickly pulled his shirt out to cover his
embarrassment.

I soon did the same.

"Christ, I've seen all that before boys," Ben joked. "You don't
have to worry about me."

"How long were you standing there?" I asked him.

"Long enough pal. Long enough."

"And what do you mean it was hot?" I demanded. "You're the straight
one here. Remember?"

To that, he just winked at me.

To be continued ......


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PART SIX


"So, let me get this straight," I asked Ben, while still being
highly embarrassed by his having walked in on Guy and myself.
"You're not gay? And we don't turn you on?"

"Nope. And nope. Well, not sexually anyway," he said, while
shaking his head. He was still leaning against the doorway with
his arms folded across his chest, and all the while he was grinning
at us like a madman.

"You're telling us that seeing us like this makes you hot, but
you're NOT gay? What are you then?" Guy asked him.

"Just a regular horny teenager, with hormones running rampant,"
Ben cheekily answered.

"Man, I'm just never going to understand you Ben," exclaimed Guy.

"Christ. I gave up trying to do that a long time ago," I added.

"Relax guys. I just think that this is great that you guys have
finally worked things out, which was no thanks to me I might add,
but just remember that neither of you turn me on or anything like
that. OK? So you can both just keep your hands to yourselves."

Guy and I glanced at each other and both of us simply rolled
our eyes.

"I have to admit though," Ben continued, "that it WAS good to see
you guys together like that, and as far as I am concerned, that's
all that really matters."

"You're just full of it!" Guy said to him.

"Maybe. Maybe not," Ben replied, "But there will come a day when
you will thank me."

"Maybe. Maybe not," Guy responded, throwing a tea towel at him
(which appeared to be the closest weapon at hand).


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Twenty-four hours later the three of us walked into the school
hall to find Snowy and an ever dwindling number of our school
mates assembled for rehearsals.

"Ahhhhh...," Snowy exclaimed as he noticed us approaching. "Here
they are, the men of the moment."

All eyes suddenly turned our way and followed us as we made our
way from the back of the hall down the centre aisle towards
the stage.

As always, Ben was leading the way, while Guy and myself followed
a few steps behind.

"I have a feeling that this is going to be quite embarrassing,"
I whispered to Guy.

"It'll be sweet. Don't worry about it," he answered.

"Gentlemen, you are just in time. I was about to play your musical
to the assembled cast and crew," Snowy trumpeted.

"Shit," Guy whispered, "maybe this will be embarrassing?"

"Nah. It'll be sweet, remember?"

We sat down in the front row, sitting as far as we could from the
rest of the students that were there without appearing too rude,
while Snowy fumbled with the old tape deck.

He was being helped by one of the Year Twelve students, who was
clearly becoming exasperated by Snowy's lack of technical know-how.

Snowy was trying to plug some speakers into the tape deck and he
couldn't find the right holes.

"Do you know where these go Cameron?" we finally heard him ask.

The guy took the cables from Snowy's hand and plugged them straight
into the sockets on the back of the tape deck. Instantly there was
a loud hissing noise coming from the speakers.

"That must be it," Snowy said, triumphantly.

Cameron looked across at us, his faced filled with exasperation.
I just winked at him and he quickly turned away, blushing.

While Snowy played some more with the tape deck, inserting the
tape and starting to rewind it, I noticed that Ben was staring at
someone across the hall.

"Who are you looking at?" I asked him quietly, leaning over and
almost whispering into his ear.

He turned around and grinned at me.

"Who is the blonde down the end of the front row?" he asked me,
jerking his head in that general direction, before turning and
staring at the girl once again.

I followed his gaze and soon figured out whom it was that he was
talking about.

It was a girl from Year Twelve, the same year that Cameron the
stereo-fix-it boy was in. I wasn't sure of her name, but I had seen
her around the school quite a bit.

Normally the Year Twelve students didn't participate in the staging
of the school musical, as they were so heavily involved with their
studies for their final exams.

It seemed that this year however, we were being graced with their
presence due to their studying dramatic arts or music or some
such subject.

"A bit rich for you I think mate," I answered. "And a bit old too
probably. She's in Year Twelve. Haven't you seen her around before?"

He simply shrugged and said, "I suppose so. I'm not sure though."

He just kept on staring at her.

"What's her name?" Ben eventually asked me.

"I don't know," I answered. "And are you serious?"

"Maybe," he answered, with that familiar wicked grin that I had
seen so often lately.

Just then Snowy finally got his act together and called for our
attention by clapping his hands together and calling out,
"Children. Children. Children!"

Slowly the talk and laughter died down and everyone turned their
attention to him.

"Thank you," he finally said to us all. "Now, I know that some of
you have been searching your collections for music we can use in
this musical, but I think our search is over, thanks to our friends
Tim and Guy and Ben, down here in the front row, who I think have
come up with something very worthwhile that we should all have
a listen to."

