Date: Mon, 21 Apr 2003 16:11:11 +1200
From: arthur <rochopa@xtra.co.nz>
Subject: short ass part 4

						SHORT ASS

						Part Four

						by Arthur



						JUSTIN CASE
						1956-2003


Ricky watched the two figures in front of him as they broke into a trot,
the horse under him easing up to the speed of the others without any need
to be told by Ricky, Barry turned and with an arm motion called him to come
up level with the two in front, before Ricky could respond Jipa opened his
gait to a canter and as they drew level the other two horses broke into the
same gait, the canter was the most economical gait for the horses in this
heat and at the same time consumed the ground under their hoofs so that the
distance was eaten up very quickly.

"Jeez Boonga, look at Jipa, the bastards matching his gait to Short Asses
movements, aint seen that before, what you do to that horse, Short Ass,
he's never done that before, usually tries ta pull you friggin arms out."

Ricky looked down and saw that the gait of his horse was a little shorter
but quicker than the other two, making for a smooth ride for him, no jolts
or sudden movements, he felt as though he was gliding along on the horse.

"Wont nobody else be able to ride him now Baza, he's Short Asses horse
now."

"Yeah Boonga looks like it, the old man aint half gonna spit tacks ova
this."

"He'll know Baza, Jipa needs the right one for him, he's been waiting for
Short Ass to come."

"Ahh shit Boonga, you and ya dream time shit."

"Not dream time Baza, just Jipa.'

"Yeah right Boonga, hey Short Ass, if you want to slow him just push your
feet forward in the stirrups and sit back in the saddle, he'll know what ya
want."

"Thanks Baza."

"No probs mate, she'll be right."

They cantered across the barren landscape, the red dust thrown up behind
them as they rode side by side until Warringal pointed ahead of them and
spoke to Barry.

"By that big Mulga Baza."

"Yeah I see im Boonga, slow him down Short Ass, got sumthin ta show ya."

Ricky pushed forward with his feet and sat back as Barry had said and Jipa
slowed to a trot then to a calm walk as they neared an old scrubby Mulga
bush, Warringal lifted his finger to his lips in a gesture of silence as
the horses came to a halt ten feet from the bush, Warringal pointed to the
ground for Ricky and made the signal to dismount, as Ricky got down so did
Warringal and taking a small hand full of leaves from Barrys saddle he
handed them to Ricky and moved forward, Ricky saw the bush move and as the
red dust started to fall from the slight mound under the Mulga Ricky saw
the strangest animal emerge from under the bush, it stood about 18" at the
shoulder, and about two feet long ,a thickset and round solid body with a
head like a small bear and stubby legs with powerfull claws at the end, it
gave a small grunt almost like a pig and its beady eyes watched the two
humans as they neared it, Warringal gestured to Ricky to put out the hand
with the leaves he had given him toward the beast and to squat on the
ground and not to move, Ricky did as he was told and watched as this weird
looking animal approached him warily, then it was standing only inches from
his hand as it began to munch on the leaves, Ricky could smell the
muskiness of it as it ate all the leaves and then with a final look at the
two of them he turned and slowly made its way back to the shade of the
scrub bush.

"What was that Warrin?"

"Wombat, you don't usually see them this time of day, must be hungry from
the drought."

"Stinks a bit."

"They don't like water cept to drink, so they keep the bugs down by dust
baths, you're lucky, not many people get to see them like that, you got a
good heart Short Ass, or the animals wouldn't like you, just like Jipa."

Ricky marvelled at this encounter with the first of the Australian
marsupials, he had never dreamed that he would see any let alone get to
feed one from his hand, the day had been one of the best in his life
already and it wasn't over yet, the two boys remounted and they began to
head out toward the distant rise in the ground in front of them.

"That's the tank ova there, see the flats rise a little, we'll have a dunk
and then go to ten mile and chase up a roo or two."

