Jay

Let's be honest.

If it wasn't for the fact that my aunt Valerie happens to be the rich side of the family, lives alone with no children to her name and thinks of me as her favourite nephew, then wild horses wouldn't have dragged me to her home in Australia.

Let's be fair.

It looks a beautiful country.

And Jackson, the very first Aussie HMBoy who we saw here a couple of months ago, made the phrase "Down Under" just about as attractive as it can be in every sense you can think of.

But I've gotta say that I've never warmed to Australians.

The English are bad enough - but the Australians are like the English were thirty or forty years ago.

Except, of course, that they have lots of cute immigrants there these days.

Let's take the Greeks first of all.

If you ever saw the TCV show Heartbreak High, set in an Australian high school, you'll remember just how cute young Alex Dimitriades was.

And there are masses of cute Asian boys there too - most of them from immigrant families who headed there as refugees from South Vietnam in the '70s.

Jay, for instance, is the son of Vietnamese immigrants.

I met him when I went to visit aunt Valerie earlier this year.

And he - not her - is the reason I'm looking forward to going back next year.

In his school holidays Jay acts as a tourist guide at the Almanda Mine, just south of Adelaide. It's part of the Scott Creek Conservation Park, if you're interested (and, after reading this, I bet you will be!)

A visit to the old mine was auntie's idea of an entertaining day out.

 And, I've got to admit, on that particular day it did turn out to be surprisingly entertaining.

I think what I first noticed about Jay was his smile.

He looked so happy.

He told me later it was because he'd found a cute, young tourist in his party - me!

In spite of our guide, the tour of the mine itself was pretty ordinary - it's been closed down for almost 120 years, so there's not a great deal left to see.

But after the tour was over, Jay asked me whether, because I'd been the most interested member of the group, I'd like to see a few more unusual sights.

I think by that stage, after an hour or two of continually catching each other's eye in the so-called mine complex - which was really so rudimentary an layout that it ought to have been renamed the mine simple - both of us knew exactly what was likely to be in store.

And, as it was getting towards the heat of noon by now, he asked whether I minded if he took off his shirt.

Naturally, I had no problem with that at all!

And it wasn't very much longer before more sly glances and lots of innuendo along the lines of "so you haven't actually got a girlfriend, huh?" produced the inevitable outcome.

I've gotta say that I'd never been with an Asian boy before.

Not that I'm prejudiced or anything, but it's just that the opportunity's never come my way.

But if they're all like Jay then I guess I'm a convert.

Or, as Jay tells me we're called, a rice queen.

His body was just a fantasy come true.

Smooth as silk…

And, contrary to what I'd often heard, gifted with plenty to get my teeth into.

And, come to that, to get my more-than-willing dick into too.

To cut a long story short - though I promise you plenty of detail in the full set of pictures to come - Jay made my vacation.

I think aunt Valerie was amazed just how much fun I seemed to be having on my daily trips to the conservation park.

But, as I explained to her before I left, you just don't see Australia's unique flora and fauna anywhere else in the whole wide world.