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The Billabong - 10. Chapter 10

10.1

Bert Kreek was near tears; well real tears were forming. A cartoon had been posted on the army's Facebook site showing a woman, identified as Kreek's mother, lying back with her legs open, and addressing a line of black guys in full arousal. The caption read ‘C’mon big guys, I can fuck all day if ya wants'

This is cruel; why bring me mum into this mess - my mess. She's not like that. She goes to church and lives as a good Christian; she'd never do anything as disgusting as this offensive shit implies. Never, never . . . Ok, she won't tell me who me dad is, just that he's and American, but that don't mean I was conceived dirty; she musta loved him to lay with him. Jesus, how low will those arseholes go. Shit! I can't issue a rebuttal ‘cause it'll look like they're getting' t'me. I gotta ignore it, but shit - it hurts. Will this harassment never end? They can keep doin' this crap forever like, and there's nada I can do about it. (pause) Should I confess, and end the torment? Like I done the crime, made a stupid mistake, and now they're convinced of me guilt. (sigh) One things fer sure, I can't go on like this forever. This mental torture is worse than physical stuff ‘cause the trauma don't show; ya just gotta absorb it and carry on best ya can. But I gotta admit it's getting' t'me. I ain't had a good night's sleep in a while; fact is I'm scared of goin' t'sleep.

I ain't heard anything from them nasty-lookin' Yankee Africans since last they warned me. I guess I'm clear from that threat. Jesus they scare me. (Sigh) The only hope I got is to confess but arrange fer a lenient sentence. Maybe I should ask the colonel.

* * *

10.2

No one knew how it started, possibly verbal, possibly Facebook or possibly in many ways, but the word got out to the gay community, that two Australian army personnel were being victimised for being gay. Naturally, truth took a holiday, and allowed righteous indignation to swell into outright fury. The outcry began benignly, but soon became strident. By ten days after their arrest, gay protests were being held in most of the world's capital cities.

In Darwin, outside the Larrakeyah barracks, a protest group armed with harsh posters, heckled and abused all persons entering or leaving the compound. Gay publications world-wide were vociferous, and challenged the army's sinister intent in arresting the two servicemen. Questions were raised in the Australian parliament. In replying the Services minister was able to give the main reason for Court Marshalling the two men, stressing it had nothing to do with sexual orientation. However it was too late, the movement against the army swelled, and became deafening. It wasn't fair, but the underlying anger of gay people to years and years of abuse, discrimination and criminalisation, suddenly found an outlet; something on which to focus their ire.

In desperation, the junior Army minister called a meeting of the Joint Chiefs to discuss the growing problem. It was agreed that all major papers, both morning and evening, in all Capital cities, would carry a full outline of the reasons for the army's action. The article outlined the cause of the action taken by the army. It also included a rebuttal that this was an attempt to denigrate gay people. No names were included but by now the identity of the two men was well known. To the gay world, they had become martyrs.

In truth, the Army, in the form of its hierarchy and the Senior officers at Larrakia, was scared shitless. The matter had got completely out of hand and no-one knew how to stop the trouble escalating. A transcript of the Joint Chiefs meeting would go like this:

 

 

Minutes of Joint Chiefs Committee on February 10, commencing at 10.00 hours.



 



Junior Army Minister



'Yes, I agree to the proposed contents of this advertisement in our papers. However, I don't believe the rebuttal language is strong enough. We have must strenuously deny that we're targeting gay soldiers. I mean we all know that we aren't, but unfortunately the world rest of the world thinks we're discriminating bastards.'

 



 



Navy Admiral (Ret.)



'The whole sorry mess was handled atrociously in the first place. Now I don't mean that the culprits should not be brought to account for refusing to obey an order. I've no issue with that, but surely the Senior Officer . . . what's his name? oh yes, this Colonel Garth Stamins should have shown a bit of savvy, in realizing the bottomless pit he's caused by making the matter public. In todays . . .'

