Date: Sat, 19 Apr 2003 13:43:08 +1200
From: arthur <rochopa@xtra.co.nz>
Subject: part 3 short ass

					SHORT ASS

					Part Three

					By Arthur


Authors note:

Sorry for the delay in my other stories but now that easter is over
with i will be spending time to catch up.

For those readers who follow the story of "Sub To Love" my web site
is now published and even though it has a lot more to be done to it yet
some of it may give you an idea what we are all about, if you wish to
view it go to www.societyofmythra.homestead.com I hope you enjoy it and
will make any constructive suggestions as this is my first attempt at a
web site.



As Ricky watched through the window of the ute at the expanse of red dust
before, behind and on both sides of them he again wondered what he was
doing out here alone with two strange boys barreling along at break neck
speed with dust billowing out from the fast turning wheels as they churned
up the dirt road toward this mythical 'station'.

"So short ass, your folks krauts?"

"Eh,what, krauts?"

"Yeah, ya know, germans."

"Ah, well no, why you asking that?"

"Oh just blonde hair and blue eyes, thought ya might be, what're ya then?"

"Well I'm mixed italian and spanish."

"Aha, so you're a bloody dagoe then, we got lots uv them in aussie."

"Sorry, ah dagoe?"

"Yeah Ities, italians, we call tham Dagoes cause they got the longest day
in the world."

"I don't follow Baza, there's only 24 hours in a day, how can they have the
longest day in italy?"

"Jeez you're dense yank, they got the longest day in italy cause it takes
nine months to make a dagoe, hahahaha, hey boonga, gota teach this yank
something bout aussie sumtime."

Ricky felt the heat rise into his cheeks as he blushed at being caught out
so easily by Baza and his joke, ahead of them through the haze he could see
the outline of a long low ranch style house built from red brick and as
they got nearer he saw it had a wide open veranda going right around the
house so that there was always shade to sit in on the veranda, all the
windows were wide open he assumed to let any breeze flow through the house,
on the step was a tall women,standing with her hands on her hips watching
the ute come barreling up to the house in a cloud of dust and sliding to a
halt near the steps.

Baza jumped from the ute calling out to boonga at the same time as he swung
his arm in a gesture for Ricky to follow him, then the woman called out in
a loud and sharp voice.

"Barry, what've I told you about driving like that, and don't you go using
that sort of language around this house young man, you use Warringals
proper name around here, who's that with you?"

"He's a yank mum, new kid at school, names Short Ass."

"Barry what'd I just say, now bring the boy here and introduce him
properly."

"Yes mum, c'mon Rickardo."

"Just Ricky Baza, sorry Barry."

They approached the woman on the steps and as Baza spoke to her Ricky
stepped forward and offered his hand.

"Mum this is Ricky Mendoza from Canada, he's just started at school with
us, Ricky this is me Mum."

Ricky was taken a'back a little to realise that Baza/Barry knew all along
who he was and where he came from, Ricky looked up at Mrs.Hamilton, she was
still a young looking woman but you could see she was as hard as nails
underneath the smile and the light cotton summer dress.

"Pleasure to meet you Mrs. Hamilton."

Ricky felt his hand gripped in a vice as he shook hands with Baza's mother.

"Welcome to Australia and to our home Ricky, don't let this big lout take
advantage of you, you have any trouble with him you call me, hello
Warringal, how was school today?"

"Hi Mrs.H, good thanks."

Ricky realised these were the first words that he had heard from
Boonga/Warringals lips, his voice was clear and had very little accent, his
smile radiated as he looked up to Mrs Hamiltons face.

"So Barry what've you planned for today, your dad will be late tonight,
they had trouble at the carroboree last night, he's trying to clear it all
up before he comes home."

"B....Warrin and me is taking Ricky for a ride round the station."

"Warringal and I, young man, ok do you all want something to drink before
you go out, I've got some fresh ginger beer ready."

"I'm sorry Mrs Hamilton I'm not allowed to drink beer, I'm to young."

"Oh, Ricky it's not that sort of beer, its a soda drink we make from a
ginger bug we only call it beer, I think you'll like it, ok come on in all
of you I've got some baking done as well, might as well fill up now if
you're going riding, do you have anything to wear Ricky?"

"Just what I have on Maam."

"Oh god those wont do, Barry go to the back room and open that older
suitcase, those trousers of yours should fit him, and check in Marlenes
room for those new boots for him, grab a decent hat as well."

"Yes mum."

Ricky followed the other two boys into the house, inside it was open and
spacious, the main room was huge, the walls were covered in old style
paintings about Australian history and scenes of mountains and the sea, the
floor was made of a blue coloured stone and their shoes clattered on the
hard surface as they followed Mrs Hamilton into the kitchen, it was also
big and again the floor was of stone but the rest of the kitchen was modern
and all the utensils were up to date, there was a very dark, almost black
woman working over the big stove at the back wall, all the windows were
wide open and the scent of a strange flower was drifting into the room.

"Ricky this is Warringals mother, Jema."

