Date: Tue, 16 Dec 2003 07:43:42 +1100
From: Alan C <arid48@hotmail.com>
Subject: Australian Bush Story - Chapter 8

Warning

This story is about love between a boy and a man. As love often starts with
sex, it also contains that as well. But love and sex between a boy and a man
is beautiful, and very intense. However it's also illegal in some places. So
as your mother will tell you, if you play with it for too long you'll go
blind, and if sex between boys and men is illegal in your place, don't read
on. As for those of you that want to know about this most beautiful form of
love there is, sit back, relax and enjoy this tale. It's my first attempt at
story writing, and has not been proof read, so enjoy the story, and don't
pick the grammar to pieces.

Your constructive comments are welcome. The story isn't true, but Roger does
exist, but never like this. Mark the subject so I know it's not junk mail.

Alan         arid48@hotmail.com


Australian Bush Story

Chapter 8

Watching him at soccer was a joy I looked forward to each week, & this had
helped the Browns, Saturday was their busiest day in the shop & they always
had to get Roger to the games somehow. So it was obvious that I would take
him, then drop him off at the shop, do my shopping go home & return for my
Saturday roast. Quite a system, but it worked for the benefit of all.

I was nearing the end of my 12 months, it was about time I discussed our
future with Roger, but we never got around to it. It was Roger's last game
of the season, & it was pretty hot already. I went to the game as usual,
picking up Luke on the way. They won, but it didn't mean anything as they
missed making the semis, the bigger towns had much stronger teams. But the
boys enjoyed themselves.

After the game had finished, I was rather exhausted. Roger had played like a
champion and I was all done by barracking him on. He ran over to me with a
smile as wide as only Roger's can be. "What a game!" I said "You played
exceptionally well, and really creamed their number 7".

"Sure did" he answered "and he deserved everything I threw at him, his name
is Bruce and he's a real dag. Called me a faggot out there mid field, just
before I got stuck into him the first time". My heart dropped, this was the
first time Roger had ever mentioned that others took him for being gay. It
was to be the first of many I thought to myself.

"Did that worry you?" I asked very nervously.

I was sure nearly everyone who knew Roger knew he was gay, or at least
suspected he was, although he was not queen acting, but he just looked like
it. It reminded me of the time when the shearing was on, as Mum and Dad were
overseas I had to get the sheep sheared. I had seen Dad do this every year,
but never took any notice of how he organised a group of Shearer's to turn
up at our farm on time & actually work for the whole time. I knew they would
slacken off if the ring leader wasn't on their backs all the time.

Mr B had come to my aid, & put me in touch with the organizers of this
unruly lot. They were actually very helpful, & they turned up when they were
supposed to & actually sheared the sheep in the 2 weeks I had estimated they
would need. But not without incident. The major one was at the end of their
first day, I was beat. Roger had been a big help, he had arranged all the
food for the guys lunch & their cook had made a hearty lunch for them.

Roger was seen running up & down the shearing line tending to the men's
needs, drinks, smokes etc, I was sure he was charging them a delivery fee
from the shop, but that was OK. A few of them had wolf whistled at him, like
Shearer's do, nothing exceptional in that, I can recall similar being done
to me years ago when Dad was around & nothing was ever said even about that.
He looked fantastic, he had kept his shirt on, but his blonde hair was
jumping around & I found myself looking at him running around a few seconds
when I had a moment to myself. I didn't think it was too obvious. I was
surprised just how quick Roger turned up with the goods after each order,
not having time to ask how many runs he had done to the shop & back, I could
imagine he was quite exhausted by days end. But I needed him to do the jobs
I had hired him to do, & now it was time for the hardest one & the most
important, for him to complete.

I told him to go & get the beer over an hour ago & it was just on quitting
time & these thirsty 20 big guys wanted a beer & quick. They didn't want to
have to go off to the pub, neither did I as it was only the first day & I
needed them to back tomorrow. They were walking out of the shed asking where
the beer was etc, I could tell their patience was starting to run out, men
like this aren't used to waiting for anything, & they weren't going to.

"Roger's gone to get the beer" I announced as the bulk of the men were
leaving the shed "he won't be long".

There were many grumbles along the lines of "he better not be long" & "I'm
bloody thirsty you know". It was getting tough. I was fearing a walk out, 20
burly blokes standing round smoking & grumbling about the shed being run by
armatures etc. I was really worried & worried about where the hell Roger
was. Just them his bike appeared around the side of the house, he had his
trailer which we had made behind his bike I hoped full of beer, he was
really struggling with the weight in the trailer & was peddling mighty hard.
Now I knew what had taken him so long, the bike was over loaded & he was
having a real hard time of it. I expected the guys to give a shout, but
instead they stopped talking, a cloud of silence had fallen over them, I was
shocked, their well earned beer was within sight & they were silent.

