The Billabong - 14. Chapter 14

Epilogue

. . . some fifteen months later . . .

Mark got up from his desk, and with a contented smile, slowly walked out onto the main residence porch. Sipping from his coffee mug, he watched the activity in the marshaling yard where Scott was overseeing the unbridling of the stock horses. Young men, nay young gay youths, were excitedly telling stories about the morning ride; a lot of ribbing and exaggerated claims were being thrown around. They were happy and carefree. From the first intake of underprivileged city youths, the ranch accommodation was completely booked out. They had bookings for at least six months in advance and even had some interest from overseas.

It was a fine day - a beautiful day. Preparations for tonight's anniversary celebrations were complete and all that remained was the arrival of a special guest. Mark sensed a presence beside him.

'Well Jason, I gather all's ready for tonight eh? What time does his flight come in?'

'In about a half-hour; I'll leave in about fifteen minutes.'

'Nervous?'

'(Smiling) Too bloody right I'm nervous. I haven't seen him for nearly six months now; skyping, texts and Facebook are no alternatives for a warm human male body.'

'(Teasing) So we won't be seeing much of you two after tonight's celebration. (Becoming serious) It must be hard loving someone and not being able to physically share that love. At least, with Scottie and I, we can cuddle up every night and make love. I couldn't imagine loving without a certain amount of physicality.'

'Yep. (silent) When I woke up this morning I couldn't believe the day was finally here. Twelve months, twelve very active months, and the ranch is running splendidly. You and Scott should be very proud of your achievement. If I haven't told you before, I'm so grateful for the chance to be a part of this project.'

'Hey, hold on, a large part of our success, and by ‘our' I include you, a large part of our success is attributed to you, Jason. Your Marketing strategy has been a wonder; we're not only seeing the dream come true, but it's been a whopping financial success. The time you spent convalescing was well spent, as you were able to map out a programme that immediately caught on with the gay community. I'm so grateful, and (laughing) before you say anything else, piss off and go meet Kenny.'

As Mark watched Jason hurry away, he marveled how he'd recovered from his trauma with Kreek. Although being kept in a coma for several days, when he finally became conscious his convalescence back to health had been rapid. Of course, having Kenny constantly by his side helped. Upon hearing of Kreek's death, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Tragic, that his death was welcomed by so many people, and the manner, by a severe allergic reaction, surprising. Whilst I despised the man it was a real shame to see a life so wasted. But here I am, with the love of my life, about to celebrate the first anniversary of opening our doors. Here he comes now, sweaty, dusty and with a broad grin pasted over his face . . . still the sexiest man alive.

'Hey, there boss man; why are you standing there with a big cheesy grin plastered all over yer face?'

'The only boss here is that cock of yours; which reminds me, you sure pumped out a load of juice this morning. Is there such a thing as ‘instant cum'? I mean do you just press a button and your balls reload to the brim.'

'(Laughing) Now there's a thought. How's Jason? Is he nervous about Kenny coming?'

'Just a bit. I'd love to be there when Kenny steps off the plane. Anyway, how was the ride this morning?'

'Good, good. Twelve out of our clients put their hands up, out of which only four were experienced riders. I opted for the quiet back trail to make it easy for the beginners, and the experienced riders were great helping the others with advice. I could see several relationships forming; their antics and doe-eyed looks amused me. Y' know, after you went back to sleep, I went for a walk around the compound trying to convince myself it was all real. We've come so far Mark since we resigned from the army. It just feels like yesterday.'

'Yep, I know. We were lucky to get this ranch so close to our billabong. But sometimes I resent taking the kids there for an outing. It's ours, Jason and Kenny included, and I'd like it to stay secret and special only for us. I know it's silly, but I can't help feeling we're commercializing a place of natural beauty.'

'Yes, I feel the same way. If I catch anyone abusing the site by throwing garbage around, I get quite cranky. Shouldn't, but I do.'

'Well then, why don't we stop advertising the place in our brochures, and just make it a special surprise once in a while. I'll talk to Jason about it tomorrow; we've got tonight to get through, lover-boy.'

* * *

As the plane rolled to a stop, the cabin door opened, and an ebullient Kenny Stamins jumped down and raced into Jason's waiting arms. For several moments they just stood there clutching hold of each other in a silent cuddle. When eventually they kissed it was out in the open for all to see. Eventually, they broke apart and Kenny searched his lover's eyes for signs of sadness.

'Oh Jason, Jason, Jason. It's been too long baby. I've missed you so, and . . . SLAP!'

'OUCH! . . .What was that for? Why did you hit me so hard?'

