Young, Gay and Scared - 13. Chapter 13

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 qualify in strong surf conditions, after all, that’s what we’re doing this for ain’t it, I mean to rescue people in rough surf conditions.”

“(Laughing) First time a cadet has asked for a tougher swim test. At this level, we just want to make sure of your swimming ability. After this, you go on to the Bronze Medallion which is a lot tougher. But right now let’s just concentrate on the SRC. Having passed the physical test you still have to pass an examination in Rescue techniques, CPR, and first aid. We’ll do that next Saturday. Now off you go, there’s a great surf running. If you’re like me, can’t wait to get out there.”

It was the height of summer and Ryan, as a cadet, was qualifying for the certificate which would allow him to rescue swimmers in trouble. Having easily qualified in the swim test, he went on to pass the other exams and thus became an accredited Surf Rescuer. Everyone in the Freshwater Club took surf-lifesaving seriously. It was a strenuous and demanding process because saving lives required professional expertise and dedication.

Now, as he looked at the yellow sand, the blue-green-white breaking waves, and cloudless blue sky, it was easy to put Jim out of his thoughts, if only for a moment. Ryan at sixteen, coming up to his seventeenth birthday, was a striking lad. The sun had bleached his hair blond and tanned his skin a lustrous deep brown. Gone were all the signs of early pubescence, he was muscled and extremely fit. In addition, athletics and swim training had developed eye-catching muscled legs.

That’s the physical part. The other Ryan, the emotionally crushed youth, lurked never far away.

But for now, the joy of cool water together with the exhilaration of body surfing[2] waves to the shore was all a young boy needed –particularly a young gay boy needed. But an elephant always surfed beside him.

He was good-looking, not in a pretty male way, but in what could be described as ‘handsome’. The social life of a lifesaver was hectic and demanding. Joining in the often binge drinking so prevalent in surf clubs, he developed a reputation as ‘one of the lads’. Young girls and even some older women lusted after him. With Bluey and Geoff, they formed a happy threesome, notorious for pranks and hijinks.

Of course, popularity brought despair. The talk always centred around girls; which ones would ‘put out’, meaning indulge in sex, and those who were ‘prick teasers’, meaning they flirted without offering sex.

On this beautiful fine sunny day in summer, the three lads were sitting in the LifeSavers enclosure next to the duty life guard’s elevated seat. They were ‘on call’ should any swimmer get into difficulties. The lifeguard seat was about three meters off the ground, giving a great view of the beach and designated swimming area. Surfing conditions were ideal with just a small surf running.

“Hey Bluey, how’d ya go with that Nancy sheila? Did she come across for ya?”

“Nah Geoff seems she’s saving herself for her wedding night. Well, that’s what she told me. Anyway, she’s too emotional for my liking . . . all I want is a fuck, not a commitment. These bloody sheilas don’t half have themselves on, do they? Why we haveta buy them stuff, take ‘em to dinner, and give flowers, when all we want is a quickie, beats me. What about you Ryan found someone to fuck yet?”

“Nope.”

“Why not? You’re the best looking outta the three of us, you should have em lined up with tongues hanging out.”

“Probably ‘cause I refuse to entice ‘em with flowers and stuff. Like you said Bluey, all I want is a hole t’fuck and drain me balls. Seems I’m not very romantic; some of ‘em reckon I’m a bastard. As for making a commitment, I’ve gotta finish me Leaving Certificate and then Vet school before I think about getting’ hitched.”

“Gotta admire you mate, I mean committing yerself to night school and all that study. Yer missing all the fun . . . and talkin’ about fun, who the fuck is that sheila there in the white bikini. She’s hot!”

Two pairs of eyes swung in the direction Bluey indicated. One pair blazed with lust, whilst the other, mild curiosity. The subject of this attention was indeed attractive. No older than seventeen, she sported a tiny bikini that allowed for an expanse of gleaming, tanned, and youthful female skin. She was indeed beautiful, and she knew it. Geoff and Bluey were rapt, Ryan playacted accordingly. However, his attention was really fixed on the young bloke manning the lifeguard chair. The sight of those tanned muscly legs was driving him crazy; in fact, the distraction of the ‘bikini babe’ was a relief because all attention was on her. Ryan’s lustful perving went unnoticed.

Keeping the young man in his vision range, he enjoyed the antics of his two friends. They were literally falling over themselves to attract the female seductress. The young lady in question, pranced, swayed, and preened herself knowing that lusting male eyes were focussed on her. Ryan enjoyed watching his two strong mates vanquished by an attractive female.

