A HOT HOLIDAY IN AUSTRALIA - PART 32
Friday
Port Pirie to Adelaide
I slept in next morning until almost 9am. I hadn't ordered breakfast at the motel so there was no knock on the door to wake me.
I got up, showered and dressed. Then I packed up my gear ready to check out and booked a motel online in Adelaide for tonight. I decided it would make sense to check out of here first and then go to breakfast afterwards.
McDonalds was not far from my motel so I headed there after I checked out. I had two cups of coffee to get me going. Not surprisingly, I was feeling a little slow this morning. I squeezed my ass muscles. That all felt fine even after all the activity of last night.
I was on the highway to Adelaide by 10.30am. Journey time to Adelaide was only two and a half hours and the traffic was light. I enjoyed listening to some music as I travelled along.
It was a shock to have to concentrate on heavy traffic again when I reached the outskirts of Adelaide about 1pm. I found my motel in a quiet western suburb street not far from the airport and checked in. By then I was feeling hungry, so I went out looking for something to eat. There was a Subway store not far away so that provided a quick and easy lunch.
I have a lot of friends in Adelaide, so I would be doing a bit of visiting while I was here. But for now, I had the afternoon free and decided to spend it at Adelaide's superb Botanical Gardens. As parking next to it can be difficult, I took a bus into the city and then walked along East Terrace to the gardens entrance.
When I was about four years old, my father was working away from home for a long period. As my mother had to work as well in Sydney, I was sent to stay with one of my grandmothers in Adelaide. It was only for a few months, but my childhood memory made it seem much longer. It was a very happy time in my young life and visiting the gardens with my grandmother was a frequent special treat. Every time I visit Adelaide, I am drawn back to those gardens as they are so full of memories.
I spent a couple of hours there visiting the ornate Victorian glass house filled with succulent plants, the rose garden and the tropical house with its rain forest collection of plants. I sat under a tree for some time and looked across a vast lawned area, watching families and children playing as happily as I did those many years ago.
The shadows of the tall trees steadily marched across the lawns and soon it was time to go. I caught the bus back to my motel and felt like a short nap - clearly a result of last night's activities in Port Pirie.
At about 6 o'clock, I rang and messaged some friends to let them know I was in town for a couple of days. To my surprise, Peter, a guy I had worked with in Sydney some years ago, invited me to go to dinner with him and his wife tonight.
'You're a good excuse to have dinner with at a restaurant', he said. 'My wife, Jan, was saying earlier that she couldn't think what to cook tonight'. I agreed to meet them at an Asian restaurant on the east side of town at 7.30pm.
I had a shower and got ready and at about 7pm drove across town to the restaurant near the old Kensington Hotel in the leafy suburb of the same name. I got there just as Peter and Jan were arriving.
It was good to see them again and we had a great meal and a long catch-up chat. It was nearly 9.30pm by the time we left the restaurant. I drove back to my motel, feeling ready for bed.
I had been aware during dinner that several messages had come through on my phone. I lay down on my bed and checked them.
There were two messages from friends here in Adelaide keen to meet up with me while I was here. Given the late hour, I decided to answer those in the morning.
One of the gay dating apps was showing that there were two messages. The first one was from a guy in his 40s. His profile photo showed only a nicely hairy chest but no face and there was very little description about him. He was at least a top and I liked the chest so I decided he was possibly worth investigating a bit more. I sent him back a 'Nice chest!' message.
The second message was from an Asian man in his late 30s and a visitor to Adelaide. His photo looked professionally taken and he was quite handsome. He was also a top guy, which was good. 'I would love to meet you', was his message.
I sent him a message saying I would be interested to get to know him and he replied almost immediately. He told me he worked for an Asian airline as cabin crew and was on a rest break here in Adelaide, staying at a city hotel. He invited me to come to his hotel and meet him for a drink and I agreed to do so.
I had a quick shower and got ready to go out again. I checked my phone before leaving. There was no reply as yet from 'Mr. Hairy Chest'.
I drove into the city and was lucky to find a park not too far from the hotel near the imposing old Adelaide Railway Station. Within five minutes I had reached the ostentatious hotel lobby and messaged to say I had arrived.