I then realised what had caught their attention, Roger had taken his shirt
off & he looked absolutely stunning, pushing the bike pedals with all his
might. His shorts as always hiding nothing. My throat went dry. One of the
guys whispered "Will you take a look at that" to his mate standing next to
him. His mate answered "That's the bosses boy" just loud enough that
everyone heard, but without it being a statement to everyone.

I thought Roger & I were about to be bashed to a pulp, these were men of the
outback & poofters weren't respected nor tolerated. I was quite nervous, I
looked around at the group, they weren't at all interested in me, they were
all looking at Roger. Not a word had been said.

Roger pulled up in front of the group "Here's the beer guys, last one in's a
mug!" He jumped of his bike, sweat was dripping from all over him, his chest
pumping up & down grasping for air. A wolf whistle rang out loud from within
the group & they all laughed. They moved up & grabbed a beer from Roger who
had blushed bright red at the whistle. He knew he was being admired, a few
of them patted him on the shoulder & said thanks. His smile was the typical
wide Roger ear to ear grin that no one could refuse.

As the men each took a beer their chatter resumed, this was more like a
group of Shearer's that I know. They were laughing, smoking & swearing. The
critical moment was over. I walked up to Roger & he passed me a beer "I was
shitting myself then, I thought they were going to pull the place apart if
you were 2 seconds longer."

"You did a fine job getting all that here, you must be exhausted" I asked.

"Yep, sure am" said Roger, & reached down & grabbed a coke for himself,
"they look happy enough now though"

"Yeah, they sure do". We stood there & watched the Shearer's, I was stuffed,
ready to collapse into bed, I hadn't sheared a sheep, nor had I run round
all day like Roger did, but I was still stuffed. This had been one of the
hardest days of my life, & I was glad it was coming to an end. Roger & I
stood there & watched the Shearer's at play, drinking their beer & smoking.
Laughing & pushing each other around. I heard the two who had announced to
the group that Roger was "the bosses boy" talking, I was trying to hear what
they were saying, they saw me listening to them & they smiled back. His mate
whispered "Lucky bastard" to his mate & they both nodded. We have a friend I
though to myself, might have to call on these two if things got nasty. But
they never did.

The sheep got sawn in the allotted time, & as I paid each Shearer his tally
with the pit boss they each said thanks & that they'll be back next year,
Roger was also around, & each Shearer thanked him for his services & most
gave him a tip. He had made sure the beer was there before quitting time
every day since the first & I'm sure he had supplies hidden from the shop so
he didn't have to make more than one run a day. It was hard yakka for
Roger's school holidays, but I was certain that besides me paying him, the
men did also, & more than likely his Dad had him on some sort of commission
for selling stuff from his shop. So all in all, Roger had done nicely from
the 2 weeks.

Roger was looking at me, "Are you back with me?" he asked, I realised we
were still standing at the footy oval.

"Yes" I answered.

"Simon, I just said that I don't care who knows I'm gay, or whether they
give me a hard time over it, & you didn't answer me. Where have you been?" I
realised I had wondered off.

"Sorry, I was just thinking about the time when the Shearer's were here".

"Yeah, that was a great 2 weeks wasn't it?"

"It was also the first time I heard anyone refer to us as being together &
the first time I knew anyone had referred to you as being gay" I said to
Roger.

"I've been called a fag or poofter since I was 6" Roger said. This shocked
me, I didn't know this.

"What?" I asked.

"The first time anyone called me a sissy, was when I was six, it was my
second year at school, & I was keeping to myself. I knew I was different
from the other guys, just didn't know why."

"This kid walked up to me in the play ground & said `Brownie you're a real
sissy, why don't you go and play with the girls?' & then pushed me over. All
the other boys laughed at me. It wasn't a good day." I felt like crying, but
didn't as I didn't want to give him the satisfaction. I didn't even know
what I had done to upset him, but as he was a popular kid I thought I had
done something wrong." I hadn't heard Roger talk about this stuff before, so
I was very interested it getting it all out. Even though at the side line of
a football field wasn't the best place, if Roger wanted to talk about it
there, then I sure was going to listen.

"When did you realise that you liked boys?" I asked Roger with a load of
sand in my mouth.

"It wasn't until I was about 8" Roger answered, my heart was really pumping
now "I had just joined the Cub Scouts, we went on our first camp. This kid
David was sleeping in the bunk above me, I was pushing his mattress up with
my feet to annoy him. I liked him, still not knowing why." Roger smiled at
me, I smiled back knowing exactly what he meant. "He leaned down & whispered
to me to join him up on his bunk so I couldn't push his bed up. I quickly
slipped into his bed. I knew we would do something, my dick had gone stiff
just as I slid into his bed. He rolled towards me & I felt his stiffy as
well. I knew what he wanted, & I knew what I wanted, well I thought I did
anyhow".

