Open Question 1

OPEN QUESTION.

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CHAPTER ONE.

"Want to ring home?"

Brendan's feet ached and his muscles were tired.

"No way. Not when we're this close."

The last five kilometers were looming large though, and Brendan was secretly relieved when they sat for ten minutes with their backs resting against a large gum tree on the road verge. Phillip said he needed a break but he was just being thoughtful.
This was their latest adventure and it had lasted all day. Starting in the morning they'd walked from the farm, up through the hills, then down again, to a ten kilometer trudge round the large reservoir.
They'd stopped a number of times.

The first stop was at a small cove where there was a sandy part hidden from view and they'd stripped to their jocks for a swim and then a rest and dry out in the sun. It felt different swimming like this and Brendan liked it. They'd swum in jocks once before, and sitting on their jeans to dry off, they'd talked and laughed at the memory.
That had been a great adventure a month ago, on a roasting hot summer night, when they climbed a locked gate and walked in the moonlight to the side of this same reservoir. The reservoir was used for water catchment and since you weren't meant to be there it was exciting.
They sat on one of the old tree stumps watching the dark glinting water and Phillip said he wanted to cool down. It was a surprise when he took his shorts off. The water was as warm as anything near the top but if you let your feet dangle deep you hit a cool layer. They splashed round for a while when from across the water there was the sudden revving of a motor. The sound came closer and a bright white light painted the surrounding area. As quick as a flash Phillip pointed to a partially submerged stump and in a moment they were peering from behind it. The Water Board boat came closer, then moved along about thirty meters from the shore with its spotlight searching. Brendan's heart was pounding and they had to carefully move to keep in the changing shadow of the stump. The boat went further along then returned, and all the time they had to wait with their heads kept as low as possible in the water. Brendan was ready to flee but Phillip held his arm. The boat moved away but the light kept flashing back. Phillip's voice was the softest whisper, saying they were still suspicious. Just as well the water was warm because it must have been twenty minutes before they were game to sneak out and grab their clothes. They dressed in the dark shadows further up the bank then moved to escape as stealthily as possible along the shore.

The second stop in their trek around the reservoir was at the head where a creek flowed in, and near some abandoned machinery they'd found a grassy clearing to relax and eat their lunch. Lunch was great. Sandwiches, and three each of the meatballs his mum made.
They were meant to have a rest but Brendan got sick of that and tried a sneak attack. These attacks never worked because Phillip was too strong but it was fun and it made him laugh. Brendan did things sometimes just so he could hear that laugh. It was a sort of snorting noise which seemed to come half out of his mouth and half out of his nose. Robin liked it too and sometimes mimicked it when Phillip wasn't round. The attacks had begun about four years ago when Phillip started coming to the farm for meals. This time it had ended with a knee squishing into his stomach till he promised to behave himself.

"Are you hungry?"

Brendan was starving, but he'd have to put up with that since the walk had taken longer than they planned.

"Ring your mum anyway Brendan, so she knows we're okay. We were meant to be at your place an hour ago."

Brendan rang but his mum wasn't surprised because they were always late and she said their meal would be ready in another hour.

***

Brendan had his shower then lay in bed thinking about the day. Eighteen kilometers and only half of it was along roads. It was their biggest walk yet. Boring school tomorrow. Why couldn't it be weekend all week?

***

"Yo Brendan, did you yank it last night?"

Damn. Martin was here. He'd stay at the computer for ages and not even think of giving Brendan a turn. Brendan didn't like him much but there wasn't anything he could do about it because he was there so often. Phillip felt sorry for him because of all the fights he had with his parents and was always trying to help him with his school work. He even had the downstairs key for a place to stay if he didn't want to be at home. Brendan knew he was really here to try and get Robin to have sex with him, and to use the net too, like now.

"Are you using the computer for long?"

Brendan ignored the question about yanking. Martin was always saying crude stuff, but never when Phillip was there, and ever since the day they'd gone on a trip to the beach and he'd seen Brendan in the changing room, he'd kept on with his Donkey Dong and Bull Ball comments. It was really annoying, and much worse when Robin was there. Robin was nice.

"Yeah, I just got here."

"Oh, okay, I'd better go then. I have to walk home."

"Hey, what are you doing on Friday night?"

He'd just gone all friendly.

"Nothing."

"Want to have a few drinks? Robin will get them for us."

"I don't think so."

"Go on. Robin likes you being there, and we can stay the night."

