A HOT HOLIDAY IN AUSTRALIA - PART 38
Stawell to Albury
Tuesday
I woke about 7am and my breakfast arrived just after I had showered and dressed. Instead of the usual motel cold and flobby toast, they provided two slices of fresh bread to toast using the toaster in my room. The smell of the fresh toast was really nice and I enjoyed my breakfast very much.
I had packed up and checked out by 8.30 and, after getting some petrol, I headed east for my next planned destination, Albury, on the border of Victoria and New South Wales. According to my GPS it was about five hours of driving. I turned my music on.
The undulating countryside was quite pretty with fields and forests making it an interesting landscape to travel through. The small towns were picturesque with many old buildings. Most had small war memorials to remember local men who had died in the two world wars of the 20th century.
After two hours, I arrived in the major city of Bendigo, one of my favourite places in Australia to visit. I stopped near the main street and had a coffee in one of the parks. It was tempting to stay as there was always something happening here but I was determined to push on.
I stopped for lunch ninety minutes later in the small pretty town of Murchison on the Goulburn River and bought a meat pie and a fruit juice for lunch. I made the mistake of deciding to sit in my car and eat the pie out of the paper bag provided. This proved to be quite difficult as it was blazing hot and the bottom started to break apart into the bottom of the bag. The paper bag then started to dissolve with the hot meat juices soaking through and it was burning my hand. I gave up after eating about half of it and threw the rest away in disgust. There's nothing worse than a badly made Australian meat pie with poor pastry that does that to you!
Thirty minutes later I reached Violet Town and turned left onto the Hume Highway that runs as a freeway between Melbourne and Sydney. While there was more traffic, it was a much easier road to drive. At that point I had only another hour and a half to get to Albury. It was just enough driving for one day.
Arriving there, I tried my favourite motel on the south side of the business centre to see if they had a room. I was in luck and I got my gear out of the car and settled in. It was getting on for 3pm and I decided to just rest for the remainder of the afternoon.
I lay down on the bed and read for a while and, feeling dozy, I put the book down and enjoyed that hypnotic feeling of being not quite awake and not quite asleep. I stayed where I was until about 5pm and, feeling refreshed, I decided to get up and go into town for a drink and an early dinner.
Although only about a twenty minute walk, I had found on a previous occasion that the streets were quite dark at night and the footpaths were uneven. It was potentially a tripping hazard. For that reason, I decided to drive and parked in Dean Street opposite the Albury Commercial Club. This was a private members club but open to non-members who could prove that they were travellers. It was a good place for a meal, having several choices of dining areas.
The Reflections Caf‚ looked quiet as it was still early so I got a table there and ordered a steak and salad with a beer to go with it. I was hungry after having that losing battle with the meat pie at lunch time, so I enjoyed the food very much. I started eyeing off the available desserts afterwards but talked myself out of it and headed back to my car.
The street where my motel was situated was covered with an impressive tree canopy but it was also quite dark driving down it. When I reached my motel, I started to turn into the driveway and suddenly became aware of a jogger about to cross in front of me on the footpath. I slammed the brakes on and just missed him. In my headlights he looked startled, as though he had not been aware of my approach.
As I drove past him into the motel grounds, I noticed in the rear view mirror that he was also coming into the motel carpark as well. I parked in front of my room and got out.
'Sorry, man', said the jogger, who had come up to my car. 'I didn't see you, it's so dark out there'. His dark clothing had not helped me to see him either.
I told him not to worry and he looked relieved and jogged away. I went into my room and put my keys down next to the television.
It was only 7pm and, apart from feeling a bit weary from all the driving, it was too early for me to go to sleep yet. I turned the television on and caught the news, which filled half an hour or so.
I wondered what the local talent was like here and picked up my phone. In one of the apps I saw a familiar face. It was the jogger I had nearly run down. He was only 15 meters away so he must also be staying at this motel.
His profile said he was 22 and from Melbourne. He was taller than me, very slim, sandy-haired and, importantly, top. I hadn't taken much notice of him when we met outside. It was quite an attractive photo of him in the app but I felt a bit reluctant to contact him after our earlier encounter. He was online at the moment so he would probably recognize me, too, when he saw my profile. I decided to leave it to him to contact me if he was interested.
There were a couple of other guys who looked interesting, but it was still early and I thought I'd leave it until a bit later and see if I wanted to make contact with someone. As it was my last night on the road, I felt inclined to do something more memorable than doze off in front of the television. For now, I settled back on the bed and watched the television current affairs program after the news. A message came through on my phone just as the program finished. The timing was perfect.
I picked up my phone to see who was messaging and, lo and behold, it was the jogger with 'Hi, remember me?'
'Sure do', I answered. 'Would you be thinking of extending our acquaintance?'
'I'll hit the shower and be there in twenty minutes', he said. 'I kept a note of your room number, just in case you turned out to be the man of my dreams'. It was good to hear I had made an impression.