  



Senior General of the Army



'Yes, if I could butt in, I reckon your right Fred. I've had dealings with Stamins before and he's not too bright when it comes to political matters. Yes, a bloody good officer if yer storming the beaches and following orders, but when it comes to peacetime matters he's a bit of a dinosaur. We were appalled at his Press Conference when he refuted the Army's position on gay servicemen. Looking back that was a red flag and we should've acted then. He's been under review in the past as to his competency, and we've talked about a transfer. Pity we haven't acted but I can assure you that after this he'll be removed somewhere out of harm's way.

 



 



Junior Army Minister



That's all fine General, but . . .'

 



 



Air Commodore



‘Aren't we getting away from the main issue; it's not about Stamins but how we handle the current crisis. And it is gentlemen, a crisis. I know Air Force personnel are watching events closely, and it seems we're in a bind. On one hand, we've got to uphold and maintain discipline and on the other, we've got to convince the gay world that we're not assassins. It's a minefield and requires careful thought and implementation.’

 



 



Junior Minister



‘Thank you, Peter . . .'



 



INTERRUPTION



The Prime Minister entered the room at 10.25 hours

 



 



Prime Minister



‘Sorry for barging in like this but I want to lay my governments cards on the table. Simply put, I want this to go away. I don't care what you do but kill the whole bloody mess. I've got more important, much more important matters to attend to. I can't waste time on an issue that shouldn't have become an issue in the first place. Just fix it fellas, make it go away. Now I must get back to matters that are important, such as your annual salaries.’

 



 



DEPARTURE



The Prime Minister departed the room at 10.31 hours.

 



 



Junior Minister



Well fellas, you heard the PM; how do we make this go away? Remember what Peter stipulated, on one hand we have to maintain army discipline and on the other pacify the gay community? Any thoughts? I'll invite open discussion.

 



 



General discussion



A general discussion ensued carried on for about 20 minutes. After which the following motion was tabled:

 

RESOLVED:

THAT the original demand requiring obedience to the termination of relationship, be rescinded, and

THAT fraternization rules be amended to state: “Where it can be determined that personal relationships do not affect individual job performance and discipline in general, fraternization rules should not apply”.

IT is left to the Legal Department to adopt appropriate wording to the exception.



 



CLOSURE



The Junior Army Minister closed the meeting at 11.05 hours



 

 

 

 

* * *

10.3

'(Sounding concerned) Jesus Bert, you look bloody awful. It's no wonder. When I saw that cartoon, I was so disgusted and alarmed, I just had to come and see if yer OK. Shit Bert, yer own mother! I mean what sick mind would do such a thing. (pause) What have you done that shit's someone off enough to do this t'yer. I hope you've reported it to the MP’s ‘cause this sort of bastardry gotta be stopped. It's evil, pure evil. Christ, if it was done t'me I'd completely lose it.'

Shit I can't tell him why they're doin' this t'me. How can I report it to the MP's when it's probably them who's doin' it. I've gotta shut up and not let anyone know what I did. I shoulda told Willy I don't want to talk about it, but if I rejected his friendly approach, he woulda got suspicious.

Corporal Wilfred (Willy) Atkins was a colleague, not a real friend, but he'd often sought out Bert Kreek's opinion on army matters. Willy's platoon had over-all responsibility for the cleaning of barracks, BO Quarters, latrines, wet areas such as the shower blocks and laundries. He wasn't a fit serviceman, being overweight and pudgy. Exercise was an anathema to Willy, and at times his personal hygiene was awful - he had BO. However, he compensated for his lack of physical fitness by being a computer nerd. Because of this expertise, he was keen to get into Electronic warfare, but every time he applied, he was knocked back because of hygiene. In the close quarters of the electronic world, someone who had pronounced body odour was anathema. They were now sitting in the canteen where Willy had taken Bert for a chat.

'Ahh, thanks fer askin' Willy, that's real friendly and I appreciate it. Thing is, I ain't been sleeping too good of late. I'm bein' harassed and don't know who's doin' it. They's been doin' other things too, but the latest, insulting me mum, was about as low as ya can go. I can feel meself goin' downhill fast and I'm nearly at breaking point.'

