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Authors Note: This story is loosely based on events that occured while I was growing up. Some events depicted did actually happen to me, other events may have happened to other people I knew, while some events may have related to me by other parties and have been included for the sake of providing an overall picture of the times. What category the events depicted in this story actually fall into will remain known only to me. You can make up your own mind about them and where you think they belong.
All names have been changed to protect the guilty, or innocent, or whoever.
I would like to express my thanks to my friend Mark 'Ponyboy' Peters for his friendship, encouragement, suggestions
and edits to prepare this story for publishing. You're the best! (Please check out his website... www.ponyboysplace.com
Thank you very much also to those who wrote following the first chapter being posted. Your comments were very much appreciated and your encouragement also means a great deal to me!
Part Two - Shooter
The rest of my first week of Pony Camp seemed to go by in a flash. At the end of each day we were all exhausted, both riders and horses, but we had a lot of fun and I learned more about horses and about riding in those few days than I had in the couple of years since I had first started riding old 'Star'.
I also began to learn more and more about a few other activities as well, with Christopher explaining to me and showing me things I had never dreamed of, even though the opportunities we had to be alone were few and far between.
Some of the activities we did on horseback I was already kind of familiar with, like jumping (I would often jump 'Johnny' over logs out in the paddock at the farm), and campdrafting (just like chasing the cows around at home with dad), and the games or sporting events (which I had done a few times at those first gymkhana's I had been to), but there were many other activities that I had never seen before, like dressage (where you had to ride around and do a test to a set pattern in a small arena), and polocrosse (a horseback game that was a cross between polo and lacrosse - which itself was a game I had never even heard of up until then). Some of the older kids even had a go at something called tent-pegging, which was where they had to gallop along carrying a big spear and try and spear pieces of wood hammered into the ground. That looked like fun and I couldn’t wait to get old enough to give it a try as well.
There were twelve kids in Blue Troop, being four boys and eight girls, which seemed to be about the percentage right across the board as far as the boys to girls ratio. As I mentioned previously, our instructor was a guy named Mr. Alexander, however he didn't come with us for every lesson, as he sometimes took lessons for other troops as well. He had an Assistant Instructor though who was with us for every lesson, who was eighteen and his name was Colin.
Colin was a nice guy who had been through Pony Club since about the time he was my age and had graduated to becoming an instructor once he turned eighteen, which was how the system worked apparently. He rode a pretty Palomino gelding called 'Trigger' and as a team they were really good at just about everything they did.
I quickly came to idolise Colin and he kind of took me under his wing seeing, I think, as it was my first time at Pony Camp.
One time, while Mr. Alexander was otherwise engaged, Colin took our troop out for a trail ride away from the Showground. We ended up at the local Pine Forest which was a few miles out of town, where we galloped along the trails and jumped over logs and had a wow of a time.
He said that the best way to learn to ride was get out and do it, not just pussyfoot around trying to look pretty like we were doing at the Showground doing Dressage and stuff, but actually get out and ride. It was real Man from Snowy River stuff and I found that I felt right at home doing this, while I noticed a few of the others, especially Christopher and most of the girls, would be quite reserved and not push their horses to do things like this.
I guess that was when I first started to notice the difference between Christopher and me as far as our riding abilities were concerned. I could see that he was an excellent rider and looked very neat when he was doing what they would call Show Riding, whereas I was happiest and doing my best where there was action involved and we were going fast. When it came to the gymkhana on the last day of camp this became even more noticeable to me, when Christopher won his riding class and was later named the Champion Boy Rider while I didn't even get a placing in my riding class. Then later that afternoon in all the sporting and fun events I kicked his sorry butt all over the showground because I really got 'Johnny' going and Christopher would only go slow. That pattern would later repeat itself year after year, even when we had different horses and we both knew that that was just how it was.
