Cameron stepped out of the shower and dried himself before the mirror in the hotel bathroom. His reflected image pleased him. The long hours spent in the country club fitness center had met the intended purpose.

He looked over his six-foot, l65 lbs. frame and admired his washboard stomach. The blue eyed blond ran his hands over his muscular arms and chest. He posed a little and caressed his balls and cock. His genitals were still a little sore from the previous night's activities.

The male prostitute he had hired had pleased him. Cameron always had to be in control and that is why he almost always paid for sex. If he had control over the act he knew he would always be satisfied because that is what he paid for.

Cameron led a life of privilege. He had attended the best schools, lived in a mansion, always drove the best cars, and had all the money he could spend.

Cameron thought the best part of the deal was he did not have to do any thing to keep living the good life. His dad was a vice-president of a large St. Louis brewery and dad kept his son well supplied with the finer things of life.

Cameron walked over to the window of his 20th floor hotel room and looked out over downtown St Louis. He watched the barges go down the Mississippi River and looked out at the impressive Gateway Arch. He stood naked in the window and wondered if anyone could see him in the hotel across the street as he gently stroked his penis. He lay on his stomach on the bed for a while and rubbed his manhood against the soft sheets. He did not get very hard and attributed it to the last nights sexual workout.

Yesterday Cameron had spent over $200.00 on underwear for his trip. The bags from his shopping trip were strewn over the other twin bed in his hotel room. Also on the bed were condoms in a variety of colors and types, lube, two wallets of Travelers Checks, airline tickets, a cock ring, several Speedo swim suits, a couple gay magazines, and copy of "Fodor's 2000 Australia; The Complete guide to the Cities, Rain Forests, the Reef, the outback and Adventure Vacations".

He unwrapped a package of Calvin Klein briefs and pulled them on. He was staying at the hotel because his parents had closed down their home in Webster Groves to take a month tour of Europe. His parents had wanted Cameron to accompany them on their trip but he had persuaded them to let him to go Australia on the pretext of going to the Olympics. Oh he was going to an event or two but his real quest was having some sex with some beautiful Australian men.

Cameron had a life of privilege but there was the also the downside to the deal with which was dependence on his parents. He was 25 years old and wanted to be independent but Cameron would rather do anything to please his parents if that meant not having to work for a living. Cameron's father did not know his was gay but he thought his mother must know.

Cameron was very discreet in his sex life and that was another reason he preferred prostitutes. He had what he called his trophy collection. When he has sex the person he paid had to hand over briefs or boxers. Cameron had a box of various briefs, boxers, thongs, and jocks in plastic bags.

Once a guy who came to service Cameron was not wearing any underwear. Cameron told the guy he had to have something so the man gave Cameron his shirt and had to leave one St. Louis County's most exclusive hotels half naked. Cameron laughed as the hustler left the room. Cameron once paid the plane fare of a porn star to come to St. Louis for an evening of pleasure.

Clad only in his tight Calvin Klein white cotton briefs, Cameron started packing the underwear he had purchased the day before into his suitcase. He would be leaving for Australia later this afternoon. He glanced over to the nightstand and saw a pair of CK Briefs. He snatched up the briefs bearing the CK logo on the waistband.

"Oh," he thought to himself "my pair of trophy briefs from last night. A pretty expensive pair of underwear."

He had paid Dirk $150.00 per hour and Dirk was with Cameron over two hours. Dirk wanted another $25.00 for the underpants. Cameron was no math wiz but came up with a total of $325.00.

He was about to lob the used briefs in the wastebasket because he did not want to take them on his trip when something caught his eye. He had most guys' sign their underwear but Dirk had written more than his signature. Cameron held the underwear out and read "To Cameron with Love from Dirk."

He read the note one more time and then again. He had never had a sex partner tell him he loved him. He sat on the bed and contemplated what had occurred? He wrote that because I paid him Cameron rationalized. Cameron thought to himself that no one except mom and dad loved him and mom is the only person who ever tells me and not very often.

Deep down Cameron knew there was something missing in his life. He knew he needed to be loved but would not seek love because he would risk rejection. Cameron could not tolerate rejection. He feared it and blocked it out from his consciousness.

Cameron started again to throw the briefs away but stopped short. He stripped off the pair he was wearing and replaced them with the signed pair. "Maybe these will bring me luck." he thought.

