The Major and the Miners

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May contain sexually explicit scenes. He looked away as I examined the scar than ran the length of his calf. It was a vicious thing, but injury was a given when you were a miner. Impulsively, I leaned over, kissing the disfigurement, brushing my lips along its entire length. To feel Joshua’s flesh had an electric effect on my groin. My cock was hard in an instant. Obviously, Joshua was also in a state of arousal because he made an adjustment to his crotch through his underpants.  “Look at me,” he said in despair at his shattered leg. “I am, and I’m having a hard time from keeping my hands off you.” “Don’t then.” “You’ve done this sort of thing—” “With Danny,” he said bitterly. “But then you’ve already guessed that. Best friend stuff. Experimenting. And once properly. The day I came out of hospital. I spent a night in a hotel room with a stranger I met in the pub.” He paused. “It was better than I ever could have imagined. I couldn’t wait to get back here to tell Danny.” He stopped, thinking he had revealed too much. I leaned over, placing my lips against his. He opened his mouth to welcome me. I had worried that he would find kissing another man like this offensive, unnatural. I went in gently, but he threw his arms around me, sucking my tongue into his mouth like a thirsty man discovering an oasis. We tussled for supremacy. I ran my hand across his vest, feeling the hard muscles beneath, but my ultimate destination lay further south. Slowly, I slid my hand beneath the band of his underwear. I felt him tense. Perhaps I was going too fast. “Please,” he said. He sat up to enable me to remove his vest. He squirmed out of his underpants as I ran my hands over his magnificent body, pinching his nipples, making him moan softly, teasing my fingers down his sandy trail of hair until I brushed the head of his cock. He gasped, his prick slit oozing pre-cum. I knew it would not take much to bring him off, though I was hoping he would be good for more. It was uncomfortable here in the surgery. I wanted him in my bed, but I dared not break the spell lest he panic. I lowered my head to lick the head of his cock. “Sweet Jesus,” he gasped. I ran my tongue along the shaft down to his balls, lathering them with my spit before licking my way back to the head again. His choked moaning increased when I placed my warm mouth over his cock, sucking it inside. A few slow strokes to get my rhythm and my face was impaled on half its length, licking the underside with my tongue as I pushed my head down. I gulped in air and sank my lips down the entire shaft so that my nose was in his patch. He sat bolt upright on the table as if he’d been struck by lightning. He held my head attempting to pull me off his cock and at the same time, attempting to slam it in deeper. “Oh my God,” he gasped.

Excerpt:  May contain sexually explicit scenes. Men don’t cry, I reminded myself but it did no good. The two great losses of my life crowded in and left me defenseless. In the end the emotional breakdown would be cathartic and enable me to continue with my life, relegating the continuing pain over Josh to a compartment in my heart that I would acknowledge, and then only reluctantly, in moments of self indulgence. Pain has a way of making itself heard. But pain and tears eventually subside, except in madmen, and I began to feel foolish in the arms of a man I had never met, making myself vulnerable to all kinds of mischief. It was also distressing that his close proximity had, unbidden, excited me. My rigid cock was pressing against his side and he could not have failed to notice it. I reddened, shifted uncomfortably until he released me, and begged his forgiveness for my behavior.  Rather, I attempted to beg his forgiveness but his mouth covered mine as I spoke. I was surprised he did not immediately recoil from the bitter early morning foulness of last night’s cheese sandwich and the large helping of brandy. When he did not I gave in to his embrace, allowing myself to be cared for. It was what I needed most now. Some men I know have almost driven themselves to exhaustion by always being in control, whereas I have learned through my medical practice that sometimes there is a time when men need to relinquish that stubborn masculine pride. The time was ripe for me. As he kissed me gently, he ran his hands beneath my undershirt. They were smooth as butter, not those of a man engaged in manual labor, and felt good against my skin. In return I trailed my fingers along his spine, feeling the strength in his powerful back.  He disengaged from me gently, the absence of his touch distressing for a moment until he stood and untied the drawstring of his pajamas, allowing them to drop to the floor. His prick was already at full mast and I had but little time to admire his strong physique, well proportioned for a man of his age which I estimated to be around fifty, before he was guiding his shaft toward my mouth. My lips opened hungrily as he pushed slowly, savoring the sensation when he reached my tongue. Lapping around the head of his cock until he moaned his appreciation, I felt him slide toward the back of my throat. I relaxed and took him all, holding firmly to his arse cheeks, squeezing them like yeasty dough, not daring yet to finger his hole. He pulled my undershirt up to my chest to see my body and must have liked what he saw as he increased the pace of his thrusts into my mouth. The heat of our activity was putting pressure on my own weapon and I wriggled out of my underpants, finally kicking them off. My cock stood proud. My unknown lover released his prick and lifted me up, pulling my vest up over my head so that my nakedness now matched his. He stood back and admired me, licking his lips like some old-style music hall villain. I laughed, as he’d obviously intended.

