It was well past dark by the time we arrived at the hotel where Mary’s team were waiting. She took me to the room and got me settled in bed before ...eeting with her team, knowing they would be on the road early in the morning.I must have fallen asleep because I never saw, heard, or felt Mary re-enter the room, much less crawl into the bed and curl up behind me. I woke in her arms. She must have been awake and watching me because my stirring and flutter in my eyes brought a series of soft. Seaweed floats like tentacled scum, sending shivers through you as you brush it, but it’s oddly accommodating, parting quickly for your passage. As your bare kicking feet just start to touch the sand of the rising sea bed, you see a man further down the beach. He stands alone, face in shadow, between you and the far off ramshackle docks.He’s looking straight at you.You stop. He hasn’t moved or made a sound since his discovery and the moment stretches, with you gently bobbing on the water, among. As I sat there, I noticed all the well drawn pictures of transvestites taking cocks in all their available holes and the stories that accompanied them etched onto the back of the cubicle door. I have to admit, I had never considered gay sex, let alone thinking about a glamorous transvestite, but my cock was now pointing at the ceiling, pulsating with every line of gay erotica I was taking in on this door!Just then, I heard someone come into the cubicle next to me. I listened intently as I heard. Might just earn a couple of bob,(pre-decimal slang for shillings for those who don’t know)!Off we went to his shed and he said,’You’d better take your t-shirt off boy,it’s really dusty in here and you don’t want your mum to bawl at you’So,there I was in just my white nylon footy shorts,shifting boxes and soon the sweat was rolling off me like a pig,while Mr A was offering encouragement from the packing chest he was sat on!Lazy sod,thought I,I’m doing all the graft and he’s just sitting there.