Just look at the bastards, they’re falling over themselves with lust. No,. . . more like making bloody fools of themselves.

Just then the lifeguard changed position and treated Ryan to a display of rippling muscles.

He’s a senior but only looks about coupla years older than me. God, he’s beautiful. Image having his hard cock in me mouth and watch him writhe with pleasure. Shit, I’m getting hard; nothing to worry about, the boys I’ll think I’m lusting after that young sheila . . .

Then came the cry that every Australian living near a surfing coast dreaded,

“SHARK!, SHARK! Get the people outta the water. QUICK! Ring the bell, NOW!”

It took a few nanoseconds for the alarm to register, then Geoff reacted and started ringing the alarm bell in the enclosure. Spurred on by fear, Ryan, Bluey and the rest of the on-call lifesavers rushed down to the water’s edge shouting,

“SHARK! . . . SHARK! . . . SHARK! GET OUTTA THE WATER. QUICKLY, QUICKLY. HURRY.” Then repeating the warning as loud as they could by using bullhorns.

The swimmers responded frantically. Those close inshore pushed as fast as they could to reach the beach. Others further out began to swim wildly to where they could stand up. Within minutes the peaceful beach scene became a melee of struggling humanity. In everyone’s mind was an image of those frightening, terrifying teeth. Further down the beach, the surf rescue boat launched, not to rescue people but to try and chase the vicious animal away. None of the folks in the water were aware of this as they struggled to get out of danger. There is no fear like the prospect of being taken by a shark. Even though shark attacks are not numerous, it’s the fear of shark attack that pervades people. Conservationists and animal rights groups just fail to get that, while shark attacks may be infrequent, the fear of sharks is on-going and eternal.

With Geoff still ringing the bell, a loudspeaker from the clubhouse also urged swimmers to get to safety. Ryan, Bluey and several other on-duty Lifeguards on the water’s edge used their amplifiers to yell at people to hurry. Ryan placed himself on the left edge of the flagged surfing zone to ensure no one strayed out of the designated area which was the quickest escape to the beach. That was when he noticed the straggler.

He could tell the person was a male of indeterminate age and, clearly, he was in trouble. As any lifesaver will tell, it’s easier to head straight for the beach, than swim across waves to another area. Heading to the beach has a superior advantage in that you can catch waves to the beach and thus hasten the exit, but swimming across waves quickly drains strength. The swimmer in question was striving to swim back to the safe zone going across the waves, and Ryan quickly reckoned his strength was waning.

Instinct took over, and he did something without thinking about consequences. Afterwards, when asked why, he simply said it was on impulse.

He jumped into the water and quickly headed out to the swimmer in difficulties. The shoreward-bound waves were strong, but Ryan revelled in these conditions. Once through the first line of breakers, he swam powerfully to the troubled fellow. Surf swimming is different to pool swimming in that the head is held up out the water in order to keep the distressed person in view. With powerful strokes, he reached the bloke who, by now, was terrified and panicking. As Ryan came within arm’s length the man tried to desperately hold onto him. Without training, this could spell disaster for both people.

Sensing trouble, Ryan quickly established contact by applying a half-nelson arm lock placing Ryan behind the man but still leaving an arm free to backstroke to the beach. At the same time, he soothed the man by whispering,

“Hey man, what’s yer name? I’m Ryan.” To which the bloke replied,

“(Panicking) It’s Grant, Grant. (Gasping) What about the shark? Will we be attacked? I don’t wanna be eaten by a shark.”

“It’s Ok Grant, you’re safe now. Just keep still and we’ll head for the shore. You’re safe. The sharks been chased away, so just relax and I’ll get you back to safety.”

It was a lie of course, Ryan had no idea of the shark’s whereabouts, but wouldn’t tell this to his panicked charge. Urging the man to assist by kicking, the two gradually made it back to the beach. Motivation, in the fear of an attack, spurred Ryan to swim as fast as he could in the circumstances. As his feet touched sand Ryan let out a breath of relief but knew there still was danger. Sharks can attack in waist-deep water.

Eventually, they made it to the water’s edge where paramedics awaited. They stretchered Grant to the first-aid station and treated him for exhaustion. He recovered quickly, and after some tests they released him. Grant’s first action was to locate Ryan.

