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Ty and I had been languishing on the balcony, soaking up the rays as our seafood lunch settled. We were relaxed and the rest of the afternoon and evening were ahead of us, yet sex was hanging heavily in the air and we were both aware of our desire to explore and then ravage each other's bodies again.
I was about to make an indecent proposal when the doorbell rang. We were both surprised, and rose at the same time. Ty stopped in the lounge and I walked on to the door. Opening it, I was confronted by Ty's worried-looking manager.
"Hey Vince," I said.
"Hi, Mike." Vince replied. "Ty here?"
"Yeah, come on in. If you need to talk business I can make myself scarce."
"No, actually I need to speak with both of you."
Vince walked through to the lounge where Ty was now sprawled on a couch.
"This looks like trouble," said Ty jokingly.
"Let's hope not," said Vince. "I don't want trouble. I need to talk to both of you about last night."
Ty shrugged. "Shoot," was all he said.
"Here's the deal, guys. I know what happened at Bedarra."
"Yeah, I did the showcase, Vince. You were there!" Ty laughed.
"I mean I know what happened after the gig."
Ty's eyes narrowed slightly. "Not quite sure what you're getting at Vince?"
"Well, to put it bluntly, I know what went down between you and Mike in your villa."
Ty suddenly got angry. "What the fuck, Vince??" he spat. "You're spying on me now?"
"Settle down Ty," Vince countered. "When I got back to my villa, I checked my email and the record company had sent through the artwork for your next single. I figured you'd probably still be up, so I was coming over to show it to you. I got as far as the stairs leading to the balcony and all I could hear was the unmistakable sound of someone getting well and truly fucked. And I don't think I was hearing some rock star groupie getting her pussy banged."
"Fuck you Vince," Ty exploded. "My private life is fucking private, and it's none of your fucking business."
I suddenly started feeling queasy, and wasn't sure what to do or say. I sat with my head in my hands.
"Actually, you are my goddamn business Ty," Vince retorted, his voice raised. "Your career is on the rise and right now, the sky's the limit. You've sold more than 200,000 albums in this country alone and 75% of those sales were from teenage girls whose pussies get wet just looking at pictures of your pretty-boy face. If word gets out that you're a cocksucker, most of them are gonna move on."
"Fuck you Vince," said Ty, whose anger surprised me. "So what are you saying? Is it goodbye Mike? You wanna control my life to that extent?"
Vince looked out the window for a few moments before responding, "Ty, I personally don't care what you do in bed or who you do it with. I kinda knew you were probably gay, but I've let it ride until now."
"Oh really?" asked Ty sarcastically. "And just how did you `kinda know', Vince?"
"Come on man," Vince chided. "You've been set up with some of the hottest chicks in the country. All those photo opportunities with beautiful models and never once were they seen leaving your room the next morning. In fact, I don't think they ever even made it back to your room. And I picked up on the way you've been looking at Mike. But it's my job to fan the flame that you're a hot stud sticking it to beautiful girls all over the country."
"So how many people know?" Ty asked tentatively.
"Just me at this stage, Ty," Vince replied. "That's what I'm saying. You need to keep this close and quiet, or your career's out the fucking window."
It was Ty's turn to hold his head in his hands. "So let's cut to the chase Vince. What are you actually saying?"
"What I'm saying Ty, and I'm saying this to Mike as well, is that whatever you do behind closed doors is OK with me, but you've gotta be discrete. For the time being Ty, you've gotta keep up appearances and let the myth that's built up around you keep on going. Don't kill the goose that lays the golden egg, mate."
"So is that what you're fucking worried about Vince?" Ty seethed between gritted teeth. "You might lose your meal ticket?"
"I'll forget you said that," Vince snapped. "I'm worried that you finally got the one thing you wanted in life -- a market for your music -- and you could potentially piss it all away."
"But what you're asking me to do is not be true to myself," Ty argued. "This is me, Vince, it's who I am. Thanks to Mike, I know that for sure now. And you're asking me to live a lie?"
Vince groaned, and it was his turn to put his head in his hands. I felt I had to say something.
