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21.1 While he waited, Tony glanced at the murals on the coffee shop walls. The theme was of sand and ocean, appropriate to the location near the surfing beach. The whole atmosphere of the place induced relaxation and this is why he sat idly and unnecessarily stirring his coffee. It was a beautiful day outside, the sort of day that makes you feel good to be alive. After this I’ll contact Ryan to do some surfing. Not bad, not bad. Tastes like real coffee, not the new instant coffee currentl
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20.1 “ . . . you’re kidding, wow, it’s hard to believe. I mean yer Dad is such a quiet cove, he’d be the last I’d suspect having an extra-marital affair. I mean that’s one thing, but learning Bert Cree’s yer half-brother, takes my breath away. Who’d ‘a thought?” Tony sat back completely stunned as Ryan related his talk with his father. Luckily, they were having a quiet beer at the clubhouse the morning after, so no-one could interrupt. “(Softly) Yeah I were speechless, completely dum
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19.1 As soon as he opened the front door, a bundle of yelping, excited canine joy barrelled into him. Little Gus welcomed his master home. “Down boy . . . hey there, ya missed me eh? Come here matey, let me pat ya and . . . no, not that Gus - boy, ya can ‘t have sex with me leg. Let go and I’ll pick you up . . . there, how’s that?” “He missed you Ryan; he’d lay on your bed whenever he could, well whenever yer mother wasn’t watching. Fact is I’ve been walking him and we’ve become good
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18.1 Life for the Nasho’s settled down into a boring routine. Special drills, marching, lectures on aircraft recognition, and other useless activities accounted for most of their time. Several tests were introduced to weed out cadets who had the ‘right stuff’ to become pilots. Not many qualified. Into this mind-numbing boredom, a free weekend offered a reprieve for these young tortured souls. Minor matters such as war in the middle east, the coming Olympic Games, the Cold War, the threat of n
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17.1 After acquiring a caravan on a permanent basis, Tony and Ryan settled down to a comfortable and hassle-free life together. Sometimes they met weeknights, but mostly they met on the weekends and holidays. With Tony’s guidance, Ryan did well in his year twelve and so looked forward to enrolling in the vet college of Sydney University. His work at the Vet School only intensified his desire to be an animal doctor. Then he realized he had a problem because he’d have to leave his job to enrol
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Wow, married for 31 years. How did you manage? I came out to my wife in my early 40s when I could no longer control my basic sex drive. From the time we were married until I came out [18 years], my life wasn't very pleasant. Yes, I had kids, a mortgage and a good well-paying job, but I knew my life wasn't fulfilled. I eventually settled into a stable and happy gay relationship, but my wife never got over the shock. I felt guilty at the start, but that soon disappeared. Now in my 80s life's great.
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Thanks for your comments. I've tried to make Ryan's relationship with Tony realistic and I'm pleased that you approve. I love getting comments even if they're not positive. Thanks again
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16.1 Another Friday night found Ryan visiting the Surf club ablution block. In the weeks following his first visit, he’d experimented, finding Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday nights the most popular. He’d met the young man again several times and enjoyed the chemistry between them. He still didn’t know the bloke's name and contented himself that they should remain anonymous. The system worked. He’d also become popular because, his good looks, muscled frame, and tanned skin, seemed to attract
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15.1 For several weeks now Ryan concentrated on getting his Bronze Medallion. Because he’s passed his Surf Rescue Certificate, his course requirements for the Bronze were eased. The physical test required him to swim 400 meters in under nine minutes which he passed easily. Tony tutored him on academic issues, so in passing the final test without any difficulty, he became an accredited Bronze Medallion holder. Then one Saturday morning, before he went on surf patrol, the Club Administrator han
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Thanks. I'm still learning who to be a writer. IT gives me great satisfaction to hear from readers.
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Again, wrong author
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I believe you have the wrong author. Comicality wrote this story
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Thanks, I'll go back to posting TWO chapters each day.
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14.1 Ryan’s life settled into a comfortable routine. For several months now, he’d worked at the chemist and enjoyed his duties as well as the staff. Three nights a week he went to night school and grew confident he’d pass the final Uni entrance exam. Of course, Tony’s help allowed him to navigate through difficult subjects and difficult areas. Following Gus’s advice, he researched getting a tattoo but found tattoo parlours scarce and expensive. Improvising, he managed to draw a rough hear
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Thanks for commenting. I'm surprised, I thought readers would get antsy about interrupted reading in the middle of a story. If GA would allow it I'd like to post the whole story at once. This has been a very contentious issue in GA in the past so your further comments would be appreciated.
