Shearers

Stuart is eighteen, but more boy than man. When his uncle offers him a job rousabouting in the shearing shed during his mid-year break from university, he has no idea what to expect. He’s always been more of an indoors kind of guy. He knows he’ll be working with some pretty rough men. Men who work the shearing circuit, going from farm to farm shearing sheep until there are no more sheep left to shear. His only hope is to try and fit in. As it turns out, he has no choice. His uncle has arranged for him to share a room in the shearer’s quarters with one of the shearers. The very idea makes Stuart, who has always been unsure of himself and insecure, want to back out of the whole deal and return to town, to the comfort of home. But he doesn’t. He is determined to bite the proverbial bullet. The work is hard and Stuart does his best. The shearing shed is a place where a man has to prove himself; to show what he’s made of. Does Stuart have what it takes? What will he learn about himself in the process? About life? About shearers?

Wayne Mansfield · LGBT+

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Chapter 9

Tank leaned down and kissed me, then lifted me into a standing position. Our arms were soon around each other and Tank’s tongue was licking my face, delivering any cum he’d collected into my mouth.

“That was worth coming back to work for,” he said, taking me by the hand and leading me to his bed.

He climbed in and I squeezed in next to him, with my arsehole pressed against his still semi-erect cock. We snuggled into the mattress and let sleep carry us away.

* * * *

Tuesday night we fucked long into the early hours. My uncle had told us we’d probably finish up on Thursday and so everyone could go straight home when the last sheep had been shorn. And while I was glad there would be an end to the hard work, I was going to miss Tank.

To be continued

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