"Ty, I think Vince has a point," I said, as both of them looked up. "All he's really saying, I think, is that it's OK what you do, but you've just gotta be careful to keep your private life completely private, and that means being discrete. And I'm all for that. I mean, speaking for myself, I'm not looking to be splashed all over the magazines as some kind of `rock star gay lover'. And you don't want that either, because your career could stall and you haven't nearly realised your potential."
Vince finally smiled. "I liked you the moment I met you," he said. "In a funny kind of way, it's good having you around because you can probably knock some sense into your boyfriend here."
Ty was about to explode again but I held up my hand and he went quiet. "Time for a beer break, guys," I said, watching them both shift nervously in their seats as I necked the lagers.
Handing them each a bottle, I held mine up in a toast. "Here's to the future, boys," I smiled. "Ty, I'm here for you and I'm happy to float around in the background. And Vince, God bless you for looking out for him. Time you both kissed and made up."
"I'm not kissing that mouth," Vince chuckled. "I know where it's been ..."
Ty laughed and the tension dissipated. "A kiss would be nice, Vince. You know you want to ..."
"Tell you what fellas," Vince grinned. "Let's forget the kissy-kissy stuff and I'll take you both out for lunch. There's that great little Italian place in Broadbeach."
"We've already eaten, Vince," Ty replied. "Besides, we have other plans."
"What plans?"
"We're gonna stay inside all afternoon and fuck."
"Jesus Christ!"
Ty stood up and move in front of me, making an exaggerated gesture of kissing me.
Vince groaned. "Christ, get a room you two!"
"We have a room Vince," Ty responded. "And you shouldn't be in it.".
"Right, so what am I gonna do then?"
"You can stay and watch if you like," Ty grinned, as he pulled off his tee shirt off and dropped his jeans, leaving himself standing in a pair of obscenely tented white fitted boxers.
"Hey, didn't your mother ever teach you it's rude to point?" Vince asked.
"It's not pointing at you Vince," Ty countered. "It's pointing to the door."
I jumped in again. "Sorry Vince," I said, as sympathetically as I could. "I'm Ty's lawyer now, and I have to take instruction from him. Apparently he wants me to take down his briefs!"
"Time I left," said Vince, getting up. "I'm going back to my hotel to watch some good old fashioned boy- on-girl porn!"
"Tell you what Vince," I suggested. "Give us a call around 7 and then come over and we'll order some food in."
"Sounds like a plan," Vince said. "Make sure you're dressed though."
Ty and Vince shook hands sheepishly, and I walked Vince to the door. Ty called out, "We'll order some Coq au Vin for you Vince, and I'll have Coq of Mike!"
"Faggot!"
"You got it Vincey!" Ty called back. "And if I'm a faggot, that means you're 20% faggot!"
Vince laughed all the way to the door, where he put his arm around my shoulder and squeezed. "If he has to be gay, I think I'm glad you're the other guy. You make him happy, and it makes my job a whole lot easier if I've got a happy star on my hands."
"You've been great about this Vince," I said. "Thanks."
"I'm a great guy, Mike," he smiled, looking me straight in the eye. "And I like you. I'm gonna say this only once - if you do the wrong thing by him, I'll punch those pearly white teeth of yours so far down your throat you'll have to shove a toothbrush up your ass to clean `em. You know what I'm saying?"
"I hear ya, Vince," I grinned. "Can't stand and chat. I have to put on my Batman suit. Ty's Robin, and Batman's gonna invade the Batcave. And Vince, you don't wanna know where the Batcave is ..."
"Faggot," laughed Vince as he headed for the lift.
"See you around 7!"
I closed the door and walked back into the lounge were Ty had obviously heard what I'd said to Vince. He was naked, standing in the doorway of the bedroom.
"Batman, you saved my life!" he said.
God! Looks ... ass ... cock ... and he obviously loves Batman movies as much as I do.
"It was the least I could do," I said, settling into the character.
"How can I ever combat you again after all you've done for me?" he asked.
"Let's hope it never comes to that, because in the end veracity and rectitude always triumph."
"Are you spoken for?'
"Huh?"
"Married, engaged, or going steady?"
"My crime fighting leaves me little time for social engagements."
Breaking from the script, he smirked, "I think you need to drive the Batmobile into the Batcave ..."
