A HOT HOLIDAY IN AUSTRALIA - PART 28
Thursday
Port Augusta to Port Pirie
I woke about 8am and had breakfast in the motel. Today I was heading for Adelaide, about a three and a half hour drive south. As I didn't want to arrive until mid- afternoon, I took my time packing up and didn't leave the motel until right on the check-out time of 10am.
Traffic on the highway was quite light out of Port Augusta and I made good time. The Flinders Ranges looked very scenic rising up to the east from the flat coastal plain. As the turn off to Port Pirie approached an hour later, I decided I had the time to have a look at this city I'd never been to before.
Port Pirie is the second busiest port in the state and the locality of the largest lead smelter and refinery in the southern hemisphere. A lead smelter has been there since the 1880s and high blood lead levels in the local population are an ongoing concern. The Stack, which can be seen kilometres away, is 205 metres tall, and is the tallest structure in South Australia.
I drove along Ellen Street and parked near the historic ornate railway station building. No longer in use, it used to serve the railway when it ran down the main street until 1967. Looking online, I found a map for a heritage walk of the area and decided to explore.
There were a number of buildings of note quite close to each other. The old railway station, now a museum, was particularly striking but also of interest were the Post Office, Customs House and Sampson's Cottage, originally the town's butcher shop, the International Hotel and the Portside Tavern.
By the time I'd finished looking at the sights, I decided I would have lunch before heading on to Adelaide. I had walked past a bakery earlier, so I retraced my steps and found it. It looked popular, judging by the number of people waiting to be served. I bought my usual pasty and an orange juice and sat down at one of the tables provided.
When I finished eating, I checked my phone for messages. There was one from thirty minutes ago on a gay dating app. Curious, I opened it up and had a look.
The message was from a guy in his early 40s and not bad looking either. He had particularly interesting eyes, a nice dark brown moustache and a confident smile.
'I hope you're not just passing through', he said. 'Can we meet up?'
I looked at my watch. It wasn't even one o'clock yet, so I would have time for a bit of fun if he was still offering.
'I don't have a lot of time but you're hard to pass up', I replied.
His reply was immediate.
'I'm right in the centre of town and good at quickies', he said. He added a map image showing his location. It was only a few streets away from where I'd parked.
'I'll be there in 5 minutes', I said, heading back to my car.
I drove the short distance to his street and parked outside his house. It was an old and small semi-detached house in a rather drab street. A laneway ran up the side of the house on the left side.
The front door opened just as I was about to knock and a person could just be made out behind the rather dirty screen door.
'Hi, I'm John', he said, opening the door for me.
He was a solid guy in his early 40s and about medium height. He had slightly swarthy skin and arresting greenish eyes. His dark moustache, slightly bushier than in his photo was very attractive. He invited me into what seemed to be the lounge room just inside and to the left of the front door. I sat down and he offered me a coffee. I accepted and he disappeared to, I suppose, the kitchen to make it.
I looked around the room. The dark wooden furnishings looked very old and scuffed. There were piles of paper and magazines and bric-a-brac and it all looked very dusty. There was also an old piano that needed a polish. Lots of sheet music was teetering on top of it. It all looked a bit depressing.
I stood up to have a look at the sheet music. It seemed to be mostly 1930s songs and tunes. I was tempted to open the piano and see if it was in tune. Just then, John returned with two coffees.
'I didn't ask if you took milk or sugar', he said, 'so I added milk and two. I hope that's OK'. He handed one to me.
I didn't have the heart to say I don't take sugar, so I just told him it was fine. It tasted intensely sweet but I thought I'd probably survive.
'Do you play?' I asked, indicating the piano.
'No, my mother did', he said, sitting down on the sofa. 'She passed away five years ago'.
He told me he had been born in Port Pirie and now worked at the smelters. He was of Russian descent and probably a bit of Afghan as well, given his green eyes, but he wasn't sure.
'There was a big group of Russians living here in the early days', he said, 'and maybe I'm descended from one of the Afghan camel drivers who came here to work in the outback'. Whatever his background was, it had made him a very attractive man.
I noticed as he lifted his coffee cup to his mouth that his arms had particularly large biceps. He was wearing a loose shirt but he looked solid and I wondered if he still lifted weights.
He was interested to hear about my travels. I gave him a quick summary and told him I had just come from Port Augusta and starting to head for home in Sydney.
'Hey, are you the guy my mate in Port Augusta, Matty, fucked?' he asked. It seemed that it was a small world after all!
I nodded and he grinned.
'He told me about both encounters in great detail', he said. 'I jerked off just listening to him describe what they all did to you. I can't believe you're now sitting here in my house'.
He drained the last of his coffee and stood up.
'Come on', he said. 'Let's fuck'.
He took me into a room with a double bed that was much tidier than the lounge room. He unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. It was clear that he was a serious weight-lifter. He had a superbly muscled chest, covered in black hair.
I undressed quickly and, as soon as we were naked, he embraced me and started to kiss me quite passionately. The strength in his arms was really noticeable as he embraced me. I liked the way he kissed and his moustache tickled delightfully.
He directed me over to the bed, still kissing me. I lay down on my back on the bed with my feet still on the floor. He knelt down and, taking my cock in his mouth, started sucking it expertly. He was good at deep-throating, too, which felt amazing. I realized I'd have to concentrate on not cumming if he kept on doing that.
Luckily, after a few minutes, he took my cock out of his mouth and, moving up over me, started kissing me again. His hairy chest felt really sexy against mine. I reached underneath him and found his cock. It was a nice thick one about seven inches long. It felt sticky, so he was producing precum already.
He stopped kissing and, straddling my chest, put his cock in my mouth. His precum tasted very sweet. He groaned as I sucked him and he looked really good above me. I ran my hands through the fur on his chest and squeezed his nipples.
'Oh, don't', he said, brushing my hands away. 'I'll cum if you do that'.
He lifted himself up and started steadily fucking my face. I couldn't quite deep-throat him in that position but, from his moans of pleasure, he seemed to be enjoying it.
'Ready for a fuck?' he asked, pulling his cock out of my mouth. I nodded and he reached across to the bedside table and got some lube out of the top drawer.
'I'll do you on your back', he said, putting some lube on his cock and on my asshole. Then he lifted my legs and put the big hot head of his cock on my hole.
'That feels amazing', he said, moving the head back and forth over my hole. It felt pretty good to me, too.
Then he pushed my legs further back and pushed his cock into my hole. The thickness of his cock was just right for me. It felt wonderful going deeper and deeper inside me. When he got it in all the way up to his balls, he looked down and grinned at me.
'Matty said they fucked you hard', he said. 'OK if I do the same?'
'Oh yes,' I said. 'Do it as hard as you like'.
He started moving steadily inside me. It made me moan every time the head of his cock reached its deepest point inside me. It was so hot and smooth. He increased speed until I could hear his balls slapping against my ass.
'Fuck, you really can take it', he gasped. 'Only trouble is, I'll cum quick, but I do like fucking hard like this'.
'Go for it', I said. 'It's really exciting being fucked hard'.
He kept on fucking me really hard with long strokes. The pleasure on his face was exciting in itself and the sensations his cock was producing inside me were really great. I felt I could take this kind of fucking forever.
After about five minutes, he slowed and looked down at me.
'If I keep doing that, I'll cum', he said. 'Would you prefer I slow down and go longer or are you really into the heavy fucking?'
'I'd like to feel you cum while hammering me like that', I said. 'It feels like it's natural for you, so go for it'.
'That's the answer I was hoping for', he said and started pounding me hard again. It wasn't long before his breathing got harder and I could feel the head of his cock swelling. With a shout, he lunged forward, going deeper than ever and doubled his speed. I could feel him cumming strongly inside me and I held onto him tight.
He lay on top of me for a while, moaning gently. His cock was still jerking inside of me. Eventually he lifted his face and grinned at me.
'You really are good to cum in', he said. 'It's so hot and smooth in there'.
He pulled his cock out of me, reached for a hand towel and wiped the cum off his cock. Then he balled the towel up against my hole and left it there.
'That's pretty full in there', he said, grinning. 'Weightlifters blow a lot'.
We got up and he showed me where the bathroom was. He turned the old- fashioned water heater on for me. It made an alarming roaring noise and I could feel the vibration of pipes shaking but the water was nicely hot and the pressure was good. I showered first while he stood there chatting to me.
'Matty said you were really into group sex', he said, shouting over the noise of the water heater. 'Wish I could have seen you all fucking. You must have ended up with so much cum inside you'.
'Yes, it was pretty wild. My ass was overflowing afterwards', I said.
'Sounds awesome. A group here sometimes gets together for some fun', he said. 'I like group sex a lot. I think I'm a bit of a voyeur. I love watching'.
He took my place in the shower and soaped himself down. The water cascading down his tightly muscled body looked terrific. He had good legs, too.
After finishing in the bathroom, he offered me another coffee. I looked at my watch. There was still plenty of time to drive to Adelaide. We went down to the kitchen instead of the lounge room this time. The kitchen with its old appliances looked like it hadn't changed in years. There were a lot of dirty dishes in the sink.
'I don't suppose you could stay on in town overnight', he said, handing me a coffee with no sugar this time. 'I hardly ever meet guys who'll do group sex. I'm sure I could get some of my weightlifting buddies to come over and fuck you. I'd love to watch them do it to you'.
I had a sudden vision of a large group of big weightlifters with superbly oiled bodies taking turns fucking me. How could I miss out on that? I told him I would stay on if he could arrange something.
'Let me make some phone calls and see who's available', he said, excitedly, and reached for his phone.
To be continued....
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