All heads suddenly turned our way again and we shrunk down into
our chairs as best we could.

Snowy turned around and pressed the 'play' button on the old tape
deck and the speakers soon started spitting out their familiar 'hiss'.
We all then spent the next three-quarters of an hour listening to
the tape that Guy and Ben and I had been listening to for the
past couple of days, with Snowy giving a running commentary on the
scenes that he envisaged which related to each song.

When the tape had finished he pressed the 'stop' button and then
just sat there on the edge of the stage, looking us all up and down.

"Well?" he finally asked. "Isn't anyone going to make any comment?"

The blonde from Year Twelve thrust her hand in the air.

"Yes, Samantha?"

I noticed Ben turn and look at her again, and I smiled to myself
at the thought of him chasing after her. It was bound to happen.

"Sir. I think it's great. I mean, even without anything extra, like
narration or dialogue, you can almost see the story taking place."

Snowy nodded, then looked across at us and smiled.

"My sentiments exactly, Sam. Can everyone else see the story that
has evolved from the use of the songs?" Snowy asked.

A few of the younger kids shook their heads, but the majority
seemed to be nodding.

Snowy looked down at those who were shaking their heads, with a
patient kind of expression on his face, then proceeded to explain
the story, which was basically about a new girl in town who finds
herself being the object of the affections of two boys, both of
whom are friends. The boys both try to win the girls affections,
but in the end, only one can prevail.

"Alright then. What we need to do now is link the songs together
a little more with, as Samantha suggested, some narration or
dialogue, then it looks like we have ourselves a show."

An excited murmur went through the group.

"Then, once that has been done, we'll look at the cast, who gets
to play what parts, and then we need to assemble our stage crew.
There is lots to be done people, if we are to stage this before
the end of the year, so what I want you to do now is go home, and
either by yourselves or in groups, I want a story written that fits
what we have just talked about. After that, we will go through
them all and pick out the pieces we think are suitable, and then
it's full steam ahead. All right then. Today is Wednesday. We'll
meet here again on Friday, if that's alright with everyone."

We all got up to leave and the younger students wasted no time in
racing down the aisle and out the doors, while Cameron and Samantha
came over to us.

"I think you guys did a great job," Samantha said to us. "It couldn't
have been easy coming up with all those songs like that and making
a story out of them."

It was Ben who was closest to them and he replied for us all, by
saying, "It was nothing really."

Guy and I just looked at each other in disbelief, then I gave Ben
a belt up the side of the head.

Samantha looked horrified, looking at me as if to say, "How dare you."

Cameron just laughed, while Ben quickly caught on to the fact that
she was defending him and immediately started acting like some
hurt child.

I had to laugh, which only resulted in a more scornful look
from Samantha.

In the end I simply said to Guy, "Come on, let's get going."

He nodded and so we said goodbye to Samantha and Cameron.

"You coming?" I asked Ben.

He just turned his head and winked at me, making sure that Samantha
and Cameron couldn't see him do it, then said, "Nah, I'll catch
up with you guys later."

"OK then," I answered, and so we left them where they were, then
headed for Guys car, with the idea being to go to his place.

"What do you reckon about Ben and Samantha?" Guy asked as we headed
up the hill towards his house.

"Oh, he'll be in her pants by the end of the week," I answered.

"You reckon?"

"Yeah, if I know him as well as I think I do, he will be," I said,
grinning. "Or he'll die trying."


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Ben phoned me that night and gave me an update. I knew he would.
He couldn't last a day when it came to letting me know all about
his exploits.

"She likes me," he excitedly told me when I picked up the phone
and answered it.

Lucky he couldn't see me rolling my eyes just at that moment.

"What happened?" I asked.

"We went downtown for a drink at the Milk Bar."

"And...?" I prompted.

"She said she loved what we did."

"You had nothing to do with it," I protested.

"Yeah, I know. Ain't it great?" I could hear him laughing as
he said it.

"She's older than you. Doesn't that bother you?" I asked.

"Why should it?" he answered. "Age is just a number. Didn't you
know that?"

"Whatever!"

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

"What about us?"

"What did you get up to after you left?"

"Errrr...not much"

"Yeah, I'll bet," he answered. I could almost see him grinning,
and could hear the innuendo in his reply.

I wanted to tell him that all we did was lie on Guys bed and listen
to music, but I knew he would have been disappointed in me if I had
told him just that.

As it was, it was one of the most pleasant afternoons that I had
ever spent with anyone.

I just lay there with his arm around me, my head on his shoulder
and with one of my hands resting gently on his chest, rising and
falling with each breath he took.

I could have stayed there forever, but the sound of a car being
driven up the drive-way, which ran right alongside Guys bedroom
window, soon brought us both back to the real world.