'Hell man, you can't let this get to ya. I don't know what kinda shit you got rolling, but you gotta make it stop. If it were me, I'd be complaining to the MP's and demanding they do somethin' about it. Have you been to see the MP's?'

'Nah, what are they gonna do? Ask a few questions, make up a file and then ferget it. Nah, that'd do no good.'

'Well it's your shit-heap mate; just don't let it get to ya. Look, here's something that may take your mind off yer troubles. One of our cleaners who do the BOQ, reckoned someone is using empty rooms without permission. They've found used condoms in garbage bins and beds that are all messed up. When I checked our logs, I found that no one had . . .'

'Umm Willy, why're you telling me about this? I got no interest in bloody cleaning and don't know nuthin' about it. As for some squaddie rooting some shiela, I'm just jealous; good luck to ‘im. Why are you . . .'

'Hey, let me finish Bert, I was just giving you some background to what I'm about to tell you. Fuck'n hell be patient, let me continue. What most don't know is that some time ago, in response to a similar problem, we installed surveillance cameras in the BOQ quarters. It was hush-hush and only a few persons knows about them. When the complaint was brought to me, I started looking at tapes over several weeks, and I eventually found the culprit; would you believe it's Corporal Jason Meadows. You know him don't you Bert?'

'Know him? Yes, I bloody know him. He's a poofter, a fagott and I'd like to rub him out. I picked a fight with him not so long ago, but he wouldn't fight himself, instead got another poofter Corporal Scott Garnett to fight for him. Need I say I king hit both of them.'

'Scott Garnett? The same bloke that’s been arrested with his boss for disobeying orders.?'

'The same, and I hope the army throws the book at ‘em. Well what about Meadows, so he's been using the BOQ pad fer his disgusting sex games. All ya gotta do is charge ‘im and let him stew in the clink with the other two poofters. (Laughing) Maybe they'll have an orgy, because you knows what these cretins are like - sex, sex and more sex.'

'Nah, that's not wot's worrying me; it's his partner I'm concerned about. I reckon I knows who ‘tis, but I didn't want to make a stupid mistake, so I transferred the surveillance tape onto my phone so's you can take a look for me. Here, let me show you, and be careful cause this ain't pretty.'

Willy opened the video file on his phone, found the right track and let Kreek have a look. After a very short time . . .

(Softly) jeeesssuuusss. I don't believe it. Ssshhhiiiiitttt! I understand now. Fuck, that's Kenny Gamins, the colonel's son. (unbelieving) I can't believe he's a poofter, not the Colonels son. Here gimmie another look. Yep, that's young Kenny, no doubt about it! Say, how old is he? If'n he's under aged, that creep Meadows is gonna do some serious time. Do you know how old he is?'

'Nope, because I'm more concerned with fronting up to his nibs and telling him his son's queer. He won't take the news real good and I don't want to be the bearer of a time bomb. (Pause, looking at Bert) Mate, you know how to handle sensitive stuff much better than I; can you give me some advice on what to do?'

'Let me think on it. By the way, who's also seen this tape besides us two?'

'Umm no one. I knew straight away it's dynamite, and had to be handled very carefully, so I've locked the original tape away in me own locker. NO - rest assured up to this point, only you and I are in the know. What d'yer reckon?'

'How's about we meet up tomorrow morning at the same time. In the meantime let's both think about how to proceed; let's pool our thoughts and work out the best way to approach the Colonel. This is gonna take some fancy footwork.'

'That works for me. (Getting up and retrieving his coffee mug) I'll meet you here about 10 tomorrow. In the meantime try to get some sleep.'

When Willy departed, Kreek sat and mulled over what had happened.