It was also about this time that I started to notice another difference between Christopher and me. I have said previously that he was a beautiful boy, and he certainly was that, but he was also a sweet boy, a boy whose mannerisms and way of talking wasn't quite the same as some of the other boys, or the same as me, or at least I didn't think so anyhow. I remember my parents talking about him one day at Pony Camp, when they though I wasn't listening, and my father said the word effeminate. I had absolutely no idea what it meant, but as I grew up I would find that out later.
My father, I eventually realised, was correct. He knew that Christopher was gay long before I even knew what the term meant. At that stage we were just kids though and any thoughts of sex for us boys, according to our parents, would be years away yet. Or at least that's what they thought.
Anyhow, getting back to the Pine Forest trail ride, at the end of that afternoon after we had done a lot of racing around and were all hot and sweaty and tired, we found ourselves at a creek which ran through the middle of the forest. It was a really beautiful spot, with grassy banks and a wide, relatively shallow, crystal clear creek, with a firm gravel bottom and lots of shade around from the tall pines. There was also a picnic area there, with covered over tables and seats, a
bar-b-que area and also toilets.
'Hey, has anyone ever taken their horse for a swim?' Colin asked us. I looked around and everyone seemed to be shaking their heads.
'Okay then. Does anyone want to take their horse in for a swim?' he then asked. All us boys, and a few of the girls, shot our arms up into the air.
'But we don't have any swimming trunks or anything,' one of the boys, I think it was Damien, said.
'Who needs 'em?' Colin replied. 'Just take your saddles off and ride in as you are, or if you want to you can just strip down to your underwear. No one will laugh at you.'
Christopher and I looked at each other straight away and winked at each other. We both knew exactly what the other was thinking.
We both threw our legs over our horses withers and dismounted - totally the wrong way of course - then started undoing the girths on our saddles. The other boys, Damien and Harry, did the same, as did Colin. The girls were a bit slower in jumping into action, but pretty soon they had all dismounted as well and those who were going to try and take their horses for a swim were taking their saddles off as well, while the other girls who weren't going to try it all took their ponies over into the shade and sat down, letting the ponies graze, but still watching the rest of us.
I looked at Colin to see what he was doing and my heart skipped a beat when I noticed he had dismounted and had not only taken his saddle off 'Trigger' but had already taken off his shirt and riding boots and was now pulling down his jeans.
He looked up at me as he was doing so and noticed me staring at him, my mouth wide open. He gave me a wink and finished what he was doing, leaving him standing there in a pair of skimpy blue briefs with his nice package on show for all to see.
All of us boys had by this time pulled off our shirts and it looked like we were all being a bit hesitant about pulling our jeans off, but once we saw Colin standing there beside his horse, with his muscular eighteen year old tanned body on show, with that hint of a trail of dark hair running from his navel downwards and a wisp of hair in the centre of his chest, we all soon followed suit.
Some of the girls giggled when they saw him, and giggled again when they saw us standing there in the same state, but that was about all that happened. All the girls except one, Karen, were much more modest than us boys, with some electing to go swimming fully clothed and a few others just taking their shirts off, revealing singlets underneath. Karen took off both her shirt and jeans, which seemed to delight Harry and Damien no end.
'Okay then. Are we all ready?' Colin asked us all.
'Hell, yeah,' Harry said, which made us all laugh.
'Anyone need a boost up now you're all bareback?'
A couple of them, including Christopher, said they would get on by leading their horses over beside some logs and climb on that way, but I suddenly had a better idea flash through my mind. There was no way I was going to pass up the chance to be close to Colin while we were both only wearing our underwear, so I stuck up my hand and asked him to help.
He gladly came over to me and stood behind me as I roughly threw the reins back over 'Johnny's' head.
'Ben, that's not how you were shown how to do that, is it?' he scolded me. I could feel his breath on my shoulder as his body was so close to me.
'No,' I meekly replied, my voice sounding croaky.
'Well, next time remember to do it the right way, okay?'
'Yes.'
By this time his hand was on my shoulder, then started sliding down my back, finally settling on my waist. My mind was a befuddled mess. Suddenly I had no idea what I was supposed to do next.
