I reluctantly took the job as cook in the bush camp as I needed to get away from the life I was leading, I was into alcohol and weed and it was taking over my life. After breaking up with my girlfriend, I knew that was the last one in a very long time. The women I met were all crazy, yeah it was not them it was me who did the choosing, and I always chose the wrong ones.
I was offered the job I could stay for three months, six months or a full year, I chose the year as I had room and board, and three full meals a day. I did work seven days a week, but I was doing what I loved doing. They did not hire women to do this job as they were a distraction to the men who worked out here.
It was manual labour and these guys worked long days and the only thing they had was me feeding them three times a the day. I was always friendly with all of them, even the jerks, a few of the guys were bullies, but they never bothered me. Their comments were never to my face but behind my back, because I was the cook I had to be and must be gay right.
The first few weeks were a learning curve, long hours lots of cleaning, lots of potatoes to peel, I was up at four each day to start breakfast. Then once breakfast was cleaned up it was prepping for lunch, I made three full meals a day including dessert after dinner. I tried to vary the meals so they were not eating the same thing every day.
Once I got into it I had my prep ready the day before so it gave me time to read, there was no tv, and this was long before the internet. You read or you slept, played cards, or even board games, but they never once invited me to join in either. I felt like the outsider in this place, they assumed I was gay so they did not associate with me.
If the guys got hurt I would see how bad and if he had to be transported out of camp, most of the injuries were small cuts and abrasions. I cleaned the wounds and bandaged them to the best of my ability. The work crews would now be in for six months at a time, I stayed on the yearly, I was now on a year and two months to be exact.
By month two the guys were edgy, so horny from lack of sex, some even looked at me thinking I could be their outlet for relief. I too was past the whole mastubation thing, it just was not cutting it anymore, I needed to have my cock sucked, I needed to be touched, I wanted to fuck. I asked for a weekend pass so I could go to the city and get some, they first approved it then at the last minute no one would be there to replace me.
I also needed some new porn mags, mine were getting sticky, pages hard to open, my cock was tender from being jerked off all the time. The one guy caught my eye, he was an attractive man, a full beard, well trimmed, his body was incredible. His mouth, his lips so pouty, his teeth perfect in every way, I almost drooled when he came in to eat.
He had just been brought in so he still was not at the point of looking at me and undressing me with his eyes. I know I had him naked in my jerk off sessions more than once, yeah I was now jerking off to men now. It was month three for him when I had just finished dishes and finished up clean up, lunch was in the oven I had two hours to relax.
I would shower, jerk off then relax in my cot, I liked the fact that I was alone between meals, I had alone time to play with my cock, jerk off a few loads. I went to my room and took off all of my clothes, I turned on the shower, so the water was nice and hot. I wet myself down then soaped up, I gently stroked my cock, the showers were gang style open with twelve shower heads.
I had my eyes closed and was imagining Rob naked beside me, his cock was so perfect in my wet dream of him. I was so close, my balls pulled in and my cock twitched.
"Oh fuck yeah Rob suck my cock baby, put your cock in my mouth and let me suck a load out of you."
The last word out of my mouth and I opened my eyes to Rob standing there watching me, jerk my cock, that with him there made me blast a massive load all over the shower room floor. He turned so red faced, his mouth open, his hands at his sides. I did not see it but the bulge in his pants got bigger, I turned and rinsed off, grabbed a towel and dried off.
"What can I do for you Rob?"
He was so tongue tied, I am sure the image of my cock in my hand and me calling his name were stuck in the man's head. I went to my room not waiting for his response, I put on sweats and a tee, slipped on a pair of slippers. I came out to him sitting at the table, cradling his arm, there was quite a bit of blood on his shirt.
I unbuttoned the sleeve and slid the shirt up, he had cut his forearm, not to badly but it needed to be cleaned and bandaged up. I leaned in to unbutton his shirt, his hand went to mine stopping me from undressing him.
"Rob you need to take this off, so I can get you bandaged up and you can put on a clean shirt."
He had on a blue plaid shirt, button up front, I went back to unbuttoning the shirt, he looked at me sheepishly.
"I won't hurt you Rob, I will tend to your wound is all, your safe with me."
I got his shirt unbuttoned, then slid it off of his shoulders, these big tough men were such babies when they were injured. I was to be their caregiver, to take care of them when they were sick, feed them, the only thing I did not do is wipe their asses. I cleaned the wound and put a bandage on it wrapping it in gauze.
He sat there his eyes on mine, I knew he was replaying the scene in the shower, my cock started to rise again. I suggested he go to his bunk and sleep for a few hours till lunch time, then I would go wake him. He sat there like I had to bring him to his room and tuck him in, I walked him to his bunk and he showed me which on.
I took off his boots and I got him in bed and covered him with a blanket, he stared at me, not a word said, he almost smiled at one point. I ran my hand over the side of his handsome cheek.
"Get some sleep Rob I will wake you for lunch."