That made it different. Brendan wasn't really interested in drinking with Martin but Robin often shared a drink with him and he'd never say no to her.

"Well ok, what time then?"

"Nine."

Brendan knew that Robin had an afternoon shift on Fridays and wouldn't get home till about eight o'clock. Good, he'd come at seven and download music.

"Look at this. What do you reckon?"

Porn. It took another ten minutes to get away. Just as he reached the door Martin ran after him.

"You got $30? We'll need it for our share of the drinks and stuff."

That seemed like a lot but Brendan fished in his wallet and handed it over.

***

On Wednesday, Brendan went round to Mike's place to help dig a big drainage trench and ended up staying for tea. Mike was Phillip's long-time friend and always fed him and gave him lifts home.

"Over the back through the hills Mike, then all along the other side of the reservoir. It was eighteen kilometers but I'd put it equivalent to about twenty-five with all the bush bashing. It was a practice walk for our big hike to the Fortress."

Brendan listened keenly while Phillip and Mike talked about good places they'd been in the Grampians, where the upcoming hike would be, then for a time the conversation switched to an accident one of Mike's patients had been involved in.

"Are you coming round on Saturday to help with the concreting?"

"I can't Mike. I'll be away all weekend. ..Brendan might be able to?"

"Sure, I mightn't get here till about eleven o'clock though."

Brendan knew he might need a sleep-in on Saturday morning but he would never let them down. Mike was tired so they left early and Brendan got a lift to his front gate.

***

Just after eight o'clock Robin's wagon came down the drive so Brendan left the computer, which for once he had to himself, and went out to greet her.

"Brendan."

She flew out of the car and wrapped her arms round for a big friendly hug. She always did it like this, with a big yell and a hug as if they hadn't seen each other for ages.

"Coffee, coffee, coffee."

She unlocked the door to the little four room section of the house that was hers, well she was renting it, and gave him another big hug.

"My Farm Boy. What's happening?"

Typical, Martin hadn't even contacted her. Well, he'd turn up.

"Martin said we're having drinks."

"Martin? Right. ...Coffee?"

She had a funny look. Brendan couldn't figure it out. Sometimes she acted like Martin was the sexiest thing she'd ever seen, and sometimes she was the opposite, like now. She'd be laughing and carrying on as soon as he arrived though. She moved about quickly, having her coffee and chattering about her day's work.

"Are we saving water tonight Robin?"

Brendan followed her and had the bathroom door slammed in his face. The same thing always happened. They'd been in a shop on one of their trips and when she saw a sign that said to shower together and save water he'd bought it for her. Five minutes later there was a shriek and she rushed past and into her bedroom wrapped in a big towel. Half an hour later Martin arrived and the music started.

"Party! Party!"

"Party! Party!"

Martin yelled and Robin answered. It would happen over and over during the night, whenever one of them thought something was fun. It was also the signal for the first round of drinks and Brendan watched Martin set up three glasses of vodka and squash. Robin called it her party special and the only other drink for the night would be apple cider. With Martin's blend it wasn't long before they were all smiling, and out of nowhere Martin made the party yell. He opened his day-pack and got his tobacco pouch. He was always smoking so that wasn't unusual but then he waved a little plastic bag in the air. So that was where the money went? No wonder he wanted $30. Without asking Martin rolled a joint for each of them then led the way up to the back veranda. Brendan had had marijuana before and enjoyed a few puffs. Martin knew things like that and he pushed when Brendan said he didn't want any.

"You like it."

That was true, but he was used to sharing, not a whole joint.

"Party! Party!"

"Party! Party!"

"Come on Brendan. Don't spoil the party."

Twenty minutes later Brendan was feeling great. The music was loud and the three of them were dancing, kind of dancing anyway, mostly together but sometimes doing a single turn while the others cheered and encouraged. Robin loved dancing and was always the one starting something different. Brendan did too, but more the energetic kind of jumping around. Martin was a poser, at least that's what Brendan thought. He knew a couple of things and was always repeating them as if he was the best.

"The chest. Let's see the chest."

That was Robin. She was always teasing him about his sexy farm boy chest. Off came the shirt, with Robin laughing and helping him pull it over his head. She bumped him hip to hip, went behind and then wrapped her arms round and held his pecs.

"Make a muscle. Make a muscle."

Brendan taughtened his pecs and Robin pretended it was too much for her, but not before squeezing them a few times. Martin pulled his own shirt off then gave Robin a hip bump so she'd grab his pecs. She did it and after that Martin went down on his knees in front of her like he was begging.