The three of them cantered onward and then as they neared the rise Ricky
could see birds circling around the area of what Barry had called the Tank,
most of the birds Ricky had never seen before and those he recognised from
books were very few, the sounds were all new to him, squarks, screeches,
twitters, loud raucous calls, sing song whistles, they all created a noise
his ear were not accustomed to, bright flashing colours and dowdy greys and
browns mixed in a plethora of flashing light, there were birds with bright
yellow crests on their heads and others that looked the same type of bird
but had pink and red crests, large black parrots with flashing red breasts
and wing tips fought for space at the water tank with small green and blue
parakeets and the loud calling lorikeets as they all flashed and dived to
get close to the water to drink.

"Sounds like a bloody barm yard here today Boonga?"

"They get thirsty to baza, ya knows that."

"Yeah, right, ok last in is a woos."

Barry was diving off his horse as he stripped of his cloths and seemed to
hit the water naked in one movement as the horse was still coming to a
halt, Warringals shorts were in the air as he dived straight off the back
of his horse and into the tank of water, Ricky sat there wondering what had
happend then Jipa gave a shudder as though to say 'move it boy, they
waiting for you' Ricky slid off the horse and began to strip, all thoughts
of modesty long gone as the water asked him to dive in, Warringals copper
bronze colour could be seen as he snaked under the water to appear under
Barry and toss him up and out of the tank with effortless ease, Barry
landed with an almight crash as his stomach hit the water first.

"Jeez Boonga that was a dirty one, I never grabbed your nuts before ya
bastard, Im gonna get your arse for that."

Ricky stripped off the last of his clothes and as he dived in he felt two
smooth hands pass over his skin, he surfaced and saw Warringal smiling at
him.

"No worries Short Ass we gonna have time later."

Ricky wondered about what he meant and then saw Barry grab Warrin by the
crutch and with his other hand on his butt bodily lift him out of the water
and throw him six feet out into the tank.

"How's ya black arse feel now Boonga, hahaha."

Warrin surfaced laughing as Barry swam over to Ricky.

"Want a toss Yank?"

"Huh?"

"To late Yank."

Ricky felt those big hands on his small butt, grasping each cheek and the
next thing he was flying through the air, the water five feet below him and
as it came up to meet him he tucked his head down and hit the water like a
cannon ball but the feel of those two big hands seem to stay on his butt as
he went under and came up spluttering, he turned and looked to where both
Barry and now Warringal were standing laughing.

"Hey Boonga, he's gota nice arse, small and tight hahaha."

"Yeah Baza, but he's got more'n that."

"What ya mean Boonga?"

"He's got sumthin you aint Baza."

"So?"

"Brains Baza, and he feels the animals, he'll have a dreamtime soon, haveta
take him walkabout one day."

"Jeez Boonga, you going abo on me now?"

"Shit yoos know betta Baza, it's in him is all."

"Ok,ok, lets get out and dry then head for ten mile, come on Short Ass come
get dry, don't worry about that little thing you got, we haven't any snakes
here that chases worms,hahaha."

Ricky realised he was blushing at the straight forward talk of Barry and
Warringal as they lay naked in the sun drying, he went to lay down beside
them and saw that Warringal was hard and erect as the sun warmed him, his
shaft was almost silken in its smoothness, he was circumcised and about six
and a half inches long not to thick but not thin either, against his slim
dark figure his rod looked larger than it would have on someone taller, he
had a small patch of black tightly curled pubic hair but apart from that he
was hairless everywhere else, he lay there at peace with his surroundings,
Ricky saw that Barry had a big bush of dark red hair above a very large
uncircumcised rod, his balls were large and hung low, the pubic hair ran up
his stomach in a thin line to his navel, there were no tan lines on him so
he had to spend a lot of his time naked in the sun, even his butt cheeks
that Ricky could see were the same dark tanned colour, he lay there flacid
where as Warringal was rigid and tight, Ricky felt himself begin to rise to
the occassion as he saw the other two lying there, he was about to turn his
back for the sake of modesty when Barry said.

"Don't worry about it Ricky, it's ok mate, you just be yourself with us,
we're not going to kick the fuck outa ya, Warrin's like you thats why we
get on good apart from bein almost brothers, he's gay to so you're safe
with us."

"H..h..how did you know Barry?"

"Saw it in your eyes soon as I came into the room, knew then I had to look
out for ya, besides Warringal likes ya and he's my brother so to speak, he
likes ya then I likes ya, you two got to get together sometime, be good for
both of ya, now settle down Yank and dry off, you're among friends here."

