Date: Fri, 19 May 2006 17:00:58 +1200 From: Tim Brooks Subject: Hot To Trot This material is owned by Dionysos and may not be made public in any way or form without his express permission. The following story deals with situations that you may or may not be allowed to read about depending on your age or how uptight the place you live in is. Enjoy it even so. I am addicted to fanmail. Send praise, requests and anything else to gahom4@hotmail.com Folks call it the Outback. I `ave to figure out one day out back of what it is. Can't be Sydney. Them city folk are a million miles away and never come this far west. `s far as I see it, we're on our own here. The town I live in is small, cattle and horse country. Nothing much happens. The Kelly Gang came through here once, years ago, but I was too young ta remember it. It's a shame. I love hearing stories `bout Ned Kelly. He was a real something. A regular Outback hero. I do remember when they strung `im up. I cried, until me brother Angus said I shouldn't. It was the first time I saw a newspaper. Couldn't read it yet. I was seven. Angus read it to me. I can read now. I'm eleven and Angus `s seventeen. Angus and me, we're best friends. We got three sisters, and I luv `em all, but Angus and I actually go out and do things together. The lasses just sit at home and do the washing and the knittin'. We go riding a lot, Angus and me, up the hills and through the bush with the white trees, and sometimes to the swimming hole up at Billakooka. He'd take me on his horse first, and I'd sit close to him and feel both his warm hands on me chest. Angus only needs his legs to tell Chestnut where to go. He's tha' good. Later I got me own horse, Dan, and we'd go riding together, like we were part of the Kelly gang or something. Sean and Angus and Ned Kelly. We're riding again today. Ma's gone into town with the girls to buy somethin', and pa's building a new house for the chickens. He doesn't want our help. Said we'd just muck it up. So we're off to the swimming hole again, Angus and I, for it's such a warm day. I'm very excited as I open the stable door to get the horses. But Dan's not going anywhere today. One of his legs is all swollen and the hoof's full o' puss. Smells awful. "Stepped in something, I bet," says Angus, and pretty soon he's cleaning the pus away. He's good at taking care o' the horses too. "Are we still going swimmin', Angus?" I ask him. "Of course," he says. "But Dan can't come with us. He needs to heal for a couple of days. You'll have to come with me on Chestnut." I smile. Riding on the same horse again, like we used to. It'll be great. Angus gets on Chestnut first, and then helps me up onto the saddle in front of him. I feel his calloused as he pulls me up. Strong from workin', but not as hard as pa's. The saddle's not that big. I have to sit right near Angus and push against him a bit. "So me nuts don't get mashed by the front o' the saddle," I explain to him. He smiles. "Sit as close as you want, little brother," and he ruffles my hair, at the same time giving Chestnut the end of his boot. We're off. For what seems like hours we ride, and I'm luvin' it for the most part. The hills are beautiful in summer, and the flowers are blooming. But the long ride's hell on me bottom. It feels very tired by the time we get to the swimming hole. "Ya, that saddle wasn't made for two, `specially now that you're such a strapping young lad," says me brother. The compliment makes me grin. "But the water will wake yer arse right up again, and cool it too." I kick off me boots and strip off me trousers quickly. I'm eager for relief. Just before I pull my cotton shirt over my `ead I see Angus looking at me kind of oddly. He jus' stares at me, like, for what seems like no reason. But I've seen that kind of look before. Many of the older boys in town get it when they're looking at the lasses. Pa has it too, sometimes, with ma. But not that often. So now me shirt's gone and I'm naked like the Holy babe, as the priest says. Angus doesn't have that look anymore. "Come on," he says. "Let's cool that bum of yours down." We spend what feels like hours in the swimming hole, protected by shady trees. The water's nice and cool, and I soon forget the hard ride. Angus and I splash each other, and chase each other, and laugh `till our bellies hurt. At one time I dive down between his legs, come up behind `im and throw me arms around his neck. Then Angus reached behind himself and grabs a hold of my buttocks, and so carries me out of the water. I like the way his strong hands feel on me bum. "Enough for now, Sean. Me legs are tired from treadin' so much water." "I didn't know you ever got tired, Angus. You're so strong." I make him smile again. `s not hard. "Aye, but even the strong need rest and relaxation, my wee brother." "I'm not wee!" I remind him. "I have to, though." Angus laughs and I disappear behind a dry, brown bush to drain me pisser. When I return Angus is laying stretched out on a rock next to the water, lettin' the sun dry his curly blonde hair. `is left hand is above his eyes, to block the bright sun. His right is on his dickie, playin' with it, rubbin' it. Dickie's the wrong word for it, really. Dick's better. Angus is hung like half a horse. His mates used to laugh about it, said he'd get all the lasses for sure. Funny, I've never seen `im with one. Angus is pullin' back the foreskin now, showin' the head to the whole wide world. He puts his right thumb on the tip, and I see something glistenin'. What? I