Date: Wed, 23 Apr 2003 16:02:58 +1200
From: arthur <rochopa@xtra.co.nz>
Subject: part 5 short ass

						SHORT ASS

         					Part Five

          					By Arthur

						JUSTIN CASE
						1956-2003


Ricky's eyes fluttered as his vision cleared, there was no pain only a hot
almost rancid smell, and then it struck him, the priest back at home had
been right when he told him the day Ricky had said he didn't want to go to
church any more because of the hypocracy as well as his orientation.

The priest had ranted and raved at Ricky, telling him that he was the spawn
of the devil and he would go to hell when he died, now Ricky knew he was
right. The strong acrid smell must be brimstone, above him stood the devil
himself, a cloven hoof (or Ricky thought it was a cloven hoof) was planted
on each side of his shoulders covered in thick coarse red hair just like
the pictures showed. The devils hot breath blowing into his face as Satan
snorted at his little body on the banks of the river Styx, the boatman
Ricky saw as a dark shadow standing to the side of the hoofs.

The devils henchmen screeched and yelled at him from a far off place as he
resigned himself to purgatory, it had to happen the priest said it would
and then darkness, blessed darkness returned as the devil drooled onto his
face.

"Fuck Boonga, we gotta do sumthin, that fuckin horse wont let us near him,
hes hurt bad Boonga, can you get that crazy horse to let us near him?"

"I'll try Baza, but yuh know what an animal's like when he's protecting
somethin."

"Try to get to him from on your horse Boonga, Jipa might let you near him."

Warringal mounted his horse and rode toward Jipa as he stood over Rickys
prone shape on the ground, the horse lifted its head nostrils flaring, eyes
glaring at the approaching rider, he snorted again in warning, it was his
job to see his little rider was not hurt by these humans and he wasn't
going to let them near him.

"Damn it Boonga, we got ta get to him, looks like his wrist's broken and
that left leg don't look to good neither."

"I think it might be better if I go for help Baza, I can cut straight
across and be at the house in half an hour if I go up chinamans gulley."

"That's friggin suicide Boonga."

"Gotta try Baza, can't leave him here."

"Yeah ya right Boonga, you go for it I'll stay here, if that friggin
horse'd only let me get to him."

"I'll try to get your dad to come out Baza, he might be able to get Jipa to
move, see ya soon, I hope."

"See ya Boonga, hey, take it easy in chinamans gully, don't want two of ya
down."

As Boonga disappeared in a cloud of dust Rickys accident played through
Barrys mind again, the kid had almost sconed the roo with the stirrup when
Barry saw the left stirrup strap on Rickys saddle snap with the added
weight, even though Ricky was a fly weight it had been enough, the strap
must have been worn and all it took was a little more force and then little
Ricky was air born, Barry had never in all his life felt so guilty as he
did at that moment. If only that friggin horse would back off and let him
get to Ricky then he could help him but Jipa had made up his mind that the
little guy was his mate and no one was going to hurt his mate.

Now and again Rickys eyes fluttered open only to see that Satan was still
standing over him, his huge red chest no more than 2 or 3 feet above him,
he reached up his hand to touch and feel the devils chest, Satan again blew
hot air into his face as he felt the coarse hair just above him and then
the blackness again as the hard packed banks of the river Styx made his
place uncomfortable to lie on. He tried to move but as he brushed the
devils leg a sharp agonising pain shot through his left arm and he passed
into oblivion again to the sound of a henchmans strange braying.

"Fuck it Jipa, you stupid fucking dingbat, I'm trying to help him for fucks
sake."

It was nearly two hours before Barry heard the distinct throbbing of a
helicopter as it came at top speed toward the two figures, the horse lifted
its head and gave another loud snort and flicked his tail in anger.

Not wanting to scare the horse the chopper pilot landed a good safe
distance away from the two boys and then let his two passengers out as he
cut the motor, Barry saw a limping Warringal and his father still in his
kahki uniform coming toward him.

"Dad ya gotta help us, this friggin horse wont let us near Ricky."