For the first time in his life Ricky relaxed and felt as though he
belonged.

"Nuther thing Yank."

"Yes?"

"Get ta know shorty, he's like you two, nice kid, tough home life, his old
mans a drunk but he's a real nice kid, just call him Mark one day, he'll
know I told ya and that you're ok with him."

"Mark, hmm, ok, thanks Barry."

Ricky looked over at Warringal expecting to see some sort of jealous look
in his eyes as he liked Ricky but there was only deep friendship in them
and a glint of possible closeness should Ricky want it, he smiled at
Warringal and nodded his acceptance of the young dark boy, a bond was
established with that one look between them.

"Ok you two stop making googoo eyes at each other, we gotta move, lets have
a look at ya Yank, make sure ya dry or you'll get the itch, it'll drive ya
crazy."

"Whats the itch Barry?"

"If ya don't keep your crutch dry out here in this heat ya get a rash,
drives ya bonkers for days if ya not careful, c'mon here let me see ya, got
the towel there Boonga?"

Warringal walk over to Barry's horse and reached into the small saddle bag
taking out a hand towel and returning to where the others were standing
holding it out to Barry watching as he inspected Rickys groin area, Barry
took the towel from Warringal and began to dry around Rickys inner thighs
and under his sack rolling his balls around gentley in his hand as Ricky
stood there stunned at the familiarity Barry was showing.

"Don't worry Ricky I'm straight, but out here you gotta be carefull with
hygene, ya can get infection out here real easy, if I aint here then ask
Boonga, don't let things go for later ya can end up real crook pretty damn
quick."

Ricky stood there red with embarrasment his rod up and hard as his ball
sack was dried and then his inner thighs, the touch was more gentle than he
though the big redhead was capable of.

"There ya go short Ass, don't put those fancy boxer things back on that
silky stuff'll make ya sweat to much just slide the daks on you'll feel
better when ya heat up chasin roos."

Ricky did as he was told and slipped the coarse cotton trousers over his
bare skin, the feel was cooler than he thought it would be and the padded
seat of the trousers felt good on his bare butt as he mounted his horse
again, Warringal jumped onto his horse naked tossing his shorts into the
saddlebag on Barry's saddle his skinny tight butt seemed to nestle down
onto the horses back with ease, Barry took out a pair of loose baggy drill
shorts and put them on stowing his other clothes in the bag with everything
else.

"Here Yank, put this on the sun'll fry ya."

Barry tossed him an over large tee shirt to cover his torso already
sweating with the heat it clung to him as hundreds of black blowflies
appeared like magic to suck up any moisture, now he could see the reason
for the small corks strung around the brim of the hat he'd been given, the
movement kept the flies from landing on his face, as soon as the horses
began to move the flies seemed to disappear and the speed of the canter
created their own breeze to cool them down, the deserts dust and heat was
still a shock to Ricky but in the new and now somewhat familiar clothes he
felt more comfortable, the horses built up to a good steady canter again
the rythmn and movement under him gave Ricky that floating feeling again as
Jipa altered his gait to Rickys needs.

After twenty minutes Ricky saw barry reach down and unstrap his two
stirrups from the saddle.

"Hey Boonga, here catch, look ova ta the right."

Barry threw one of the stirrups to Warringal as Ricky looked over to his
right and then saw his first kangaroos, a heard of about twenty were
sitting back on their hind legs their small rabbit like heads looking
toward the three boys, with a loud whoop Warringal broke his horse into a
flat out gallop guiding it with only his legs as he swung the stirrup iron
around his head, the horse seemed to know the game and was flat out in a
long ground eating gallop, the kangaroos seemed to also know what was
happening and took off in different directions as Warringal thundered down
on them.

"Stay here with me Ricky just watch the fun, we'll give ya a go later on."