Cameron lay down on the bed for a quick nap before leaving for the airport. He drifted into slumber in a few minutes and started to dream.

Cameron was alone on a beautiful Australia Beach. He saw a lone swimmer headed into the shore. Cameron watched as the tall bronzed Australian emerged from the ocean. He was naked except for a tiny red Speedo swim suit.

The tall stranger came over to Cameron and without a word spoken wrapped his arms around Cameron and gave him a long warm hug. The stranger fell down in the sand and Cameron lay beside him. Soon Cameron was stroking the growing erection in the strangers Speedo. Cameron replaced his hand with his mouth and sucked on the mans fabric covered cock. Cameron slid the swim suit over the long legs of the swimmer and felt his own dick come to full attention.

When Cameron awoke he found his hand inside his briefs and a small amount of precum on his fingers. He took a fast shower and dressed for his trip.

He got in the limo that would take him to the Lambert St. Louis International Airport for his long journey to OZ. He had learned though his readings that Australians often referred to their country as OZ.

Cameron arrived at the airport early. He wanted to be sure he had enough time to check in his only suitcase. He arrived at the TWA gate that had the sign announcing the 5:l0 p.m. departure for Los Angles.

He was an hour early and settled into a semi-comfortable seat near a window so he could read and glance out at the jets talking off. He thought to himself STL to LAX and then to SYD. ST. Louis, Los Angles and then to Sydney, Australia.

He felt alone. All these people at the airport and he did not know a soul. He was used to being alone; he was an only child.

The flight to LA would take 3 hours and 55 minutes. There would be a three and half hour lay over in California and then a l4 hour and 40 minute flight to OZ. He liked being alone most times but having a travel companion would be nice.

Cameron was starting to come to grips with the fact that money and even a lot of it could not buy happiness. He had brought two books to read on the flight. Well, to be more exact he brought one book to read and one to look at the pictures. The "Fodor's Australia" would let him know what to do in OZ and the other book was pictures of guys on the beach in Australia in skimpy swim suits. Cameron was thinking about that and the possibility of visiting a nude beach when his thoughts were interrupted.

"Is this seat taken," a voice said.

"Ah no, help yourself" Cameron replied to the stranger.

He craned his neck to view the 6' 2" man. "What a beautiful guy." he thought. "Maybe we could sit together on the flight to LA." he was thinking?

The tall red haired young man saw the book Cameron was holding and said to him "On the way to OZ are you?"

"Why yes" Cameron replied.

"Me too" answered the stranger. "Your first trip down under?"

"Yes how did you know? Oh must be the Fodor's" Cameron said.

"That was a little hint, I've been there three times before", said the red haired guy. "I'm Storm," the young man said as he extended his hand to Cameron.

"I Am Cameron, Storm," said the lonely traveler.

The two exchanged pleasantries for a while and each got to know a little about the other. Cameron found out Storm had worked for an advertising agency in Saint Louis. He wrote copy for many large accounts.

Storm told Cameron that he was working on a large account one day when the art director said that they would need a model in a hurry for some test shoots of a new ad they were planning. Someone at the agency suggested that Storm pose for the ad because he looked so much like the model type. Storm was reluctant but finally agreed. The client saw Storm and demanded that he be the one to represent their line of clothing. So Storm moved from being a copywriter to being a fashion model.

Storm carried a briefcase containing his "book". The book contained copies of all the ad work he had done. Cameron paged through the binder of ads and still photography. Storm was wearing slacks and shirts on the first several pages. Next the swim wear. He had on a variety of trunks, speeds, and thongs. And then the underwear. Cameron was becoming very excited looking at Storm in boxers, briefs and a few jock straps.

"Like them Cameron?" Storm said.

"Oh yea a real nice" answered Cameron.

"Can I ask you something", Camemon said.

"Sure go ahead," Storm replied.

"Storm do you like guys," asked Cameron.

"The answer is no Cameron, I did not like guys the truth of the matter is I love guys and I can't get enough of them." said Storm.

A grin started to grow on Cameron's face. Storm told Cameron that he was on the way to Sydney to pose for a photographer that specializes in male nude photography. He was paying all the expanses on the trip and would feature Storm in a new book of photos.