"Ok Baz, now what happened?"

"We was chasin roos, Ricky was just gonna scone one and his stirrup snapped
he did a head over turkey and I think his wrist is broke, leg looks bad but
not broke I dont think."

"Is this the young fella ya mum told me about on the phone, Canadian boy?"

"Yeah Dad, he's a nice kid, he's like Boonga so I though I better look out
for him."

"Ya did the right thing Baz, to many bigots round nowdays, ok so why can't
ya get him then?"

"Friggin Jipa wont let us near him."

"Why not?"

"Bloody horse took a likin to him and protects him from all of us."

"Givus that box of sugar lumps Warringal, see if that works, it used to
with him."

Barry and Warringal watched as Brian Hamilton moved slowly toward Jipa with
his hand outstretched holding a dozen sugar cubes. The horse lifted his
head scenting the air and the familiar sugar smell he liked so much, then
he snorted at the man that had reared him from a colt as though to tell him
no way Jose you not going to trick me, Jipa lowered his head in warning as
he stood sentinal over his little mate.

Brian backed off a little and turned to the two boys watching him.

"What the hell did the boy do to Jipa, Ive never seen him like this?"

"Well before he got on him he...well...he breathed up his nose and Jipa
just turned into a lamb for him."

"He did what?"

"He sort of breathed up Jipas nose, in about two minutes the bloody horse
musta fell in love with him."

"Bloody Jipa loves bloody Jipa, no ones eva got near him like that."

"Don't know Dad, but he wont let us near him, thinks we gonna hurt him or
sumthin."

"Ok then if he likes the kid that much then we gotta go for broke, he'll
never hurt the kid so we gotta rush him, Baz you think you can lift the boy
and run like hell to the chopper with him?"

"Sure Dad, what ya gonna do?"

"Warringal you go round the other side of Jipa and get his attention, I'm
goin to try for his bridle and hope like hell I can hang on, soon as I have
that bridle Baz you move and do it damn quick boy, we wont get a second
chance."

The three of them began to move toward the horse and his charge laying on
the ground, Warringal began to make sudden movements to distract the horse
as Brian moved quietly but smoothly forward, it had to be split second
timing, they wouldn't fool the horse a second time.

Warringal leaped high and landed with a thump on the ground and as Jipa
started and looked at him Brian grabbed for the bridle, Barrys heart was
thumping and his breath was coming in short gasps as he raced to Ricky
scooping him up and then he was pounding over the hot red dust covered
ground toward the chopper, he heard a loud snort followed by two loud yells
then the one sound he had feared, the drumming of hooves coming toward him.

The pilot had seen what was going on and thinking they had a mad horse on
their hands started the rotors whirling as the young boy with his burden
came sprinting toward him yelling loudly, the big red horse was pounding
over the ground catching up fast. Barry could almost feel Jipas hot breath
on his back as he threw himself forward and into the choppers doorway,
almost immediately the chopper began to lift off, Jipa was bucking and
tossing his head around as he pawed the air trying to get the human that
had stolen his little mate.

Barry cradled the small unconscious figure in his arms as the chopper
turned toward the homestead, the pilot was calling the flying doctor
service for assistance and telling them to meet him at the homestead where
they would put the boy to bed.

Tears began to flow from Barrys eyes as he looked down on his little
charge, the tension and strain of the last two odd hours taking their toll
of his emotions, he knew it was an accident but his emotions and thoughts
kept puting the blame on his shoulders. This really great kid was now in
danger and all he had done was try to be friendly with Warringal and
himself, Barry knew then that he would always be there for Ricky no matter
what.

The chopper landed on the front lawn of the homestead and Barrys mother was
all business as she tried to lift Ricky from Barrys grasp.

"No Mum, I'll carry him, it's my fault he's like this, no ones gonna carry
him but me."

Barrys Mum looked at the tear stained face and knew better than to try to
argue with her son at this time, she lead her son and his burden through to
the guest room she had made up just after Brian and Warringal had left in
the chopper to find the two boys. Once in the room Barry laid Ricky down
gentley onto the over sized bed and as his mother watched he began to
undress the boy with more tenderness than his mother had ever seen him use
on any living thing.