The woman turned and Ricky could see she was a very large lady with dark
piercing eyes that looked into your soul like Barry's had earlier in the
day, she had very wide hips and her nose was broad and flat, her hair was
wirey and very curly, as she grinned at Ricky he could see two teeth
missing in the front, Ricky thought he caught a look at Warrin from the
woman and a nod, then she turned back to the stove to continue with her
work.

"Jema doesn't speak much english Ricky but she's the best cook for hundreds
of miles around as you'll see, you staying for dinner aren't you?"

"Well..ah Mrs Hamilton, my folks don't know where I am at the moment, I
would have to ask them first."

"BARRY, come here this instant."

"Yes mum."

Barry appeared carrying some boots and pants with a hat hanging on his arm.

"Barry Hamilton, did you drag this poor boy all the way out here without
letting him tell his parents."

"Oh....uhm...I...sorta forgot mum."

"Do you know the phone number at home yet Ricky?"

"Yes Maam it's 09-6223-0045."

"Thank you Ricky, now you leave it to me and I'll sort it all out for you,
you just have something to eat and then go enjoy yourself, if this oaf ever
gives you trouble you call me, ok?"

"Yes Maam, thank you Maam."

"Mrs. H is enough Ricky, thats what everyone calls me round here."

"Thank you M..Mrs H."

"Ok boys eat drink and dont get in the way, now shoo."

Mrs Hamilton turned to go back into the main room as the boys settled down
to eat, Jema kept pushing food and ginger beer at them till they could
hardly move a muscle, the ginger beer was a great drink to Ricky, it fizzed
and bubbled, it was slightly cloudy but the bight of the ginger came
through as refreshing and sharp on his tongue, Ricky noticed that
Warringals eyes hardly ever left him except when Ricky looked up at him
then he would lower his own to the table, Barry was watching the two of
them with a smile on his face as he crammed more fruit cake into his mouth.

"Ok you two lets get a move on, come with me Ricky, you can change in my
room out back, you want to get the horses ready Warrin, get Jipa ready for
Ricky."

"Jipa?"

"Yes Jipa."

"Mmmmmmmm, ok, you sure?"

"Yeah he can handle him, can't you Ricky?"

"Eh, what, uhm I don't know."

"You'll be right mate, he's a doddle, you'll do it easy, c'mon you can get
changed in here."

Ricky blushed a little as he removed his Nike's and lowered his baggies in
front of Barry as he stood watching Ricky with what seemed like a crytical
eye, when he was down to his boxers Barry whistled.

"Hey Ricky what type of grunts're those?"

"Grunts?"

"Under daks, underpants?"

"Oh sorry, they're Tommy Boxers, most people back home wear them, they are
more comfortable than briefs."

"Mmm, I see, well they make your arse look good anyways."

"Sorry?"

"I said they make your arse look nice."

The comment took Ricky completely by surprise, this great hunk of a teen
couldnt be gay as well, Rickys 5.5" dick jumped to attention at the
thought, he turned quickly as the front of his boxers pushed outward trying
to hide it from Barry's steady stare.

"Hmm, not bad in front either, for a little guy, hahaha don't worry Ricky,
I'm not after your arse, but I know someone who would like to be, ok come
on get it on boy lets move, Warrin'll have the horses ready by now."

With shaking hands Ricky dressed in the unfamiliar tight riding pants, they
were a little worn but clean and fit quite well although he was conscious
of the bulge now in the front of them, the boots were new and tight but
they felt good on his feet after the heat of wearing his Nikes all day,
they felt heavy on his feet at first but he soon got used to them and the
large brimmed hat was an unusual feeling to his head but as soon as he got
outside he could feel the difference in that the heat of the sun did not
strike his pale face with so much glare and the brim gave him a better veiw
now his face was in the shade provided by it.

The two boys made their way around the house to where Ricky could hear the
sound of horses snorting and champing at the bit, Warringal stood there
holding the reins of three big horses, he had also changed and Ricky felt
his breath grab in his throat as he really saw the boy for the first time,
he was dressed in nothing more than a very short pair of shorts, no shirt,
no boots, no hat, just the very small shorts, his long slim legs looked to
thin to hold him up, his hips were so slim he seemed to go straight up and
down from shoulder to feet and as luck and bad habits dictated Rickys eyes
went lower and noticed a longish solid muscle pointing to the right hand
side of the boys hips, Ricky blushed red as he saw that Warringal had been
watching him the whole time, the dark boy smiled at him and turned to the
horses as Barry took one pair of reins and offered the others to Ricky.

"Jipa's ok but a bit skittish at first, here take this crop, if he starts
to pig jump give him a good one with this over the shoulder to let him know
who's boss then he'll be ok."

