Wayne Mansfield

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?

Shearers

Tank put his foot on the bath and dried the area between his low-hanging balls and the top of his arse.


“No worries,” he said. “Water’s a bit dirty, but it’ll get you clean. Run a bit of hot water.”


Tank’s ease at being naked helped me a lot. I was still a bit shy about showing myself in front of other people. I guess psychologists would say I had poor body image. And I did. But I wanted to fit in. I wanted to be one of the guys so I took my towel off and threw it over the tin wall.


After turning on the hot water tap I stood up, but wasn’t sure where to look. I wanted to look at Tank. I wanted to study every inch of that solid, stocky body. I wanted to stare down at his hairy, uncut cock as it jiggled in front of him while he dried his back. But I daren’t. Even thinking about not looking at his hot body was sending the blood rushing to my cock.


“You don’t have to be shy,” said Tank.


Chapter 3