'Okay then Champ, put your leg up and I'll give you a boost.'
Snapping out of my state of bewilderment I raised my right leg for him.
'No, Ben, the other one,' he scolded.
Embarrassed, I swapped over, putting my right leg down while then raising my left leg for him.
I gathered up my reins and put my hands on 'Johnny's' withers as Colin bent down and placed a hand under my raised leg. He brushed by buttocks as he did so, which sent a shiver right through me.
'Okay then. One . . . two . . . three,' he said to me, and in one fluid motion I was hoisted up onto 'Johnny's' back.
'There you go, Ben. All set?' he asked. His right hand was now resting on my thigh, with his fingers just below where my little cock was trying its best to get itself noticed. With a gentle squeeze of my leg he pulled his hand away, but in doing so his fingers seemed to brush the head of my penis.
'Oooohhhh,' I said softly, which caused Colin to look up at my face, sharply.
'You all right?' he asked, with a grin.
'Y-y-ess,' I shakily replied, thinking that I was about to have my next orgasm right then and there.
'Good lad.'
He went to see if anyone else needed a hand and I watched him carefully as he helped Harry and a couple of the girls get up on to their horses. None of those seemed to get quite the attention that I received, which once again really got me thinking. Christopher rode over and joined me as I was standing there watching Colin and the others.
I looked up at him and something in my expression must have alarmed him. I knew my face felt hot and red, but was that from being in the sun all afternoon, or was it from something else?
'What's wrong?' Christopher asked me, sounding concerned.
For a second I didn't answer, unsure if I should tell him or not, but in the end I leant over and whispered into his ear.
'He touched my cock,' I said to him.
'What? Are you serious?'
I nodded.
'You lucky fuck! He's dreamy!'
'I know!' I replied, grinning.
* * * * *
The waterhole in the creek was about twenty metres wide and would have been about one hundred metres long I guess, with beautiful clear water over a gravelly bottom. At the end where Colin started to lead us into the water it was very shallow, with a crossing good enough for a four-wheel-drive vehicle to be able to cross easily, then as you rode into the water heading toward the far end of the waterhole it gradually got deeper and deeper.
We all followed our intrepid leader until the water was up over the knees on most of our horses when Damien said, 'Righto, let's play tag!'
'Okay, you're IT,' Colin said as he slapped Damien on the back, then sank his heels into 'Trigger's' sides and bounded away through the water.
The next closest person to Damien was Karen, so he sent his pony in her direction, only to have her evade him easily. Christopher was next in line, so Damien went after him, easily managing to tag him on the back also.
I knew that Christopher wouldn't be very quick, so I urged 'Johnny' on and easily got out of his way, so he went after one of the girls, just managing to slap her on the leg.
And so it went on, around and around we rode. Water was being splashed around everywhere and the air was filled with the shrill laughter of kids having fun.
We decided we would stop once everyone had been tagged once, so after a short while I found that little groups were being formed to try and block this person or that person. I was the second last person to be tagged, which only left Colin as the last man standing.
'Cone on guys, block him!' I called out as I went after him with gusto.
He managed to evade me the first time, but next time round Christopher somehow managed to get on one side of him which I though would give me a good shot at him, but at the last second he propped and turned, evading Christopher and heading toward the deeper water.
'Johnny' seemed to instinctively know what to do, as he bounded away in that direction, almost unseating me. I held on though and went after Colin, who was laughing. 'Johnny' wasn't going to give up though and quickly made up the short distance between Colin and me, soon putting me alongside my instructor.
Colin glanced around and saw me there, right beside him, but even though he could have turned away he didn't. I reached out toward him with my right hand, his near naked body was just inches from my finger tips, then glancing up at his face I could see him smiling. It was almost like he was daring me to have a go.
With one huge effort I brought my left leg up until it was on 'Johnny's' wither, then using my legs I launched myself at Colin, as if I were tackling someone on the football field. I hit him across the shoulders, fastening my arms around his muscly body and catching him by surprise. The force of my impact sent us both flying and we splashed down together in the deeper water on the other side of 'Trigger'.
