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

Finally, I couldn’t hold off any longer. I could feel my arse muscles contract around Tank’s fat prick. My whole body shuddered as I delivered a big load of cream into Matt’s deserving mouth. He immediately rolled out from beneath me, the last of my cum splattering the side of his face and my bedding.


Suddenly Tank began to pound my arse. His hips were slamming into me so forcefully I had to dig my fingers into the mattress to stop my head from hitting the wall. I looked over my shoulder and saw Tank’s eyes were closed. His head was back against his shoulders. Matt was standing beside him jerking off; the head of his cock aimed at Tank’s cock. It was uncomfortable, but I kept my head turned. If I hadn’t, I would have missed the sight of Matt blowing his load over Tank’s cock, the warm splashes triggering Tank to unload deep inside me. My first cock and my first load. I’d never forget either of them.


Chapter 7