Ricky looked up at the dark chestnut horse, he had to be sixteen hands
high, strong wrything muscles under the reddish coat, Ricky remembered his
grandfather telling him to meet a horse by looking it in the eye and breath
your smell into his nostrils till it turned its head away, he would then
know your smell and would be able to trust you to ride him. Ricky had never
done it but by the look of this beast anything was worth a try, he took the
reins from Barry and stepped to the horses head and pulling the head close
he began to breathe into the horses nostrils softly, after about two
minutes the horse pulled its head away and Ricky moved to the stirrups and
mounted, the horse shook just a little, much like flicking a fly off its
hide then at Rickys light kick the horse moved forward after looking to
check who was sitting on him, Ricky heard Barry exclaim.

"I'll be buggered, where'd ya learn that one, never seen it done before,
shit Jipa likes to dust your arse the first time then lets you ride him
after he's seen you in the dirt, shit Yank you're one sneaky bugger, hell
I'll have to tell the old man about this, he'll shit himself, Jipa's always
managed to dump him every time and dads a good rider, boy Yank yoos gonna
get the royal treatment tonight, fuck me never seen it before, what ya
reacon Boonga?"

"Meant to be Baza."

Ricky looked over at Warringal sitting bareback on his horse, long thin
legs dangling down the side, the shorts now looked even shorter as he sat
there on the grey horse, Ricky felt himself stir again at the sight of all
that naked flesh, he'd never looked at anyone darkskinned before, he wasn't
racist or anything he just never thought of darker boys as possible fun
time partners but this boy had something different about him, he seemed to
have a depth to him that other kids his age didn't have, Warringal now
looked at him with clear and wide open eyes not looking down as he had on
other occassions.

"You did that real well Ricky, I can see that horse is yours now, you'll
never need another one with him around, you trust him he'll look out for
you."

"Thanks Warringal, uhm.. how can you tell he's ok now?"

"His eyes telling me Ricky, same as yours're telling me what you're
thinking."

Ricky blushed at the memory of his thoughts about Warringal and hoped the
boy was joking with him, the hardness in his groin was trying to tell him
something else.

"C'mon you two lets go, think we'll head out ta six mile tank Boonga, take
a dip and then over to ten mile for a while, we can do a bit of roo chasin
on the way over there, don't spose you been roo chasin before Yank?"

"No Barry, what is it or is this another of your jokes?"

"No Short Ass it's not a joke it's a bit of fun we have now and again, and
you can cut the Barry now we're out the house grounds now, after what you
did with Jipa I think you earned to hear it straight from now on, damn that
still gets me the way you did that with Jipa, fuck man they aint gonna
believe it at school, yoos gonna be a hero Short Ass, nobodies eva rode
Jipa straight off like you did."

"So whats this roo chasing thing Baza?"

"Well you see we gota lot uv roo's here on the station so now and again we
chase them down on the horses and clip them in the ear with a stirrup,
knocks them cold then we cut their throats and hang them in the mulga for
the dingos to eat or sometimes the abos take them back home for a feed."

"You serious Baza, why don't you use rifles or something?"

"We do Short Ass but this is how we have a bit of fun, if wee's culling
them then we go out and shoot them by the hundred, but this is like a bit
of sport, wait till you try it they're cunning buggers when you try to run
them down, its really fifty fifty with who wins, ask Boonga he got dusty
teeth last time,hahaha, he was spitting dirt outa his mouth for a month,
the roo zigged and Boonga zagged, pow into the dirt face first, his black
arse was in the air for ten minutes before he woke up again eh boonga,
hahaha."

"Just like your legs last time Baza, hehehe, he was chasin this big buck
roo Short Ass all of a sudden the roo had had enough and turned on Baza,
the roo leaned back on his tail lifted both feet off the ground and kicked
Baza's horse in the chest, the horse nose dived into the ground and Baza
was in the air heading for Sydney in the express lane, hahaha, the cloud of
dust when he hit the ground sent the emergency mob into over drive, they
thought it was a dust storm coming, hahaha."

Ricky was not sure if he was being had or not, but he could see that these
two once away from the others at school were really as close as brothers
could ever have been and he thought of his twin brother back in the town,
oh well he was missing some real fun not being here and Ricky thanked
whoever it was that protected him for giving him these two for friends,
they were so oposite to each other that they were closer for it and Ricky
was aware of his strange feelings begining to emerge for the young
Warringal, the more he thought about the boy the less his colour seemd to
be an issue, Ricky glanced ahead at the other two as they rode in front of
him, the sight of Warringals shiney golden skin with its light sheen of
sweat as the sun glistened off it showed better to Ricky the underlying
ropes of muscle that he'd not seen before, now he could see that the legs
although thin were the same as the boys back in that they hid fine ropes of
muscle that moved like silken cords as the boy rode with an ease born of
many years practice and also a natural balance, he seemd to glide with the
animal as it moved, that hot feeling in his groin told him how the rest of
his body felt about the part aboriginal boy as his five and a half inches
told him it needed some attention, Ricky swore under his breath as his
groin tightened and the borrowed pants seemed hotter than normal, as he was
thinking how to get the pain out of his groin Warringal turned to look back
at him and smiled as thought o say ' not long to go Ricky' then turned back
to the front as they rode onward into the flat dusty country side.


To Be Continued: