A HOT HOLIDAY IN AUSTRALIA - PART 23
Monday
Port Lincoln to Whyalla
I woke just after 8am. Remembering that I hadn't put my order in for breakfast last night, I showered, packed and checked out and then headed for McDonalds for breakfast. A pity there was no McWhiting on the menu.
By 9.30, I was on the road heading north for Whyalla, nearly three hours away. It was a nice sunny day but the fresh wind reminded me that it was still winter. It was an easy but not very interesting drive through low scrub just inland from the sea. I took a break from driving at the town of Cowell and had a cup of coffee there.
I arrived in Whyalla around lunchtime. I drove down to the seashore and discovered the town had built a new jetty since I had last been there. It had a unique circular design. Lots of people were strolling there with a few hopeful fishermen giving it a try. No-one seemed to be catching anything.
I bought a pasty and a drink nearby and sat on a park bench while I consumed them. Some noisy seagulls made a beeline for me but there was nothing I could share with them so they soon lost interest.
After that I searched for a motel for the night and, after checking in, went out to explore. It's the fourth largest city in South Australia and is known as the 'Steel City' due to its integrated steelworks and shipbuilding heritage.
I decided to explore the Whyalla Maritime Museum. The main attraction at the museum is the ex-HMAS Whyalla, a retired World War II-era corvette which was the first ship built in the city of Whyalla during the war. It was very interesting clambering around the ship which I seemed to have mostly to myself.
The Museum featured various displays commemorating the town's ship building and mining history, including miniature replicas of various ships and a very detailed and impressive model railway. I spent a surprisingly long time there.
Afterwards, I headed back to my motel room and lay down on the bed and read for a while. I was feeling a bit tired after the previous evening's late night (and strenuous activities). I resisted the urge to doze off, though.
When I got up after my rest, I remembered that I had promised to contact a guy here who had messaged me while I was in Port Lincoln. I picked up my phone and sent him a message. He replied after about ten minutes, saying that he was still keen to meet up. I told him where I was staying and he said he would visit me at about 9pm.
I drove down to the main street for dinner at about 6pm. I chose one of the old pubs which had an interesting range of meals available in their bistro and had a steak and salad, a change from all the fish dinners I'd had in Port Lincoln. I enjoyed it very much. I returned to my motel room when I finished my meal and, after making sure I was ready for my visitor, I watched some television to pass the time.
At exactly 9pm, there was a knock at my door. I checked that it was my expected visitor, Alex, by peeping through the curtains and then opened the door. Alex gave me a sexy and confident smile and I invited him in.
His online profile said that he was 42. I think he was probably closer to 50, but that was OK. He was quite a big guy with reddish-brown hair and a neatly trimmed full beard which was the same colour as his hair but with some grey starting to appear. The beard really suited him. I wondered if he had a Scottish background.
I invited him to sit down on one of the chairs of the round table. He opened his over- the-shoulder bag he had brought with him and produced two small bottles of beer of the size we call 'stubbies' in Australia. He offered me one which I was happy to take. We opened them - they were nicely chilled - and chatted while we drank.
Alex told me he was married with two children. His wife was not aware of his interest in men, so any gay activities were managed discreetly. He didn't feel good about this hidden side to his life but was coping with it as well as possible.
He was interested to hear about my travels but, unlike some other guys, didn't ask about my sex life on the road. He asked if I was also bisexual and I told him I was totally gay.
'You're lucky', he said. 'I often wish I wasn't bisexual. It makes things very complicated. I really do love my wife. This gay side of me feels like a weakness and I always worry my wife will find out'.
'In my experience, some wives can be understanding and accepting', I said. 'However, I can understand your decision to keep it secret. If you came out to your wife and she couldn't cope with it, you could have a major disaster on your hands'.
He was silent for a moment or two, staring off into space. I wondered if he was going to change his mind about playing with me.
'Anyway, forget my problems', he said. 'Anyone ever tell you how fuckable you look?'
'I've had the occasional good review', I replied.
'Then let's see if those reviews were correct', he said, drinking the last of his beer and standing up. I stood up, too, and he reached forward and, wrapping his arms around me, started kissing me.
His thick beard felt nice against mine and he tasted good as well. He pushed his body hard up against mine and I could feel his cock was hard already.
'Can we get undressed?' he asked. I nodded and we stopped embracing and quickly took our clothes off, leaving just our underpants on.
He had a solid build, strong-looking with a bit of a belly and he was quite hairy. It looked very sexy. There was a sizeable bulge in his red underpants. I squatted down and ran my tongue over the bulge while running my hands over his hairy chest and belly. He groaned with pleasure.
Precum was seeping through the material of his underpants. It tasted sweet. I pulled his underpants down and his thick, hard seven inch cock sprang out. I quickly put my mouth over the head and sucked it. He put his hands on my shoulders to steady himself. I managed to get most of his cock down my throat. It tasted really good. His dense dark red pubic hair tickled my nose as I sucked him.
Eventually he reached down and indicated I should stop, so I stood up and let him suck me for a while. He was quite good at it and licked my balls as well.
'Let's get on the bed', he said, getting up from kneeling on the floor and then lying back on the bed. I got on top of him and we kissed for quite a long time. He was a very sensuous man and gentle with his touch on my body. I was enjoying kissing him.
He rolled me over and got on top and kissed me some more. Then he lifted my legs back and put his cock on my asshole and rubbed it back and forth. It felt awesome - so hot and smooth. His precum was making my hole very wet.
He stopped for a moment and asked if I'd mind him using a condom. I told him it was fine with me and indicated that I had some in the bedside table. He leaned over and got one out and picked up my bottle of lube as well.
Tearing the condom packet open, he expertly put the condom on his cock and added some lube. Then he rubbed his cock against my hole again for a few moments and suddenly slipped the head into me and pushed it all the way up deep inside.
'Oh, man', he said, closing his eyes. 'That feels amazing'.
He moved slowly for a while and then gathered speed. His cock had a nice thickness and the heat coming off it was considerable.
After a few minutes, he pulled his cock right out of me and sat back on his haunches.
'That was getting a bit close', he said. 'Can we do it doggie-style now?'
I turned over on to my stomach and he shoved his cock back up into my hole and started fucking quite fast. He kept that up for quite a while, making me think that he was fitter than he looked. There was a lot of strength behind each thrust and his cock was going in deep.
'Oh, fuck, I'm going to cum', he said. 'Dammit'.
He increased his speed even more and then groaned. I could feel him shooting deep inside me. It was very exciting.
He only slowed down when he'd finished cumming and held me tightly, breathing heavily in my right ear. He stayed like that for a few minutes more and then, as his cock started to soften, he pulled it out of me and rolled over onto his back on the bed. I turned onto my side to look at him.
'Phew!' he said. 'That was great'. There were beads of sweat on his forehead.
He pulled the condom off and put it on one of the hand towels I'd placed earlier on the bedside table. Then he leaned over and, embracing me, kissed me long and hard.
'That was really good', he said. 'I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. Do you want help cumming, too?'
'Maybe just work on my nipples', I said, starting to stroke my cock. 'It won't take me long'.
He did a fine job on my nipples and, after only a few minutes, I shot quite a thick load onto my belly and chest.
'Impressive!' he said. 'I must have really turned you on'. I nodded and smiled.
'By the way, look for my rave review in the local newspaper, the Whyalla News, tomorrow morning', he said, making me laugh.
We lay there for a few minutes to catch our breath and then he asked if he could have a shower.
While he was in the bathroom, I used one of the hand towels on myself and then lay back on the bed until he returned.
"I'm sorry I have to go straight away', he said. 'Married life!'
He got dressed quickly, then kissed me.
'I really enjoyed that', he said. 'I wish we could do it regularly. You'd be all I need'.
Then he picked up his bag and his car keys and was gone.
I straightened up the room, had a quick shower and got into bed. It was still too early for me to go to sleep so I read for a while before finally turning the light off.
To be continued....
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