When we both came up for air I found that I was still clinging to him, with my arms wrapped tightly around his neck and face to face with him. Somewhere in my mind I could hear the others cheering and yelling out, but my mind was elsewhere. Beneath the water I could feel Colin's hands on my body, one hand cupped firmly around my butt, with one of his fingers having slipped inside the elastic of my jocks and just teasing my butt crack, while the other hand was wedged between his stomach and my groin, these fingers gently teasing the head of my rapidly hardening penis. The way I was sitting I could also feel his own hardness just below my butt.
I was in heaven, with all these new thoughts and feelings and sensations I had experienced these past few days sending my brain into overdrive. I could have stayed there with him like that forever, but suddenly I realised what was happening and I looked around anxiously, thinking that the others might be able to see what Colin was doing below the water. Thankfully though the water was by this time all murky and dirty, having been thoroughly stirred up by our riding in it, so nobody could see anything.
'Good boy,' Colin said to me as he held on to me. I wasn't sure whether he was referring to the first game we had played, or the game he was playing with me now. Either way I was still really happy with how the day had turned out.
Moments later Christopher rode up beside us, whoopping and hollering, and Colin and I let go of each other, leaving us both standing in the water.
'Dude, that was awesome,' Christopher said to me, reaching down and slapping me on the back. I looked up at him and smiled.
Somebody else came over leading 'Johhny' and handing his reins to me, while Damien had caught 'Trigger' for Colin.
'We've got to do that again some time,' Damien said. 'That was the most fun I've ever had on horseback.'
One of the girls who rode over to us suddenly stood up on the back of her horse. We looked up at her just as she launched herself into the air, doing a back-flip before landing in the water.
'Woo-hoo,' Christopher yelled out, quickly standing up on the back of his horse and doing the same.
Colin and I started laughing and clambered back up onto our own horses, which was much easier for me to do from in the water than on land.
'All right you lot,' Colin called out once he and I were back on our horses, 'it's time we got out of the water and dried off, before we head back into town.'
There were a few moans from some of the kids, but they all soon followed us out onto the bank to where our clothes and saddles were waiting.
Christopher and I found a spot in the sun, a little way away from the others. I didn't realise it at the time but it was him who had picked the spot and had gently guided me that way, so that we could be alone.
'Ben, I'm so jealous,' he whispered to me when we had lay down on our backs. 'You got to feel him up close.'
I rolled my head sideways and grinned at him.
'And he felt me too,' I whispered back.
'Are you serious?' he replied, propping himself up on one elbow. I nodded, doing the same.
'Oh man! What did he feel like?'
'Hard . . . all over. His body is so muscly. I've never really thought about muscly guys before but they feel . . . they feel so good.'
'Yeah. Don't they just.'
'I'm so glad I came to Camp.'
'Yeah, I'm glad you came too,' he replied, tentatively reaching out and placing his hand in mine.
I quickly glanced around to make sure no one could see us, but it was okay, as the grass around us was high enough to cover it up. I looked at Colin as well. He was sitting in the sun on a log on the other side of our troop and was looking at Christopher and me. I couldn't be sure, but I think he winked at me.
* * * * *
Sitting in the sunshine it didn't take very long for us to all dry off, so soon we were all dressed, back on our horses and heading back in to town.
'Thanks for a great afternoon,' I heard Karen say to Colin as we rode along.
'You're welcome,' he answered. 'I think everyone had a great time. What do you think, Ben?'
'Me? Oh, it was just the best day. Thank you for everything.'
At that Christopher landed a light punch on my shoulder, which only made me laugh.
We were a little late getting back to the Showground, but nobody seemed to care. One of the senior instructors had actually started coming for a drive looking for us but found us on the edge of the town all still laughing and carrying on as we rode along. He pulled up on the road beside us and leant back against the front of his car with his arms folded across his chest as he waited for us.
'It looks like you lot had a good time,' he said as we approached him.