People gathered around congratulating Ryan who found the attention embarrassing. Geoff and Bluey promised an unending supply of grog[3] whilst other life-savers treated him with respect. Magically, a camera appeared and took photos of Ryan by himself and with club members. Then one of the seniors, Tony Gordon, came up and enthusiastically congratulated Ryan.

“You’re a hero boyo, (laughing) what made you do a risky, stupid act like that?

Since becoming a lifesaver Ryan developed a crush on one of the leading senior lifeguards at Freshwater. Tony Gordon at twenty-six turned out to be the man of his dreams. Tall, muscled, and bronzed, he looked like a poster boy for the ultimate Aussie male. His hair was dark, almost black, with a deep all over tan. To Ryan the short black hairs covering most of his muscled frame added to his raw appeal. A handsome man to look at, he only had one flaw – being married. Much of Ryan’s seed had been emptied mentally focussing on an image of Tony Gordon. Now his hero’s big hands were pumping Ryan’s smaller hands whilst offering sincere congratulations. The masculine aroma, the muscled chest, the sweat droplets inflamed Ryan’s lust. Just being this close to ‘the man’ had his cock becoming naughty. Eventually, he was able to answer his hero.

“I ain’t no hero Mr Gordon, (smiling) I might be a bit stupid though. Didn’t think about what I did.”

“Where d’yer get off calling me ‘Mr Gordon’? It’s Tony, please. No, you’re not stupid and it was a very brave thing you did. I’m . . . we’re all proud of you. What time d’ya come off duty?”

“Umm, another hour M . . . err, Tony.”

“Good I’m in the clubhouse. I’d like you to come looking for me before you go home. Ok?”

“(Excited) Really? Yeah, I’d like that.”

Oh shit, I hope I didn’t sound too eager. He might think I’m a poofter or sumthin.”

Just then his patient Grant caught up with him and profusely offered thanks. Ryan became modest, much to the amusement of Tony Gordon and others looking on.

The beach stayed closed for another hour until the surf boat indicated the animal had moved on to other waters. Naturally, a warning went out to surrounding clubs that a shark had been sighted.

The beach re-opened just as Ryan’s period of duty ended. As Bluey and Geoff’s time also finished, it was usual for them to cadge booze-up at the clubhouse from friendly older men. At Surf Lifesaving clubs, cadet lifesavers enjoyed the same drinking facilities as did older men. Because of their dedication, the legal drinking age didn’t matter. Of course, younger members were watched to ensure they didn’t become legless.

When the three boys entered the rooms, everyone rushed to congratulate Ryan. In a flash, he had a bottle of beer thrust into his hands and urged to ‘bottom’ it. Just as he finished his first bottle, Tony Gordon beckoned him over.

With a pounding heart and alcohol infused blood, he quickly made his way over to where Tony stood talking to some older club members,

“(Introducing) Hey everybody this is the kid who made that brave rescue; (laughing) I see the boys ain’t wasted no time in feeding you booze. C’mon I want to chat, so let’s go find a private corner.”

“Am I in trouble Tony? (belching) . . . umm sorry, I drank too quickly.”

God look at his chest, muscled, hairy, and tanned. Those nipples, what wouldn’t I give to suckle them. He’s like a Greek god . . . I mean, just sitting there exuding masculinity. If’n he were to put his arms around me I’d die. I can smell him, that sorta sour, sweaty macho aroma . . . I love it. I can do things that’ll have him writhing in ecstasy, things I bet his wife would never do. God to lift his legs up and taste him! Oh shit, I’m getting’ a stiffie again.

“In trouble? No, of course not! Yer a hero laddie. No just want to talk about yer future; I mean you passed the Surf Rescue Certificate easy, and now I assume you’ve got sights set on the Bronze Medallion?”

“Yeah Tony I am, but I’ve been told it’s a lot harder than the SRC, I mean the Bronze covers a lot more technical stuff that I have to learn. It’s gonna be hard on me ‘cause I’m also going to night school to qualify for Uni. But, don’t worry, I’ll get it done and pass.“

“(Serious) I’ve no doubt, no doubt at all. I know about yer other study commitments and that’s why I want to offer my help. I’d like to tutor you for the Bronze If you’ll agree.”

Ryan’s heart began to pump wildly at the prospect of spending close time with the big spunk.

“(Exuberantly) Agree? Agree? I’m over the hill. You’ll actually spend time on me? That’s . . . that’s . . . that’s fantastic! Oh man, I’m . . . I’m humbled. You can’t imagine what this means for me . . . I . . . I can’t thank you enough.”