Roger paused, looking over my shoulder into the distance, without looking
anywhere in particular. "What happened next?" I asked.

"He reached down & touched my dick. And I touched his. I hadn't wanked
myself at his stage, but I knew what a stiffy was, but not what you were
meant to do with it!" Roger laughed "his hand slipped up & down my small
shaft, so I did the same to his. It felt good. He whispered in my ear that
if they turned on the lights we were to say we were lonely & that's why I
was in his bed, I nodded yes. We just wanked each other. Nothing else
happened, we were both too young".

"After that night my wanking career started" Roger continued "I finally
found out what you were meant to do with a hard cock, & it was great."

"When did you first come?" I asked, it was a tough question & one which I
couldn't answer about myself. But I wanted to know if that was the same with
Roger.

"Well, the first I can remember was when I was on my first scout camp, I was
12 or 13. Chris was there, I liked Chris & I think he liked me. He was our
patrol leader so was a few years older than me. I was nearly asleep, Chris
had been stirring in his bed & I though to myself that he was playing with
himself. I was happy for him. I heard him get out of his bed, he came &
knelt next to me & whispered in my ear "Roger, are you awake?', I answered
yes. `Good' he said, & his hand slipped down inside my sleeping bad, `Do you
mind?' he asked. I answered no, & at that point his hand slipped inside my
PJ's & he wanked my cock."

"It felt great, Chris was obviously very experienced at wanking, his gentle
hand slipped up & down my shaft so easily. He asked me if it felt good, I
told him it felt fantastic, he was pleased. My cock grew bigger, I thought
it was going to pop, & next thing it did! I thought I had pissed myself &
started to get jumpy, Chris said to settle down, & then asked if that was my
first time I had come. I didn't know what he meant, & I asked him `What?'.
He gave a little laugh in my ear, & said `Tomorrow if you like I'll show you
more', I answered yes please. His hand was slipping up & down my cock in my
come, it felt good. He slid back into his bed & we went to sleep."

"The next day when I awoke, Chris gave me a big `Good Morning' & a big
smile, I liked that, finally I felt as if I had a friend, until that morning
I didn't have a true friend. We sat & ate breakfast together, the other kids
were at the table, but they weren't there to me. We giggled at each other, I
had the oldest kid hanging on my every word & me on his. It was the start of
a good day. Later that day, we were swimming at the water hole, & Chris & I
were splashing each other & mucking around. We had a piggy back fight with
the other kids, I was on Chris's shoulders & seeing I was so light & Chris
so big we won every time, we were quite a team. Chris asked me to come & lie
on a rock out in the sun, away from the others. I did this without thinking,
as he was MY friend. The others didn't matter. Laying there in the sun,
Chris asked me if I remembered last night, my heart jumped. As a complete
fool I answered no. I never realised why I answered no, but it didn't worry
Chris, he said "You know, when I wanked your cock?', oh yes, I answered, I
remember. `You said it was the first time you had come, is that right?'
Chris asked, I said yes. `Would you like to come again & to see me come?'
Chris asked. I answered yes, and my dick had started to get stiff, Chris
looked at it in my Speedos, & said `Looks like your ready'. I laughed, as
Chris also had a full stiffie at this time."

"We got up & walked up the river away from the others. When we were a safe
distance, Chris slid off his Speedos to reveal his giant cock to my virgin
eyes, it was the first time I had seen a stiff cock on someone else, & it
looked very nice. I just steered at it, my eyes wouldn't come off it. Chris
said "Can I take your Speedos off?', I had forgotten myself, I said yes, &
he reached over & slid my Speedos down. My cock was hard, very hard. We
stood there & looked at each other. I wasn't sure what to do next, but Chris
was just standing there, with his dick to the sky. I reached over & started
to wank it. He smiled at me, & started to wank mine. It didn't take long, we
both came, & that was it. I knew what joys wanking could do & I knew what
that it was normal to come. All I couldn't work out was why didn't everyone
do this to each other all the time?".

"So what happened after that?" I asked.

"Nothing else, Chris went to High School soon after that, as did most of the
other kids, I haven't seen him since" answered Roger.

"So you haven't had sex with anyone else?",

"No, that is until you finally came along, but I did my fair share of
wanking in-between" Roger answered with a smile.

I didn't know what to make of this, it was the first time Roger has spoken
about his sexuality with me, & I thing with anyone else. It was also the
first time Roger had even hinted there had been others in his sex life
before me, I wasn't sure if I was excited or disappointed.

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Comments etc welcome. Arid48@hotmail.com.

Chapter 9 following soon.

Alan