Brandon has just graduated from university as a primary school teacher. As he travels to his first teaching post, he wonders what he’s got himself into. From the airplane, the tiny town of Gunnanilla looks no bigger than a cattle station. And when he lands, he steps into heat such as he has never encountered before. Sweating and feeling faint from the extreme temperature, he meets his new boss Mark Petersen, the racist principal of the only school for miles around. Then he meets the school’s other teacher, Mark’s wife Trina, and the students, most of whom are Australian Aborigines. Life in the small town is no picnic. In the summer, the heat is unrelenting. In the wet season, the town is cut off from the outside world and all deliveries are brought to a halt. There is only one television channel. To top it all off, there are any number of poisonous creatures around, such as snakes, scorpions, and spiders. How’s a poor city boy like Brandon, who’s interested in fashion, music, and clubbing and none too confident with his sexuality, going to cope? Enter the handsome, rough-around-the-edges miner, Frank. When Mark warns Brandon that Frank is gay, it seems this town might finally have something to keep him entertained. But how can he meet Frank without drawing attention to his own sexuality? How can anything possibly happen between them in such rough, tough, and macho surroundings?

Desert Country

As though psychically attuned, Frank broke away from the embrace and, leaning back, peeled his shorts off. Brandon, with some difficulty, followed suit. Frank then bent down and felt about for something under the seat. Suddenly there was a clunk and Brandon felt the seat slide back.


It was difficult to see in the twilight, but Brandon’s fingers managed to find Frank’s cock, which felt massive in the palm of his hand. He gave it a squeeze then released it. He reached up and pulled Frank back on top of him, their cocks pressing together as they kissed. He could feel the wet, stickiness of Frank’s pre-cum basting his erection, heightening the sensation of the two organs grinding together.


Within minutes Brandon had his feet on the dashboard, which had the added advantage of elevating his arsehole. Now, instead of feeling Frank’s lubricated cock rubbing against his own, it was rubbing against the sensitive skin of his anus.


Chapter 9