"The chest. The chest."

He held his hands like he was praying.

"Please, please. Pretty please."

Robin was laughing. So was Brendan, because everything happening was funny. One button, two buttons, three buttons, off came her shirt. That was even funnier but then Brendan's eyes popped when she took off her bra as well. Martin jumped behind her and without doing the hip bump, grabbed her boobs. She let him do it then pulled away.

"Brendan, Brendan, save me."

She pulled Brendan close then rested her back against his chest and pulled his arms round her stomach. Martin made the party call.

"Party! Party!"

Robin called out the same in reply.

"Higher. Higher."

Martin lifted his hands in demonstration with each of his calls and Robin lifted Brendan's hands to follow.

"Higher. Higher."

On the third call Brendan's hands were holding her boobs. They were very soft.

"Pinkie and Perky."

"What?"

"Pinkie and Perky. Don't you know them? Hello Pinky... Hello Perky."

Martin said that in a squeaky voice which made Robin laugh.

"Pinkie... Perky."

In the same squeaky voice he kept saying it while he moved in and took Brendan's place.

"Hello Pinkie."

His fingers pulled and pushed so that Robin's right nipple bobbled up and down.

"Hello Perky."

This time he made her left nipple bobble up and down as if in reply.

Robin was shrieking and Brendan was laughing.

"Are you happy Pinkie?"

Pinky moved up and down.

"Are you happy Perky?"

Perky moved sideways.

"That's bad. Tell me why not?"

Perky moved sideways again.

"Will you whisper?"

Perky went up and down and Martin let go then rubbed his ear on Perky.

"Miss Perkie wants to meet Mister Perky."

Martin pointed at Brendan's groin. Robin shrieked then dived for her chair and swallowed some drink. Brendan shook his head. Martin put his hand down the front of his jeans, unzipped and poked a finger out. He then waggled it left and right.
That looked so rude, but so funny. Martin rolled more joints and they didn't even take them outside. Robin jumped up.

"The Irish jig. Brendan, we have to see your Irish jig."

She changed the CD to the Irish music Brendan liked then clapped and copied some of the steps he was doing. Tried to copy, she wasn't steady enough on her feet. At the end of the track Martin took something from his day pack and handed it to Robin.

"My God. Oh My God. The shorts. Please Brendan. You will won't you?"

On the last New Year's Eve Brendan had leapt so hard with the Irish jig that his shorts had split and ever since Robin had made a big deal about getting replays. She handed them over and Brendan went to the bathroom to put them on. They were way too small but they kept calling for him so he struggled into them. There was already a split and when Brendan did his first leap it ripped even further. By the time the track was halfway through they were practically falling off. Martin came over with a full bottle of drink and stopped the CD.

"You're too good. Down. Down."

In a moment Brendan was on his back with his head on the carpet and his mouth agape. The rule was that you weren't allowed to spill anything after the bottle was put in your mouth. He swallowed the drink then started the jig.

"Too good still. Down. Down."

The second bottle went down and he tried the jig again. The third bottle was the last thing he remembered.

***

Brendan stirred and wished he hadn't. His dick felt funny but he faded out. Next time he stirred he felt movement. Where was he? He couldn't work it out. There was another movement and something tightened on his dick. Consciousness battled to win and he struggled to sit up. He pushed the hand away at the same moment he realised it was Martin.

"What are you doing?"

"Waking up Mister Perky. -You said ten o'clock."

More awareness pushed its way in. He was on a mattress with only a sheet. Suddenly the sheet disappeared and Brendan scrambled to cover himself. Where were his clothes?

"What do you want to drink?"

"Water."

"Wake him up first."

"What?"

"Mister Perky. You said you would last night."

Martin walked into the kitchen with the sheet. Brendan took a cushion because there was nothing else. He tried to work it out till Martin came in with a glass of water.

"What are you talking about?"

"Mister Perky. Don't you remember?"

Brendan couldn't remember a thing, not after the Irish dancing at any rate.

"You were brilliant last night Brendan. You told us everything. Well, Mister Perky did."

"What's this Mister Perky stuff?"

"Do you remember Pinkie and Perky?"

Brendan swallowed the water.

"Mister Perky came out and started talking back to them."

Brendan shook his head. Martin went to that day pack of his.

"He did. Look."

His mobile phone came out and after a few button pushes there was a clear picture of Brendan with his dick poking above his jocks and held by his fingers.

"He told us you were gay too. We didn't believe it at first."

Brendan felt horrible. He wanted this to go away and he shook his head again.

"Look at this one. You put on a show for me after Robin went to bed."

That was much worse. He was standing with his hands on his hips and a full erection. Brendan reached for the mobile but Martin held it away.

"Wipe all those out."

"What for? You haven't even woken Mister Perky up yet."

"Why do you keep talking about this waking up?"

"You don't remember that either? That's what this one was."

He held up the same picture.

"Go on. You got me to do it for you last night."

"I did not."

"And you groped me when we were in bed."

Brendan shook his head again. He couldn't have been in bed with Martin.

"You spoilt everything last night Brendan. When you got sick we had to clean you up and Robin went to bed by herself so I had nowhere else to sleep."

Every time Martin opened his mouth Brendan heard something worse.

"Go on. Wake him up and I'll wipe out all the photos and tell you what you did. What's the big deal anyway? You liked waking him up last night."

What had happened? It couldn't be right. But there was that photo, both those photos. Brendan tried to think.

"Did I do anything else?"

"Stacks. Look."

Another photo appeared. This time with Brendan's hand squeezing his dick. Martin worked the buttons again.

"There, that one's gone. Give yourself a yank and I'll wipe another one."

Brendan couldn't think. He had to find out though. He had to get those pictures wiped. He reached behind the cushion.

"Hey, without the cushion."

The cushion dropped, and feeling weird, Brendan pulled on his dick. Martin looked at his phone.

"Which one? Mister Perky, or the wake up one?"

"Ah. ...the wake up one."

"Keep going while I get rid of it."

"What happened after I got sick?"

"You wanted more pot. It's why you got so randy."

"Randy?"

"Pot makes some people randy. You're one of them."

"Was Robin there?"

"Not when we were wanking. She went to bed after we gave you a shower. Is Mister Perky waking up?"

"No."

"Try rubbing like you did last night."

Brendan rubbed a couple of times then felt a churn of anger.

"Why are you making me do this?"

"It's just fun. To see if you're still game, or if you'll only do it when you're drunk."

The word fun was the trigger. The churn turned to a huge rush and he leapt forward. It caught Martin totally by surprise and the phone was gone. Brendan strode to the kitchen where there was a patch of bare concrete floor and raised his arm high.

"Tell me what happened or it's gone."

The change in Martin was instant. He flashed from his pushy manipulating manner into a friendly buddy.

"Hey. ...Brendan. No worries. It's just mucking round. We had a great night last night."

"What happened?"

"No big deal. You remember how Pinky and Perky talked don't you? Well they started again and when Perky said she wanted to see Mister Perky you whipped him out. Then he answered lots of questions and told us you were gay. You had another drink but it was too much. You made it to the toilet but when you spewed you missed and some of it went down your front and on the floor. We cleaned you up in the shower and sat you down to recover. Robin washed the floor but it made her feel sick and she went off to bed. After that you had another smoke and whacked yourself. We both did after all the pot. When I acted like I was gay too, we both thought it was so funny we groped each other a few times and then went to bed."

The blood slowly stopped thundering as Brendan listened with intense concentration.

"What about this waking up stuff just now?"

"When we were acting gay you said you'd do it this morning. We were both drunk."

"What about these photos? Why did you take them?"

"That was your idea. Just wipe them out."

"Where are my clothes?"

"In the bathroom where you took them off, except for your jocks. We threw those in the rubbish because of the chunder on them."

The rage dwindled and Brendan went through all the photos, checking each one and erasing it in turn. His jeans, runners and socks were in the bathroom and his shirt was in the little lounge room. He stalked out of the flat, up the drive then ducked off into the bush on the next-door neighbor's property. For over an hour he went through it in his mind, over and over, angry and upset. He didn't like Martin knowing he was gay. The story did sound real though and doing what he did this morning was exactly the kind of thing Martin would think of as a joke. Brendan had to go. He was nearly an hour late for helping with the concreting. Mike asked him if everything was all right as soon as he walked in and Brendan wondered if his thoughts were showing on his face. The work was hard but he felt better as time went on and Mike kept praising him for what he was doing. They had a great meal then Brendan walked back to Phillip's house to see if Robin was home. Her lights were on. If Martin was there he wasn't going in. Martin wasn't.

"Brendan. Brendan."

Robin rushed over and gave the usual hug. It felt better than usual. What was she thinking?

"Coffee? Tea? Something else? How did you feel this morning?"

Brendan didn't want anything to drink and they sat next to each other on the old blue sofa.

"I'm never going to drink that much again. Work was awful and I had to drink gallons of coffee. I'm so tired and I'm going to bed soon. What time did you wake up Brendan?"

She leaned against him like she often did when they were talking.

"About ten, then I did concreting at Mike's. Did I get sick last night?

She nodded.

"We gave you a shower."

"What else happened?"

"We partied. Don't you remember?"

"I remember dancing with our shirts off."

"Do you remember Pinky and Perky talking to you?"

She gave a little nudge which let Brendan know she wanted to hear.

"Um. ...Yes."

"Oh My God. I thought you would. We were laughing our heads off. What about dancing in your jocks after the shorts fell to pieces?"

"They fell to pieces? I remember the big split. Did they come right off?"

"Blue jocks Brendan. Blue jocks. Then Mister Perky popped out."

"Mister Perky?"

"Oh My God."

She touched her left boob and looked down at Brendan's groin.

"This is Miss Perky and that's Mister Perky. You and Martin didn't plan that? You popped him out and made him talk to us. I thought it was a plan to shock me."

"I really did that? In front of you?"

"Yes, it was hilarious. We had him answering questions from Pinky and Perky."

Brendan didn't say anything.

"It was good fun Brendan. We were partying."

"What did I say?"

"You said you were gay. It was great fun."

Brendan couldn't say anything even though Robin was obviously waiting for him to talk about the non-existent plan.

"Who's idea was it, yours or Martin's? I bet it was Martin. ...Brendan? What is it?"

She sat up straight and stared while Brendan made an effort at holding in his feelings.

"I was drunk. It wasn't a joke."

Well. He'd said it. All day he'd been thinking and he knew he should, before Martin let it out the next time they were all together. Now he waited for Robin's reaction.

"Oh My God."

She grabbed him with one of her huge hugs which somehow made the feelings break through. Moisture welled in his eyes and she hugged even tighter.

"It doesn't matter. You're still my Farm Boy. It's all right to be gay. Lots of people are."

Relief washed through and the hug continued for a long moment. It was a real comfort.

"...You didn't want anyone to know did you?"

"Martin knows. I wish he didn't."

Robin relaxed the hug and went thoughtful.

"Me too. You can't trust him. It'll be like a game to him."

Brendan was quite shocked.

"You don't trust him? He's your friend."

"I like him Brendan. But he's not a real friend like you. He gets fun things happening like last night. You have to admit we just about wet ourselves from laughing, and he's sexy too ... I can't stay away from sexy guys but if I wasn't here he'd forget about me and find someone else. Did you see him this morning?"

"He woke me up."

"What did he say?"

"Um. ...He wanted me to get excited in front of him."

"Oh My God. Oh My God."

That was her response to anything unusual.

"What did you do?"

"I nearly smashed his phone. He took photos."

Robin grabbed Brendan's hand.

"What happened?"

"He got all friendly then. You know how he turns on the charm. He said it was all a joke and I erased all the photos and gave his phone back."

"My God. Did you get angry?"

"Yes, really angry."

"I wish you didn't. That would be exciting for him. I bet he'll try something else to see if you get angry again. We used to call it a windup at school. You know what I mean don't you?"

Brendan did. That often happened at his own school.

"Act like you always do. He doesn't know you don't like him, and be very careful not to get on his bad side. That's when I wouldn't trust him."

They talked and talked then Brendan said he had to go home. Robin wanted to drive him but he said he needed to walk so he could think. After a final hug Brendan walked along the drive then sneaked back to the upstairs part of the house where Phillip lived, and quietly let himself in. At least Martin didn't have a key for there. Mike was the only other one who did. He wished Phillip was home. He wouldn't tell him though. Brendan took his shoes off to walk quietly and he had to leave the lights off too, or else Robin would wonder who was upstairs. He used the phone in the study and put a message on the answering machine for his mum, saying he'd been concreting at Mike's and he'd be home in the morning. He walked through the dark house to Phillip's bedroom and sat thinking on the bed. Robin had amazed him. She thought almost exactly the same way about Martin as he did. He never would have guessed that from the way she usually acted.
How weird was last night? Robin had explained how Martin really did have a plan but Brendan had mucked it up, first by saying he was gay and second by getting sick. For the last few weeks he'd been dropping hints to Robin about a three-way with Brendan, saying he was a virgin and they'd both be able to show him things and make his first time really good.
Brendan took his clothes off and slipped into Phillip's bed.

END OF CHAPTER 1.

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