“(Laughing) I’m a hard taskmaster, boyo, perhaps you won’t be thanking me when I start getting heavy with you. Oh by the way, I can also help with your school studies too. If you get stuck on anything just ask and I’ll try and get answers for you. I want you to know I’m gonna enjoy this very much because I’m a school teacher by profession.”

“You are? Wow, terrific! I didn’t know that. I . . . I . . . don’t know what to say. I’m . . . I’m just thrilled. (A thought crossed his mind) Err, what about your wife won’t she get pissed off having a kid around ya?”

“It’s none of her business. Anyway, I wasn’t thinking about tutoring you at home but rather at the local library. We might alternate to my home at times but still, she’ll just haveta grin and bear it. Not a problem so don’t think about it.”

“Tony, you don’t know how much this means to me. I’m gob-smacked. (Becoming serious) How can I pay you? I wouldn’t want to take up yer time without paying for it.”

“Nonsense boyo, I don’t want anything at all. No money, no gifts, and (laughing) no flowers. No, just to help you get through these difficult years and go on to Uni is all the reward I need. So, what’s the best time for us to get together; I assume it’ll be on a weekend?”

“Yeah, I’m attending night school four nights a week now, so weekends would be my preference. But it’s up to you mate (shit! Am I being too familiar?) What times best for you?”

“As you said, the weekends works best. During summer I’m tied up here most Sundays, so Saturday arvo works best for me. Let’s say next Saturday at the library around two o’clock. How’s that sound?”

“Great! (I’ll haveta explain this to Gus, but I’m sure he won’t mind) I’ll be there, and . . . thanks, Tony, I can’t tell you how thrilled I am because . . . oh shit! I forgot to ask if you’ve got kids. I mean I don’t want you not spending time with yer kids because of me.”

“Nah, no young’uns. My wife isn’t into kids, says they’ll interfere with her career. No, it’ll be just you and I. Now, (laughing) to more serious matters –yer booze’s empty so we both need a top up. (Pause, thinking) Oh, I forgot, think about what school subjects yer most weak in and let me know Saturday. That way I can set out a study schedule for us to follow.”

Ryan went back to his mates whilst Tony returned to the older group. Curiosity was raging.

“C’mon Ryan, what’d Tony want with ya,? He’s a decent cobber[4] and is well liked around the club.”

“Hey, he’s gonna coach me for the bronze, but that’s not all Geoff. Apparently, he’s a school teacher and’s willing to help me with my Leaving Certificate. He just blew me away he did.”

“You lucky bastard. Well, I suppose it’s a reward for what you did today, eh.”

“I don’t know Bluey, he didn’t say much, except . . . except . . .”

“Except what? C’mon out with it. What else did he say?”

“Just ummm . . . the subject of kids came up and he said his missus didn’t want any. Seems a bit odd eh? I mean every sheila I’ve known always wanted lots of kids. Why would his old lady not want kids? Weird.”

“Dunno. I hear she’s not real popular around the other wives. Takes all types I suppose. Anyway, fuck her. What else did Tony say?”

“That’s about it Bluey. He just said he’d look forward to coaching me. Maybe, I’m the son he can never have.”

“Bullshit. He’s only about nine years older than you. To look on you as a son is really weird. Nah, must be sumthin else why he’s keen to help. Anyway, I’m glad yer gonna get help because yer gotta load of shit on yer back with night school and such. It’s all good, I’m pleased for ya.”

‘Alright you two, there’s great waves to catch and I’m not gonna waist a good day. Who’s commin’?”

“You sure Geoff? I heard tell the shark was a great white and hungry.”

“Fuck off!”

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13.2

The following Monday the local newspaper carried a photo of Ryan front page, with a splash about him rescuing the swimmer. People called and offered congratulations, but somehow Clare Seaton managed to take a large share of the credit. So impressed was Merle, she went out and purchased a tee shirt with ‘SHARK ATTACK’ plastered over the front in red ink.

On Tuesday a note appeared in the letterbox addressed to Ryan. Thinking it was just another well-wisher, Ryan opened it to find a congratulatory message from Gus. Feeling guilty he resolved to see Gus the next Saturday morning. It would be good to relieve some sexual pressure before meeting Tony in the afternoon. Each night his dreams centred around Tony and his sexy body. He knew it was pointless, Tony being not only straight but married. Still, a little fantasy never did any harm. Never far from his conscious thoughts, Tommo’s entreaty always brought him back to reality.