'It was fantastic,' Damien answered. 'We went swimming in the creek with the horses.'
The instructor looked at Colin with his eyebrows raised.
'Yes, it was all good clean fun,' Colin said. 'The kids had a blast.'
With a nod the instructor unfolded his arms and climbed back into his car. I had a feeling that Colin might be going to get in trouble later on, but I don't think he would have been worried if he did. I was pretty sure that Colin enjoyed himself just as much as the rest of us.
After we finished with evening stables we all made our way back up to our dormitories then after collecting our gear we headed for the showers. We found that there was thankfully no one else in the boys showers, but Damien and Harry were with Christopher and I so unfortunately, as much as I had wished for it, it didn't look like it would be just the two of us.
I had hoped that we might give the other two boys a chance to have their showers first, but Christopher boldly led the way straight into the showers, dumped his gear on the bench and started to undress. Damien and Harry looked at the two of us then did the same. I don't know why really, but I was instantly struck with the thought that maybe they had hoped for the same thing.
Somewhat reluctantly I peeled off my clothes and saw that they were doing the same thing, all of us furtively looking around at each other as we did so. By this time Christopher was already standing under a stream of water.
'Come on you lot, get your gear off and get over here,' he said to us. The three of us just laughed at him and did as we were told.
It was the first time that I had seen the other two boys naked in the showers and as discretely as I could I tried to check them out.
They were both about the same age as Christopher I reckoned, which made them a bit older than me, and that was easy to see. Damien was a nuggetty bloke with red hair. He had more hair around his cock than any of us, which also seemed slightly darker than that which was on his head. Harry was a blonde, all over. He was tall and thin and his hair also seemed somewhat thin, although that could have been in part because it was so fair.
It was Christopher who got the conversation rolling while we let the showers wash away the smell of the creek water.
'Man, that was fun this afternoon, wasn't it?' he asked.
'Yeah, the best,' Damien replied.
'I'll say,' Harry added.
The three of them looked at me expectantly.
'Yeah, of course it was,' I added.
'What about that Karen, eh? Stripping down to her undies like that!' Harry said.
'What are you talking about? You did the same,' Damien chided.
'Yeah, but . . .'
'No buts. We all did it and I bet you all loved showing off?' Christopher said.
'Some were happier than others I think,' Damien added. He was looking straight at me as he did so.
'What do you mean? What are you looking at me for?' I asked.
'We all saw you sprouting wood,' Harry said.
Suddenly I felt the heat rising to my cheeks, not to mention other places.
'Don't worry about them,' Christopher said. 'They're just jealous 'cause they can't get any wood yet,' giving me a wink as he did so.
'What?' Damien cried out. 'I've got more wood than you!'
'Prove it!' Christopher demanded.
Suddenly I realised what the wink was for. This seemed to be all part of a plan!
Damien grabbed the soap and started making some lather in his hands, then started rubbing it around his cock. We all watched in amazement.
'You too!' he said to Christopher.
'One in, all in I reckon,' Harry added.
Christopher and I looked at each other and shrugged, then joined in the activities.
'Hey, what about Colin? Man, he has a good body. He must work out or something. And did anyone see him . . . I think he had a stiffy too!' Damien said as we all worked on ourselves.
That seemed to be all the incentive I needed for my cock to instantly come to hand, suddenly growing to full size, and then some. I don't think that I had ever quite had an erection like the one I was suddenly sporting.
'I did better than see it,' I boldly said to them. 'I felt it rubbing against me when he was holding me after I tagged him!'
'You what?' Damien and Harry both said, while at the same time looking down and noticing what I was holding in my hands. Their eyes seemed to jump out of their skulls when they saw my cock.
'Yeah, he had a stiffy all right. And his body is really hard and muscly too,' I added, just for good measure.
Christopher didn't say anything, he just stood back and watched us all. Damien and Harry just seemed to keep watching me, or more correctly, watching my cock.
Pretty soon I was coming to the point where I could feel the pressure building up inside me. I glanced at Christopher and he was leaning against the wall with his eyes closed, just enjoying the moment.