want to see closer. So I walk back to the swimming hole and sit next to `im on the rock. `Cause of the sun it takes him a while to notice me. When he does `e quickly lets go of his langer, but it stays standin' straight up, pointin' to the blue sky. "Ya don't have ta stop, Angus," I reassure him. "Not on my account." He sits up a bit, looks at me. "You don't mind?" "No, I don't. In fact, I rather like it." I don't know where that last part came from. It just sort of slipped out. But it's true. Angus' dick is long and red and there really is somethin' on the tip, it looks like sweat, and it interests me. "Well... I'll continue then, if you like it." And he does, tracing the sweaty bit around the head. But he doesn't continue for long before he turns to me again. "Sean, if you really like, maybe you want ta take over. Me arms are quite tired from the swimmin' too." I don't hesitate. Angus' thick cock has my complete attention. I put my hand on it and squeeze. Angus jumps up, startled. "Easy does it, mate. You're not milkin' a cow here," he says. "Well, not really." `E shows me how to do it the way he likes it, grabbing hold just under tha head -- but not too tightly -- and then pullin' the foreskin down, and up, and down again. I quickly get into the rhythm. `Tis not too different from milkin' cows, no matter what Angus says. He's beginning to breathe harder now, like he's been runnin' or something. I ask Angus if he's alright and he is. "You're doing great," he says, "you'll get me shootin' soon enough." I'm not sure what he means by that. We didn't bring any rifles. But soon I understand. Angus' `ole body tenses, he gasps and moans, and then a spurt of white stuff shoots out o' his dick. Most of it lands on his belly, but a bit ends up on me face. I wipe it off and sniff it. "That's me ejaculate," explains Angus. "It's what makes babies." "You mean.." "Yeah, Sean. Just like how the horses do it." "Bleedin' Jesus! Pa never told me about this." "He's not like that. But I'll tell you all ye need to know." And that's how we spend the next hour or so, me asking questions about the body and babies and dirty things, and Angus answering as best he can. He doesn't know much about girls' bodies, but tha's alright `cause I don't much care to know about them either. All this talk gets me excited, and my dickie starts to get hard like Angus' was. His is halfway there again as well. "You think, Angus," I ask hesitantly, "that we might do it again?" "We could. But there's other stuff I want ta show you as well." "Like what?" "Lie back on the rock and you'll see." I do what Angus tells me, stretching out on my back, my dickie straight up like the trees around the swimming hole, but no' nearly as big. I have to cover me eyes against the sun, so I don't see Angus as he bends down between me legs. I feel `im instead. It's wet and soft and loverly, and I sigh. "What's ye doin', Angus?" I ask eventually, and he takes a while to answer. I hear a squelchy smackin' sound as he lets go of me cock. "I was puttin' me mouth on yer dick, Sean. Sucking it, it's called. Ya like it? Want me to keep going?" "Yes, please." I've barely said the words when he's on me cock again, sucking in the whole four inches, then pullin' the foreskin back with his fingers and licking all sides of the exposed head. His tongue touches the slit and I shiver with pleasure in the heat. "Ah...tha's good, Angus...mmm...keep goin'..." But he doesn't. He drops me cock out of his mouth and pulls me up to sit. He faces me now, and his grin is huge. "If ya like that, ye'll like this too," he tells me. I've got na time to ask him what he's doin', `cause immediately I feel somethin' proddin' at me butt. I lean back a bit to give Angus easier access to my hole. He's stickin' a finger in me butt! It feels strange, like I should be poopin', but I don't. "Just opening ye up, little brother," says Angus. "This is just the beginning." `Tis. Angus takes out his finger and sticks in somethin' else. It's bigger, longer, and...aaah, I feel like I'm bein' ripped apart, like I'm a piece of old shirt ma rips up to make a washcloth. I look up. Angus is above me, blockin' out the sun. His face is red and `e is sweatin' like a bull. He moans and sighs, harder and harder and... And the feelin' is changin'. I feel full now, filled up and warm, and good. Angus bends down and kisses me and suddenly I'm shittin' meself but I'm not. It's something else. Somethin's shooting into me hole. It's warm and odd. Me brother pulls out of me and lies down next to me on the rock. I see his cock's all covered in white goo, the same goo tha's now fallin' out of me arsehole. So that's what he stuck in me. Just like the horses do. We lie there for some time. The ejaculate, as Angus called it, dries on our skin an' on the rock. I feel warm and good. "Angus?" "Yeah, Sean." "Ye think Ned Kelly did things like this?" Me brother smiles again. "I'm sure `e did. All that time in the bush with only Joe Byrne and his brothers to keep him company..." I stand, and walk over to Chestnut. Angus follows. "Then I want to do as the Kelly gang did," I tell him. "On the horse?" "Wouldn't be like the Kellys otherwise, would it?" I grin at Angus, and he grins back. And so we ride, naked as Adam, me brother in the saddle and me on him, his cock deep in me arse, until the sun begins to set and we go back to get our clothes. And today, more than any day before, I feel like I'm part of Ned's gang. Because I'm part of me brother. And `e is part of me.