He realized how important Tony had become, particularly coaching for the Uni exam, so he wasn’t going to do anything to jeopardize the relationship. His ongoing trysts with Gus always satisfied any physical needs so, after the debacle of dropping out of school, his life settled into a pleasant routine. Still, he eagerly anticipated the forthcoming coaching by Tony. Saturday could not come fast enough. First Gus then Tony.

True to his word he knocked on Gus’s caravan around eleven a.m. on Saturday morning. Gus threw his arms open wide and hugged him fiercely whilst scolding,

“You bloody idiot! You coulda been eaten alive by that monster. I actually got angry with you boyo. Why did you do something so stupid?”

“Oh, and hello to you too Gus, it’s good to see you.”

“Don’t give me that crap. That might’ve been a brave thing to do but . . . but, you could have been killed. Anyway . . . yeah, anyway it’s good to see you, IN ONE PIECE!”

“Truth is I just didn‘t think. They say heroes aren’t brave just stupid, and I haveta agree. Every time I think about what I did I get sweaty. You’ve got every right to be cross with me. Enjoy.”

“Oh come here, little one. I’m just mad because the thought of you being chewed up by that monster scares the tits off me. I don’t know what I’d do without you. I don’t mean sexually, I mean because you occupy a very large piece of me heart. You copy?”

“Yeah, me too, yer really special Gus, it’s hard to put a word on it but I look forward to seeing you. Not only because . . .”

“That’s Ok. Now, are you ready for punishment?”

“Punishment? What you talkin’ about?”

“Punishment because you did a stupid thing and worried the shit outta me. I can’t let you off boyo, you do sumthin stupid, you have to face the consequences.”

“What punishment? What consequences? What’re you gonna do?”

“Stand there and take off yer shirt.”

“What?”

“I said, stand there and take off yer shirt.”

Confused, Ryan slowly slid his tee shirt off exposing his youthful chest. Gus ‘clucked’ in appreciation.

“Man you’re beautiful boyo. Those wide brown shoulders and six-pack tummy muscles I could look at all day, but for now, take off yer shoes.”

Still mystified, Ryan quickly shucked off his sandals and stood bare-chested and barefoot in front of Gus.

“Hmmm . . . now drop yer pants and underdaks.”

“You want me to take everything off? I think you’re being naughty mister, I believe you want to take advantage of this poor young boy.”

The sexual innuendo affected Ryan and his cock became aroused. Hesitantly he undid the belt on his short’s and took the garment off . . . all the way off. Now, realizing Gus was enjoying the show, he cheekily lowered his underpants until he stood bare-arsed in front of Gus. The older boy just looked ravenously at the young male paraded before him. What a change from the gangly youth of times gone by. No doubt about it . . . Ryan was a spunk!

“Oh my oh my, you look damn good. (Hoarsely) OK, now turn around and let me have a gander[5] at yer arse.”

So he did. By now his cock dripped with need as he anticipated the unknown. Lusty mutterings from Gus added to the sexually charged atmosphere. Then, recovering his control, Gus sat down and pulled Ryan across his lap. The form of punishment now became obvious, so Ryan pleaded,

“Please don’t hurt me, boss, I’ve been a bad boy but please don’t hurt me.”

Ignoring the plea, Gus ran a finger up the inside Ryan’s leg, not stopping until he reached the boys funky crack.

“(Gruffly) Are you ready? You know you did wrong, so you have to be punished. Just lie still and take yer punishment.”

Wack! “OUCH!”

Gus brought his open hand down smartly on Ryan’s succulent bum. A red welt appeared on the left cheek.

Again, Wack! “Ouch!”

This time targeting the right cheek to leave a reddening streak. The spanking made Ryan more aroused, particularly as his cock was now lodged snugly between Gus’s legs. It became erotic, a totally different sensation to anything he’d experienced before. He loved it.

Again, Wack! And wack! And wack! “Whimper, whimper, whimper.”

Every stroke invoked pleasure, a pleasure that was both mildly painful and intensely erotic.

Now Gus paused, allowing Ryan to wallow in this new sensation. What troubled Ryan most was a feeling of impending orgasm.

Oh no, no, no, no! Every time he spanks me my cock gets stimulated, and I’m starting to lose control. If he keeps spanking, I’m gonna mess up both of us.