He backed up towards the bed as I walked towards him, closing the bedroom door behind me.
As for what happened next ... Holy hole in a doughnut, Batman! ...
Ty had told Vince that we were going to stay inside all afternoon and fuck, and that's exactly what we did. Twice, in fact. The moment the bedroom door closed Ty was on me like a seagull on a hot chip, ripping at my clothes. I don't think I've ever been naked so fast.
In contrast to the previous evening's gentle love-making, this was the urgent, brutal fuck we both desperately had to have. Ty needed his ass ploughed and was happy enough to let me know it using the dirtiest talk imaginable, and I needed to spurt my curd. The country's most talked-about rock star was a writhing, panting mess beneath me as the head of my cock prodded his opening once or twice, before precum assisted my progress and I sank into him fully. And then it was on for young and old. For a good 20 minutes I pistoned my prick in and out of Ty's tight, clutching ass as we moaned, groaned and kissed. When Ty's orgasm hit, his ass muscles involuntarily clamped around my cock and pulled me towards my own shattering climax and my mind faded to black as I emptied my balls deep inside him.
A couple of hours later, we fucked again, this time more gently and tenderly, with Ty on all fours gazing out to sea, me on my knees behind him, gently pumping in and out of his core and letting the feeling slowly build. As my overworked balls moved closer to my body and let me know that the bald guy was going to puke again very soon, I reached around and took Ty's throbbing flesh flute and stroked it in time with my final thrusts. Growls and grunts echoed around the room as we lost our loads within seconds of each other.
Between the bouts of fucking, we sucked each other's cocks. I gave Ty a repeat of the penis polish I'd given him in the shower this morning, only this time he was lying down. And Ty finally got to smoke my dick and reassure me at the same time that when it came to cock-sucking, he was top of the charts.
By the time 6pm rolled around, we were knackered from four orgasms between us. We lay naked on the bed together, content to smirk at one another, kiss, and play with each other's spent cocks and balls. Simple pleasures of course, but just lying together with hands wrapped around each other's nuggets filled me with a sense of happiness I'd not felt in a very long time.
At 6.30, I extricated myself from Ty's embrace and suggested that we have a shower so we'd be ready when Vince arrived at 7.
In the shower, we took turns washing each other's bodies. It felt great rubbing my soapy hands all over Ty's naked, muscled body and having his gentle hands washing away the sweat and dried cum that seemed to be everywhere. I especially enjoyed washing Ty's irresistible ass, my hand massaging each cheek in turn. When my fingers found their way to the valley between and one slipped inside him, he groaned.
"Don't start something you can't finish mate!" he laughed. "Unless you wanna maybe ring Vince and cancel? ..."
I grinned and slapped his ass. "It's too late to blow off Mr Twenty Percent now," I chuckled, as I padded back to the bedroom and changed into jeans and a shirt. Ty followed me in and pulled on a pair of cargo pants and a long sleeved `Dallas Cowboys' tee-shirt.
"Mate, when you're all freshly scrubbed, you look like a little boy," I grinned.
"I am a little boy," he grinned back. "A naughty little boy who has naughty thoughts about another little boy!"
Dressed, we grabbed a couple of beers and stood on the balcony taking in the view. By 7.25 we were starting to wonder whether Vince had made other plans, and Ty was about to phone his mobile when the doorbell rang.
We both walked back through the apartment and opened the door to Vince, who had a six-pack of beer and a bottle of white wine in his hands.
"Hey Vince," we said at the same time.
"G'day boys," he replied, handing over the liquor. "This is to replenish the supplies."
We walked through to the lounge and as I opened a beer for Vince, he suddenly remarked, "Shit, this place smells of cum!"
Ty and I laughed, and Ty replied, "You oughta smell the inside of my mouth Vince!"
"Jesus Christ," Vince groaned. "Faggots!"
There was no tension this time, just three guys getting together for a meal and a few drinks. Any insults this evening would be laughed off good-naturedly.
"Where's dinner?" Vince asked.
"We haven't done anything about food yet," I offered. "We weren't sure what you'd feel like. I can arrange for George to get us some really good takeout Chinese."