'I'm . . . I'm getting close,' I said to no one in particular.
'Shoot it against the wall,' Christopher said. 'Highest shot wins!'
The other three of us laughed but I obliged and pointed my cock at the wall, as did Christopher, Damien and Harry.
'Here, see if this helps,' Christopher said, grabbing at my arse and letting a finger slip between my cheeks and titillate my bum hole.
The other two boys looked down at where his hand was, bug-eyed at what he had just done. As for me, it was the straw that broke the camels back, being all I needed to be tipped right over the edge.
I arched my back and let out an anguished cry as my semen came shooting out of my cock and hitting the wall in front of us at about the height of my chest. There was only one long spurt, then just a few dribbles which came out over my hand, but still it was the biggest shot I had made this week.
Damien and Harry looked at where my cum had landed, their mouths dropping open. Shortly afterwards Christopher grabbed hold of my shoulder with one hand to balance himself, while still working his cock with his other hand. He gave a few grunts then I saw his body tense as he too shot his load against the wall: three good shots but the highest of these didn’t quite reach my mark.
'Oh man, you guys are pro's,' Harry laughed.
Feeling somewhat emboldened and intoxicated by the whole atmosphere I reached over and placed a hand on Harry’s butt. He looked at me wildly with eyes bulging, but said nothing. I gave his arse cheeks a squeeze and suddenly felt him tense, then moments later arch his back and shoot his cum against the wall.
He came closer to my mark than Christopher, but I was still on top.
'Damo, it's down to you now,' Christopher said, while moving around behind him.
'Don't touch me,' he warned through gritted teeth. Christopher just ignored him and placed his hands on Damien's shoulders, giving him a light massage, as if offering encouragement.
'Come on. Shoot it out,' Christopher whispered into Damien's ear.
With a grunt and a snort Christopher did as he was asked, blowing his load against the wall, but falling short of all three of us.
'And the winner, and reigning Champion is . . . Ben!' Christopher cooed, grabbing one of my arms and hoisting it into the air, just like they do when prize fighters win their fights.
I laughed at him and pulled my arm away from him, then glanced at the others. Harry was laughing along with us, as was Damien, but I got the feeling that he wasn't quite as happy for me as the others.
'Should we wash the wall down?' Harry asked as we finished rinsing ourselves off.
'Nah,' Christopher replied. 'Let it dry so the marks stay there. I reckon some of the other guys will figure out what it is and see if they can't do better!'
We rinsed off and then dried off before dressing and taking our gear back to the dormitory. When we arrived at the mess hall there was still some dinner left so we each had a plate filled with lasagne and salad then headed over to one of the empty tables.
'Can you believe the day we've had,' Christopher said just before he shovelled in some lasagne.
'This is all new to me, but if Pony Camp is like this every year then I'll be back, that's for sure,' I said.
'Well, this is the best one I've been to so far,' Harry said.
'Yeah, it's pretty good, that's for sure,' Damien added.
* * * * *
The rest of the week flew by all too quickly and we soon came to the last night of camp. We had not had any opportunity to add to what we had got up to on the night of the trail ride, but we still had a lot of fun all the same.
For some reason I found myself being treated differently by some of the other guys in camp, which I eventually found out was because I had developed something of a reputation after someone mentioned who had put the highest mark on the wall. I wasn't sure how I felt about that, especially if it became widely known, but it was a good feeling to get slapped on the back by a few of the other boys.
On the second last day of camp they held some of the competitions that wouldn't be held on gymkhana day, then that night they held a presentation night, handing out prizes for the winners of that day's competitions as well as some other awards.
Christopher and I were sitting on the floor not far away from the stage area and he was up and down for ages picking up ribbons for the events he had won that day. I won a couple of ribbons for getting places in some of the events, which I hadn't expected at all, so I was really stoked.
One of the other awards that is given out each year is one for the Most Improved Rider in each of the troops, which I soon found out was always presented to the winner by one of the instructors for that troop.
