Date: Mon, 5 May 2003 15:40:29 +1200
From: arthur <rochopa@xtra.co.nz>
Subject: Short Ass part 7

					SHORT ASS

					Part seven

					By Arthur

				Justin Case 1956-2003


Ricky spent most of the day moping around the house, the worrying about
what his upright and strict father had to say was on his mind the whole
time as he went from one room of the strange house to the other aimlessly.

The afternoon sun began to sink as Ricky heard the dreaded noise of a car
coming up the short driveway to the house and then the dull thud of the
drivers door closing with what he though was the finality of his new found
life with his special boy friend.

The steady clip of shoes on the path then the front door opening and
closing.

"I'm home Ricky, let me get out of these clothes then we have our talk,
ok?"

"Mmm...yes dad."

Ricky went into the lounge to await his last moments in Australia, a noise
made him lift his head to see his father standing in the doorway looking
over at him.

`Here it comes.' Thought Ricky.

"Well Son, how you feeling?"

"Not bad, Dad, still a bit sore in the wrist."

"Well Ricky do you have something you want to tell me?"

"Uhm...what do you mean Dad?"

"I think you know what I mean, Ricky."

"Uhmmm...err...well...ahh."

"Ok Ricky lets stop all the crap, do you think your gay Ricky?"

"Daaad..."

"Ricky I'm not stupid you know, I've been around a long time and know
what's going on in the world."

"But...but..."

"Ricky Mendoza, I'm your father, both your mother and I love you regardless
of what you are, I'm not going to say we're over joyed but if that's you
then we'll have to accept it, now my Son lets hear the truth, I've seen the
way you and young Warringal look and act toward each other."

"Uhm...well dad...I think...I think...uhhmm."

"Just say it Ricky, you know I've pretty well guessed everything already
it's only up to you now to admit who you are and a lot of your worries will
seem a bit easier to live with."

"Dad I...well...I think I love Warringal."

At last he had said it, it was out in the open now for all to see and hear,
a perceptible feeling of relief ran through Ricky's body as the words left
his mouth and a tear left his eye as he looked down at the floor waiting
for the final tirade from his father.

Suddenly a great warmth overcame him and a pressure surrounded him as two
large arms encircled his small slim body and he felt himself being drawn
into the hard and safe chest of his father, feeling the touch of a gentle
kiss on top of his head.

"Have you told your brother Ricky?"

"Yes Dad but he didn't believe me, just said I was trying to fool him."

As he hugged his father for what seemed the first time in many years he
heard again the front door opening and the sound of light footsteps coming
toward the lounge.

"Hey Dad, so you got home at last to did you sprat?"

Ricky looked over at his twin brother and glared at him, he hated the name
`Sprat' after all there was only ten minutes between them when they were
born. Ricky didn't bother to reply but he felt his fathers arms loosen
around him.

"Go sit over there on the sofa Ramon, Ricky you go sit beside him."

The two boys sat side by side as their father lowered himself into an over
stuffed chair opposite them.

"So Ramon, how is Mark?"

"Whaaa???"

"You ready to be honest yet Ramon?"

"Bbbb...what...what...?"

"Ramon, I asked you how your boyfriend was, don't you even respect him
enough to answer me?"

Ricky's jaw refused to close as he gaped white faced at his now scarlet
faced brother, `no not even, his brother, the girl chaser had a boy friend,
this is to weird.'

"Well Ramon?"

"Dad...I...I...how did you know?"

The look of defeat in Ramon's eyes startled Ricky as he managed to close
his mouth at the news that his twin was just the same as him.

"Ray, Ricky, your mother and I brought you into this world, do you honestly
think we don't know you well enough to see that even though Ray covers up
his true feelings by chasing every skirt in town that we wouldn't know?"

The twins sat there on the sofa lost for words as their father divulged
what they thought had been their deepest and darkest secrets.

"Well boys, what are we going to do about it?"

Ramon as the older took the lead as usual and answered his father
haltingly.

"I...we...don't know Dad."

"Well I think that the first thing you need to do is talk to your Friends
and make it clear that they are welcome here any time, now some ground
rules, if you have your ahhh... boy friends over here, there's to be no
hanky panky in front of your mother or I, if you need to get close to him
then go to your room and close the door. If we see the door closed we won't
enter."