'For perving on those gorgeous young spunkies, and even wishing you could take one to bed. I bet you've had them lying at yer feet, offering up their stunning young bodies for a cock workout.'

'(Laughing) No, my main man, you're safe. Some of the lads are ok, but others . . . well, I'll let you judge for yourself. Anyway, jump in the jeep and I'll get you settled.'

On the short drive to the homestead, Kenny filled Jason in on Uni matters. At school, Kenny hadn't been sure of what career he wanted then out of the blue settled on becoming a Veterinarian.

'I love it. Animals are so trusting and easy to work with. When I have them on the examination table they look at you with such trust it's amazing. When you take a sick animal and show it love . . .'

Jason let Kenny waffle on enthusiastically about the Vet school. It was just good to hear how happy he was. Soon they arrived at the homestead, where he was swamped by Mark and Scott, wanting news and more news. Eventually, he freshened up and joined the others in the main kitchen.

'The spread looks real good Mark; as we flew in I spied all the new buildings set up since I was last here. Are you happy with the way it's all turned out, I mean has it come up to your expectations?'

'More than when at first I started thinking about the concept. Jason and I have worked on the Marketing side and just establishing the infrastructure, whilst Scott has become a wizard at Property Management. The three of us together have made it a success. I only wish you could be here with us.'

'I wish too. (giving Jason a nudge) With all these spunky boys around I hope Jason's been behaving himself.'

'He certainly has not! (three pairs of eyes stared at Mark) he's been fucking every young thing . . . OW! THAT HURT SCOTT!'

'Don't take any notice of him Kenny (who was looking a little perplexed) he's got a warped and twisted sense of humour. Don't be a shit-hole Mark, behave yourself!'

'Yeah Mark, can it. I've been real good haven't I Scott? (Who nodded, still glaring at Mark) That's not to say I've not had any chances, but I've been a good boy.'

"Ok, Ok, sorry Kenny I was just having a little fun. No Jason's been impressive. I don't know what it is, but all the fat ones seem to ogle him; must be something in his after-shave.'

'Can you guys be serious. I want to hear about what you've been doing, especially any new ideas you've introduced. Then, if it's Ok, I want to inspect the livestock; see if I can put some learning to good use.'

'Later boyo, later. You and I have some bed time to catch up. C'mon . . . NOW!'

‘Wait, hold on Kenny, I know you’re anxious to spend some quality time together, but before you disappear into the lion’s den, I want to ask about your family. Some time back you said your mum was going to leave yer dad. Care to give us an update. I only ask because your mothers highly regarded in the Darwin community. I’d like to know that she’s settled and happy.’

‘Nice of you to ask Mark. Of course, you know about my dad . . . ‘ (Mark and Scott shook their heads)

‘No, I don’t, or we don’t. I just heard he’s been transferred somewhere, but where I don’t know. What happened?’

’Well, he’s been transferred to Christmas Island. (Seeing the confused looks he continued) It’s an island way out in the Indian ocean, just under 2500 kilometers from Darwin. It’s a dead-end posting. My dad will simply finish his army career in an arsehole posting, and good luck to him, he thoroughly deserves it. My mum’s still in Darwin and is doing a lot of charity work. I’ve never seen her so happy. She divorced my dad, so is now free to live her life the way she wants.’

‘What about you Kenny, are you upset about yer dad? I know he treated you bad but he’s still yer father. It's only normal that you still harbor some affection for him. Have you come to terms with the problems between the two of you?’

‘Yeah, sort-of. I mean, we haven’t been very close this past year. I ‘m still pissed off at him about what happened to Jason. The thought that he could’ve been instrumental in killing Jason has never left me. I awaken some nights with that awful thought. It’s hard to forgive someone who nearly killed the one person in this life that you love very much. I guess time will clear the sore; I just hope I’m not left with an ugly scab’.

‘You won’t because you’re a very decent human being; I reckon you’ll be willing to forgive where people like Kreek and your Dad won’t.’

‘Thanks Mark, I hope yer right. Now . . . ‘

‘Get off with ya; lover boy’s waiting.

* * *

The dining shed had been cleared, then decorated with banners and outback themes. Across one wall was a large banner proclaiming CONGRATULATIONS TO MARK, SCOTT, AND JASON: ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY. Underneath the banner, a Rainbow Flag hung proudly.

The room contained two long tables which seated about ten persons each. Under the banner, another long table carried placings for about six persons.

The meal itself was simple; a sheep had been BBQ’d and side dishes prepared by the kitchen staff.