"Sounds great," Vince enthused. "Chicken, broccoli and cashews for me. What about you Ty?"
"Well," said Ty with a twinkle in his eye. "I've been really hanging out for Cream Of Sum Yung Gai, but I've had a couple of serves of that already today ..."
Vince groaned again. "Spare me the details ..."
Ty looked at me. "Just stir-fried Asian greens for me then, and some rice."
I picked up the phone and called George, repeated Vince and Ty's orders, and added a serve each of honey prawns and beef with black beans. We finished another beer each before George delivered the food and, as always, dished it all up before exiting.
And so the evening went. We tucked into the food, told jokes, hung shit on each other and laughed. We laughed a lot. When he gets going, Vince is a funny guy, full of hilarious stories about life on the road' with top music artists. He's a no names' kind of guy, but the stories he told were highly entertaining.
Later in the evening, the chat turned to business and Vince reminded us that he was returning to Sydney the following morning, and that Ty had two more days in Coolangatta before his evening flight to Sydney ahead of his early morning appearance on `The Morning Show' on which he was being interviewed and performing his next single "Deep Inside Of You", as well as plugging his first full national tour which was kicking off a fortnight later.
Inwardly, this was my first real acknowledgement of that fact that Ty and I only had a couple more days together and Ty was obviously tuned into my thought process.
"Hey Mike," he piped up. "Why don't you come on tour with us? It's not unusual to have your lawyer on the road, and we'd have a great time."
I was caught a bit off-guard. "That'd be fantastic, mate," I replied. "Not sure how I'd go getting more leave from work though ..."
Vince cleared his throat and we both looked at him. "Sorry fellas," he said, somewhat apologetically. "Ty, I'm not so sure that's a great idea. This is your first proper tour and there's a lot riding on it, especially with the new single coming out. I'm really relying on you to stay fully focused."
Ty's angry side was threatening to surface again as he started to protest, so I jumped in to prevent another confrontation.
"Vince is right, Ty" I said. "You need to channel all your energies into the concerts and there'll be all the other stuff as well, like media and in-store appearances. I'd only be in the way. We can talk on the phone whenever you like and we'll catch up when you're in Melbourne."
Ty looked disappointed, but nodded. "I guess," he said softly. "It's just nice to have someone to share the performance `high' with."
"You've got me," said Vince, a little tongue-in-cheek.
"Thanks Vince," said Ty glumly. "Not sure you'd want to `share' the same way as Mike and I share though."
"Too right," said Vince. "Faggots!"
Vince glanced at his watch and noted it was 11pm. "Time for me to get some shut-eye, boys," he said. "Got an early flight. Thanks for the meal. See you in Sydney Ty, and Mike, I'll see you when the tour hits Melbourne."
Vince shook both our hands and I saw him to the door.
"Thanks again for calming everything down Mike," Vince said. "You're good with him."
"No problem, Vince. I'll see you soon."
Ty and I cleared away the empty bottles and stacked the dishwasher with dirty plates and glasses. After a marathon afternoon of hot sex, a heavy Chinese meal, several beers and a couple of wines, we were both in need of sleep. Once the apartment was tidy, we took turns in taking a leak in the bathroom, stripped off and climbed into bed. Ty immediately snuggled in under my arm and rested his head on my chest. Again, no words were necessary. We just enjoyed the closeness and every now and again, I kissed the top of his head.
I'm not sure who fell asleep first, but the next thing I knew it was morning.
I knew it was probably time to get up, but the thought of a nice cuddle with Ty to start the day was too much of a temptation. I turned over and reached for him, but his side of the bed was empty. I sat up and called his name and from somewhere in the apartment he called back "Morning! Be there in a sec!"
A couple of minutes later he walked in carrying a steaming cup of freshly brewed coffee. He pressed the remote control to open the curtains, put my coffee on the bedside table and leaned over and kissed me. He tasted of peppermint.
Freshly showered and dressed, he looked disarmingly cute. "You look very ...tasty," I grinned.
"You can snack on me later if you like, but I've got another session with the contractor. I've got to meet him at my apartment in 20 minutes."
"Hey, what if he gets in first? He won't be able to resist those good looks ..."