THE MAJOR AND THE MINERS  Part Three: Joshua's Story   Can he make the ultimate sacrifice and save his lover for another man?   Damien attempts to save the life of the lover he abandoned in the coal-mining village where they met. Josh, severely injured in a razor gang fight, hovers between life and death and, as he lapses in and out of consciousness he relates what has happened to him in the year they have been separated. Damien is hopeful of a reconciliation but Joshua’s tale of how he survived on the unforgiving streets of the alien city come with a very nasty surprise.

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Excerpt:  May contain sexually explicit scenes. It was days of constant care, ensuring infection did not take hold and carry him off, and keeping up his salts to avoid dehydration. His temperature was coming down slowly, and within three days there was a marked improvement. I was seated beside the bed bathing his body, careful to avoid his wounds as best I could so as not to cause pain. Using a flannel cloth, I bathed his armpits before rubbing down over his beautiful tanned bicep to his tough working man’s fingers. “Damien?” he groaned. I sat stock still. I dared not even breathe. He said it again. I looked up at him. I’m afraid I had tears in my eyes. He tried to raise his hand but was too weak. “Am I dead?” I laughed. Laughed out of all proportion to what he said. It was contagious and he began to smile before a low guttural sound emanated from his chest, but it soon gave way to a sharp intake of breath, signifying pain. He grimaced and my relief was short-lived. “I’m bloody starving,” he said. I stood up to ring the bell for the cook. “I’ll get you something. Don’t try to move just yet.” He took no notice of me and attempted to sit up but cried out in pain. I rushed back to prop pillows behind his back. He grunted, squeezing my hand fit to crush my fingers. But I would not complain about a small inconvenience like that. Josh was back. Not completely whole as yet but on his way to recovery. “It is you, Damien?” “Have I changed so much?” “You match the picture I carry in my head exactly, as if it was yesterday.” I ran my fingers through the hair that fell over his forehead. “And you are even more handsome.” His cheeks flushed and, to cover his embarrassment – and delight – he held my fingers to his mouth and kissed them. We were interrupted by the cook who had anticipated my request and brought up a small repast for myself and a bowl of rich watery broth for Josh. She beamed when she saw him propped up in bed and watched as I fed him slowly, every swallow an agony even though the meal was lukewarm to my instructions. “This is dish water,” he said, then looked sheepishly at the cook in case he had offended her. “What I need is a good steak, with potatoes and carrots and…” I spooned another mouthful of broth to keep him quiet. “All in good time,” I said. “For now, it’s the cook’s delicious dish water that will have to suffice.” He thrived on it, complaining bitterly every time it was spooned into his mouth. He was up to liquids but it would be only a matter of time before he moved on to solids. I was in danger of infantilising him and needed to step back. Reluctantly, I turned over his care to a trained nurse and went back to my home and my surgery in Pyrmont, which I had sadly neglected over the previous week. My heart wasn’t in it and even though Mum and Eric attempted to jolly me along, I lived only for the hour or two I spent at Josh’s side when I went to check up on him. Our initial talks were awkward as we both blamed the other for our separation. When Josh was tired and in pain I would lull him to sleep with tales of my life over the past year, careful to censor some of the more salacious moments. He, in turn, had no such qualms when he related what had happened to him in the intervening months. He was obviously still raw from what he saw as my betrayal and punished me with rather lurid accounts of his pleasures as well as his pains. And he had experienced both, revealing a prodigious appetite for life that I never would have believed possible of the shy and inexperienced young man from Seaspray Bay.