The twins sat there stunned at the openness of their fathers talk.

"Now guys truth time. How far have you both gone with your respective
friends?"

Again Ramon was first to speak

"Gone Dad?"

"Sex, buddy you think I don't know how your hormones rage when you're with
someone you have feelings for."

Ricky broke his silence when he understood that his Father was trying to
help and understand them both.

"We...well just sort of played around a bit Dad, I don't know about Ray and
Mark."

Ramon spoke up with a lighter tone in his voice now his secret was out in
the open, he had always been the extrovert of the two boys.

"Well Dad we haven't done `It' yet, just mucked around is all."

"Ok boys, fair enough, now if you do get to a time when you feel you want
to try `It' then you come to me and I'll help you with what you need to
know, I've spent some time over the last year looking at sites on the
internet so that I can try to help you, so you come to me, ok?"

Both boys blushed at the frankness of the conversation and answered for the
first time in their lives with one voice.

"Yes Dad."

"Now Ricky, until you return to school you can visit each night with Warri,
that's what you call him isn't it?"

"How...how did you know that?"

"Let's just say a little bird told me, ok when you go back to school you
stay here for the week and then you can spend the weekends with Ahh...Warri
as long as the Hamiltons don't object, ok?"

"Yes Dad, and ahhh...thanks..you know...well...for understanding."

"Ok Ricky, Now Ramon, where have you and Mark been going apart from out the
back of the football stadium?"

"How...how...oh damn dad."

"Well where have you two been going, I don't want you taking risks anymore,
ok? So from now on you can both come here and spend time with each other
but the other rules apply, ok?"

"Yeah Dad...thank's...for well, for the same as Ricky said."

Ricky looked quickly at his twin as he heard for the first time in years
his brother use his name instead of `Sprat'.

"Ok guy's that's all for now, don't ever forget that both your mother and I
love you equally so if you need anything come to us, that's what we're here
for, now get out of here, Ricky I think your `Warri' will be here any
minute to get you so behave yourself at the Hamilton's, Ramon, I suppose
you will want to ring Mark and tell him it's safe to come over now?"

Again the twins answered as one when their Mother with a smile on her face
joined their Father and hooked her arm in his and snuggled a little closer
to him.

A loud tooting from the driveway told Ricky that Warri and Baza were there
to get him and with a smile and hug to both parents he half limped and half
ran toward the door to give his Warri the good news.

As usual Baza picked up on the light hearted way Ricky was trying to move
and yelled out loud enough for the whole town to hear, or so it seemed to
Ricky.

"Hey Short Ass, hurry up, your boyfriends getting nervous."

Ricky gave him the finger as was expected and smiled at Warringal as he
opened the door to get in, half on top of Warri's knees and half on the
seat, he let out a soft sigh as Warringal wrapped his arms around him and
smooched his neck.

"Hi Pony Boy."

With a small blush Ricky answered him by nibbling his ear and whispering to
him.

"Hi Warri, I love you."

"I love you to, Pony."

"Jeez you two, give it a rest, go on `Warri' kiss him and get it over
with."

"Up yours whitey."

"Ooooh nasty, black ass, ok you two ready for a jump in the
hay...hahahahah"

Barry pulled out of the driveway in his usual manner, leaving a cloud of
dust and gravel spread over the lawn as he turned toward the homestead,
both boys now dreamily looking into each other's eyes, their lips almost
but not quite touching as the ute rocketed out of town.

As they pulled into the long driveway of the homestead Ricky saw Jipa
pounding at full gallop toward the ute as it sped along, his long loping
strides almost matching the hair raising speed of the vehicle as he tossed
his head and snorted at the familiar smell coming from the ute.

Barry slowed to a more sedate speed, that is to say he was now only doing
about 50mph, as they arrived at the house, his Mother no where to be seen
until they were getting out of the cab.

"Barry Hamilton, come here right now."

"Uh ho, sounds like she's gonna have your ass whitey, heheheheh."

Before Barry could answer there was a loud snorting and panting horse
standing over Ricky nuzzling his hair, Ricky reached up and rubbed the soft
velvety nostrils as they breathed heavily, ruffling his hair like a small
breeze.