Ty started to laugh. "That's funny," he laughed. "You should meet my contractor. His name's Dazza, for starters. He drives a ute, his other car's a Harley, and he refers to his wife as `Her Indoors' ..."
"Say no more," I chuckled.
"What's even funnier is, the first time he met me when he came to quote on the job, he was like, you're that rock star aren't you?'," Ty recalled. "When I nodded he said, yeah, Tyson Hill. Her Indoors plays your bloody album all the time. Not my cup of tea, really. I prefer hard rock'."
I cracked up. "I'm surprised he got the job."
"He's a rough diamond, for sure," Ty replied, "but he had fantastic references and his quote was reasonable. He didn't up the price because I'm well known, which everyone else seems to do."
"Well, you go shoot the shit with Dazza," I said. "What time will you be back?"
"Dunno, probably 11, 11.30," Ty replied.
"What do you wanna do later?"
"I'm thinking I wouldn't mind a steak and salad at Petroni's in Broadbeach. We could cruise on down there for lunch. The owner's a cool guy and he always seats me away from the windows."
"Sounds good to me mate," I nodded enthusiastically.
"Anything you wanna do later?" Ty asked.
"Well, seeing we're going for a drive, there's one thing I'd kill to do, but I kinda don't like to ask," I said gingerly.
"Really? Name it."
"Mate, I would give my right ball to drive a Gran Turismo, just once," I said, referring to the mega- expensive BMW 550i Ty's record company had made available for his stay on the Coast.
As I expected, Ty frowned. "Not so sure about that Mike," he said glumly. "It's the insurance. The policy clearly states that the car can only be driven by the policy holder -- me -- and by one other driver, but the other driver has to commit to fucking the policy holder senseless within 12 hours of the said drive."
"You drive a hard bargain, Mr. Hill" I smirked, "but I drive something even harder, and I do believe I can accommodate the requirements of that policy." Lifting back the bed covers, I added, "In fact I've started to rise to the challenge already ..."
Ty laughed, and as he grabbed his keys and wallet he said, "Nutritionists say that fillet steak for lunch and tube steak for dinner is the perfect diet for a growing Rock Star!"
"Get your hand off it, wanker boy," I laughed, throwing a pillow at him.
As Ty closed the front door, I got out of bed, poured a second cup of coffee and watched the news headlines on Sky Channel. I shaved and went for my usual run along the beach, which was already filling up with sun worshippers taking advantage of yet another sunny, cloudless Queensland day.
Back in the apartment I showered and dressed for lunch and then checked emails and made some calls before the front door open.
"I've just had some bad news Mike," were Ty's first words.
"What's happened?" I asked anxiously.
"Dazza says he heard on the radio that `Deep Inside Of You' was going to be my next single and apparently, that's a stupid mistake."
I laughed. "I thought Dazza didn't like your album?"
"He doesn't," Ty replied. "But because Her Indoors' plays it constantly he's got to know the songs, and he reckons the lyrics of Deep Inside Of You' are, to quote him accurately, `a load of bollocks'."
"So what does he suggest should be the next single?"
"Apparently, there's nothing else on the album that's any good, and I should be getting a new album out as soon as possible, and this time I should make sure there are some good songs on it."
I looked at Ty as sympathetically as I could. "I know that the frank, honest truth often hurts, mate," I said, trying not to laugh. "Let's say I take you out to lunch to drown your sorrows. Oh, and I'll drive."
Ty grinned and threw me his keys. "Let's go," he said.
Driving the 2010 BMW 550i Gran Turismo was every bit the blast I thought it would be, as we cruised down the Gold Coast Highway, gliding in and out of traffic and listening to music radio. We gave the aircon a miss as we wound down the windows and let the breeze blow through our hair. Each time we slowed down to pass through a shopping strip, people did double takes. At first, they were dazzled by the car and then, a second realization that Tyson Hill was in the passenger seat. Some gave a squeal, some waved, others held their mobile phones up to try and get a photo. Ty smiled tolerantly through it all, waving and smiling back.
Eventually we hit Albert Avenue and managed to fluke a park right outside Petroni's. As we hopped out a handful of people stood back and stared, one or two of them saying an excited "hi". Within seconds Carl, the restaurant manager, was ushering us through to the back of the restaurant, where a high seated booth shielded us from other patrons.
Carl and Ty chatted amiably for a while and when a star-struck 20-something waitress nervously approached, Ty flashed her his most disarming smile and said, "Eye fillet for me, with sides of steamed asparagus, rosemary potatoes and Bok Choy."
She looked at me and I shrugged. "Sounds good," I smiled. "I'll have what he's having."
Indeed, it was a good choice. The steak melted in our mouths and the vegetables were cooked to perfection. I congratulated Ty on the choice and commented on his predilection for green vegetables.
"When we were growing up on the farm, Mum and Dad grew all their own veggies," Ty explained. "We were made to eat them whether we liked them or not. In fact, we had to eat the green things first before we could ever have the good stuff, like chips. Dad's favourite saying was you'll grow up healthy if you eat your greens and shit em out yer ass'!"
As he worked our way through the main course, Carl appeared with a bottle of vintage Mount Mary Pinot Noir which, very generously, was "on the house".
For dessert we shared a chocolate souffle and, once the wine was finished and our coffees had been drunk, Ty settled the bill and we made our exit. Ty stopped once or twice on the way out to shake hands with well wishers and fans, and then we were back on the highway heading for Grand Apartments.
I battled to keep to the speed limit, so effortlessly did the Gran Turismo hug the road. We both started laughing when Ty's "Game Of Chance" was played on Triple J, and the announcer mentioned the fact that "Deep Inside Of You" was being released the following Monday as the album's third single.
"Tyson Hill has big things ahead of him," he announcer crooned as the station's news theme began to play.
"I'm looking forward to seeing that big thing ahead of you, mate," I smirked and by reply, Ty reached over from the passenger seat and tweaked my nipple through my tee shirt.
Back at the Grand, I parked the car in the basement and we took the lift to the top floor. Opening the apartment door I immediately noticed a small gift-wrapped parcel with a blank envelope attached, which George must have delivered.
I opened the card and read it to Ty. "It's from Vince," I said. "He says, `Hey faggots, maybe if you watch this, I can welcome you back to my side! Vince.'"
I tossed the parcel to Ty who unwrapped it and held up a straight porn DVD called `Swallow This'. We both cracked up and Ty said "Haven't watched straight porn for years, and I don't think I'm about to start now!"
"I dunno mate," I replied. "It's got Peter North in it and he's pretty hot ..."
"Hotter than me?" Ty asked, feigning a hurt expression.
"Of course not, mate," I chuckled. "No-one's hotter than you. Well, except for that rock star. What's his name? He's got that hit album. It's called `Love To Get My Rocks Off', or something like that."
I managed to dodge the flying DVD which landed in the corner of the room.
"Wanna lay by the pool and soak up some rays?" I asked.
"Yeah, let's do it."
In the bedroom we stripped. Ty pulled on a pair of boardies similar to the ones his brother Scott favored, while I tugged on a Speedo.
Ty looked at me appreciatively. "Mate, they're supposed to be budgie smugglers," he said. "Looks like you've got an owl down the front of those!"
"Only difference is, an owl only does its business by night," I shot back. "What's inside here is ready to do business any hour, night or day."
"Praise the Lord," laughed Ty, waving his arms in the air like a deranged gospel singer.
I was grabbing beach towels when Ty suddenly emerged from the balcony, looking like he'd had a change of heart. "Mike, there's a lot of people at the pool. I don't know if I'm up to being stared at all afternoon. You mind if we sunbathe up here?"
"Nah mate," I grinned. "Cool with me."
Ty dragged two sun lounges out from the shade while I grabbed a couple of cold beers and for the next couple of hours, we lay soaking up the sun, chatting absent-mindedly about anything and everything. By 4.30, the sun was shifting and we moved back inside.
Ty stripped off his board shorts in the lounge while I padded off to the bathroom to take a leak. When I walked back into the lounge, Ty was naked with his back to me, flipping through the pages of his new publishing contract.
"Whatcha doing?" I asked.
"Just going through my `vehicle insurance policy'," he replied. "Trying to find that damn clause about the second driver's commitment to fuck the policy holder ..."
Behind him, I grinned. I dropped my Speedo and walked towards him, sinking to my knees before pushing him gently forward over the dining room table.
"I told you'd I'd honor the commitment," I said, as I spread his toned ass cheeks and ran the flat of my tongue up and over his musky man hole. On the downward stroke, I slipped the tip of my tongue into his moist opening and wiggled it around.
"Is this what the insurance company had in mind?" I asked.
I took his long, growling moan as a definite `yes!'.
And so it went for the next 24 hours or so, my last whole day and night with Ty before he flew out to Sydney for his TV appearance, the release of his new single and rehearsals for his national tour.
We didn't leave the apartment once. We ate in, watched TV, lay in the sun, soaked in the hot tub, drank beer, read books and even did a crossword together. The rest of the time, we fucked, sucked cock, kissed, hugged and then fucked some more.
Late the following afternoon, a couple of hours before Ty departed for the airport, we made love and it was every bit as romantic and sensual as that first night at Bedarra. We were once again in the missionary position, and for the 20 or so minutes that my cock pistoned in and out of Ty's clinging channel, our eyes remained locked. We barely blinked, so intense was our private act, and I realized moments before I filled him with sac syrup that I'd fallen in love with him. Big time.
Eventually we disentangled and as Ty started throwing his things into his suitcases, I faced the reality that we were about to part. I felt a sense of sadness, but drove it away with thoughts of us catching up again when Ty's tour hit Melbourne.
We were both still naked and, sensing my subdued mood, Ty turned to me, took hold of my dick and said "You reckon we can get these fuckers hard again?"
"There's no time!" I exclaimed.
"Nah, we won't be using them unfortunately," he replied, adding "Trust me", as he started to manipulate his cock and my own at the same time. Despite our recent exertions, we both cracked very impressive boners simultaneously, and Ty reached for his mobile phone. Standing side by side, Ty positioned the phone so that he could snap a close-up photo of our blue-veined junket pumpers.
"What the fuck?" I asked.
"Just wait," he said, as he saved the photo and then attached it to a text message. He tapped the keys and hit send.
"I just sent Vince the photo of our cocks," he grinned. "The message said `We're missing you heaps Vince, love Ty and Mike'!"
We both grinned at each other and, still naked, hugged. Silently we got dressed and Ty asked if I wanted to go to the airport with him? Much as I hate airport farewells, I wanted to be with him every moment until Qantas stole him away from me. I nodded.
In the carpark, Ty handed me the keys. "You drive, mate," he said. "We need to drop the car off first."
I drove to the airport, neither of saying much, each lost in our own thoughts. All too soon, we were there and as I pulled up to the rental car drop-off spot, Ty jumped out and took care of the paperwork. Grabbing his luggage, we headed for the business class check-in and then to the business lounge where we sat apart. With all eyes on Ty, we did our best to look like colleagues.
The silence was broken by a message alert on Ty's mobile. "It's Vince," he smiled. "This oughta be good!"
He opened the message, looked up at me and grinned. "What do you reckon he said?" Ty asked.
I grinned back. "Faggots!"
"You got it!"
Moments later, Ty's flight was called and with eyes still boring holes into him, we could do nothing more than shake hands. I was pretty much lost for words, other than to say as sincerely as I could, "Thanks for everything, mate. This has been the best few days of my life."
Ty threw protocol and discretion to the wind, reaching out and hugging me tight. He smacked me on the back, picked up his bags and stroll purposefully through the lounge to the departure gate. Before he reached the corner and disappeared, he turned and mouthed, "I love you." And with a wink, he was gone.
I stood rooted to the spot temporarily, taking in what had just happened. Tyson Hill just told me he loved me. Fuck me dead! He'd said it within an hour of me realizing that I loved him, too.
When I'd flown to Coolangatta earlier in the month for a break from work pressures, I'd hoped to get lucky with a bit of anonymous man sex, to maybe fire off a few loads into a transient mouth or ass, and return to work feeling relaxed and relieved.
I certainly hadn't expected to find the man of my wet dreams, and fall head over heels in love with him.
And I certainly wasn't expecting -- or prepared for -- the shock that lay in wait for me on my return home to Melbourne ...
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