Jesus Christ. The Colonel's pride and joy is a poofter. I reckon I should inform the old geezer, cause I can make it seem like I'm doin' him a favour. Oh, am I gonna enjoy this. Wahoo! I wonder if I can bargain with the old man and get this harassment lifted; it's worth thinkin' about anyway. I wonder what Stamins will do when he finds out. Oh yeah, nearly forgot; gotta tell him that his son's been seduced by Corporal bloody Jason bloody Meadows! Also gotta ask if he's age legal. Oh, am I gonna enjoy this; thank you Lord. Umm Willy? I don't think he'll baulk at me carrying the bad news, cause I got the feelin' he ain't keen on telling Stamins in person. No, I'll become a martyr and take the burden of'n his shoulders. Maybe I should mention to 'im about stinkin'. God, that BO of his sure is pungent; I wonder how often he washes himself.

Eventually Kreek won out and Willy was very happy to have Bert front for him.

* * *

10.4

After a session of intensely tender lovemaking, they retired to the shady gum trees next to the waterfall; the gently tinkling water cascade was a soothing sound and didn't disturb the bucolic atmosphere of the billabong. Scott propped himself on an elbow looking down on Mark's prostrate body.

I just can't believe that this beautiful man is my lover and we've just survived a harrowing ordeal. Just look at him lying there all relaxed and with dried semen still on his tummy. Whatever the army throws at us I know we'll always be together now. God I'm happy.

Putting their incarceration behind them, they opted to spend a day at their favourite billabong. Not just because it was beautiful, they needed a break from the repressive army atmosphere. They had been released back to the company to resume normal duties, but an uncomfortable atmosphere enveloped them. The Sarg apologised, and they told him to forget it - no harm done. Surprisingly, he congratulated them on the strength of their relationship. According to him, not many heterosexual couples would choose to defy the army and stay together. Still they were suspenseful awaiting the inevitable trial and the penalty to follow. Their long-term army prospects were not good.

Now Scott's fingers gently roamed around Mark's nipples and abdomen. There was a slight trickle of sweat oozing down between his pectorals which Scott used his tongue to lick up. At the same time, Scott's fingers gently squeezed his flaccid penis. Mark jumped.

'Careful Scottie, you're gonna start me over again. I suggest we bathe before starting anew, I must smell yucky.'

'You look and smell wonderful baby, and anytime you're ready I am too. (Pause) Mark, I want to say something, and I hope you don't find it weird; it's just that every time I release myself into you, I get a wonderful feeling of giving. It's more than just sex; it feels like a reaffirmation of my love and the loving partnership we have. I hope I'm saying this properly.'

'That's strange because it's the way I feel it too. I love feeling you releasing inside me; it's almost a religious experience. I'd like to give back the same, but I'll respect your decision. Not that it matters; by you giving and me receiving, our bond is not only intact but growing stronger. Let's just enjoy what we have.'

'That's bloody wonderful mate; Jesus I love you. When we're together, I just feel complete. When the Sarg was taking me to be arrested, I felt completely lost; I honestly thought our relationship was being ended, and it made me sad. However, I would never, and I mean never, denounce you just to save my skin. Life without you is meaningless. (Long silent pause) And the thought that we might not be able to enjoy this magical place makes me a little depressed.'

Silence; except for the sound of cascading water. Then Mark rolled over onto his right elbow and faced Scott.

'You know, we just might not.'

'We just might not what?

'Not be able to visit this beautiful place.'

'Stop talking in riddles and using double negatives. I don't see how we can visit here if we're in the clink. What are you trying to say?'

'Just this; what if we left the army, bought land which includes this billabong, and built a ranch nearby?'

Silence as Scott tried to digest Mark's last statement.

'Well for one thing it would take heaps of money which I don't have. And then there's what would we do with a ranch house and a big spread?'

'Don't worry about money because I've got heaps. My Grandfather set up a trust fund for all his grandkids and it's quite sizable - err, in the millions. Secondly, this is something that's been on my mind for some time, a place for young gay city guys to enjoy life on the land. Also, remember I'm used to managing a rural property, and for that, I'm grateful to my parents. We could have visits here, hayrides, milking cows, horse riding, and many others to make a visit enjoyable. Not to mention barn dances and such. I already did some research and there's a property not far from here, that's available. What d'yer think?'