He told me to keep an eye on the elevators and he appeared about five minutes later. Casually but expensively dressed and well-groomed, you would easily have guessed he worked for an airline. I was glad I'd made a bit more of an effort with my attire this evening. He smiled when he saw me and came over and shook my hand warmly. He pointed the way to the hotel bar across the other side of the lobby and we headed over there. The intricately patterned carpet in the lobby was so thick it was an effort to trudge over it.
We decided on glasses of white wine to drink and took them over to a booth. The bar was very quiet with only a few other people there besides us. Recorded solo guitar music was playing quietly in the background.
He introduced himself as Sam but he explained that his Chinese name was too hard for Westerners to pronounce. I'd prefer to be given an opportunity to learn to someone's Asian name. I didn't say this to him, though.
He was aged 42 and had been working as a flight attendant for quite a few years and was now at the purser level. His next flight the day after tomorrow would be to the Middle East and eventually on to London. He clearly loved the travelling life and was interested to hear that I had travelled widely, too. We slipped easily into talking about travel.
When we were close to finishing our drinks, he ran his finger around the rim of his almost empty glass and looked at me thoughtfully.
'Would you like to come up to my room?' he asked. 'I think you're a very attractive man'.
'I would be delighted to', I said, smiling.
His phone rang and he waved his hand at it in annoyance. I got up from the booth and went out into the lobby while he took the call. He caught up with me only a couple of minutes later.
'It was my mother', he said, rolling his eyes.
We took the elevator up a number of floors and walked almost the length of the hallway to his room. It was a really nice room - the kind of room I could appreciate would never be prepared to pay for. A separate bedroom was off to the right of this L-shaped room. Lighting was discreet and the furnishings were very comfortable- looking.
'Shall we...?' he said, indicating the bedroom. I nodded.
His king size bed had already been turned down and there were chocolates on the pillows. He picked them up and put them on one of the bedside tables.
'I suspect we'll need more than chocolates,' he said, pulling a drawer open and getting some handtowels and lubricant out.
He embraced me and started kissing me. We were about the same height which was good. He tasted nice and his kissing had a warmth and feeling that instantly aroused me. He reached down and touched my already hard cock through my pants.
'Please don't tell me you're a top after all', he said. I shook my head and he smiled.
I touched his cock, too, which was also very hard.
'I should get these pants off', he said. 'I precum a lot and you're making it happen'.
We both undressed. I stopped initially at my underpants but noticed he had taken everything off straight away. I quickly slipped my underpants off, too.
He had a beautiful body that glowed in the subdued light from the bedside lamps. He was slim but perfectly muscled and in proportion. He only had a small patch of hair around his 6 inch cock that was standing to attention, the head on it gleaming with a drop of precum.
I squatted down and took his cock in my mouth and sucked the precum off it. I heard him groan while I swallowed his cock completely. His coarse pubic hair tickled my nose. I deep-throated him for a while and enjoyed listening to his pleasurable sighs.
He suddenly dug his fingers into my shoulders and pulled away from me.
'That was getting a bit close', he said. 'You've clearly done that before'.
He led me to the bed and got me to lie down on my back. He lowered himself on top of me and started kissing me deeply, running his hands over my body at the same time. He also moved his cock against mine, which felt really sexy.
After a few moments, he worked his way down my body with his tongue, pausing at my nipples and lightly biting them as well as sucking them. I love that, especially on the left one.
Then he swirled his tongue in my navel and got to work on my cock, sucking and nibbling the head. I couldn't stop myself from groaning with the pleasurable sensations he was causing. He was also good at deep-throating and he did it long enough for me to start to worry he'd make me cum already.
Luckily he eased off and then licked and sucked my balls. I tried to relax through this but it wasn't easy. He was making me feel so good. He eased off licking my balls and then lifted my legs and started licking the furry patch between my balls and my asshole. I felt him starting to explore my hole with his left index finger. He was so gentle and I heard myself groaning a little again.
Then he was licking my hole, and swirling his tongue in as deep as he could go. I felt that I could just take this for hours. Eventually he looked up at my face.
'I think this needs fucking badly', he said. I nodded.
He sat up between my legs and reached for the lube on the bedside table. He hesitated momentarily.
'I'm sorry, I should have asked if you want me to use a condom', he said. I told him I was happy to do it without and he beamed.
'Great', he said. 'I was feeling really excited at the thought of fucking you bare'.
He put some lube on his cock and gently put some on my asshole. My legs were still up and back against my body.
'That looks so good', he said, leaning forward and rubbing the head of his cock on my hole. It made me shiver with anticipation. Then he slid his cock into me and kept going until it was completely inside of me. He muttered something that I couldn't quite hear and threw his head back as he started moving.
He held my legs back as far as they would go and positioned himself above me, looking down at my face intensely. He leaned down and started kissing me again, grinding his cock slowly in and out of my hole.
He continued like this for some time. Kissing him was brilliant and the combination of that and his cock sliding in and out of me steadily was really something.
'Oh, no', he said, suddenly. He ripped his cock out of me and, closing his eyes, squeezed his hand around his cock. He was clearly trying to stop it from cumming. Then he admitted defeat, groaned and let it go, shooting an enormous load on my belly. He held the head of his cock down so that it was all landing in about the same place. The pressure of his spurts of cum was really strong. He filled my navel with one squirt and his cock kept on pumping it out. When he finally finished, there was a huge amount of cum on my stomach.
'I'm sorry', he said. 'I meant for it to go on longer but I suddenly went over the edge'.
'It's fine', I said, dipping my finger into his thick cum and swirling it around. He reached for a hand towel and wiped it up.
'I'm still going to cum in you, though', he said. 'Just give me a few minutes and I'll be able to do it again'.
He let me put my legs down, leaned forward and started kissing me again. I sensed that his cock was staying hard as it moved against my body. I relaxed and enjoyed his expert kissing which went on for about ten minutes.
Suddenly, he lifted my legs again and pushed his hard cock into my hole. He smiled at me and started moving. It felt just as good as before and he started kissing me again. I let out quite a heavy sigh of pleasure and he responded by moving his cock a little faster. The head felt blazing hot inside me.
'Jerk yourself off while I fuck you', he said. 'Tell me when you are ready and I'll cum, too'.
I started stroking my cock which didn't feel far away from orgasm. I thought I should try to last as long as possible, given that it wasn't that long since he had cum. I really tried hard, but his steady strokes were hitting all the right spots inside me. I could feel a pressure starting to build that would make me lose control very soon.
It was too much. I tried just squeezing my cock rather than stroking but very soon I had to admit defeat.
'I'm cumming', I gasped. He smiled and started pumping his cock much harder inside me. I arched my back, closed my eyes and shot a really strong load up and onto my chest. I opened my eyes and realized he was cumming inside me, too. He closed his eyes until he finished and then stopped moving. He stayed still above me with his cock full length inside me. Then he leaned forward and started kissing me again, slower this time but still with great feeling.
Eventually he pulled his cock out of me and reached for the hand towel.
'That was wonderful', he said. I nodded in agreement and he kissed me again. He really was a superb kisser.
We lay side by side for some time and chatted. I felt envious of his travelling career. It was something I had thought about doing when I was younger but never did anything about it. I'm sure it is not as glamorous as it seems.
He offered me a shower and I agreed. I was also keen to see the bathroom facilities in this swanky hotel and I was not disappointed. I took my time under the strong water pressure and then enjoyed using one of several really nice plump towels to dry myself with.
When I returned to the bedroom he was still lying on the bed naked. I asked him if he ever flew into Sydney as I would enjoy seeing him again sometime. We swapped phone numbers and he said he would get in touch next time he was there.
I asked him, out of curiosity, what his real name was. It was Chaoxiang. He seemed impressed that I wanted to try pronouncing it. He helped me with the unfamiliar sound and said I did well but I could see why he felt it was just easier to call himself 'Sam' in western circles.
I left shortly afterwards. It had been a really nice experience with him and I hoped he would contact me again after I had returned to Sydney.
Back at my motel, I got ready for bed. I checked my phone and there were no messages. I was surprised there had been no reply as yet from 'Mr Hairy Chest'. I read for a little while and then put the light out.
To be continued....
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