I looked around and didn't see Mr. Alexander there that night, so I figured that Colin, who was by far my favourite instructor anyhow, would get to do the honours for our troop. Just as I heard him get called up to make the presentation I started getting myself ready to cheer for Christopher of Harry, who I thought were easily the best riders in our troop.
The Chief Instructor for the whole Pony Camp handed Colin a gold coloured medallion on a ribbon, you know, of the type you hang around someone’s neck.
Colin took the award and looked down at it and smiled.
'As you all know, this award is for the rider who has made the most progress throughout the week,' he began, 'so I am pleased to say that the Most Improved Rider for Blue Troop goes to someone attending just their first Pony Camp. He has made a big impression on a lot of us this week and we know that he will do very well in the future. Can Ben Dawson please come up to the stage.'
Everyone turned toward me and started clapping. I couldn't understand why though. It was Christopher who got me to my feet though and propelled me toward the stage.
I heard someone yell out, 'Go, Shooter,' which only caused me to blush. This was the new nickname I had been given these past few days and unfortunately it had stuck. I wondered what I would tell my parents if they asked me what it meant!
On unsteady legs I climbed up the few steps to the stage and headed across toward Colin, who was grinning broadly.
He draped the medal around my neck and then held out a hand to me, which I shook, then I picked up the medallion and looked at it.
'Well done, Shooter. You deserve it, you've done really well this week,' he said to me.
'Thank you,' I replied, then had my hand shaken by the Chief Instructor and the President of the club as well, before I was finally directed back to my seat, helped along by Colin with a caring hand on my shoulder.
I had managed to look down at where my parents were sitting in the crowd, who were both clapping and smiling, and also at Christopher, who gave me the thumbs up sign between clapping his hands. When I finally sat down he even gave me a brief hug, which probably meant the most to me of all the accolades, as I was beginning to have feelings for him which were, as strange as it sounded even to me, for more than just as . . . errr . . . friends.
I suddenly wondered if this was what it felt like to be in love.
When the night was over I met up with my parents, who were both excited that I had done so well.
'And what's this 'Shooter' thing you've picked up?' my father chided.
'Errr . . . I don't know,' I replied. 'It's just something that the others came up with.'
'Well, I must say that you have done well, Ben, your mother and I are both very proud of you.'
'Thanks, Dad.'
'Now do you have everything ready for the gymkhana tomorrow? All your gear clean?'
'Nearly,' I said to him, lying through my teeth.
'All right then, you had best get going and get it all finished off. We'll see you in the morning.'
'Okay.'
They both hugged me and moments later Christopher dragged me away, my medallion still dangling around my neck. When I glanced back at them I saw that Colin had come over to them and was talking to them. I wondered what they might be talking about.
When Christopher and I got outside the hall he quickly dragged me away from where the lights were, around the corner and into the darkness.
'Wha . . .,' I started to say, but he covered my lips with a finger, dragging me further and further away from the hall until we were standing in shadows behind the trunk of a tree and well away from prying eyes.
'I'm glad you won that,' he said to me, as he pushed me back against the tree. 'You deserved it.'
'Oh, I don't know,' I answered.
'You did. You really deserve it. You did really well this week.'
'Thank you.'
'Now I have something for you too,' he added.
'What's that?'
Without saying a word he leant forward and kissed me, which was something that we hadn't done since that brief, startling kiss on the first night.
It was a long and deep kiss and when he broke off I could see a twinkle in his eye.
'I've wanted to do that all week,' he said to me.
'Then why haven't you?' I asked.
'I didn't think you wanted me to . . . not after how you reacted that first night.'
I pulled him close to me again and planted my lips on his. It was a typical twelve year old kiss: amateurish and fumbling, a definite beginners type of kiss, but a kiss none-the-less.
It lasted longer than the first kiss and this time it also involved both our tongues finding their way into each others mouths.
Inside me my head was in a spin and there were butterflies or something stirring up my stomach. Needless to say, it was a kiss that I would remember always.
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