I don't know what I expected but it was a very classy place. My locker key was on an elastic band so I put it around my wrist and went in. I got undressed and put my stuff in the locker and put my towel around my waist. There was a sign in the locker room spelling out the rules. There's a pool, spa, sauna and the café is open upstairs." Mainly office workers from around here, but it doesn't really start to fill up until about six. "Oh there will be a rush around lunch time. I sort of assumed that since it had only just opened. I should tell you that there's no one else here at the moment." You can stay twenty-four hours but ask for a pass out if you want to take a break. "Thanks," though it looked like is wasn't that much cheaper. I'll take you as twenty-four since it's your first time." "Oh, actually I've just turned twenty-five a few weeks ago." "Can I ask your age? If you're under twenty-five you get a discount." I must have looked like a dick if anyone saw me walking past a few times trying to look like I wasn't interested. I saw that it didn't open till 11am but I checked it out anyway. I did google it and I found it just around the block from my motel. If you're looking to get off it's very cool." I'd love to help you out but I wrote that when I was on holiday up there a month back. It was already 1am so I went back to my motel and called one of the numbers in the morning.
I put a few of the numbers into my phone. "If you want your ass fucked, call me" followed by the number and that sort of thing. There was no one there but I noticed written on the back of the toilet door amongst the graffiti a few phone numbers. I did eventually check out a public toilet at a park near my motel late at night. Of course I was horny as hell but being unfamiliar with Brisbane, the only way to satisfy myself was with my hand. I wasn't happy there but didn't know any other life. I was born in Charleville, raised in a Catholic foster home and then when I was old enough, Father McPatrick got me an apprenticeship out at Red Hill Station. I had to come back to see the doctor again after I was allowed to leave the hospital so the boss gave me a week off and put me up in a motel. I got a few injections in my back which hurt like hell but after that I was right as rain. The scan didn't show anything too serious. It was a workplace injury so the company that owns the cattle station had to pay all the bills, or at least their insurance did. The doctor said I'd better get a scan and I was flown all the way down to Brisbane strapped to a board. I had to call out to one of the guys to get help. We drove about a dozen head out of the gully. One of the guys brought my stinking horse back and I finished the job. I ended up on my back in the dirt and it was no pretty fall. If I was telling the truth I'd say it scared the shit out of me too. It was I guess five-hundred metres away but it scared the shit out of my horse. We were about half way out when lightening hit a tree and blew it to pieces. He sent one of us up the road in the Land Rover to the bridge to radio us if there was any water coming down our way. He told us to go out and make sure there weren't any head in Shady Gully about ten k's from the homestead. It hadn't rained for months but there was a band of thunderstorms moving in. Six months back, we got a radio call from the boss. Nearly all the truckies are straight, are married and have families somewhere so I guess the risk is low. If the guy wanted to use a condom then fair enough. We were pretty much all only after one thing to get a cock in our arses. I'm not the only young guy like myself that hangs around there after midnight hoping to pick one of them up. There's a 24 hour petrol station with a road house and there's also a public toilet block with hot showers for the truckies. There's a place on the highway just out of Charleville where long distance trucks park at night. I had lots of stories to protect my secrets. I've only ever had sex with men but that's not what I told the guys I worked with. That's the only chance I had to have sex. It's three hours drive away and I got to go in there a few times a year. The nearest big town to the station is called Charleville, my home town.
I'd be subjected to so much abuse that I'd have to leave and I thought I wouldn't get a job anywhere else without a reference. There's no way I could come out in the place where I lived and worked and to the other guys there. I'm gay but was completely in the closet. I worked on a cattle station in far west Queensland in Australia.