Author Julie A. D'Arcy

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4 Flames - A GAY LOVE STORY


This is the story of, Ace, a young Australian football player,  from a small town in Queensland who flees his questioning relatives to holiday in Thailand. There he rescues Matt a young sophisticated man from Sydney, who in turn rescues him and helps him accept who he is. 

A story of discovery. With a few twists and turns thrown in.

A gay love story.

Excerpt


Ace refrained from slamming down the phone and replaced it neatly in the cradle. “Fucking Hell! Why can’t she leave me alone?”

Why did his mother insist on inviting him for Christmas with the family—or extended family he should say—when she knew he hated it? Every year, the same. The three aunts would ask if he had a girlfriend yet. Had he met that special someone? All the while looking at him with pity in their eyes, as if there was something wrong with him. Christ! He was only twenty-five, for goodness sakes. And didn’t they know he was gay.

Well, no. No one does except me.

He’d done a pretty good job of keeping that hidden for the last twelve years. Jeez, he hadn’t even known himself until he was thirteen and all the other guys started looking at chicks and he started checking out the boys in his school locker room. He kept it well under wraps of course—wouldn’t want it to get around in this one horse town.

He always kept his eyes well down in the showers, well nearly all the time. It was pretty hard sometimes with all those beautiful dicks on display. But he managed. If he started getting hard he would just step from the shower and grab his towel to cover up.

He didn’t look gay, he didn’t even sound gay. He knew from the TV what gay guys were supposed to look and sound like, but that just wasn’t him. He considered himself good looking, with his naturally tipped blonde hair, and blue eyes, and the way the girls always chatted him up at school and now at the hospital, throwing out signals with their slim curvy bodies. But, he was much more buff than those guys he’d seen on television. And didn’t gay guys hate sports? He loved his sport. He was Captain of his football team.

Weird.

But there was nothing he could do about the situation. Gay was gay, even if you were a Catholic. He’d even tried dating a girl once, just to make certain. Nice girl, lovely girl—Becky and he were still friends, in fact, she was the only one that really knew the truth. He’d tried to fuck her, and that had turned into a real disaster! He’d run out of her apartment in a cold sweat and vomited on the footpath. He smiled inwardly at the thought. That was two years ago. Since then, he’d tried a few more dates, just to shut his mother up, even though deep down he thought she suspected, but her strict Catholic upbringing wouldn’t allow her to admit that she had a son who wasn’t into girls. So since then, he’d pretended. He asked a few nurses at the hospital out. Dinner and a movie, then he’d leave them on the doorstep with a quick peck on the cheek, promising to call which he never did. It made him feel like a bastard, but the performance had to go on for appearances sake.

But no longer. He’d had enough. No way was he going to suffer through another one of those Christmas dinners. Coming from a small town had its disadvantages. Living in Gimpy Queensland was one of them.

Reaching a decision, he strode to the kitchen, poured himself a glass of wine, and turned on his computer. Settling back in his chair he took a sip of his strong red, and waited for the computer to warm up. Being a new machine, Ace didn’t have to wait long. He logged onto the internet and went to a travel site he’d checked out many times over, but never had the guts to use.

He was due for some time off at Christmas, so this year he was going to give himself a special present. This year he was doing something just for himself. He was going to Thailand. Patong to be exact, and he was going to have sex, and if he was lucky he might even find that someone special.

He knew the risks. He wasn’t stupid. He’d make sure he had plenty of condoms. But hell there was only so much male porn you could watch, and so many hand jobs you could give yourself. There had to be someone out there for him. There just had to be.