As if sensing Ryan’s dilemma, Gus let loose two savage whacks and then gently inserted his finger in the boy's anus. Suddenly Ryan cried out in ecstasy and released his juice all over Gus’s legs. The combination of pleasure and pain became rapture and a feeling of bliss. But he needed more, he needed penetration . . . he needed Gus. In complete silence, Gus removed his sticky pants and quickly and purposely sank himself deep inside Ryan. Now the lad became satiated as Gus plunged in and out of his body. This is what he enjoyed most.

With every thrust, Gus stroked his Ryan’s prostrate, building to another climax. The end came quickly for Gus; he let loose a roar and flooded Ryan’s body with warm spunk. Ryan followed soon after.

For some time they lay side by side in companionable silence. Ryan felt drained as if the juice he’d expelled had taken his energy with it. He didn’t mind because he felt wonderful. Now spanking, followed by penetration, became something to look forward to.

Lying there beside Gus after a wonderful sex encounter, Ryan felt sorry for Geoff and Bluey.

I watch them both desperately trying to attract females to have . . . what? Maybe a titty feel, or at the most an unsatisfying blow job. Yet here I am having experienced what could only be called, an advanced sexual procedure. To cap it off I’m doing it with someone who treats me gently and no pressure to perform activities I find uncomfortable.

Yep, from this aspect, my life is perfect.

Just then Gus rolled over and prodded Ryan’s shoulder.

“Hey, just remembered something I heard the other day that could be useful to us ‘queers’’ (Intrigued, Ryan rolled over and faced Gus) It seems some blokes are having a small ‘heart’ tattoo painted on their forearms to tell other homos that they’re in the same club. I reckon I’m gonna do it to take some of the danger out of declaring yourself as ‘one of us’. What d’yer think?”

“Geeze, that’s brilliant. Yeah if that catches on it’ll save a lot of anxiety and make it safe to approach someone else. But where d’yer go to have a tattoo, I don’t know any locally?”

“No, they’d be in town or else in suburbs close to the CBD. You’d have to look in the Yellow Pages[6]. You just might even find someone local.”

“There’s hearts and there’s hearts. What form would the tattoo take?”

“Oh yeah, sorry I forgot to mention that. It’s a heart coloured red with an arrow going downwards from right to left. However, the main point is where it’s placed – on yer right forearm where you’d place a watch. Questions? (Afterthought) Oh it don’t haveta be red, just sorta on yer right wrist.”

“I like it! Wow, thanks fer sharing with me big brother. That’ll take most of the danger outta approaching someone, eh?”

“Absolutely. Unless of course the cops catch on and have tattoos to try and trap homos, you know what they’re like.”

“Yeah, that’s a point. But us homos won’t tell the cops about the recognition tattoo, so I don’t reckon they’ll find out. The chances of them finding out are really small, don’t you agree?”

“Yep, absolutely right.”

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13.3

It felt strange meeting Tony soon after having sex with Gus. He was still in a state of bliss after the last session and knew he had to play a straight face on meeting Tony. If he pranced in all bubbly, he’d be asked what happened and he wasn’t a good liar.

At two p.m. he walked into the library to find Tony browsing through shelves looking for books. On spotting Ryan he smiled and indicated a table towards the back. The local library was small and didn’t have a plentiful supply of textbooks.

Tony dressed casually in Khaki shorts and a white tee shirt. The shorts were form hugging and allowed features such as legs and arse to be displayed attractively. The whiteness of the tee shirt complemented his over-all bronzed skin. All in all, even clothed, Tony radiated sex appeal.

“Good, on time, you’ve just gained some brownie points. I thought I’d let you start by telling me what subjects you’re interested in at school. You don’t have to do that today. When you get home draw up a list and we’ll discuss the subjects next week. For today, let’s go over the Bronze Medallion test and see if we can get you up to scratch on that. Before we start how much to you know about the Bronze Medallion?”

“Not a lot. Some of the blokes say it’s difficult because it’s a mixture of learning theory and practical application. The practical side don’t worry me, cause I’m a good swimmer and should be ok. It’s the other stuff that I worry about because I’m not good at book learning. This could become a problem if go to Uni where there’s bound to be lots of book learning.”

“Don’t sweat it, I can fix that easily. It may take time, but you’ll be Ok. Now where to begin with the Bronze Medallion. (he started rummaging around files in a briefcase) here, this pamphlet contains the items yer asked to learn and know well, here read.”