Mrs.H left the room as Barry continued to undress Ricky to fetch some warm
water to wash the dirt and dust covered boy before the doctor got there,
taking the basin into the bedroom she tried to start to wash Ricky, but was
stopped by her son.

"No Mum, I look after him no one else."

"Ok Barry, I understand."

Mrs.H left the room and Ricky to the tender mercies of Barry to wait
outside for the flying doctor to arrive.

When the doctor and nurse arrived they bustled into the room telling Barry
to leave the boy to them.

"No way Doc, I stay."

The Doctor looked at Barrys face full of concern for the boy on the bed,
the tear stains still fresh on his face, the doctor just nodded and got to
work checking Ricky over and was glad to see that only the wrist was
broken, the leg had a nasty strain at the ankle from the stirrup but it was
not serious and the boy would be able to walk about in a couple of days
although with the aide of crutches but the wrist was going to be a longer
haul for him.

The doctor got the nurse to start getting the plaster ready for a cast and
after giving Ricky a shot to make sure he felt no pain he reset the bones
in his wrist and began to set a cast over it. Barry stood beside the bed as
the two medics worked on his friend never letting go of his right hand as
they worked.

The doctor and nurse left the room as soon as they had done as much as they
could to talk to Mrs. H and give their verdict.  Barry sat on the floor
beside the bed holding Rickys hand as he had done the whole time.

It wasn't long before Barry heard the chopper again and ten minutes later
his father was standing beside him in the bedroom looking down at Ricky,
Barry looked up at him the tears begining to flow again.

"I'm sorry Dad...(sob)..it's all my fault...(sob), I should've looked out
for him better(sob)"

"No son, you did all you could, I'm proud of both you and Warringal for
what you did for the boy, coming to get me was the wisest thing you
could've done. He's in good hands now, your mum has rung the boys parents
and told them, they'll be out tomorrow to see him, the Doc says he has to
stay in bed for three or four days and is not to be moved, so you and
Warringal will have to look after him, ok?"

"Thanks Dad, yeah we'll look out for him where's B.. Warrin?"

"He's bringing your horse back, he's got a bad cut on his leg from a fall
in chinamans gully but wouldn't let us stop to fix it, said we gotta go now
to get this guy, I put a t-shirt of yours on it so he can ride home, should
be here soon."

"Wheres that friggin Jipa?"

"Language son, you know what your mothers like about that."

"Sorry Dad, I'm just worried about Ricky."

"Ok Baz, don't know about Jipa, you beat him to the chopper by about half a
yard, he was gonna have your arse come hell or high water, when you took
off he turned and took off somewhere we aint seen him since, bloody horse
has gone mad I reacon, might have to put him down if we can find him."

Brian Hamilton looked again at his son, the big cop was known around the
district as a hard bastard, took no nonsence from anyone and was always on
duty but as he looked at his only male offspring sitting on the floor
holding the young Canadians hand he felt a tear welling up in his
throat. The sense of pride he felt for his son and the actions he and
Warringal had taken, for all his size Barry was only just over fifteen and
though he had been brought up out here on the station it was still a lot to
ask of someone his age to take on what he had had to do this afternoon.

Brian turned and left the room knowing it was useless to try to get his son
to leave the boy even though the shot the doctor had given him would keep
him out for hours yet.

Just before dusk Barry heard the sound of a horse and as he looked out the
window he saw warringal riding his horse into the yard, Warringal looked
totally beat as he slid off the horse, the yellow t-shirt bound around his
thigh had a blood stain on it. Brian took the reins from Warringals tired
hand and as he lead the horse away Barrys mother appeared and clasped
Warringal to her then helped him into the house. Ten minutes later Barry
heard the shower going and a further twenty minutes and Warringal was
standing in the bedroom beside him with a fresh bandage on his leg.

"You go wash Baza, I'll stay with him."