Ricky watched in amazement as he saw the kangaroos take flight from the
crazy human galloping at them swinging the stirrup iron above his head, the
roos were at top speed within a few bounds, where the horse had the edge in
straight out speed the kangaroos had the advantage of their long ground
eating leaps, their tiny front paws tucked up tight under their chin and
their bodies stretched out paralell with the ground as the large solid tail
balanced them and the huge oversized rear legs propelled them in might
leaps reaching a speed of around 30 miles and hour in two hops, Warringal
picked one out of the heard and was after him while Ricky and Barry
cantered along behind watching the chase as it zigged and zagged throught
the mulga scrub and sand ridges and gum trees scattered about the flat
plain.

"Thats a young buck he's picked out, Boonga'll have him soon, it's not old
enough to have much experience to dodge about like an older one."

Ricky watched as Warringal closed the gap and then noticed that the horse
was not following the roo in every turn but was cutting corners at certain
times shortening the distance without having to run to hard, then they were
up beside the leaping animal and Ricky then saw how devestating the stirrup
iron could be as Warringal leaned over and swung the iron down at the head
of the roo connecting just to the side of the pointed ears, the roo seemed
to stop in mid stride then nose dived into the dust as Warringal rode on
past slowing his horse and turning back to his trophy, Barry took Ricky up
close to where Warringal sat on his horse above the young animal waiting.

"Ya want him for tucker Boonga?"

"Yeah Baza, looks in good nick, got the knife there?"

Barry reached into his saddlebag and drew out a wicked looking sheath
knife, it's edge showing bright and sharp in the sunlight, he tossed it
down to Warrin now on the ground waiting, once he had the knife in hand he
turned quickly and leaning over the young kangaroo lifted it's head and
with one quick movement cut through the throat holding it's head back to
let the blood cover the ground in a bright red fountain, Ricky felt a
slight churning in his stomach at the sight of so much blood but the
excitment of the chase and the newness of the game had made him as hard as
a rock and he forgot about the blood spewing onto the ground as he watched
facinated by Warringals actions, once the roo had stopped bleeding
Warringal dragged it to a large nearby Gum tree and hung it up out of reach
of ground animals to be collected on their way back to the homestead.

"Give the Yank your stirrup Boonga he can have a go at the next one, reacon
ya can handle it Short Ass?"

"Ah...yeah..well I'll try Barry."

"Gud onya mate, that's the way, have a go, it's fun."

"Ahm.. Barry do we have to kill it?"

"Nah you kin just clip him and he'll be ok later, givs em a headache for a
while but they get goin again if ya don't want ta do him in, she's right
mate, you're here ta have fun so's do it your way."

The three went looking for the group of kangaroos again to pick one out for
Ricky to ride down and 'clip in the ear' as Barry put it, they were now
scattered among the sparse gum trees and mulga scrub still alert to the
three boys riding toward them.

"Ok Short Ass, see that big red one standing to the side of the others,
he's the boss of the heard, head after him, he's an old one and sneaky as
hell but you'll have fun trying him on, go get him Yank."

With that piece of advise Barry brought his hand down on the rump of Rickys
horse and he was off toward the big red male out to the side of the heard,
the kangaroos saw him coming their way and began to scatter, with a small
tug on his reins Ricky headed Jipa toward the big roo, the horse knew what
was going on and took up the chase in a ground eating gallop as the big
male set off away from the rest of its group, through the rush of the wind
in his ears from the speed of the horse Ricky could hear the other two boys
yelling and whooping as the race began, Ricky felt the muscles bind and
flow under him as the horse galloped and with twists and turns was gaining
on the big red in front of them, scrub and gum trees were a blur as they
raced on, the adrenaline bringing Ricky to the greatest high he'd ever
known as they closed the gap, then they were beside the big bounding
animal, without a thought Ricky was swinging the heavy stirrup iron over
his head as he'd seen Warringal do, then he was falling head first toward
the red dust the roo no where to be seen, something was trapped around his
left leg as the ground rushed up toward him, he could see every grain of
sand and blade of course tough grass as they rushed to meet him, then he
felt the sharp raging pain as he hit the ground hard, flashing lights shot
through his head and the taste and smell of hot dust and dry grass filled
his nose and mouth as the darkness overtook him, his last thought was the
headstone with the inscription,

		Ricardo Mendoza
		Killed in action in Australia
		aged 14 yrs
		R.I.P.


To Be Continued: