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wider Brisbane River.
As her boat sped towards home, Chase was already counting the hours until she next saw the flooded
streets of Brisbane city and Amana, and she smiled.

LEAVING HOME
Susan Beck
    Tomorrow, I was leaving.
    I was sitting astride one of the farm bikes looking out toward Mt. Warning; a barely-there smudge
in the distance from the highest point of our farm. The drone of the cicadas made the air throb in a
primitive rhythm. The humidity made my shirt stick to the sweaty skin of my back. Eighteen years I'd
called this place home, but tomorrow, I was leaving. I'd be heading up to Brisbane with my best
mate, Adam. University beckoned but, to be honest, all I could think about was getting an
opportunity to repeat what had happened between us a few weeks ago.
    I'd asked myself why I wasn't I more freaked out by what had happened. I'd never thought about a
bloke in that way before. I'd dated Heather since we were 15, and despite the blue balls her no
sex before marriage attitude had created, I'd been content to wait for a deeper intimacy with
her. I'd assumed that it - sex - wouldn't feel much different to my hand, but one night with
Adam had shown me how very wrong I'd been. The exquisite feeling of tight heat sliding against the
skin of my cock was a sensation I was desperate to repeat.
    Heather had given me a too-brief preview of that sensation the one time she'd taken me into her
mouth. I'd just registered the moist warmth settling around the head of my cock when she'd pulled
away with: 'If we don't stop now, I'll take this further than I want to.'
    Even Heather's refusal to finish me off didn't faze me. Perhaps I was actually gayer than I
thought? Oh, don't get me wrong, at the time I was in serious discomfort and I hustled her home
quickly so I could jack off sooner. Getting aroused has never been an issue. In fact, the vibrations
of my bike engine were enough for my dick to stand up and make his presence known.
    What did trouble me was the driving urge to fuck Adam that now distorted my every waking thought.
The last two weeks had been a constant battle to keep my mind on my work around the farm. These
days, everything I did turned into a pornographic daydream.
    Must remember to fix the back gate; Adam leaning on the top bar looking over his shoulder with
a come-hither smile…
    Pulling branches out of the creek. Stopping to watch the water cascading over the pockmarked
volcanic boulders; Adam kneeling in the waist-deep water. Drops glistening like stars on his
chest as he crooks a finger at me…
    Constant thoughts of me doing things to Adam had invaded my mind to the extent that I
needed to wank at least half a dozen times a day. The image of a kneeling Adam in the creek had made
me cum so hard my yell of completion had startled the cattle into a run.
    The chirp of my phone broke me out of my reverie. Glancing at the screen, I smiled to see Adam's
name.
    'Yo,' I answered, picturing a naked Adam lying back on his bed, phone in one hand, cock in the
other. Oh god! I was hard again. I eased back on the bike seat to give myself more room, adjusting
my now too-tight jeans to give my hardening cock some much-needed space.
    'Ready for tomorrow, Cullen?' Adam asked, jolting me from my X-rated musings.
    'Yep. I'll toss the last few things in the ute in the morning, and then I'll head over. Did you
have any hassles moving the furniture in?'
    'Nah mate. All good. Mum sent up one of those sofa-bed thingies when she heard you'd be staying
with me, though.'
    'Oh. Um… great.' I was aching to ask where Adam wanted me to sleep but I didn't know how to
start that conversation. Despite talking on the phone nearly every day since "that" weekend,
we'd both avoided discussing what we'd done. Not knowing how Adam felt about us was driving me
insane, but I didn't know how to broach the subject with him.
    Adam's next comment sent a chill from my gut to my scalp where it made my hair prickle. 'I saw
Kate the other day.'
    'Oh? Are you