The shower cubicles in the hostel were small, meaning you couldn't really change in them without getting all your stuff wet.
I stepped out of the cubicle naked, drying myself off as I went, when a man walked in. It was the guy from our dormitory who was masturbating the previous night.
He nodded hello and began to get undressed himself. I suddenly felt strangely vulnerable being naked in front of him, knowing what had happened the previous night.
I couldn't help but sneak a peek of his cock though. I don't think it's gay to be curious about other men's cocks, maybe people would consider it bi-curious, but all men have them and I like to compare shapes and sizes.
He was a good size, quite a lot bigger than mine. Nothing compared to James, but a fair sized uncircumcised dick nonetheless. I felt a little insecure about my manhood as I stood naked in front of him.
"Sorry about last night." He said.
I was a bit taken aback by this.
"Um, that's ok." I said brushing it off.
"I was a bit drunk, you know? And... well I saw you and your missus.. you know..." he stopped "hope you don't think I was out of order." He said.
"Not at all I said," desperately trying to dry myself off and get my pants on. "I'd have done the same."
"She's alright, you're missus." He said in a thick Australian accent. "I keep seeing her around, you're a lucky fella."
"I'm not so sure about that." I replied flatly.
He introduced himself as Brad. He was probably in his mid thirties, quite buff with a slight belly and a bald head.
"You watching the footy later?" He asked, still standing there naked.
"Australian football?" I replied. "I don't follow it."
"Ah you'll have to come down for a beer with me and I'll explain the rules to ya, I'll be down at the bar at eight. Bring the missus if you like."
I found myself accepting his invitation, somewhat reluctantly. Although I thought I may as well find something to do as I didn't think I'd be seeing Lisa.
I texted a predicable apology to Lisa telling her I loved her, and headed back to the dorm for a nap.
When I awoke it was nearly eight o clock. I checked my phone but Lisa hadn't replied. I threw on some jeans and headed down to meet Brad.
I sat and drank with Brad for a few hours. He told me he was having a mid life crisis after his wife had kicked him out for cheating on her with another guy.
"I didn't even know I was bisexual till I was thirty." He said. "Next thing I know I'm meeting up with some fella named George, who I met on the internet and sucking him off in a truck stop. I'm a lorry driver you see."
I didn't really know how to take Brad, or what to say in response. He told me his life story, right up to him discovering he was bi, and then about his liaisons with other truckers. He was funny though and seemed like a decent guy.
"So I'm heading up to Queensland to see my sister, and I thought I'd stop by Sydney on the way up." He told me. Lots of lovely guys and girls in Sydney to look at ain't there." He said.
"There is indeed." I replied.
Just then I spotted Lisa and James walking past the window. They had their arms round each other's waste's like a proper couple. It'd been a few hours since I left them. I saw them walk up the stairs to our hostel, which was opposite the bar. Brad spotted her too.
"Ain't that your missus?" He said.
"Yeah." I replied, a little uneasily.
"She's with that bloody James fella look." He said.
"Oh, do you know James then?" I asked.
"I've seen him about, he's quite the ladies man ain't he!?" He said "very sure if himself. Mind you who wouldn't be with a fucking cock like he's got. It's like a bloody third leg." He said laughing loudly. "I couldn't believe it when I saw him in the showers the other morning."
"Tell me about it." I said glumly "Lisa won't shut up about it."
"Ere she's not banging him is she?" He asked, noticing the concern on my face.
"I don't know." I replied, and I began to tell him of the events of the last twenty-four hours. I was pretty drunk by then, the few beers I'd had with Brad added to an afternoon of drinking, somehow made me less inhibited, so I decided to tell Brad everything.
It felt good to get it off my chest, and I didn't think a guy like Brad would judge me, which made it easier to open up to him.
"Bloody women." He responded supportively. "They're all the same, that's one of the reasons I turned to cock." He laughed. "That and the taste."
I couldn't help but laugh at his brash, Australian humour.
"So you're what's known as a cuckold then!?" Brad said bluntly. "No offence like, but a bloke who's missus fucks other blokes is called a cuckold." He said
"I know." I replied abruptly, "but she might not be fucking him." I said, trying to make myself feel a bit more positive.
"Yet." Said Brad. "You mean she might not be fucking him yet." He laughed. "But believe me mate, if she's walking up the street with him arm in arm, knowing what he's got inside his pants, she will be soon."
"Thanks a bunch mate, that's done a lot for my confidence." I replied.
"Sorry bud. I'm just telling it like it is. He's got a bloody monster, and, well, I got a good look at your little maggot earlier. Just saying."
Just then Ellie, the girl who had orchestrated the game of spin the bottle the previous night, walked in, Brad waved at her to join us.
"Hi guys." She said cheerfully. "What are you up to?"
"We were just discussing whether or not Danny's missus is fucking that James bloke or not." Said Brad loudly.
"Thank mate." I said sarcastically. "I was sort of confiding in you, not expecting you to tell the world my problems."
"Chill out mate, it's only Ellie, she won't tell anyone. Will you El?" He replied, looking at Ellie.
"No, I can keep a secret." Ellie replied excitedly. "What's the goss?"
Brad looked at me to give him the go ahead to tell Ellie.
"Oh for Christ's sake, you can tell her if you want, I'm going for a piss." I said, tutting as I walked off.