Ryan took the pamphlet and read:

THE THEORY

You are required to be proficient in:

Safe water practices; survival in the water; self-preservation; recognising an emergency; assessment before and during a rescue; priorities for rescue; CPR theory; acceptance of responsibility; use of bystanders; emergency care and contacting emergency services.

PRACTICAL

· Resuscitation: Demonstrate effective CPR

· Swim: Swim 400 metres continuously within 13 minutes. 100m freestyle, 100m breaststroke, 100 m survival backstroke, 100m sidestroke.

· Timed Tow: Swim 50 metres, then tow a patient 50m within 3 min 15 sec.

· Survival and Rescue Skills: Demonstrate a range of survival techniques and appropriate rescues for a range of different aquatic environments and scenarios.

· Spinal Injuries: Basic management of a suspected spinal injury in shallow water.

· Rescue Initiative: Demonstrate initiative in effecting a rescue of two people who are in difficulty up to 15 metres from safety.

After reading Ryan looked up at Tony and replied;

“The Practical’s no problem, I’m sure I can do most of those now. I’ll only need a quick brush-up. The first is where I’ll need help. Sometimes when I looks at book writings, it just appears as a big blur; I can’t seem to break it down to individual words. It’s a worry.”

“I think you have some attention disorder. It’s an issue being confronted by many teachers. We are learning more about the reasons why some students have difficulties and others don’t. I’ll keep a close eye on you, so don’t fret it. If you can tackle a fierce white pointer shark and a panicked surfer, getting your reading fixed is no big deal. Trust me.”

That made Ryan laugh; he was warming to Tony and feeling confident he would be a big help with his learning.

“Here’s some stuff I pulled from when I studied for the Bronze. The contents are basically the same, so you should have them to read and study, study, study.”

With that, Tony passed over exercise books and other printed material on which passages and tracts had been annotated and highlighted. It would be a big help.

“How about you take these home and study during the week when you have time. Bus and Tram travel is a good way for a student to use time efficiently to study. Now I want to get to know you, Ryan. Some questions may be a bit personal but I’m not prying into yer private life. I simply want to get to know all about Ryan Seaton. OK?”

Oh shit, this is gonna be difficult.

“Yer age is right for the bronze but let me have your birthday just in case (which Ryan supplied). Now from the clubs records yer still living at home with yer mum and dad (Ryan nodded). How’s that going?”

Deciding that Tony needed to know the truth, Ryan gave a brief outline of difficulties at home. He talked about his mother’s unreasonable expectations, his dad and he gradually warming to each other, and the love of his life, his grandmother. It became a sort of catharsis as he talked. Several times he had to choke back sobs, but he found in Tony a very good listener. When he talked about having to leave school and miss out on his dream of becoming a Vet, he had to pause whilst he regained control. He then talked about Tommo and the tragedy surrounding his best friend; he left nothing out, even Tommo’s sexual orientation because it was important for Tony to know everything, even the most personal parts.

When finished he leaned back exhausted. Throughout Ryan’s discourse, Tony had sat, at first interested then becoming more and more alarmed. He saw a different young lad, much different to the beautiful, cocky, and popular boy outsiders saw. He sensed a damaged soul, a very privately damaged soul. He became galvanised to help, to take him under his wing and try and relieve some pressure.

Leaning forward he paused whilst collecting his thoughts.

“That’s a remarkable story, Ryan. I appreciate your honesty and particularly the gut-wrenching part about your friend Tommo. That must’ve been hard to take. Y’know, as a teacher I see bullying every day and do what I can to stop it. It’s hard because they’ll always be those who set to dominate and punish those who are different. As you know all bullies are basically cowards and only act when they know there’s no hope of any retaliation. Arseholes!”

“Yeah, but something should be done, because they cause harm, in some cases fatally. Why can’t these creeps be expelled if found guilty of bullying?”

“I agree, but sometimes politics enter the equation and oft they get away with it. Makes my blood boil it does. If someone gets let off in those circumstances I usually try and make their school life hell. I’m just one-person Ryan and not every teacher thinks like me. Sadly it’s true. However, I’ll continue to do what I can because your story about your mate Tommo touches me deeply. What a waste of a young life. It’s so sad and yet so avoidable.”

“I’ll never forget him, Tony, his parents and I always go and visit his grave on the anniversary of his death. It’s not much, but something I need to do.”