I flew off the bed and had a shower, too, and then made sure everything was organised in the room. I felt quite excited. True to his word, there was a knock on my door at the agreed time.
I opened the door and he was standing there, smiling, with a bottle of wine and two glasses. He was also dressed all in white and looked terrific. I had a feeling that he knew how good he looked, but, hey, if you've got it, flaunt it! I was just in my old tracksuit and I was glad I was not wearing my ratty old slippers!
He came in and I shut the door. He put the wine and glasses down on the table, turned around and, embracing me, gave me a lengthy kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth.
'I like to do that straight away, otherwise I'll feel shy about starting', he said. 'You didn't seem to mind'. I smiled. It was fine with me and it was quite an arousing kiss.
He busied himself pouring glasses of wine and then sat down at the table.
'Here's to the fuck of the century', he said, lifting his glass in a toast. I was happy to drink to that!
He told me he was travelling to Sydney for a marathon run that was coming up on the weekend. He was going early to survey the route of the run and catch up with friends as well.
'So what are you into sexually?' he asked. 'I'm top, I never bottom', he said. 'I love fucking, all positions and I especially love cumming on guys' faces'.
That all sounds good to me', I said.
'I better warn you that if I cum on your face I shoot huge loads,' he said. It must be because of all the running I do. I usually cum five or six times a day. Can't wait to blow all over that nice beard of yours but, don't worry, I'll fuck the ass off you first'.
I liked his directness. I told him that anything he wanted to do was fine with me. He finished his wine and put his glass down on the table.
'Let's do it and then have another glass of wine before I do you again', he said. 'I haven't cum all day because I've been on the road and, after my run, I'm ready to explode'.
He stood up and unbuttoned his shirt. I kicked off my shoes and took my tracksuit and T shirt off. I straightened up in just my underwear.
'Very nice', he said, looking me up and down as he slipped out of his pants. 'But you won't need the underwear'. He took his underwear off as he spoke. I quickly did the same. He had the expected slim athletic body of a runner and it was all nicely in proportion. He had no chest or belly hair and just a small blonde patch of pubic hair.
'Hope you like the dick', he said. 'It's the only one I've got'.
It was a pretty impressive dick at least seven and a half inches long, quite thick with a slight curve to the left. The large head was still covered with a thick foreskin.
'Looks fine to me', I said. 'But then I've never met many dicks I didn't like'. He laughed and retracted his foreskin revealing a large purplish head that was sticky with precum.
'That needs some attention', I said, moving in closer, kneeling down and opening my mouth. He put the head of his cock on my tongue and I started sucking it, working my tongue around the hot head. His precum tasted sweet and there seemed to be a lot of it.
He put his hands at the back of my head and pulled me in closer to him. His cock slid down my throat until my nose was buried in his pubic hair. He groaned and moved his cock slowly in and out a little. It was just the right size for me to deep- throat him and I enjoyed doing it.
After a couple of minutes, he slowly withdrew his cock and sat down on the bed behind him.
'Let me return the favour', he said, picking my cock up with his right hand and putting it in his mouth. He concentrated mainly on the head, licking the underside where I'm most sensitive. At the same time, he massaged my balls and then reached further underneath to find my asshole.
''Mmm, nice furry hole', he said. 'Turn around, bend over and let me eat it'. I was happy to do as I was told.
He pulled my ass cheeks open and spat some saliva onto my hole and then started licking it deeply. He was doing it really well and I could feel my legs turning to jelly. He must have sensed this as he got up and steered me around to kneel on the bed. He came around behind me, squatted down and intensified his efforts on my hole, using his teeth as well as his tongue. He had me moaning with pleasure very quickly.
After a while, he stood up and started rubbing his cock up and down between my cheeks. The heat coming off him was incredible.
'Where's your lube?' he asked, softly. It was just out of reach for me on the bedside table, so I pointed to it. He got up and went over to get it.
'Stay in that position but kneel on the edge of the bed', he said. I'll fuck you like that first and then flip you over onto your back afterwards for the big finish.'
I did as he suggested and felt him put some lube on my asshole. He rubbed his cock up and down between my cheeks again and then suddenly plunged it deep inside my hole. I gasped but it felt good. He pushed the rest of it all the way up inside me and then did not move for about a minute. I flexed my ass muscles on his cock and he groaned.
'That feels awesome,' he said. 'You're so hot and smooth in there and amazingly tight. I'm surprised I slid in so easily. You really know what you're doing'.
He started moving his cock in and out in short strokes. The head of his cock felt very large inside me. He gripped my hips and started moving a little faster.
'I'm going to have to take this carefully', he said. 'In a tight ass like yours, I could cum just like that if I wasn't careful'.
He continued with those short, moderate strokes for a few minutes. It felt really good to me. I could just concentrate on the exquisite feeling of having him deep inside me. I was happy for him to do that for hours, if he could, but I suspected he would not last very long.
'Let's go over onto your back', he said, pulling his cock out of me. I turned over as he suggested and he lifted my legs.