"Hey Jipa."

The horse nodded his head as though in understanding at the familiar voice
and then stood still as Ricky ran his hands over the glowing hide of his
new friend.

Jipa's hide flinched as he saw Warringal take hold of Ricky's waist and
pull him a little closer, Jipa gave a soft snort and then as though in
recognition of the closeness they had lowered his head and batted his
eyelashes at Warringal.

Barry reappeared with a rather blushed look on his face and saw his two
friends holding each other close as they talked to the Horse.

"Get reamed Baza?"

"You know what Mum's like Boonga."

"So drive slower."

"Hrmph."

Barry looked closely at Ricky's face and noticed that the boy was glowing a
bit more than usual.

"So what you happy about Short Ass?"

"I wanted to wait till you got here Barry before I said anything."

"So?"

"Well there's a couple of things really."

"Fuck sake Short Ass, spit it out before you end up as dog tucker."

"Dad came home early today and we had `That' talk."

"Ok, so?"

Ricky snuggled in a little closer to Warringal.

"He knows how I feel about Warri, he said it was ok but we're not allowed
to do `It' unless I talk to him first."

"See, told yah so, thought your old man would be on your side, what about
your Mum?"

"She just smiled and nodded her head."

"They happy about you and Warri then?"

Warringal spoke up before Ricky could say another word.

"They real happy Baza."

"How you know Boonga, and don't give me that dreamtime shit either."

"Talked to Mr. Mendoza yesterday after school."

Ricky's mouth dropped open at the revelation of his boy friend.

"Why didn't you tell me Warri?"

"Your old man made me promise not to."

Barry had stood back as the two lovers finished their short talk and then
spoke up again.

"So Short Ass, what else is new?"

"Well you know that other kid like us, Mark?"

Ricky saw the quick frown run across Warringals face and then disappear.

"It's ok love, I'm not after him, so Baza you seen him around much lately?"

"Uhm no not really, mind you when I have seen him he seems a lot happier
about something, another funny thing to, he used to walk home straight from
school and now he goes for a wander around past the footy fields, it's like
he wants to go the long way home all the time now."

"Want to know why?"

Ricky smiled at the confused look that came over Barry's face.

"Ok, spit it out."

"He's got a boy friend."

Warringal and Barry stood and stared open mouthed at Ricky at this sudden
disclosure.

"How the hell would you know Short Ass, you haven't even been at school to
see him."

"I know who his boy friend is, I see him every day."

Ricky felt pumped at the fact he finally knew something no one else knew.

"Well spill it, who is it?"

"Ramon."

"Who the fuck is Ramon?"

Ricky just stood there with a smile on his face watching the other two
trying to work it out. Suddenly, as though lightening had struck them both,
Barry opened his mouth and stuttered out.

"Y...Y...Your brother, holy shit, two of you in the same family and twins
as well, it's a wonder your parents aren't going ape shit."

"They said they've known about both of us for ages."

"Well I'll be fucked, what yah reckon Boonga?"

"Makes sense Baza, twins are usually alike in most ways."

"Hey this is cause for a good piss up, what yah reckon, I'll ask dad if we
can have a barby on the weekend and get your brother and parents here to
celebrate, I know Mum and Dad wont mind, besides not often we got to lots
of boyfriends to party with."

"Won't your parents kick up a bit about have two outsiders partying here as
well as both being gay?"

"Hey Short Ass, remember it was my Mum and Dad that put Warri boy in your
bed?"

"Uhm well ok but I have to ask Ray as well if he and Mark want to come."

"Leave Mark up to me and as far as your sneaky brother goes just tell him
Marks coming so if he wants to see him Saturday he has to come as well, see
no probs...Pony Boy...hehehehe"

"Scratch it Baza."

"Scratch it?"

"Yep, go have a wank." (giggle)

"Bloody Boonga has rubbed off on you Yank, or rubbed in you." (Laughter)

Warringal surrounded Ricky with his arms and pulled him close while
sticking out his tongue at Barry. The boys began to move out of the hot sun
in the yard and settled into chairs on the front porch of the house to be
in the shade as Jipa tossed his head and with a last look at Ricky walked
off toward the paddock and a little hay for dinner.


To Be Continued: