Westpoint Tales
by Kiwi
Going Back - 4
Next morning, at breakfast in the hotel dining-room, the old man was full of his plans for the day. The seals! They'd have to go out and see the seal colony. They'd do that first, before the day got too hot. Then, maybe they'd take a leisurely drive down to Charlestown and back. They could come back past the cement works. He'd never seen the cement works; it was still being built when he had left.
After that, they'd drive up to the old coalmines up on the plateau to the north of the town. While they were out there, they could drive up through the settlements along the coastal strip. Then, later, back in town he was going to see if the people in the house would let him come in for a look at his old family home.
Nathan smiled and nodded and concentrated on his breakfast. He'd go along, for the ride, but all these places meant nothing to him. From what he'd seen so far, any collection of half a dozen houses was called a town in New Zealand. God! This was an empty country.
When finished eating, they stood to go but the old man gathered up the dishes and headed off to the kitchen with them.
"Grandfather, you don't have to do that. Leave them for the staff. That's what they get paid for."
"It doesn't hurt to be nice, Nathan. Won't take a minute."
It didn't. It took half an hour.
Back up in his room, waiting, Nathan was making his own plans for the day. He'd missed out with the boy - Cameron - yesterday, but there'd be other gay kids around in a town this size.
His grandfather came running back up, all excited and breathless.
"There you are! There's been a change of plans. There's somewhere we have to go now. It's only a few yards away."
"We've got to go where?"
"Come and see."
They went down and out of the hotel, diagonally across the intersection to the other side of Russley Street, opposite the park, and a couple of houses along from the corner.
"This is so exciting! I never thought. I never dreamt . . ."
Nathan couldn't remember when he'd seen his grandfather so excited. He was getting old and pretty slow these days, but not now. He was struggling to keep up with him.
They turned in to a little old two-storied house and the old man went up and rang the front doorbell. Nathan stood back behind him, looking around. He could see the statue in the park across the road and he nodded at it.
"Good morning, many-times Great Grandfather."
'Hey! Wait a minute - this is that Cameron's house isn't it?'
The door opened and an old man stood there looking at them. A little, bald-headed and stooped-over, old man. Nathan's grandfather had a grin from ear-to-ear on his wrinkled old face.
"Hello Kim," he said. "Wanna come out and play?"
The old man - Kim - peered at him and suddenly he had a huge grin as well.
"Danny? Ohmigod, it is! Danny!!! Shit, you've got old."
"Old man yourself. Do I get a hug? You have forgiven me, haven't you?"
"Danny. Oh Danny! Of course I have. Of course you do!"
He stepped forward and they grabbed on to each other - both laughing and crying at the same time. Nathan smiled as he watched them. Over their shoulders he could see a pale, white face. The boy, Cameron, was watching them from out of the shadows inside.
'This could be interesting.'
Cameron stood horrified, looking past the two old men at the boy - at THAT boy - standing outside his house. Damm! He did not want to see him again. He hoped that they wouldn't come inside. Maybe they'd go away and leave them alone.
But, alas, they didn't and they did. They didn't go away and they did come inside. At his granddad's urging, they came in and sat in the front room- the room that was only used for special occasions. Apparently, this was one of them.
They sat around while the two grandfathers caught up on the missing years, delighted in their reunion and grinned at each other. The grandsons sat quietly watching the old men, and each other.
After an hour or so, Granddad Kim said, "You boys must be getting bored. Why don't you go for a walk around town - get to know each other."
"Oh, we've already met," Nathan grinned. "I saw quite a lot of Cameron yesterday."
Cameron blushed, of course. He got up and left the room, closely followed by Nathan. He paused at the foot of the stairs, he had intended to go up there but he couldn't. Nathan-the-Horrible was right there and he was NOT going to let him go up there to his sanctuary.
"Bastard. What did you say that for?"
"What did I say what for? That I saw a lot of you? Come on, Man, it was a joke. They didn't know what I meant."
"Some joke! I knew what you were saying and it was not funny."
"I thought it was."
"You would."
Cameron pushed past him and went through the house and out to the backyard, closely followed by his nemesis.
"Why don't you fuck off and leave me alone?"
"Come on, Pretty Boy. You know you want me really."
"Want you? I want you to drop dead!"
"No you don't. Not unless you're into that sex with the dead shit. Necrophilia - whatever."
"Yuck! I wouldn't do it with you, dead or alive."
"Oh, but you're going to. Right here, right now."
He grabbed him and pulled him into the shrubbery under the trees at the side of the yard. Cameron struggled futilely. Nathan was bigger and stronger than he was.
"Granddad! Grand. . ." His cry for help was cut off by Nathan's hand clamping over his mouth.
"Now you listen to me, you little Sissy," Nathan hissed through clenched teeth "If you don't stop this stupid struggling, I'm going to punch your fucking lights out! Right. That's better. Now we'll carry on where we left off yesterday. Get down and suck my dick and then I'm going to fuck you."
"No! I won't. Not now, not ever."
"Oh, but you will because if you don't, I'm going to tell the grandfathers that we've already fucked - up in my room, yesterday."
"They wouldn't believe you anyway. It'd be your word against mine."
"My word and your camera. You have still got that, haven't you? I'll bet you haven't deleted them - all the pretty pictures you took of me and the ones of you. Photos of you, dancing around, stark bollocking naked, up in my room. Who are they going to believe, once they've seen them?"
Damm! Trapped. Of course he hadn't deleted them. Now he so wished that he had, but he hadn't.
Cameron started crying - tears of frustration. He really did not want to do this. He did not want to have sex with this bullying creep. But, how could he get out of it?
"I won't. You can get fucked."
"No, Pretty Boy, you're going to get fucked. Come on, Sissy, you know you want it. Make it easy on yourself and you're going to love it."
He grabbed him again and started pushing him to his knees.
Shannon dropped over the fence and stood tall. "Enough," he snarled.
Nathan backed off and looked at him. "Who the fuck are you?"
"Cameron's mate and you're not. I've heard enough and you can just fuck off now."
"I don't think so."
"Well, I do."
Shannon hit him - he punched him in the eye. Nathan reeled and then he came back roaring. Shannon met him with a rapid one, two, three. An uppercut to the jaw lifted his head, a solid punch in the guts doubled him forward, a blow to the back of his head slammed him to the ground and the fight was over.
"Pussy! All talk, as usual." He turned to Cameron who was standing there like he'd been stunned as well.
"You okay, Cam?"
"Wow! Shannon. . I. . umm. . ."
Red-faced and teary eyed, he fled inside, raced up he stairs to his attic and slammed and locked the door behind him. He flopped into old armchair, curled up and cried.
Five minutes later, the handle rattled and there was a knock on the door.
"Go away. Leave me alone."
"It's me, Shannon. Open the door, Cameron."
"No! Go away, Shannon."
"I'm not going away. Come on Cameron - Cam. Please. Open the door. It's not me you're mad at.
No, it wasn't. He got up and unlocked the door. Shannon came in and stood looking at him. His head tilted to one side and he had a quizzical look as he studied Cameron's tears. He held his hands up and opened his arms in an invitation.
Cameron fell into his embrace and hugged him fiercely as he sobbed over his shoulder. Shannon stood quietly holding him and rubbing his back as he let him get it out. When he'd calmed down, they broke apart and half-grinned at each other.
"You all right, Cam?"
"Yes, I'm okay. Thanks Shannon. Thanks for dealing to that bastard."
"I did, didn't I?" Shannon grinned widely. "Years of boxing lessons finally paid off. Damm, my hand hurts though."
"Yeah. Well, thanks. Where is he now?"
"He's gone. I told him to come back anytime he wants more of the same."
"My hero."
"That's me." The grin switched off and he suddenly looked serious. "Is that true - what he was saying? You're gay?"
"Does it matter? Oh, what the hell - yes it's true. I'm gay."
"You are? Cool. Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because I couldn't. How do you tell your best friend that you're gay?"
"It's easy. Watch my lips. I'm gay, Cam."
"What? You're gay? Are you serious?"
"Very serious. I'll tell you something else too. I love you. I've loved you ever since I can remember."
"Really?"
"Yes, really. Watch my lips."
He kissed him.
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