'That hole looks so good', he said, 'especially now I've stretched it open a bit'.
He rubbed the head of his cock against it and pushed it steadily up inside me. Each position feels different and I sensed that this position with him would be the best one. I could feel every inch of him inside me. The big head was throbbing way up deep inside and his balls were starting to slap against me as he moved. He was as deep inside me as he could get.
I reached up and ran my hands over his chest and nipples. He grinned down at me, looking very boyish. I could see on his face how much pleasure my ass was giving him.
He kept on fucking me at a moderate pace for quite some time. Again, it felt so good I was happy to relax and go with the incredible feeling he was generating inside me.
'I'm getting close', he said. 'I'll fuck a bit more and then pull out quickly and cum on your face, OK?' I nodded.
He kept on steadily fucking. It wasn't easy to sense any build up to an orgasm from the way he was fucking me.
Suddenly, he closed his eyes momentarily and then looked at me with some urgency in his eyes, saying, 'That's it!'
He quickly pulled his cock out of me and straddled my chest, holding his cock about an inch from my nose and jerking off furiously. I hardly had time to shut my eyes before the first squirt of cum hit my right cheek. It was followed by a second one in almost the same place and then the third one hit. It was a massive, sustained squirt that almost felt like he was pissing, if it hadn't been so thick and creamy. My open mouth was filled completely and I had to swallow. I could feel it landing on my beard and as high up as my hair. It was followed by at least four more sizeable quirts.
'Fuck!' he moaned. 'Let me get it away from your right eye. I damn near drowned you'. He used his finger gently to move a thick lump of cum off my eye. It had not actually gone in, luckily.
'You look awesome', he said. 'I love doing it and that was one of my better efforts'.
'Let me have a look', I said, getting off the bed and looking in the mirror. He was right. My face was just covered in it.
'That's worth a photo', I said, reaching for my phone and giving it to him. I got back on the bed and he straddled my chest to take the photo. Then he put the camera down and stuck his still hard cock into my mouth again.
Can you leave the cum on your face?' he asked. 'It looks so sexy'. It smelled sexy, too, and I sucked some of it off my moustache. It also tasted good.'
'Just a bit of a suck will have that up and ready to go again', he said. 'This time I'll cum in your ass'.
He was true to his word. After only five minutes of careful sucking, he moved down the bed and lifted my legs again. He slid his hard cock up deep inside me and started fucking me. It was exciting to know that this time he would cum inside me.
He fucked me steadily for about ten minutes, smiling at me the whole time. Then he suddenly sped up and, closing his eyes, started pounding me quite hard. With a loud groan, he gave a strong thrust really deep into me and stopped moving. I could feel his cock jerking inside me as he shot another load. It felt like a really strong one, too.
He opened his eyes and leaned forward, and, in spite of all his cum still on my face, kissed me feverishly as he finished his orgasm. Then he collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily.
He stayed like that for a few minutes. His cock was still jerking occasionally inside me and I could feel the heat of his cum spreading through my lower body.
Finally, he lifted himself up and pulled his cock out of my hole. It felt like it was still rock hard.
He moved up and straddled my chest again. His hard cock was all wet and gleaming in the light. It looked good lying there between my nipples.
'You are a great fuck', he said. 'I gave your ass a hell of a big load too'.
He leaned down and started kissing me again. He was a really nice kisser, very deep and sensuous.
He suddenly stopped and looked down at his cock on my chest.
'I reckon I've got one more in there to give you', he said. 'Can I just jerk off on your face again? I love doing that.' I smiled and told him to go for it.
It was exciting to look at him above me, jerking his cock steadily. He looked so sexy.
'Nearly there', he said, after only a few minutes. 'You better close your eyes'.
I did so and sensed him shifting forward a bit. Then I heard him groan and immediately afterwards, his hot cum was hitting my face again. It was still a good sized load and felt wonderful, so full of heat and dripping down into my mouth and beard.
He eventually gave a loud sigh and I could tell it was safe to open my eyes again. I looked up at him grinning at me.
'We should have done a video of that', he said. Those two facials were among my best efforts.'
'Maybe next time', I said. 'I'd be curious to see you doing that to me, too'.
He got off the bed and asked to use the bathroom. Before he went, he handed me one of the small towels I'd put on the bedside table earlier. I wiped the considerable amount of cum off my face. I heard him turn the shower on.
When he returned, I went in and had a quick shower, too. When I came back out he was almost finished dressing.
'I need to get some rest', he said. 'I'm running again in the morning before I leave'.
As soon as I was dressed, he embraced and kissed me. We sat down and had another glass of wine each.
'Can I see you in Sydney?' he said. 'I'll be there for a week'.
'Sure', I said. I gave him my phone number.
'Maybe we can make that video', he said, with a wicked grin.
'It's a date', I said, smiling.
Then he left and I straightened the bed up and undressed again. I read for a while and put the light out.
To be continued....
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