A HOT HOLIDAY IN AUSTRALIA - PART 09
Saturday
Burra to Pt Augusta
I got up at 7.30am and showered and dressed. My motel breakfast arrived on the dot at 8am and it was surprisingly good.
It was still raining outside and it looked like a dismal day ahead. Again, I was planning to drive only to Port Augusta, just over a two hour drive from Burra, so I wouldn't be battling the elements for too long.
I took my time getting organised and finally checked out about 9.30am. I drove out of the slushy carpark and headed west for my next destination. In spite of the weather I made good time and arrived in Crystal Brook, a rather pretty little town, an hour later.
I needed to find a toilet and found one in a small park in the centre of town, then I continued onwards, turning right and north onto the National Highway shortly afterwards. I saw Port Pirie slip by to the left and wondered if I should have visited there as a tourist as I'd never been there before. Anyway, I decided to press on.
I reached Port Augusta just after 11am. The sun was now shining and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. It didn't look like it had rained here at all. It was too early to book into a motel, so I sat in a park and, to kill time, I used my phone to look up things to do there in the city.
Port Augusta is at the head of Spencer Gulf in South Australia. Most of the city is on the eastern shore of the gulf but is now spreading over to the west side. A bridge crosses the gulf, which is narrow at that point, to link both sides of town. To the east, the beautiful Flinders Ranges can be seen in a line running north to south above the plains around the city. The country to the north is very arid and dry. This is where the 'outback' starts.
I decided to have a look at the Australian Arid Lands Botanical Garden which was on the west side of town. It wasn't there when I last visited the city but I had heard it was a unique garden to visit.
I spent a couple of hours there and enjoyed it very much. The Sturt Desert Pea - a beautiful red flower with a black centre - was in bloom. It's South Australia's floral emblem and I had never seen them growing before. The garden was easy to explore with rambling paths amongst the unusual native bushes and flowers. Their caf‚ was a nice place to relax afterwards with a cup of coffee and enjoy the view over to the Flinders Ranges.
I took some time over my cup of coffee to check out the motels online. There were a couple on this west side of the Gulf that looked promising. Again the first one I went to had a room, so I checked in for two nights. I was feeling a bit tired already of packing up and moving on every single day.
There was a gay guy here I had chatted to online for a couple of years. I had alerted him that I would be arriving sometime this week and I had his Whatsapp number to contact him.
I sent him a message saying I had arrived and heard back from him almost immediately. He asked me to come as soon as I could and visit him at his home and stay for dinner.
I waited an hour to give him time to be ready for me and drove over to the east side of the city where he lived. His house was an attractive red brick home probably built in the 1920s. The garden was full of native plants and seemed well looked after.
I rang the doorbell and Des invited me in. It was good to meet him after chatting for so long and he was exactly as I imagined he would be. He was a tall, solidly built and balding bear-type with a beard and aged about 45. He kissed me hello and took me down to the kitchen which was very warm due to having a slow combustion stove. It was a nice room, simply decorated with good taste.
He offered me a beer and we sat at the kitchen table and chatted. He had been born in Port Pirie and now did clerical work for the Government here. He had had a lover for some years who had passed away four years ago.
After we finished our beers he suggested a little fun was in order. He took me up to the bedroom. He must have anticipated we would end up here because there was a blow heater running and the room was quite warm. A look at the bottle of lube and hand towels on the bedside table told me I was right.
He embraced me and started kissing me. His beard felt great - much coarser than mine. He ran his hands down my body and felt for my cock, which was starting to get hard very quickly. I did the same to him and his cock felt rock hard.
I put my hands up under his t-shirt and found a very hairy chest, which delighted me. He took the t-shirt off to give me a better view. He looked great. His chest hair was very thick.
'My Irish genes', he said and smiled.
We undressed completely and got onto the bed. He got on top of me and continued to kiss me passionately. His left hand started exploring my ass and his fingers soon found what he was searching for.
'Let's 69', he said.
I stayed on my back and he turned around and got on top of me, put my cock in his mouth and sucked around the head. It felt great and I slipped his cock into my mouth too and let it slide down my throat. It was uncut and about seven inches long and nicely thick with a big head on it. I could taste precum already.
Looking up, his ass cheeks were nicely hairy and so was the area in between. It looked very sexy. I concentrated on deep-throating his cock for now and playing with his large and hairy balls. He started moaning quite a bit when I flexed my throat muscles around the head of his cock.
After a while he got off me and turned around to kiss me again. He was a very good kisser, warm and very open. He was an expert at using his tongue inside my mouth.
'I have to fuck you', he said. 'I can't wait any longer. I have a bit of a short fuse'.
He put some lube on his cock and slapped some on my asshole.
'I'm at my best doing doggie style', he said. 'Ok for you?'
Definitely', I replied, turning over onto my front and raising my ass in the air. He adjusted the height of my ass to suit him and then didn't waste any time getting his cock into me. He put it in right up to the hilt, groaned, and then started fucking me quite hard. It really felt good. I could feel the shape of the big head on it hotly working its way further up inside me.
'Damn, that's good', he gasped. 'I'm going to cum too quickly, I'm sorry'.
After a couple more minutes of quite heavy pounding, he groaned loudly and filled my ass with his hot cum.
'Fucking hell, you have a hot ass', he said. "I've dreamed of cumming in that for two years and I've finally done it. I can die happy now!'
He pulled his cock out of my ass and rolled over alongside me on the bed.
'You want to cum?' he asked.
'No, I'm fine for now', I replied, turning over onto my back.
'We'll have another beer and then an early dinner', he said, getting up and using some paper towels to wipe the cum off his cock.
He showed me where the bathroom was and I cleaned up and went down to the kitchen after getting dressed again. He was busily cutting up salad vegetables on a chopping board. Another beer was waiting for me on the kitchen table.
Dinner was great - fish and salad. Des was a good cook and a witty man as well. I enjoyed his company and he had me laughing a lot at his jaundiced view of the world.
After dinner, he made coffee and we moved into his lounge room.
'I've got a proposition for you', he said, looking mysterious.
Oh, yes?' I said, wondering what he had in mind.
'You know you've told me about unusual sex scenes you've been involved in overseas and here at home?' he said. 'Well, would you be interested in being fucked by two very, very straight guys here, if I can arrange it?'
'Certainly sounds intriguing', I said. 'Tell me more'.
A friend of his, Tony, had taken a temporary contract job with a construction company here in Port Augusta. The guys he was working with were really macho, rough types. Tony was really worried they'd work out he was gay and beat him up.
One day at lunchtime at the company depot, Tony walked into a storage shed and caught one of the guys fucking a young guy he'd never seen before. Another of the guys he worked with was watching and jerking off.
They stopped fucking and pretended it wasn't what Tony thought it was. Anyway, it was just 'horsing around', they said, but they looked pretty embarrassed.
Tony told them not to worry as he secretly swung a bit both ways, too, so what they were doing didn't bother him. They seemed a bit happier after that. All afternoon, though, Tony said there was a bit of an atmosphere towards him from the two guys and he thought he'd have to give the job away and not go back.
After they finished work, the two guys approached Tony and asked him to have a beer with them. He thought it best to agree because maybe they were trying to smooth things over or something.
At the pub, they wanted to know more about Tony and how come he swung both ways. They particularly wanted to know if he liked sucking cock and being fucked.
Tony, a bottom guy, was definitely up for cock sucking and being fucked, so he played along, wondering what was coming next. Sure enough, they invited Tony back to one of their houses for a suck and fuck session.
Tony rang Des in a panic and asked if he would go with him in case it all turned ugly. He'd asked the guys if he could bring a friend and they said they were OK with that as long as he joined in.
'Did you get fucked, too?' I asked.
'No way, I'm strictly top', said Des. 'As long as I fucked Tony with them, that was considered OK'.
'How did it work out?' I asked.
Des and Tony both pretended they were totally straight and just up for a bit of 'horsing around' as the guys called it. Tony got fucked by both of the guys and then they watched me fuck him too. There was a lot of macho bullshit talk going on the whole time and it was interesting to hear how these guys justified fucking men while insisting they had no gay tendencies at all.
'I think if we'd told them we were gay they would have had nothing to do with us', said Des. 'They clearly don't like gay guys at all but that's what makes this so interesting'.
Nevertheless, at the end of the fuck session, one of them gave Des his phone number and told him to stay in touch and join them for another session sometime.
Tony chickened out of any further meetings with them and his time in town was up not long after. A few weeks after that, Des had a buddy visiting Port Augusta who was a bottom and up for unusual sex encounters. He contacted the guys and took the buddy to see them and they fucked him, too.
It had happened once more since then just a short time ago. The two guys told him to call anytime he had someone amenable to a bit of 'horsing around'. They never referred to it as sex.
'Well, it's certainly a situation I'd find exciting', I said. 'But what are these guys like physically?'
'Think rough biker-types', said Des. 'They're both in their early 40s but look older. Both have tattoos and, because of their physical work, they're big, strong bearish- type guys. Both are a bit overweight with beer bellies but not too bad. Roger has a front tooth missing and the other guy, Matty, has a Mohawk haircut and a bushy red beard'.
I didn't find that description off-putting. Rough guys like that can be quite exciting to fuck with. I asked Des about their hygiene, because that would be a deal-breaker for me if they were smelly or dirty.
'They looked clean enough and didn't smell but I didn't get fucked by them either. I asked both buddies who did and they said that wasn't a problem and sucking their cocks was fine, too.'
'Do they fuck rough?' I asked.
'They're not gentle and caressing, that's for sure', said Des. 'And they're definitely not into kissing either. Both pound hard when they get going but nothing you can't handle, I'm sure. Neither have enormous cocks and they don't last all that long when they fuck, anyway'.
'Anything else I should know?' I said
'They're basically OK, friendly guys and easy to get along with', said Des. 'They've just had different life experiences from us and have different values. Just be as Aussie as possible when you're with them'.
'We've all had times when we had to cover up our true selves over the years', I said. 'I think I can still manage to do that'.
'If I were you, I'd have a story ready about why you're OK with sucking cock and being fucked, since you're so straight', he said, smirking.
'OK, I'll think of something', I replied with a falsetto voice. 'When do you want to do this? I'm here for only two nights'.
'I could give Roger a ring now, if you like', said Des. 'If it has to be tonight, are you up for it?'
'Sure', I said. 'I probably should have a shower, first, though. I only cleaned up a bit after you fucked me'.
Des rang Roger. There was quite a bit of discussion including a detailed description of me that I found interesting to listen to. Des gave me a good review!
'We're on for tonight', said Des after ringing off. 'He said to come over about 10pm and he'll have Matty there as well. It will be really hot watching them fuck you'.
'Do they use condoms or will it be sloppy seconds for you?' I asked.
'Sloppy thirds, actually, but it's OK', said Des. 'That has an exciting sleaziness all of its own'.
He suggested we have another beer and chat until it was time to go to Roger's house.
To be continued....
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