![]() 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.
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