A HOT HOLIDAY IN AUSTRALIA - PART 39
Albury to Sydney
Wednesday
I woke at about 6am. It was just getting light. I tried to go back to sleep but I was wide awake and feeling restless. The lure of getting home was strong.
I made a cup of coffee and ate the complementary sweet biscuits provided by the motel. Every Australian motel seems to have the same ones. After a shower, I took my time packing but I was ready to go by 7am. I could hear other people moving around and car doors slamming, waking everyone else up, no doubt. Have you noticed that the only time you're aware of car doors being slammed is in the morning when you're staying in a motel?
I checked out of the motel and drove to McDonalds for breakfast. It was just a short distance away. Their coffee was much better than the instant stuff I'd had in the motel room. I enjoyed my food and was back in my car and heading for the highway after just 30 minutes. It was not even 8am yet.
It would take a bit more than 6 hours to drive from Albury to Sydney, but it was freeway the whole way so it was not a difficult drive. I put the car on cruise control and turned my music on.
Traffic was not heavy and it was turning into a very pleasant sunny day. Two hours later, I felt like a break and noticed I was close to the town of Gundagai. I could have done the highway stop at the dismal tourist trap of Dog On The Tuckerbox and their filthy coffee again just past Gundagai, but I decided instead to go off the highway into the town of Gundagai itself.
Gundagai is a very pretty historic town with many fine old buildings. I stopped on Sheridan Street, the main street, just a little way along from the imposing 1859 Courthouse. There was a coffee shop across the road in the line of shops, so I bought a coffee there and took a walk along the street admiring the buildings while I drank it. It was good to stretch my legs.
Back in the car, I returned to the highway and continued northwards. As I drove past the town of Yass, with its famous McDonalds sign, I remembered Aaron, the hot Italian-looking guy I had played with there on the first night of my trip. It was tempting to stay the night again but I felt keen to get home now.
As I approached the city of Goulburn two hours later, I was feeling quite hungry. The highway bypasses Goulburn but I decided to drive in and have lunch there. I drove past the Big Merino sheep tourist attraction and parked in the centre of town alongside Belmore Park. I walked over to the nearby Paragon Caf‚, a long-standing establishment well-known to travellers in this region.
I had a steak and salad for lunch and then, because it was a really nice day outside, I bought a takeaway coffee and walked over to the park and sat on a bench to drink it near the fountain.
I remembered chatting with two gay guys there on that first day. They were just starting a round Australia road trip in their motor home. They had hinted that they would be interested to play if we met up later on the road. Well, it did not happen and I wondered where they were now. I finished my coffee and got back in my car.
I was feeling quite tired by the time I reached the outskirts of Sydney. Luckily it was mid-afternoon so the home time rush had not started yet. Traffic was heavy but I had a good run on the M5 Freeway in the suburbs, past the airport and then through the Harbour Tunnel to the north shore. When I turned into the driveway of my apartment block it was just after 4pm.
It was good to get home and, after putting my gear down, I had a look around. My pot plants inside and on the balcony were looking terrific. My neighbour, Christine, had looked after them very well. I kicked my shoes off and was glad to lie down on my bed. I had been away just over three weeks but it felt like it had been a lot longer. I started thinking about the various adventures I had had as I drifted off into a light sleep.
The next evening, I was having a glass of champagne with my buddy, Alex, who was keen to hear all the dirty details of the trip. We were sitting shirtless on the sofa together. His arm was around my shoulder and the fingers of his left hand were brushing over my left nipple. It was nice to snuggle up against him.
'So, what would you like to hear about?' I asked. 'Shall I tell you about the well- endowed farmer in the woolshed near Hay? Then there's the tall soldier with an even bigger cock in Port Augusta or how about the four group sessions one after the other in Port Pirie?'
'You've got to be kidding!' said Alex, eyes-wide. 'Although it is you so I suppose I'd better believe you. Just tell me one for now to get me going and then I'll fuck the ass off you'.
'Seems a fair deal', I said. I told him about the Spanish-looking guy in Burra, South Australia. Alex really goes for those latin-looking types. He kept asking for more and more detail and was now stroking his cock in his pants as I talked.
'Can we go into the bedroom, now?' he said, when I'd finished. 'I haven't cum in days and you've got me really horny now.'
We got up and I led the way into my bedroom. I turned around to find that he had thrown off the rest of his clothes on the way. He was now naked with his seven inch very hard cock throbbing in front of me.
It was great to see his naked, hairy body again. I ran my hands over his chest and could feel my cock move inside my pants. I embraced and kissed him, looking into his deep blue eyes. He groaned a little and held me tight. His cock felt like an iron bar between us.
'Get those pants off', he said, breaking away from me and getting the lube out of my bedside table drawer.
While I got out of my gear, he put some lube on his cock. He sure seemed in urgent need of a fuck.
'On your back, you big slut', he said. I grinned and did as I was told. He lifted my legs and rammed his cock right up deep inside me. It took my breath away.
'Just making my presence felt', he said, smiling wickedly. 'Damn, I need this.'
He started moving inside me. I could feel the big head of his cock going deeply in and out. The heat from it was awesome. Looking up at him, it really was nice to be home!
I ran my hands through the hair on his chest and squeezed his nipples. He grunted and increased speed.
'I can't hold this one', he said. 'No control at all'. He started seriously pounding my ass. The concentration on his face was really sexy. With a sudden shout, he started shooting his load deep into me. He almost lost balance, but gripped my legs tightly and continued to thrust his cock deep into me. He was still cumming.
Finally, he collapsed forward and kissed me lavishly. His cock felt so good inside me and was showing no sign of going down. I clenched my ass muscles on it, enjoying the thickness of him.
We stayed like that for a few minutes and he continued to kiss me. He really was a very hot man - good-looking, sexy, very good in bed and had become a great friend as well over time. I was very lucky.
Eventually he drew his cock out of my ass and lay alongside me. His whole body was gleaming with perspiration and the hair on his chest had become quite wet.
'Welcome home', he said, smiling at me. 'Now, you are going to write your journal up as usual with full details of all the fucking you did on the road, aren't you?' he said.
'Yes, probably', I replied.
'I can't wait to read it, 'he said, reaching for a hand towel. 'Glad I won't be in it, though'.
THE END
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