So handsome!

Steve Smith, captain of the Ozzie cricket team.

Any time.

Bloke du Jour

Jacob Hoxsey

Stuart Broad

English cricketer.  Very cute.

Cricketer

Ryan Harris

Ozzie cricketer.  What a handsome man he is.

[Usual boring boring: just because he's here doesn't make him gay]

Cricket. sort of

Ashton Agar

Ozzie cricketer. Cute as!

I say, anyone for cricket?

Aaron Finch

In case you're from America, the garb he's wearing and  his bat shows he's a cricketer.

He's rather cute.  Honest.

You can see another pic of this handsome bloke here.

Aaron Finch

He's an Ozzie cricketer.  Very handsome and rather cute.  The usual boring boring applies.

Shane Watson

Ozzie cricketer.  Gorgeous (but straight -- sigh)

Majorca Flats -- 120

“Luigi, first … look, it's been worrying me a lot since we … Look … I'm not straight. I know I pretended, but ...” Jason paused for a minute, still keeping a tight grip on Luigi's hands. “I have had girlfriends, but I'm gay. I lived with a man. I was in love with him. His name was Brent.” Then, to his shame and chagrin he found himself unable to speak. He wiped his eyes on his sleeve.

“What the fuck are ya doin' to Jase?” Keith loomed over them, big, angry, protective.

Jason let go of one of Luigi's hands and grabbed Keith by the other. “Siddown,” he growled past the lump in his throat. “Just siddown and fucking listen!”

He looked at the other men, one after the other, and when he was sure they were ready to listen, he began.

“I met Brent at a cricket game. It was lust at first sight. And love too. Oh jeez, so much love. He was playing for the other team, and afterwards we went for a beer which became two and then three. And it was as if there was electricity between us. We couldn't stop looking at each other. He was so sexy in his cricket whites, smelling of sweat and earth and him. I wanted him so much. I hadn't really thought about being 'gay'. There'd been a guy at school and I'd thought I loved him, but it wasn't like I felt gay or anything. I'd had girlfriends and it was good, the sex, and ...” and Jason struggled to be honest, to explain it all properly, “... and being close to them. I mean, Lou,” and he turned to look at Luigi, “I could have got married and probably the marriage would have worked, because … well, because I can have a relationship with a woman. But then I met Brent.”

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Steve Davies is Gay!

He's come out -- at the beginning of his career, too.  Good on him.

Majorca Flats -- 75

Graeme was away about ten or fifteen minutes and when he returned he was carrying two diet cokes and a packet of chips. The coke was icy, and it felt wonderful to drink it. The crisps were delicious, and they shared the packet between them in a companionable silence. Jason offered to pay, but Graeme refused point blank.

“You're the visitor here,” he said.

He let Jason eat most of the chips. “I'll get fat if I eat too many,” he said, “but you won't have to worry!”

“Oh, of course!” replied Jason ironically. “Of course you'll get fat, Mr Slim! And what makes you think I won't get fat?””

“You're young. You probably do lots of sports – lemme guess, cricket, rugby, swimming, running? Am I right?”

“You are.” Jason gave the other man a smile.

“It's hard work, keeping myself from bloating. You know what the scene is like. You have to be young, slim, muscular and perfect.”

“You're doing pretty well, then,” said Jason with a wink.

“So what are you going to do while you're here in Oz?” Graeme ignored the flirting, but he smiled a little as he pretended not to hear the comment.

“I dunno.” And it struck Jason suddenly that he could go and see all the sights: Sydney Harbour Bridge, at the least. But first he'd have to earn some money.

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There's something to be said for cricket

Starting with pics like this.  Not sure who he is (it's from a recent test match which Australia comprehensively lost) but I'm sure the usual disclaimer applies.

Shapely bum, neh?  And sexy arm and back.

Majorca Flats -- 35

Their faces were only a few centimetres apart.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” Luigi asked, his face intent, his eyes never leaving Jason's.

“No.” Jason had wanted to add, “not now”, but that was dishonest. He'd had girlfriends, but he probably wouldn't have another, ever.

“Oh. Did you like your first time with a man?”

He meant this time, Jason realised. “No.” Before Luigi could reply, hurt or angry, thinking that Jason meant their sex, Jason kissed him on the mouth and said, “This wasn't my first time. It was at boarding school. One of the sixth-formers took a fancy to me.”

He remembered it perfectly: the scent of cut grass; the dust and mould in the cricket pavilion change room; the mild discomfort during sex; the way he'd felt afterwards, that he had crossed the frontier of some new exotic country where he was and always would be a stranger and an exile, but that it was the only place which would have him. Stewart had calmly got dressed after, and arranged a meeting for the next week. Jason had hero-worshipped him, and at the time he'd taken that for love. When Stewart had never contacted him again after he'd gone up to Oxford, Jason had been horribly hurt.

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[The image comes from this site] 

Shane Watson

An Ozzie cricketer.  Isn't he the cat's pyjamas?

 

The usual disclaimer: happy, but not gay, so far as I know.  And as for me perving at him, hey, a cat can look at a queen, no?

Aussie Speedo Guy

This is a blog I read every once in a while. It's written by a fellow bisexual Ozzie, though he seems to be much more of a jetsetter and far more glamorous than I am!

He, like me, shares a fascination for what are called Speedos (whichever manufacturer makes them.) There's something about the thin layer between you and the world, about the hinting and concealment, about the key parts of the body hidden by those small scraps of fabric that make them very sexy. Proving I suppose that the biggest sex organ is the mind.

The pic of the nude guy shooting..... champagne! .... is from his blog, as is the guy in his 'speedo' (actually an AussieBum, I think) playing cricket. This bloke has to be Ozzie -- in England the weather's too bad to play cricket wearing just a pair of swim briefs, in America they don't play cricket and are in any case squeamish about short bathers, and in South Africa, cricket is no longer the popular sport it was. And anyway, I can see the Norfolk Island Pines in the background.


Just though I'd give you the head's up on his site. He's done me some favours in the past.

[Update:  The bullying Speedo corporation has forced Dave Evans to close down his Aussie Speedo Guy blog and website.  You can still find it here, though]