"You sure Boonga, you wont leave him?"

"Promise Baza, I'll be here when you get back."

"Ok then, but you don't leave him Boonga."

"S'ok Baza go on clean up I'll be here."

Barry took a last look at the small figure in the big bed and turned to go
to the bathroom and shower.  As he got into the shower the water blasting
at full preassure hot and steamy, the day replayed itself once more and he
let the hot water wash away the tears that bubbled forth.

When he left the shower Barry heard his mother call him into the main room.

"Yes Mum?"

"Jema is making a plate of sandwiches and hot drinks for you and Warringal,
will that be ok or would you rather something hot to eat?"

"No that's fine Mum, I got to get back to him Mum."

"Ok son, you go ahead Jema will bring it all in for you."

Mrs. H watched as her only son turned and left the room trying to figure
out what had changed Barry so much, he had never been so concerned about
anyone other than Warringal like this before, and she knew that Barry would
protect Warringal with his life if he ever had too. What was it about this
young man from Canada that made Barry so protective of him, oh well boys
will be boys, he was a teenager and would set his own values as he grew up.

As Barry entered the bedroom a small smile cracked open on his lips, there
on the bed fast asleep beside Ricky was Warringal, one arm under Rickys
head the other over his chest in an attitude of protection and maybe a
little more, Warringal was naked and his small tight bronze butt made Barry
smile to himself as he settled down in a chair he pulled over from the far
wall and sat beside the bed to watch.

Barry must have dozed off for the next thing he knew was being shaken awake
by Jema as she handed him the plate of sandwiches and put the hot drinks on
the bedside table, Jema Paused and looked at the two boys asleep in the
bed, she looked at Barry.

"Gut fa dem two bois, needs eachutha"

"Yeah Jema, they good for each other."

"White bois gotta go walkabout soon, near time."

"Yeah maybe Jema."

"No maybe, he goin."

"Thanks Jema."

"Hmph/"

Barry watched her leave the room and after trying to wake Warrigal without
success ate a couple of sandwiches and dozed off again.

Barry didn't know what time it was only that it was dark as the thunderous
crashing of splintering wood and flying glass brought him to instant
alertness but one look and he knew it was to late as the big red horse
smashed its way into the room, the foaming lather of sweat on its body
flung over the drapes as it barged in. The scratches and cuts on its hide
loosing blood on the floor as it came toward the big bed where Ricky and
Warringal lay still asleep.

Barry was on the far side of the bed and knew he was not going to make the
distance in time, the horse snorted and flared its nostril at the
unfamiliar scent of the room, these humans had stolen his little mate and
now he was here looking for him. The horse lifted its head the eyes a
little wild as he looked at Barry across the bed, then he moved closer to
the two boys just as the door crashed open and Brian Hamilton came into the
room his Glock service pistol in his hand.


Brian Hamilton paused in raising his pistol as the horse stopped near the
bed where the two boys still lay asleep and unaware of what was going on.

Jipa craned his neck forward and gently touched Ricky's arm with his nose,
smelling it to make sure it was his little mate.  As though it was a sign
Ricky opened his eyes to see and feel the large nostrils touching his arm
and raised his hand to feel the softness of the nose, at this and with a
soft snort and a glare at the other humans in the room Jipa began to back
out through the broken French doors, satisfied that his mate was ok.

The horse clumped off the veranda and then stood on the lawn to wait for
his Ricky to come to him.

Ricky looked around him not recognizing the room and then he felt the
tightness around his chest and shoulders, he looked down at the dark brown
arm holding him and smiled.

"Baz I'm going to call your mother, you better get that black arse of
Warringals covered before she comes in, you can leave him there with the
boy, looks as though he needs the comfort."

"Thanks dad, I'll do that."

Ricky looked up into Barry's face and smiled at the concern it showed, then
without thinking shuffled back a little until he could feel the closeness
of Warringal against his side.

"You comfy there Short Ass?"

"Yeah, what happened?" (Giggle)

"You took a croppa when the roo dodged and your stirrup broke."