THE MAJOR AND THE MINERS  Part Four: Emerald City   Is a lover’s happiness more important than your own?   Damien is horrified to discover that Josh has a secret lover who treats their relationship as little more than sexual slavery. Determined to win him back, Damien is forced into subterfuge as he juggles the competing demands of his medical practice which has the opportunity of a shift to prestigious Macquarie Street if he can pass the stringent application process and a life that is too closely associated with the criminal underworld, an association that will have violent and deadly repercussions for the two lovers.

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Excerpt:  May contain sexually explicit scenes. What is it?” she asked. “Here I am going on with all my wonderful news. But you are unhappy. How can that be? Mum tells me you have found your young man. Oh, is that it? Of course, you may bring him to my engagement party. I would love to meet him. He must be very special indeed to capture my Damien’s heart.” “You have already met him.” I sat back down behind the desk, my head in my hands. When I looked up, my cheeks streaked with tears, I saw Valerie’s look of horror. “The young man? The one who was here before me? The one whose life you saved? That is your young man?” I groaned that he was. Valerie was out of her chair, kneeling in front of me clutching my hands gazing into my face. “Oh, Damien. I’m so sorry. If only I’d known.” “He told me he has another lover.” “And one who is not likely to want to share his affections,” she said seriously, handing me her handkerchief. “You know who he is? He seems to have some sort of hold over Josh.” “Better you don’t know in case you stir up a hornet’s nest.” “Is he totally lost to me then?” Valerie paced the room. “Damien, what’s say I persuade Cecil to stake you a ticket to London on the boat with us. Not first class, but still comfortable. Leave all this behind.” She waved her gloved hand around and I took her meaning to be not only the mess with Josh but the disreputable company I kept and the seedy circumstances in which I lived. “That’s very kind, Valerie. But I have to face up to my demons. It’s about time I tackled them head on.” “You won’t do anything foolish, will you?” “No, I’m not that far gone,” I said. “I know you’re too strong a person for that. What I meant was his lover.” “I will try to win Josh back. I know he still loves me.” “No, Damien. It’s too late. Too dangerous.” I was becoming impatient. “Don’t tease me like this. If there is something I should know, then tell me.” She exhaled audibly, playing nervously with her gloves. “You have to promise me that what I am about to tell you will go no further. If you breathe a word of this to anyone and I find out, I will deny everything and I will turn my back on you forever. Is that understood?” “Of course. If I give my word, I keep it. You should know that by now.” “I do.” She seemed to be gathering the strength to tell me. “I just needed to reiterate the seriousness of what I’m about to reveal.” She looked me square in the eye. “Josh is lost to you, Damien. You must give up all hope of recovering his love. His lover is Enzo Fabrini.” I could not have gasped more loudly than had I been in an onstage melodrama. Foolishly, I had assumed Josh’s boy friend would be a lad of his own age and class, never would I have envisaged a relationship between Enzo and his wife’s bodyguard, although little things should have been a warning.

THE MAJOR AND THE MINERS  Part Five: Danny's Revenge   Can Damien come up with a plan to save Josh from almost certain death at the hands of a rival gang? Just as Dr. Damien Bouton has found the one man he truly loves, he is constantly thwarted in his pursuit of a life together. In despair, he is tempted by the offer of a relationship with the union stalwart he admires or a one-way passage to London with his music hall chum, Valerie, leaving the painful memories behind. But first, he has to take the journey back to Seaspray Bay where all the problems began, and confront his nemesis.