For the guests, this was just a normal meal, but Jason had let it be known that he, Mark and Scott were celebrating something special. After welcoming the guests, they settled into their meal, washing it down with ample quantities of beer and wine. As the evening progressed the sound level escalated. The boys were still mostly in their teens, so there was much mischief at the tables. Then the moment arrived. Jason rose up and called for silence; not an easy task with twenty or so young men half-pissed.

Eventually,

‘Guys, this is a special day for Mark, Scott and myself and we’re glad to have your company to help us celebrate. The three of us are ex-army (cries of 'attention' were made with hilarity), and it was quite difficult serving in the Australian Defence Force as gay men. (the lads became quiet as they listened) Let me tell you a wonderful story; a truthful story. At one stage, both Mark and Scott were independently asked to forego their relationship because it contravened ADF Fraternization rules. So deep was their love, and without any prior consultation, both Mark and Scott refused the Army's order. Their relationship had been put to the ultimate test; the result being they valued each other more than they valued their careers. (There was utter silence)

At some stage, Mark had an idea to create an outback adventure for young gay guys such as you. Getting from an idea to a campus such as you’re enjoying now, was no mean feat; but we firmly believed doing this was a worthwhile cause. (Pause) We know, and have experienced your pain; the loneliness, the apprehension, the isolation, but most of all - the fear. We can't solve all the problems of young gay guys, I wish we could. Just suffice it to know that, having spent some time with us, you're now part of our extended family; please keep in touch because we're here for you. Any time you feel down, or threatened, just pick up the phone - Ok.'

Now, this brings me to the main issue. Tonight, in front of you all, and in front of myself, Mark and Scott are to be married. (There was a collective gasp) I have been deputized as a Civil Celebrant to make sure these proceedings are legal. Mark, and Scott, would you please stand up and face each other in front of the Rainbow Flag.'

The room was hushed, completely silent. Everyone realised this was something really special. From being shunned, deprived of a loving family and generally victimized by society, these young men had an absolute need for something positive. Jason continued,

'Firstly, we would like to acknowledge the Larrakeyah Tribe as the traditional owners and custodians of these lands. We honour and respect their ongoing cultural and spiritual connections to this country. We aim to respect the cultural heritage, customs, and beliefs of all Indigenous people. (Then taking a deep breath)

We are here to witness the marriage of two special friends. More than a ceremony, this is a significant moment of celebration and personal commitment. The essence of this commitment is the taking of another person in their entirety, as a companion and friend. It is, therefore, a decision which is not entered into lightly.'

Jason then read from a small pamphlet he carried.

'The nature of love is unselfish, understanding, kind, and ongoing, as long as it continues to be nurtured. Mark and Scott, from this day forward you will become closer than ever before. You will promise to love one another in sickness and in health, for better and for worse.'

Turing to Mark, Jason put his hand on Mark's shoulder,

'Mark, do you take Scott to be your lawfully wedded husband? Will you love him, comfort him, honour and respect him? Do you promise to share with him all life has to offer, from this day forward?

'(Firmly) I do'

Then laying his hand on Scott's shoulder,

'Scott, do you take Mark be your lawfully wedded husband? Will you love him, comfort him, honour and respect him? Do you promise to share all life has to offer, your hopes and dreams, your achievements and disappointments with him, from this day forward?

'(Firmly) Yes, I do'

'We now come to the most important part of this marriage ceremony, the giving of personal vows. Mark, if you will.

Mark, took Scott's hand and looking into his eyes, spoke slowly,

'Scott, we have shared some amazing adventures together, and I can't wait to start this next adventure with you. We took so long to find one another, and then you changed my world. I love you so much, and I am so happy that we are here today to show our love to one another. I always dreamed of the perfect partner, but you have gone beyond all my dreams. I promise to be there when you need me, to fill your days with love, to comfort you and encourage you, to help you reach your goals, and to love you with all of my heart, for all of my life.

Thank you for coming into my life and for being such a wonderful partner and best friend. Scott, I choose you to be my husband for life, and give you this ring as a physical symbol of my enduring love.'

With that, he produced a simple gold ring and still holding Scott's had placed the ring on his finger. Utter silence prevailed.

'Now Scott, if you will,'

(Holding back tears) 'Today I am marrying my best friend. Mark, you are the love of my life and my soul mate. Thank you for loving me completely, and for giving your heart to me. Thank you for always being kind, loving and supportive of me. Thank you for always telling me I’m terrific and being so proud to call me yours. Thank you for making me laugh, and always seeing the positive in everything. Thank you for always making me feel significant, and for loving me unconditionally.