'It. . . It's bloody wonderful. However, where would the money come from to keep the place viable? After the setting up costs we can't rely on your trust fund to fund day-to-day expenses'

'Oh there's many ways you can derive income from the land. That's where my past expertise comes in, I know how a property works. Don't worry about that for now; what d'yer think of the idea?'

'Great, fantastic, ummm, what would I do? I don't have any experience in managing stuff; I don't want to be a useless layabout?'

'You've wanted to do something using electronics haven't you? (Scott nodded) Well, all the paperwork associated with running a property is computerized these days, so it would be easy for you. Also, you could do a course on-line in Property Management, which should hone you skills further. Don't worry boyo you'll be busy. Also, and only if yer a good boy, you could lead excursions to the billabong for all those young and lusty gay boys. But, and it is a big but, I insist you get yer rocks off with me first. I trust you, but with your looks I wouldn't trust any other likely lads.'

'Gosh Mark, you make it sound so good. Is it feasible, I mean is it doable? It can't be as easy as you make it sound.'

'Of course not, there'll be plenty of obstacles, but if we say yes, that's what we want to do together, then we'll just simply make it happen.'

'Lover I can't wait to get the trial over and . . .'

'We don't have to wait for the trial. Let's do some preliminary investigation, and if it is all positive then we'll just resign. They can't stop us from exercising our fundamental rights.'

'Shit, all of a sudden I don't feel as if there's something hanging over my head. It's as if . . . Wait, what's that?'

From nearby came the soft sound of human voices and the short whinny of a horse. Holding their breath, they looked for the source, which seemed to come from the gully leading to the Billabong. Suddenly, two riders appeared, and it didn't take the boys long to recognize Jason and Kenny.

'(Waving madly) Jason, over here!'

Jason looked up and sighting Scott, waved back. They dismounted and made their way to where Mark and Scott were lying - naked.

'G'day Mark, Scott. Thought you might be here and decided to take a chance. In any case, Kenny has never been here, so I wanted to show him paradise. Hey Kenny!'

Kenny was gazing in wonder at the surroundings. His face showed total rapture at the beauty around him.

'Is this real? Is this heaven? I've heard you rant Jason about your secret billabong, and discounted much of what you said, but now, geeze it's . . . It's fantastic . . . It's beautiful. Pinch me so I know I'm not dreaming.'

'(Mark interrupted) Why are you wearing all those clothes Kenny? C'mon, don't be shy. It's not as if we haven't seen a guy naked before. Get undressed and go for a splash; and that goes for you too Jason.'

In a flash both Kenny and Jason disrobed and dashed into the pool yelling excitedly. Only to be social, Mark and Scott joined them in a splashing war. For about ten minutes, the four young men splashed, tackled, jumped on, and wrestled each other until Mark called for time out. They then adjourned to the sand and lying on towels, arranged themselves in a rough conversation circle. Kenny was the first to speak.

'Wow, I didn't believe such beauty existed. The colours - lime green water, red cliffs, sandy beach, and green foliage just blend fantastically. It's just magic.'

'Yeah, when Scott first brought me here, I was just enchanted as you are Kenny. It simply took my breath away. The best part is that not many folks know about it, and I sure want to keep it that way. Imagine if it became a popular tourist attraction, the ground would be littered with empty cans, used wrappings, and probably faeces. It wouldn't take long for the place to be completely spoiled.'

'Yeah, I reckon yer right Mark, oh is it all right if I call you Mark, you being an officer and all. (Mark nodded) I guess my main man here is right for once.'

(Jason pipped up) hey the other reason I wanted to catch up with you is about the news. Have you heard?'

(Mark and Jason together) Heard what?'

'Oh yer gonna love this. The army has amended Military Regulations to exempt relationships from the Anti-Fraternization Rules where such - and I'll try and quote correctly, - where such relationship does not impact on morale and job performance. Furthermore . . .'

'(Mark) you got to be kidding. When did this happen?'