"My left leg is throbbing and I can't lift my arm."

"So you want the good or the bad?"

"Huh?"

"The good news or the bad news?"

"Ok both."

"The bad news is your wrist is broken and will take about three months to
heal, the good news is your ankle is only strained and you have to stay
here in bed for three or four days to mend and then you can get up and move
around."

"What about my Mom and Dad?"

"Me Mum has called them and they'll be her tamorra, but you stay here, not
allowed to go home yet, me an Boonga will look out fer ya."

"Hey Barry?"

"Yeah Ricky?"

"Hehehe, Warringal feels nice there."

"Does he, hmm, better get your tin pants on then."

"What, tin pants?"

"If he starts dreamin of yah you'll feel it, hahaha."

"Ooh, Barry he wouldn't,...would he?"

"Might,"

"Well...uhm..that's ok...I kind of like him."

"Thought ya might."

The two boys heard the adults coming and stopped their talk till later,
Warringal moved again pulling Ricky a little closer with his arms.

"Well they look comfy don't they Brian?"

"Yeah Beth, they do, I'm gonna leave them there for now."

"Yes do them both good I some how think."

"Now Beth don't you start."

"Really Brian, damn look at my doors, that damn horse will get it when I
catch him, where's he gone anyway?"

"He's standing out on the lawn waiting, just leave him for now, I think
he's gone gaga over the boy, strangest thing I eva seen."

"How do you mean Brian?"

"Busted in here all ready for a fight, saw the boy and became a pussycat,
sniffed him and when the boy touched him he just turned and went out to
wait."

"Well horses are like men Brian."

"What ya mean Beth?"

"Stupid and stubborn is what I mean."

"Now Beth no need for that."

Brian Hamilton put an arm around his wife and gave her a squeeze as he
smiled at her.

"Don't try to soft soap me Brian Hamilton, now how's Ricky doing?"

"I'm fine thank's Mrs.H, a bit sore but not bad."

"Good, you ok with that boy in there with you?"

"Hum, yes Mrs. H it feels nice to have someone holding you, I sort of feel
safe."

"Good ok then you try to get some sleep, your parents will be out in the
morning to see you, I've told them that you will have to stay for a few
days and they're happy with that."

"Thanks again Mrs.H."

The two adults left the room with a smile on their faces as they looked
back at the two on the bed, Beth looking at her husband and lifting an
eyebrow as they went.

Barry took up his blanket and moved back to the chair he had been using.

"Why don't you go to bed Barry, I'm ok here and Warringal will look out for
me."

"Not on ya life Short Ass, I stay put till I'm sure you're ok."

"Well thanks Baza, I've never had friends like you two before."

"S'ok Ricky, you looked like you needed some when you came to school and
Boonga said you was ok so that's that fars I'm concerned."

Ricky dozed off feeling comfortable and safe in the dark arms surrounding
him, Barry watched the two boys and smiled to himself as he thought of the
possibilities for his brother Warrin, being part abo, no one at school had
much time for him or his feelings and this young guy seemed to warm to him
as soon as they had met. It left Barry dozing off with a good feeling in
his belly.

Ricky was brought back to consciousness with a soft whispering in his ear.

"Ricky...Ricky?"

Ricky turned toward the boy beside him.

"Yes Warringal?"

"I like you a lot Ricky."

Ricky looked over to where Barry sat in his chair fast asleep and whispered
back at the face and lips so close to his, the dark soft eyes and long
lashes only inches away from his own, the contrast of the dark hair with
his own almost platinum blonde was striking.

"I like you a lot to Warringal."

Warringal pushed closer and Ricky felt the hardness of a sizable rod
pushing into his hip, with his right hand he reached down and closed his
fingers over it feeling its hardness and thickness, the foreskin sliding a
little in his hand.

"Is this ok for you Warringal?"

"Ooh yes Ricky, ooohh I've waited for you for so long, can I ...hold you
too?"

Ricky thought he would be to embarrassed when this time came but with this
beautiful dark boy beside him he felt safe and it felt right.