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Excerpt:  May contain sexually explicit scenes. There was feverish activity at the door to the surgery. Normally, Mum Doreen would knock lightly and let me know there was a patient in the waiting room, her kitchen, where she would regale them with a ‘cuppa tea’ and a good gossip. This time she crashed through the door without so much as a by-your-leave. “In here, boys,” she shouted. “Quickly. Quickly.” It had to be urgent for her to disregard even the few social niceties I’d attempted, mainly unsuccessfully, to instil in her. I didn’t mind so much, she was a good old chook. I stood up from my desk ready to give a hand with whatever catastrophe was coming my way. Two burly brutes from the wharves half dragged, half carried a battered and bleeding body into the room. In the blink of an eye, I recognised Josh and my stomach clenched. “Where do you want him, doc?” one of them asked as they manhandled him into the surgery. I bit back my alarm at seeing Josh in this condition and assumed a professional demeanour. It would do no good to come unstuck in front of these men. “Up on the bench, lads. Careful.” Josh moaned in pain. At least he was still conscious. Mum had already bustled off to the kitchen for hot water to wash the blood from his face. I examined him quickly, noticing as I did so that he looked much worse than he actually was. Someone had done an impeccable job. “What happened?” I asked as I examined his cuts and abrasions. The lads removed their caps and shuffled about on their feet as if they wanted to be anywhere but here. “Well, sir,” the older of the two said. “We work on the wharves and there’s a bit of a to-do at the moment. You may have heard about it.” “Yes, a lot of your fellow workers are my patients.” From my own experience, ministering to the men who loaded and unloaded the ships, I had learned of the miserable wages and terrible conditions under which they worked. Slave labour in all but title, their jobs eagerly sought by the thousands of unemployed in the worst Depression in memory. Plus, there was my friendship, and bedship, with socialist and union organiser, Rodney Buchan. His influence was strong. “Well, this young lad was walking by and got himself caught up in the melee when a group of scabs were tryin’ to enter the wharves.” “It were over as soon as it started,” the younger of the two added helpfully. “No one were hurt but then we saw this lad lyin’ on the footpath—” “Blood everywhere.” “We thought he was a scab at first but Mr. Buchan— “He knows everyone.” “He says that he’s no scab, he was just a innocent bystander.” “He got one of the lorries to drop us up here with the lad. Told us you was all right as a doc. So— “Here we are. We know no more.” “And no less.” The story had been beautifully rehearsed. “No witnesses?” “Not a one.” The young man shook his head gravely, then rather spoiled the whole effect by winking at me. “Police been called?” “It was urgent we got the lad to medical treatment. It will be up to him if he wants the cops involved.” “Thanks, men. I know where to contact you if I need you.” I winked back at them as a way of telling them they had done a superb job. Out of sight of Josh, I examined their hands, their knuckles skinned and grazed. I cleaned the abrasions but did not dress them as it would single them out in a crowd. “Go see Mum Doreen in the kitchen. I’m sure she’ll have a nice cuppa and a few biscuits as a reward for being good Samaritans.” They mumbled their thanks and left the room jostling. Mum came in shortly after with a basin of hot water. “Is he all right?” “He’ll be fine,” I assured her. “There’s a lot of blood but no permanent damage. He might need a few stitches. And he’ll certainly have a black eye or two. That’s about the full extent of the damage that I can see.” Josh groaned, attempting to get up off the bench. The exertion opened up one of the cuts above his eye and blood oozed, blinding him briefly. “What the fuck?” He was annoyed at his incapacity, wiping the blood on the back of his hand, merely smearing it across his face. “Lie down, Josh,” I insisted. “You are in no fit condition to get up until I’ve dressed your injuries. Now, they’re not life threatening, but they are serious. The sooner you let me attend to them, the sooner you’ll be back up on your feet again.” Not too soon, though, I hoped, because tomorrow was the big meeting between Fabrini and Tilly Devine, the meeting at which Josh and his boss would be ambushed and slaughtered. I had not slept in days, trying to come up with a plan to save Josh’s life. I cared little for Fabrini, although I did not treat human life lightly. Yes, Enzo Fabrini was a charming man: I had sucked his cock and been buggered by him on more than one occasion. But, as well as being Josh’s lover, he ran brothels, trafficked in narcotics, and was responsible for not a few murders. Oh, he never got blood on his own hands; he had henchmen to do that. And take the fall. I had no doubt that would also be Josh’s fate when Fabrini tired of him.

THE MAJOR AND THE MINERS  Part Six: Future Tense   Is a career any sort of substitute for love?   Rejected by Josh in the most public and definite way possible, Damien determines to concentrate on furthering his lucrative career and fighting the vicious smears of fellow medico, Sir Michael Cycledes, who uses every trick in the book to ruin him. But a tragic and unexpected event offers renewed hope – until Danny turns up, threatening Damien’s happy new life.