'Just before we set off, and that's not all, the revision has been backdated to (naming a date), which I assume is prior to you both refusing to act on an order. It means . . ,.'

'It means we're in the clear. Scottie d'ya hear. We won't be going to a court Marshall; we're in the clear. Oh, wow!'

'I can't really get me head around this. This is what you've been saying all along isn't it Mark? (Who nodded with a smile) Jason, are you saying they've changed the regulation to make us legal - and you as well - and backdated, so's it'll cover our case?'

'That's about it in a nutshell guys. Calls for a real celebration.'

Mark and Scott bumped fists while the other two just smiled. Then Jason had a thought and with a worried look addressed Mark.

'What about the thing we were talking about? Is this gonna . . .'

'Nope, certainly not for me, I've had a long time to think about everything, and particularly you and me. I really want to do it Scotty; I just know it'll be good for both of us. How about you, are you having second thoughts?'

'(adamant) No, No, and no! I'd give anything . . .'

(Kenny interrupting) can I ask what you're talking about; is it some army matter I've not heard about?'

'(Curious) Yeah guys, care to fill Kenny and me in.'

Scott glanced at Mark and on receiving the go ahead, he related everything that he and Mark had talked about. When he finished there was a short pause, until

(Kenny) Oh man, that's so good. I mean it's my generation yer thinking about, and I can tell yer that it's gotta be a winner (Jason nodded enthusiastically) . Just think about it; a place for immature gay kids like me to be together, and away from the usual sex-orientated haunts. Think of what they'll learn. Just bringing them to a place like this will make them see life differently. I take it no drugs allowed (Mark and Scott nodded) and that's a big plus. Look as soon as you get this goin' I'd like to be one of yer first customers.'

Jason listened to Kenny's enthusiastic response to Scott's outlining of their future plans. Kenny was indeed animated; and then he had a thought.

'Hey guys , have you ever seen Kenny dance?'

'Shut up Jason, I did that once and made a complete fool of meself. Shut the fuck up! Don't embarrass me. I'm not gonna dance, full stop.'

'Why not (enthused Scott) there's no one here just us. If you're good (Jason nodded vigorously) then why not share with us. I'd love (looking at Mark who smiled encouragement) to see you dance. C'mon, we're just friends; I think it's a great idea, please'

'Yes Kenny, I'd love to see you dance. Although you're only a civilian, I'm the senior ranking officer here and order you to dance.'

With a muffled oath, Kenny gave in, stood up, then walked several paces away, turned with his back to the audience, and began to dance.

At first, he simply stood still, and after slowly raising his arms, brought all his back muscles into play. From his shoulders down, he bunched neck muscles, then shoulder muscles, then lower back muscles, before continuing on down to his dimple buttocks, thighs, and calves. There was poetry in just standing still and using his musculature to accentuate movement. With his arms raised in a supplicant pose, he began a slow turning dance using only his feet. As he moved to silent music, his body rippled, flexed, posed, and undulated in a glorious display of masculinity. It was as beautiful as it was sensual, it was as erotic as it was exquisite, it was as natural as it was stunning, and it was a magnificent display of nature's finest creation - the young male body. The sweat sheen covering his abdominal muscles made them sparkle in the sunlight, and the perfect symmetry of pectorals, biceps, and thighs was a display of physical excellence.

Now the silent music began to increase in tempo, and his movements became faster. He stamped, twisted, jumped, and just using his body, created a symphony of naked male flesh. He whirled, stooped, and somersaulted with breathtaking agility, until the onlookers could only gasp at the spectacle being displayed. It was a presentation of the mythical young Adam awakening in the Garden of Eden. It was nature, purest nature, the combination of nature's topographical colours and the beauty of a young male.

The unheard music rose to a crescendo, and Kenny responded with a loud cry of’ ‘I AM’ before collapsing in a leg split.