"Yes Warrin...please."

A smooth soft hand closed around his now rigidly tight shaft, although
Ricky was only of small build he was not all that small down there, at 5'
4" his penis seemed quite big at 5.5" and Warringals 6" was not miniature
either.

Ricky began almost subconsciously to move his hand up and down the hard
shaft in his hand as Warringal returned the favor for him.

"Warrin?"

"Yes Ricky?"

"Can I...can I...?"

"What Ricky?"

"Can I...kiss you?"

His answer came with a softness surrounding his lips, he poked out his
tongue a small way and felt the suction as Warringal tried to pull it into
his own mouth which Ricky was only to happy to oblige and so pushed across
the tender lips before him feeling the sweetness that was his first boy.

Warringal was very aware of Ricky's injuries and was careful not to put to
much pressure on anywhere that was hurt but Ricky's urgent tongue and hand
were making it difficult to concentrate.

"Have you ever done `It' Warringal?"

"No, you?"

"No, you're the first boy I've been with."

"Same here, I don't think we should just yet though."

"Why not?"

The urgency in Ricky's voice was evident but Warringal knew Ricky was in no
condition to go that far yet, besides it was something to look forward to
should they work things out together.

"Well I really like you a lot more than `Like' but I want you to feel the
same about me, if you don't then I understand but I think it should be
something special so we should wait"

The breathes of both boys was coming faster as they buried their tongues
once again into each others mouths their hands going faster.

"If you two can wait a minute I'll go get a towel for you then take a walk
so you can finish in peace."

The two boys now red faced and panting shot a look over to where Barry was
seated grinning at them, embarrassment showing bright red on their faces.

"How...how long you been watching?"

"Long enough Short Ass, you two would wake the bloody dead, you whisper as
quiet as a truck horn and I won't go into the grunts, now wait till I get
something for you to clean up the mess you're going to make and I'll take a
walk for you."

The two boys smiled at him with mutual embarrassment as he left the room
only to return in a minute with a towel in his hand and with a smile left
the room to go outside and leave them in peace.

"He really doesn't mind us, you know, doing this?"

"No, he's my brother and has been wanting to see me happy for a long time,
he even tried to get a couple of the guys for me at one time, Mark wanted
to but, well...uhm if the others knew about it, you know me being half abo
and all they would have given him a hard time, and he's to nicer a guy for
that."

"And what about me then if the other guys find out?"

"No way, Barry would kill them and they know it, but Mark isn't sort of in
any crowd, he's a bit of a loner so they would pick on him soon as Barry
wasn't around to help him."

"Warringal?"

"Yes Ricky?"

"Kiss me again."

A pair of hot lips covered Ricky's mouth again in answer to his request,
the long tongue pushing in urgency into his mouth as he sucked it in to
feel the velvety softness of it.

Both hands were now moving in almost synchronized movement as the two boys
came closer to the end and then Warrigal pulled his lips away from Ricky's.

"Wait, I want to do something for you special, it's my first time but Barry
told me how to, ok?"

"Wh..what is it?"

"Wait and see."

Warringal threw back the sheets and it was only then that Ricky realized
for the first time he was completely naked, it had not even dawned on him
before now even though he had felt the naked skin of Warringal on him.

As warringal moved down the bed his shaft left Ricky's hand pulling the
foreskin back over the head, Warringal helped Ricky to roll onto his back
then he knelt between his spread legs and with a smile at Ricky lowered his
head.

The first tentative touch of the tongue on his swollen glans was like an
electric shock to Ricky as Warringal tasted his hard throbbing shaft, then
slowly he took a little more of Ricky into his hot moist mouth sucking his
cheeks in to create pressure.

Ricky knew almost instantly what was going to happen as the hot wet lips
descended down his shaft, before Warringal was half way down Ricky's
testicles were telling him he was going to loose it, his muscles felt like
tight wires as they felt the impending climax coming.

"Warri, Warri, I'm...I'm...arrgggghhhh,goooooooooddd, Warrriiiiiii."