"Shit. That's mum," Guy said, hurriedly letting go of me and then
sitting up.

We had totally lost track of the time. We were lucky that we
hadn't fallen asleep.

I got up and looked out the window and noticed that it was getting
quite late. It must have been at least six o'clock, maybe even later.

"I better get home," I said to him, giving him one last hug while
I still could, before his mother came inside.

He leaned in and kissed me. "I'll give you a lift if you like."

I kissed him back. "Yeah, I would like. I would like very much."

"You still there?" I heard Ben suddenly asking, snapping my
attention back to the present.

"Huh? Yeah, I'm here," I answered.

"Christ, where did you go?"

"I was just...err...thinking about this afternoon," I answered
truthfully.

I could hear him giggling on the other end of the line.

"Yeah, I bet you were. OK then, I'll leave you with your
thoughts," he finally said.

"See you in the morning?"

"Yeah. I'll meet you on the street."

"OK. Bye."

"Bye."

When we disconnected I did go back to my thoughts about the
events of my afternoon.

It had been pretty much dark by the time Guy had driven me home,
after introducing me to his mother and receiving the usual
parental appraisal.

When we got out of there we took the long way round, stopping
briefly at a spot on a hill that overlooked town. It was sometimes
called Lookout Hill, but wasn't much of a lookout at all. We sat
there in the dark for a little while, silently watching the city
lights slowly come alive, with my head on Guys shoulder and his
arm around me.

"I really enjoyed this afternoon," Guy said to me after what
seemed a long time.

"What part?" I asked him.

"The part where we were just laying together. Nothing happening.
Just you and me enjoying each others company."

"So did I," I answered. "It just goes to show that it's not all
about sex, is it?"

He shook his head. "No, it isn't. It has to start with friendship
first, don't you think? The sex, when it happens, is just a bonus."

"I couldn't agree more."

He kissed me again, then said, "Come on. Everyone will be wondering
where we are."

We both sat up, then he started the car, and a few minutes later we
pulled up in front of my house, where I found the front verandah
light was on.

As it was dark I ventured to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks," I said to him, then got out of the car.

"See you tomorrow then?" he asked.

"You bet," I answered, then stood on the path and watched as he
drove off into the night.


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The next morning I met Ben at our usual corner and Guy picked us
both up a few blocks later.

The day proved to be just like any other really, with one notable
difference.

The school seemed to be abuzz with news about the new musical and
we were constantly being asked questions.

It seemed that we had become celebrities, but we couldn't think why.
After all, the musical wasn't anything to get excited about yet.

Or at least we didn't think so.

At lunchtime the three of us were joined by Cameron and Samantha,
who were both keen to talk about the musical, although I think
Samantha was more keen on talking to Ben.

She was a nice enough girl, and Cameron seemed all right too, and we
all got along great. I do have to admit though, that we did attract
a few strange stares from some of the Year Twelve students, who normally
wouldn't associate with students from the lower years, and obviously
thought it odd that Cameron and Samantha were doing so.

We found out that Samantha had her sights set on getting into the
Conservatorium of Music to study next year, while Cameron wasn't sure
what he wanted to do yet.

I had this strange feeling that there was something going on between
the two of them, but couldn't quite put my finger on it. They
certainly didn't act like boyfriend and girlfriend, but it was hard
to tell.

I made a note to mention it to Ben. I would hate to see him get hurt
or anything like that.

By the end of the day Guy and I were just glad to get out of there,
but I think that Ben had other plans.

"I'll call you tonight," he said to me as he hurried off after the
last lesson.

He didn't say where he was going, but I had a fair idea.

"I guess that leaves you and me again?" Guy said to me as we walked
towards his car.

I grinned back at him and said, "I guess it does."

Just before we reached the car however, Snowy called out from across
the car park and motioned for us to come over.

"What's he want?" I heard Guy ask.

"Who knows. We better go and see, huh?"

We walked over to him, where we found him packing some files and
boxes into his car.

"Ah, Tim" he said to me. "I've been wanting to talk to you before
we get together tomorrow afternoon. I've been looking at whom I
would like to play the parts in the show and was hoping you would
consider one of the leads. With Cameron and Samantha to play the
other two main parts."

My mouth must have just about hit the ground.

"But Sir, I don't know the first th..." I started to protest, but he
held up his hand and cut me short.

I glanced across at Guy, who was grinning madly at me.

"No buts about it," Snowy responded. "I've heard you sing in the choir.

I know you are more than capable of performing. So make sure you are
ready for tomorrow. Alright?"

With that he closed the boot of his car, opened his driver's side
door and got in and started the car.

I looked across at Guy again, whose expression hadn't changed.

"What?" I asked him.

"You can sing?"

"Well, you don't have to sound quite so shocked," I replied.

To be continued . . . . . .



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