“And commendable. But you’ve got to live your life boyo. I mean it’s great to remember him but don’t forget you have to get on living your life. (Ryan nodded) Now another matter you mentioned. You don’t know why this Cree fellow wants to fight with you. I think you surmised it has something to do with both parents. Am I right? (Ryan nodded) Is there any way you can find the truth? Having that issue hanging over your head is not good . . . I’ll restate that, it’s bloody awful.”

“I don’t think so, after all, I’m just a kid and ain’t got much say in things. Anyway, Cree hasn’t been a menace lately, his brother Geoff thinks his mother got to him and told him to ignore his dad and not bully me. My understanding . . .”

“Is that the same Geoff whose one of your close mates?”

“Yeah, me and him are real tight; s’weird ain’t it?”

“Sure is. Umm, does Geoff look like his brother, ahh . . .”

“Bert.”

“Yeah, Bert. Do the brothers look alike, I mean body shape, hair colouring and such?”

“No, not a bit. Geoff takes more after me I suppose. That’s probably why Bert Cree hates me I guess.”

“Fascinating. Now from what you say, your mother dominates your father and rules the household. Am I right? (Ryan nodded) Ok, and your Nanna’s a staunch Catholic and makes you go to church with her?”

“Yeah, but I go just because I love her and won’t do anything to make her unhappy. I know she’s gotta die at some point, but I just stick me head in the sand and try not to think about it. Too painful.”

“(Laughing) Yeah, I get it. I loved my grandmother too, I know what it’s like to love yer gran. Mine died a few years back and I can’t tell you how much pain that gave me. Bloody awful.”

“Thanks, but let’s not go there.”

“Ok. Now, what about girlfriends? A good-looking young bloke like you shouldn’t have any problems in that direction eh?”

Oh shit. This is gonna be hard. I’se gotta be careful. If Tony finds out I’m a homo he’ll drop me fer sure. Careful Ryan. But geez wouldn’t it be good, to tell the truth. I’m just sick of lying.

“No, I don’t have any now.”

“(Perplexed) Why not?”

“I suppose I’ haven’t had time, not with workin’ and studying. And money, I don’t seem to have any spare these days, not after paying board and saving. Tony, I got me heart set on becoming a Vet and won’t allow any distractions. Am I weird?”

“(Thoughtful) No, no of course not. It’s just that a young man with your good looks and charm would be out chasing sheilas. Don’t you double date and go to the pictures with yer mates? What about parties, you know what goes on at Surf Club parties, lots of boozing and wenching. The sheilas are more into it than us blokes.”

‘Oh yeah, I’ve been on double dates and such but with no-one regular. Are you disappointed with me?”

“(Probing) That’s a funny thing to ask. Why should I be disappointed with you? It’s not as if having a girlfriend is mandatory for yer Bronze Medallion. I . . . I, I’m just curious, so let’s leave it there, eh?”

Oh shit, if he’s not disappointed with me he’s gotta be suspicious. I can’t keep doing this; lying ain’t my nature and I’m getting’ sick of lying. It just don’t feel right. But there again, my promise to Tommo . . .”

“(Almost appealing) You ’ll tell me if yer disappointed Tony? I like and respect ya. If I did or said something to upset you, I’d be shitty with meself. You will tell me if’n I fucked up.”

“Settle down Ryan. I know enough about you now to know you’d never disappoint me or for that matter, anybody. You sound defensive about something boychik and I want you to become more accepting of yourself. I . . . I like you, Ryan, I like you very much. I’ve never said that to any young fella before, but I mean it. I both respect and like you. OK?”

“(A sigh of relief) Wow, thanks fer that. I was worried that you’d think me too weird and drop me. I've been real happy that yer gonna coach me, particularly in the Uni entrance exam. I’m gonna be the best Vet this country has ever seen – I promise you. I can’t express how grateful I am.”

“(Blushing) Ok, shit ya got me blushing now. Let’s get to the pub; I need a drink. Coming?”

And so a strange relationship bloomed. Tony, some years senior, started out in the big brother role. He’d sensed that Ryan needed direction and confidence, something not forthcoming at home. Under Tony’s influence, Ryan blossomed. He became more assertive and less withdrawn. Tony also benefited from the relationship, because unbeknown to others, his marriage had become a farce. The fault lay with Tony; he had simply lost interest in the marriage. There were no children to glue the couple together and so they drifted apart. Nothing apparent, they simply emotionally and physically separated.

The only joy for Tony was his sessions with Ryan. More and more he looked forward to being with the young man, and so their relationship subtly changed.

But of course, the elephant grew larger and the memory of Tommo’s entreaty never faded.