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13.1 “Well done lad. Your time is excellent, considerably under the five minutes over 200 yards[1] you need to qualify for the SRC (Surf Rescue Certificate). You’re a bloody good swimmer Ryan, I reckon you didn’t even extend yourself eh?” “Thanks Mr Pearson, I love swimming and it’s a bonus that I’m ok as a swimmer. At school I had a choice of either swimming or athletics and, for several reasons, I choose athletics. Yeah, I coulda kept going it’s no big deal. Pity we don’t have to quali
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12.0 Background Over fifty years ago, loving the wrong person could make you a criminal. Smiling in the park could lead to arrest and being in the wrong address book could cost you a prison sentence. Homosexuality was illegal and hundreds of thousands of men feared to be picked up by zealous police wanting easy convictions. Sadly it was very easy, you could be charged, often for doing nothing more than looking a bit gay. Some newspapers reported court cases, but they talked of "gross indecen
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11.1 It took some time for Ryan to recover after Tommo’s funeral. The days turned into weeks and the weeks to months and still the pain persisted. On the first anniversary of their friend’s death, the three boys and his parents visited the boy’s grave and collectively vowed to keep his memory alive. It wasn’t so much how he’d died but the circumstances that led to Tommo taking the only way out – well, as he saw it, the only way out. Of course, Ryan lived with his own secret, and his mind kept
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Thanks. Why are you reading at 12:4am? All good boys should be in bed dreaming of beautiful men and/or boys. Thnx again.
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I should've mentioned at the start that all the events portrayed in my book are taken from real life - mine, except for the suicide. He was my cousin. Because it's such a disturbing story I've tried to lighten for readers. Thanks for responding.
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10.1 Tomas was discharged several days later when all the tests showed a positive recovery. It was about mid-day when he arrived home and went straight to bed. His mother fussed around trying to make him comfortable. “Now you just rest and sleep as much as you can. Here’s the pain tablets the doctor prescribed for you; take two tablets when you need for the pain. Now I’ll get you a light lunch of sandwiches, which will see you through until dinner time. Just yell if you need anything baby
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9.1 Although he’d tried to ignore the taunts and insults, Tommo was gradually being ground down. Every day was not the same, some days the abuse was light but other days severe. Except for Geoff and Bluey, he had no friends. The three boys lunched together when they could, but when the other two lads couldn’t, he ate alone. His locker was vandalised. ‘Fag’, “Poofter’ and other hurtful slogans were painted on the door, and he just got tired of trying to erase the vandalising. Then one day some
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8.1 .” . . are ya sure Biffo? The old bag said he was a poofter. Ya sure ya heard that right?” Martin Cradox had accosted Bert Cree as they were on their way to the cafeteria. Cradox couldn’t wait to share the info he had on Tomas Davis. “Cause I’m sure Bert, I got good ears. I know I don’t have a pretty face but me hearings spot on. I heard it just like I told ya. What d’ya reckon we should do, eh?” “I’m thinkin.’ It were just Tommo Davis she mentioned, not Seaton his buddy as we
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7.1 There is no such state as absolute secrecy; the higher the level of secrecy the more prone it becomes to exposure. Such was the issue of Tommos expulsion with Nurse Gladys of the Grammar School. Martin Cradox had hurt his hand in the fight with Tommo but thought nothing of it. After several days the pain worsened, and his cronies urged him to go see the nurse. In the main, he despised blokes that ran to the nurse every time they were injured, but the pain was getting to him. He decide
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6.1 .” . . as the reason for leaving the Tamworth Christian College, all it shows on your transfer documents is 'unacceptable behaviour'. Now that could mean many things such as stealing, cheating, or sexual misbehaviour. Therefore, I must warn you that any form of 'unacceptable behaviour' at Manly Boy's High will earn you expulsion. Do you understand me? (Tommo nodded yes) good, good. You're the only person who knows the exact offence so it's up to you to behave in an exemplary manner. What