Ricky felt the power of the climax and wondered why it was still hot and
moist around his now pulsing member as shot after shot was wrung from him,
he tried to look down the bed in his orgasmic haze to still see the dark
head of hair covering his rod as it continued to shoot out its juice more
than any time before.

"Oh Warri I'm sorry I tried to warn you."

"It's ok, you taste so nice I wanted it all."

"Oh Warri, I...I..don't...know...how ...to ...do..it ...for ..you."

"It's ok don't worry about it. I wanted to do something special for you,
that was just for you."

"But...but..what about you?"

"I can wait till you're better."

"No Warri, come up here, please let me do it for you."

"You don't have to Ricky."

"I...I..want to try for you."

Warringal worked his way back up to Ricky and helped him to sit up a little
in the bed then knelt beside him offering his dark brown shaft for Ricky's
mouth.

It smelt clean and the head was red as it poked through the foreskin at the
tip, the slit was small and tight but dripping precum as Ricky lowered his
head toward it, there was a faint musky smell, not bad but more like open
desert and dry sand plus that distinct hormone smell of a boy in need.

Ricky pushed out his tongue toward the dark shaft licking just the very
tip, tasting for the first time in his life the sweet and salty taste of
precum as he sucked his tongue back into his mouth, he reached up and took
Warringal by the hips with his right hand pulling him closer as he open his
mouth to take more of that sweet salty taste into his taste buds.

Ricky's saliver began to run at the taste and this helped him to lower his
head a little and take the first two inches of Warringal inside. The
fullness and hardness of that rigid member in his mouth started to take
effect as he began to harden again and then he felt Warringals hand close
over him and begin to stroke slowly as Ricky swallowed more of the hardness
between his lips.

The hard yet soft head was pushing against the back of his throat and as he
swallowed he felt the head slip into his throat and as he began to choke
Warringal pulled back so that the head was only just sitting in his mouth.

"Are you ok, my little pony boy?"

"Mrmph."

Ricky tried to nod his head, he didn't want to release that first taste he
had ever had, it felt good and strong in his mouth and he lowered again to
take in as much as he could.

It took only a few more strokes of his lips before Warringal gave a loud
gasp and Ricky felt the hot gush filling his mouth, he tried as best he
could to swallow as much as was possible the sweet taste sending him over
the edge with his second orgasm in as many minutes.

Both boys collapsed down beside each other as the after glow over took
them, Warringals dark member covered in the moister of Ricky's mouth and
his own sperm, Ricky's chest and stomach covered with his own and some of
Warringals dribbling down his chin as he looked at the boy beside him and
then he knew what it was that he felt.

Warringal rose to kneel beside Ricky with the towel in his hand and began
to clean them both off and looking into those eyes of the boy he knew he
loved and couldn't tell him that he did.

"Are you ok my pony boy?"

"Oh Warri, I never felt like this before, that was awesome."

"You know you're a very beautiful boy my pony boy, there's no one around
here like you."

"Warri, oh Warri, I...well I..."

"Well you two ready for sleep yet?"

Ricky in a panic reached to pull up the sheets but couldn't reach them.

"Don't worry Short Ass, I've seen it all before, I'm the one put you to bed
dummy."

"But...but...but"

"Well was it worth the wait, hehehe?"

"Piss off noddy, leave him alone."

"Oh Warri, you looking after your pony boy, hehehe?"

"Baza, I'll dong ya if ya don't quit it."

"OK Boonga, I'm only joking with ya, I'm really glad you to could be
together, you both deserve it, really."

"Thanks Baza."

"S'ok little brother just make sure you look after him or I get you're arse
boy."

Barry gathered up his blanket and as he left the room he looked over his
shoulder.

"Looks as though you two will be safe for the night and won't need me till
morning, see ya both then."

The two boys spoke in unison.

"Night Baza and thanks."

"No probs little brothers, just be good to each other."

The two boys snuggled into each others arms and with a final kiss drifted
off to sleep once again.


To Be Continued: