I got to work one day and saw an email from my boss asking me to come and see him. I headed straight off to his office, wondering what could be the issue. I needn't have worried. My boss informed me that our company was taking over a similar firm in Australia, and he wanted me to go out there for a couple of weeks to meet the team and start to plan how we could work together. I was thrilled; I'd never been down to Australia but had always wanted to get there and here was my chance.
I checked the schedule and even though I would be working for most of the time I would be able to take a few days at the end of the trip to just hang out. And it would be summer as well so not only would I be seeing a new place, I'd be getting away from the English winter as well. I would have to pay for my own accommodation for those last few days so of course I turned to the gay accommodation website to see what was available. I was a bit surprised; I had thought Sydney was one of the world's gayest cities but there really weren't many guys offering rooms. After a good look I found a guy who had a fairly central place and was pretty good looking; tall and with a beard, he also had a shirtless photo as his profile pic. That, combined with the fact that his listing was "clothing optional", suggested he might be looking to play.
The time came around and I flew out to Sydney. The flight was a killer. The stopover was in Dubai and I thought I was half way, but oh no, there were still hours to go. I was a wreck by the time I arrived at Sydney Airport and just went straight to the hotel and slept. The next couple of days were a blur. I was heavily jetlagged but at the same time was meeting all the people at the company we'd taken over and had to be on top form. I managed to put off any socialising until the end of the first week which they were very understanding about, as most of them had been to Europe and knew how punishing the flight was. At the end of the first week we went out for drinks and a meal but I was surprised how early all the restaurants shut there.
I kept working through the weekend and into the following week, and finally the time came to say goodbye to my new colleagues and head off to my own accommodation to enjoy the last few days in Sydney before the flight back. The place I'd booked was in one of the very central suburbs but was a modern flat, not one of the nice old terraced houses with balconies that were so typical of inner Sydney. I rang the bell at the gate and my host, Michael, came out to get me. He was about 6ft tall, thin, brown hair but had a really intense energy about him. He asked me how my work time had been, whether I'd found the flat okay, that sort of thing. We had to go up a flight of steps to get to his flat, but then when we got inside all the living space was at entry level but you had to go downstairs to the bedrooms. Truly everything was upaide down in Australia!
Michael showed me my room and we grabbed a cup of tea together. He had said he was a naturist so I was a bit disappointed that he wasn't naked and didn't suggest it. Even though he had a slight Australian accent he turned out to be Canadian, but had lived in Sydney for fifteen years. I was going out to meet up with an old schoolfriend who'd emigrated to Sydney and Michael was having a few friends around for drinks. He said it wasn't a big deal if I was back early, I was fine to join them.
I met my old schoolfriend in a nearby pub and it was great to catch up. We had dinner and a few drinks and I headed back to Michael's at about 9.30pm. His friends (three women) were still there so he gave me a glass of wine and the five of us chatted away about various things, the US elections, life in Australia vs Europe, etc. After a while the three women left and it was just the two of us. We were both quite tired so we said we would turn in.
We went downstairs to the bedrooms. The way the bedrooms and bathroom were arranged was so the door to my bedroom faced the bathroom, with the door to Michael's bedroom directly to the left of my door, so if you went left out of my door you'd walk into his room (this is an important detail!). I was a bit drunk so stripped off, leaving my door open, and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth, meaning I passed Michael's room totally naked. I looked over and he'd also stripped off and was lying naked on the bed looking at his phone and stroking his dick a bit. I didn't want to stare so headed to the bathroom.
After I was back in my room I left the door open and then Michael also went to the bathroom. As he came out I was lying on my bed also stroking my dick. He looked over but didn't come in, and we turned our lights out - but we had both left our bedroom doors open. After a short while in the darkness I heard the unmistakeable sounds of jerking off. Hearing Michael stroke himself made me super hard and I started jerking too, making sure he could hear. After a little time I got up as if I had to go to the toilet. I walked out with my dick hard in front of me. Even though the lights were off you could still see because of the street lights outside. Michael looked over as I walked past but didn't do anything. I pretended to go to the toilet and then came back to my bedroom. Then after a while he did the same! It was so funny but I really wasn't sure what he wanted as he still didn't come into my room on the way back.
We were both lying there and then I heard those jerking off sounds again, and this time Michael gave a low moan. I did exactly the same, and we could both hear each other stroking and sighing. Finally I couldn't stand it any more and got up and went to stand at my door. Michael's door was also open and he looked up at me as I stood there stroking my hard dick. He was stroking himself as well and then sighed softly. I walked into his room and slowly lay on top of him as our dicks met. He groaned and we kissed. We didn't say anything but just started to move our bodies together. I moved down and took him in my mouth. He had a perfect dick; not too big, not too small. Because he was North American he was uncut but he still had enough foreskin to work with. I deep throated him for a while and then moved up to let him suck me. Then we just gently lay, me on top of him as we ground our cocks together. Suddenly Michael gave a low moan and I felt him cumming between us. I reached down and scooped up a little bit and tasted it. Michael then began to stroke my dick and it wasn't long before I blasted a load over his chest. I hadn't cum in over a week and there was so much. He started to laugh and asked if I were trying to drown him. We kissed again and I went back to my bed.
The next morning we had a laugh about it as we ate breakfast naked together on his patio. "I thought you were never going to come in!" he said. He said that he didn't get off with every guest and hadn't wanted to force anything. I laughed too because I'd been thinking exactly the same thing. As we sat there in the Sydney sun we both started to get semis and were stroking ourselves. I said how nice it was to have this private patio in such a central location. Michael agreed and said that was one of the reasons he'd taken the flat. He said, "It's so private I've even had sex out here a few times." I said that sounded like fun and he said, "Do you want to?" I didn't need to be asked twice and we lay down on the outdoor mat he had there. We kissed for a while then he went inside to get some lube. He lifted my legs up onto his shoulders, lubed his cock and slowly slid into my tight hole. It felt amazing, he was such a gentle lover. He didn't last long and was soon flooding my hole with his cum. He pulled out, started to jerk me and when I told him I was cumming he slid my cock to the back of his throat and drank it all down. We lay out there in the sun for a while just talking, and then Michael suggested we visit one of Sydney's gay nude beaches...but that is another story!