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

“What’s the problem, mate? We’re both grown men. It happens. I’d be worried if you didn’t wake up with a hard on at your age.”


He leaned down and gripped it, which surprised me even more, and used it to pull me out of bed.


“Get dressed. We gotta go down for breakfast.”


He let go of me and went over to where his clothes were. I watched as he bent over, his muscular arse cheeks parting slightly to reveal a nest of brown hair at the centre around the hole, and when he reached around to scratch himself he revealed more of that tempting crack to me. I even caught a glimpse of the tight pink pucker at the centre.


When he turned back around he caught me looking at him. Only when his eyes dropped to my hand on my cock did I even realise it was there.


“See something you like?” he asked.


“No, I, er, was just scratching myself.”


Chapter 4