The audience of three young males sat mesmerised by the performance. The thunderous silence was the only applause possible. Eventually as this silence grew, Mark was the first to speak,

'(Very subdued) I have many times in my past have watched go-go boys seducing metal poles, and have oft enjoyed the spectacle, but this, you Kenny, that performance, is the most breath-taking I've ever witnessed. I can't find the words to describe what I feel. Well done, and thank you, really thank you. You've actually added the missing element to the beauty around us - a healthy young male.'

'Didn't I tell you he was great; didn't I say eh?

'Yep Jason that you did, and Kenny I'm like Mark, I can't find appropriate words to compliment you - you were just magnificent boyo.'

Mark reckoned the time was right to ask Kenny a very important question. The boy was fast becoming someone he wanted to care for, not in any physical sense, but in a supportive sense.

'What about you Kenny? I don't know anything about you; I guess yer still at school, in year twelve? (Kenny nodded) I take it ya haven't told your Dad about, about . . .'

'Bein' Gay? No (Pause) I've still got that to look forward to.'

'What do you think he'll do?

'(Fearfully) I don’t know Mark, I really don't, except it won't be pleasant. I'm preparing meself for a nasty.'

'(From Scott) what about yer mum? Will she back you up. Will she stand up to yer dad and stay by you?'

'(Emphatically) Not a chance. She just likes to keep the peace and for that, I don't blame her. Living with me dad has not been easy for her. No, she won't support me openly, but probably behind his back, she'll do what she can. It all's gonna come down to me versus him. As you were talking about the new regulation, I couldn't help thinking about my father. He's gonna be pissed off, not amused. But I don't believe that’s gonna stop me from opening up. It's gotta happen sometime, and there's no good time.'

'When I first met you at the garden party, I sensed some hidden strength in you boyo, and here, now, you've confirmed it for me. I can't do the dirty deed for ya but if I could, I would. Hey, look me in the eye kiddo, I'm here for you, (Mark and Scott nodded their support) you're not alone mate, the three of us will stand by you no matter what. We've got yer back. I'm just so touched by the ideas Mark and Scott have, and I just know these guys, there'll always be a place for you and I. Hey, Mark, I hope I'm being too forward here, jump on me if I'm outta line.'

'We'll find a place for both of you, don't worry. (Sadly) So when are you gonna confront your Dad Kenny? Soon, or will you wait awhile?'

'Better to get it over quickly. As I said, there's no good time. I reckon tonight when we get back.'

Being sensitive, Mark noticed a growing sense of restlessness in Jason and Kenny. It was obvious they needed to be together in private, so he announced for everyone's benefit,

'C'mon Scott, let's pack up and be on our way; let's leave these two lovebirds some quality time alone. And Kenny remember, were here for you in the flesh and in spirit. Good luck with tonight.

* * *

10.5

As the sounds of the boy's departure faded, Jason and Kenny fell upon each other. Kenny's dance had aroused Jason so much, that even the slightest touch could make him climax. Ever since they arrived in this wonderful spot, Kenny's sexual need had grown. His performance was really for Jason's benefit.

Now, Kenny lay prostrate on the ground with Jason atop. He reached up and pulled Jason's lips to his own urgently. For some time they wrestled pelvis to pelvis, until Jason gasped,

'I've gotta get inside you now boyo, please. Are you ready?'

'(Gasping) Never been readier, I'm suffering from over-stimulation, I think me cocks gonna burst.'

Slowly, Jason entered Kenny and they began to grind together. As their passion mounted, the outside world diminished until they were alone at the centre of the universe. When they climaxed their cries of exultation were lost in the immensity of time and space. As the ecstasy passed, Kenny looked up at Jason and saw that he was crying. Tears were streaming down his cheeks and mingling with the sweat pooling of Kenny's chest. Becoming alarmed he asked,

'Why are you crying, did I do something wrong. Are you in pain?

'No, oh no. I'm just so in love with you boyo, it hurts. Watching your rapture and being inside you as it happens is just a miracle. Forgive the tears, they're just love tears.'

'That's so beautiful; I don't know how to respond. The last thing I want to do is make you cry.'

'(Sniffling) Alright, enough of this girlie stuff let’s go for a swim.'

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