As a fairly young guy, I lived in a remote mining community in Australia's northwest. As the Townsite Manager I used to employ an Activities Officer to help keep the kids amused during the long summer holidays.
One year, the guy who arrived - selected by the Physical Education faculty of one of our universities down south - was about 19 yrs old, tall, pleasant looking and with a slim, athletic build:smile:. His name was Graeme.
You have to appreciate that remote mining towns are mostly populated by males. There were about a hundred guys with wives and children, but the rest of the populace was male, single & mostly young.
The only unattached female was the local school teacher, and boy was she ugly!
As two single guys mad on sport and fitness, Graeme and I got on extremely well and spent a lot of our free time playing tennis, swimming and attending aerobics classes.
I'd already noticed that Graeme appeared to have a significant package in his work gear - heavy khaki drill shorts and shirt - but what made me really keen to know more was the day we played one-on-one basketball in torrential rain. Our light cotton T-shirts and shorts were saturated and I could clearly see the outline of a very thick slug in his shorts:wink:. I became almost obsessed with finding out more.
Soon afterwards there was an aerobics session where people were paired off to work on specific exercises together. One of these was to lie on your back with your partner standing over you just near your head. One had to grasp one's partner's ankles with each hand and then raise both your legs into the air to touch his hands or chest - first legs up to the right, then to the left and then to the centre.
It was a good exercise for the lower back and abs. It was also a good opportunity -staring up the legs of Graeme's shorts as he stood over me - to stare straight up at his bulging briefs. That boy was packing some major meat
!
I was a bit annoyed when it came time to change places, but then I realised that Graeme seemed to be checking my package out too as he lay looking upwards. I started to crack a hard-on but, fortunately, the exercise ended before I'd reached really noticeable (and potentially embarassing) hardness.
A day or so later, Graeme asked me if I'd like to come by his room in the single men's quarters to play cards that evening. I'm not big on poker but I said yes. We talked and played for a while, had far too much to drink and then he asked if I'd like to sleep over. The room had bunk beds and I said yes. He then asked if I'd like to play strip-poker to decide who got to choose top or bottom bunk.
The way he said "top or bottom" - combined with the way his cock and scrotum could be occasionally glimpsed as he moved around in shorts with no underwear - gave me an idea that we were not really stripping off bit by bit simply in order to decide on bunking arrangements:wink:.
For all that I'm hopeless at cards, the point arrived where Graeme had only his shorts left to lose, whereas I still had shorts, socks and underpants to go. At this stage, nicely fired up by wine and closeness, we both had fairly obvious erections. I could clearly see some pre-cum seeping through his flimsy shorts:tongue:. I was determined to get those shorts off him and then see what he had in mind in terms of going top or bottom. Above all else, I wanted to feast my eyes on his equipment in all its glory.
(To be continued if anyone's interested)
One year, the guy who arrived - selected by the Physical Education faculty of one of our universities down south - was about 19 yrs old, tall, pleasant looking and with a slim, athletic build:smile:. His name was Graeme.
You have to appreciate that remote mining towns are mostly populated by males. There were about a hundred guys with wives and children, but the rest of the populace was male, single & mostly young.
The only unattached female was the local school teacher, and boy was she ugly!
As two single guys mad on sport and fitness, Graeme and I got on extremely well and spent a lot of our free time playing tennis, swimming and attending aerobics classes.
I'd already noticed that Graeme appeared to have a significant package in his work gear - heavy khaki drill shorts and shirt - but what made me really keen to know more was the day we played one-on-one basketball in torrential rain. Our light cotton T-shirts and shorts were saturated and I could clearly see the outline of a very thick slug in his shorts:wink:. I became almost obsessed with finding out more.
Soon afterwards there was an aerobics session where people were paired off to work on specific exercises together. One of these was to lie on your back with your partner standing over you just near your head. One had to grasp one's partner's ankles with each hand and then raise both your legs into the air to touch his hands or chest - first legs up to the right, then to the left and then to the centre.
It was a good exercise for the lower back and abs. It was also a good opportunity -staring up the legs of Graeme's shorts as he stood over me - to stare straight up at his bulging briefs. That boy was packing some major meat
I was a bit annoyed when it came time to change places, but then I realised that Graeme seemed to be checking my package out too as he lay looking upwards. I started to crack a hard-on but, fortunately, the exercise ended before I'd reached really noticeable (and potentially embarassing) hardness.
A day or so later, Graeme asked me if I'd like to come by his room in the single men's quarters to play cards that evening. I'm not big on poker but I said yes. We talked and played for a while, had far too much to drink and then he asked if I'd like to sleep over. The room had bunk beds and I said yes. He then asked if I'd like to play strip-poker to decide who got to choose top or bottom bunk.
The way he said "top or bottom" - combined with the way his cock and scrotum could be occasionally glimpsed as he moved around in shorts with no underwear - gave me an idea that we were not really stripping off bit by bit simply in order to decide on bunking arrangements:wink:.
For all that I'm hopeless at cards, the point arrived where Graeme had only his shorts left to lose, whereas I still had shorts, socks and underpants to go. At this stage, nicely fired up by wine and closeness, we both had fairly obvious erections. I could clearly see some pre-cum seeping through his flimsy shorts:tongue:. I was determined to get those shorts off him and then see what he had in mind in terms of going top or bottom. Above all else, I wanted to feast my eyes on his equipment in all its glory.
(To be continued if anyone's interested)