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Excerpt:  May contain sexually explicit scenes. Ty found me on the beach, the whoops and cheers of joy over the news in the hall still ringing painfully in my ears. Eric had sent him in case I was tempted to do something stupid although I was unlikely to do anything as downright dumb as Josh. Engaged to be married, for God’s sake! I was angry. Damn right! He was throwing his life away. He was queer. I could just about accept if he no longer cared for me and chose another man’s love instead. Painful, but understandable. But, no. He’d allowed Danny to hector and cajole him into bartering his love for acceptance and respectability. In my career as a doctor I had seen the cancerous effect this had on many men’s souls. They put a gun to their head, or jumped from the cliff top at Watson’s Bay. Others, too frightened of God’s, or society’s, opprobrium regarding suicide, merely became careless around dangerous machinery. The result was always the same. By the time Ty joined me, my anger had gone through despair, murderous thoughts, to resignation. Ty had been delayed to play piano for Valerie’s puerile vocalising for the happy couple. She admitted later the lyrics tasted like sand in her mouth. I couldn’t take any more. My life had been marking time for too long in hope of a reconciliation some day with Josh. My love, regardless of my other sex partners, remained constant. I wanted to believe he had been the same. I had concrete proof now I’d been mistaken. Ty sat beside me quietly, both of us gazing out to sea, except I saw nothing but the bleak and bitter future ahead. I appreciated his company. And his silence. I broke it finally. “Can you drive me to Gosford?” There was no argument, no excuses, just the squeeze of my hand and a simple, “Okay.” It was a long drive and we did it without speaking until we reached the outskirts of the town. Ty allowed me the time to wallow, not even reaching over to give me a supportive pat. He was a gem of a man. Perhaps, in time, I could get to appreciate him more fully, but not while my emotions felt as if they’d been scrubbed with a wire brush. “Will you wait on the station for the first train in the morning or should I pull up outside an hotel?” he asked. I opted for the hotel. I was exhausted and needed four walls of privacy to release my howl of frustration. He waited in the car as I tried a number of  establishments, until I found one that was not overly suspicious of my lack of luggage or the extreme lateness. I was barely containing my tears when I shook Ty’s hand warmly, holding it longer than customary to let him know I treasured his generosity of spirit, and went in to sign the accommodation book. The publican waived the paperwork, explaining I could do it in the morning, and showed me to a spartan, but comfortable, room with the only thing I needed at that moment: a warm, inviting bed that would embrace me unconditionally. I grieved momentarily for the long, lonely drive Ty would have back to the mining town which in turn reminded me, all too painfully, of Josh’s betrayal. I cursed the day I had ever set foot in the wretched coastal hamlet of Seaspray Bay. It bred hearts as cold and black as the deposits the miners dug out of the ground. My sleep was spasmodic and troubled so I took the opportunity of leaving early to catch the first train south, the publican dismissing my concern about signing the register; pocketing the cash I paid as a tax-free perk. I was back in the city by mid-morning and back to the welcoming embrace of Mum’s Pyrmont abode and Rodney’s arms by lunch time. He was a good enough friend to merely embrace me, my distressed and dishevelled appearance enough to give him pause in questioning me. Instead, he made me an ample breakfast and the ubiquitous pot of tea, and while I was eating regaled me with tales of the characters who’d hired rooms for the night at Mum’s boarding house of the bent and socially unacceptable. He made me laugh; he made me forget my problems. Later, when I looked back on this period with more clarity, I marvelled that we humans can make such mountains of such trivialities. Of course, they don’t seem trivial at the time but in comparison to the problems of poverty, factory injuries or the paucity of concern for our fellow humans, they need to be put in their place. And I determined to set about doing so. Rodney sent me to bed after my late breakfast, having added a sleeping draft portion of spirits to my tea. It did enable me to get a few hours, uninterrupted. I bathed in the late afternoon, symbolically washing off the dust of Seaspray Bay and, more reluctantly, Josh’s hold over my heart. The latter, however, would take some determined scrubbing before it would relinquish all traces. I had made a start.