Today I promise these things to you: (Pause)(Choke) To love you and be one forever as partners. To laugh with you, cry with you, talk with you, and forever be in love with you. To share my secrets, and be honest with you. To always trust you and respect you. To love and care for you in good times, and the not so good times. To be happy when you are happy, and always support you in everything you do. To always be faithful to you. To grow old with you, and be with you until the end of time. To always be by your side in whatever life brings our way.(Sob)

Thank you for coming into my life and for being such a best friend. Mark, Mark Peters, I choose you to be my husband for life, and give you this ring as a physical symbol of my enduring love.'

Like Mark, Scott produced a gold ring and placed it on Mark's finger. There was a slight commotion as one of the boys, unable to contain his emotions, started sobbing loud and went outside.

Jason was also having difficulty keeping his emotions under control, but all he had to do now was,

'(Choke) Mark and Scott have declared before me and before all of you, that they will live together in marriage. They have symbolized it by joining hands, taking vows and by exchanging rings. I, therefore, declare Mark and Scott to be Husband and Husband.'

At a nod from Jason, Mark pulled Scott close and they kissed.

Suddenly, the silence was broken with shouts of 'Hooray', 'Go get 'im Mark', 'Give 'im one fer me', 'You beauty', and other voices of encouragement. Others were too overcome with emotion, so they stayed silent. As Mark and Scott, newly wed, turned to face the lads, tears were running down their faces. In fact, quite a few faces were bright with tears. Then Kenny raced over and hugged them, before turning to Jason and kissing him.

In the midst of all this Mark and Scott grinned happily, absorbing the pleasure demonstrated by all. Then Mark called for quiet, and when all was calm he began,

‘As Jason said, it wasn’t easy to get this place rolling, but the three of us became enthused with the idea, so we’ve been motivated to make it happen. (Pause) Jason alluded to the difficulty being a gay serviceman, but he didn’t tell you was that he nearly killed by a homophobic army creep. He spent several weeks in a coma, and when he became conscious it took months of rehabilitation to restore him to the wonderful arsehole he is today . . . OUCH! Stop it Scott! (General laughter) Ummm, I’m only joking.

I know I speak for my husband (loud cries of woo woo) as well, when I tell you our relationship wouldn't have survived without Jason. Mate, we owe you so much that I just can't find the words sufficient to say thank you, but we do, thank you. I only hope that you'll find a life partner and enjoy the same happiness that we have today. ('Workin' on it'! from Kenny)

We’ve been delighted to host so many of you who’ve only had the sleazy city streets to call home. We don’t believe that we can solve all the problems that you guys face today, but we just hope that during your time here, you may want to make a start about changing the course of your lives. As you know, we offer counseling to anyone who puts their hand up. Now enough of the mushy stuff . . . let's all get shit-faced.

Come sit my fellow traveler

While I tell to you a story

Of how a people, long suppressed

Gained freedom, respect, and glory

Come sit you down beside me

And interrupt me not

For this tale long remembered be

And n'er be forgot

Our persecutors loud and shrill they were

So strident and irate

From pulpit, courtroom, school, and home

They brayed their awful hate

We'd endured their constant cruelty, and

The taunt that we're just freaks

In silence, and with lowered eyes

We turned the other cheek

But then one Saturday, late in June

In the year of sixty-nine

To Stonewall Inn, the wee small hours

Came cops, emulating swine

At Stonewall Inn, in times gone past

We'd suffered their abuse

Handcuffs, fists, and boots were used

To fill up their caboose

So meek, gentle, and soft were we

So complacent we became

We let the bastards ruin our lives

Without a thought of shame

But then a spark, a cry of 'No!'

No more will we submit

We'll stand and fight for freedom's sake

No more your bloody shit!

The cry went out, that early morn

And soon the street was manned

By gays who'd simply had enough

And vowed to make a stand

Against prejudiced, phobic, ignorant nutters, and

Those bible bashing types

Against cowards in all elected posts

We fought for basic rights

Our movement swift and enraged grew

No more to be denied

Our freedom, respect, and basic rights

So cruelly past deprived

. . . became . . .

A worldwide multitude of gays

Beneath the rainbow banner

We gained a voice, nay T'was a shout

So forceful did we clamour

So,

Pass on the word, let's shout aloud

NEVER AGAIN! , NEVER AGAIN!

because

NEVER AGAIN WILL WE BOW DOWN

again

Never again! - And now amen.

. . . . to the Heroes of Stonewall Inn, June 28, 1969