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Downstairs in the hotel lobby we met up with all of Ty's team' and, after a few words to all from Ty, he hooked up with the model Vince had arranged as his date' for the night and the pair hit the red carpet, to a blaze of camera flashes. Every few feet, they stopped and spoke to television reporters who were filming the event for the news. Yes, he said, he was looking forward to the awards. No, he had no expectation of winning, it was satisfaction enough to be nominated. No, he had no comment to make about his latest `date'. He smiled and waved his way into the hotel ballroom where news cameras were temporarily banned, and he could finally relax.
He and his date made their way to a large round table near the stage, which seated Ty's whole team, myself included. Somehow he'd swung it so that Monique, his publicist, was to his left and I -- his lawyer -- was on his right. Once the nominees had all done the red carpet, the rest of us filed in and took our seats.
Precisely at 8pm, The Tender Trap -- who were nominated as Best Group -- took to the stage to officially open proceedings with a track from their album `Love Lost'. Three or four minor awards were announced while we ate our entrees, before the hosts read the nominations for Breakthrough Artist. One by one, the names were announced as snippets of their film clips were screened: Amy Meredith ... Cloud Control ... Tyson Hill ... Philadelphia Grand Jury ... Tame Impala.
I wasn't the only one at our table holding my breath.
"And the winner is ... Tyson Hill!"
The room erupted in cheers and we were all on our feet, hugging Ty and slapping him on the back as he sheepishly made his way to the stage. His speech was short but sincere, as he thanked his fans and his record company for their amazing support, and then rattled off the individuals; his manager Vince, his publicist Monique; and to my surprise, his lawyer Mike. His parting thanks went to his "amazing family, Mum, Dad, Lachie and Scott -- this is for all of you."
Ty made his way back to the table and took his seat next to me. He was immediately surrounded by celebrity guests wanting to shake his hand. Vince was next in line to give him a hug and he then embraced Monique before turning to me for a hug. It was a discrete manly squeeze, but he whispered in my ear "you're gonna get to fuck an ARIA winner mate!"
A couple more awards were announced before it was time to reveal Best New Artist. The roll call was agonizing: Dan Kelly ... Dan Sultan ... Guy Sebastian ... Tyson Hill ... John Butler.
"And the winner is ... Dan Sultan!"
My heart sank, but if Ty was disappointed he certainly wasn't letting it show. He was among the first audience members on their feet, cheering wildly, and as Dan Sultan walked past our table to accept his award, Ty grabbed him and gave him a hug.
When Ty sat down again I leaned across and said, "Sorry mate!" Ty grinned, "Thanks mate. But it's great Dan won, he deserves it".
We were midway through an amazing main meal when the major awards of the night were due to be announced, starting with Single Of The Year.
We all stopped eating as the nominations were read out: Angus & Julia Stone for "Big Jet Plane" ... Birds of Tokyo for "Plans" ... The Tender Trap for "Love Lost" ... Tyson Hill for "Love On The Rocks", and Washington for "How To Tame Lions".
It seemed like an eternity before portions of each of the nominated songs' film clips were played and the host stepped up to the microphone with the envelope and ARIA award in hand.
"And the winner of Single Of The Year ... (long pause!) ... Tyson Hill for "Love On The Rocks!"
Again, the audience rose as one while Ty sat in his chair looking genuinely shocked. As he stood and made his way to the stage, Dan Sultan and John Butler made a point of congratulating him and as he climbed the stairs to the podium, the room lit up with camera flashes.
Ty looked truly stunned as he made a sincere acceptance speech, thanking his team once again, and making a point of thanking his Mum and Dad for buying him his first little guitar which still travels everywhere with him, for good luck.
The night seemed to speed up from that point, and Ty was once again a winner when Best Adult Contemporary Album was announced, "Love On The Rocks" defeating Angus & Julia Stone, Basement Birds, Clare Bowditch and The Cat Empire.
With three wins out of four nominations, Ty and Vince's bet was still undecided. If Ty missed out on Album Of The Year, Vince was the winner and Ty would be filming Vince and his hot date having sex. But if by chance Ty walked away with the big one, Vince was in for a hell of a shock!
As the night drew to an end, two guest hosts made a long speech about the Album Of The Year nominees, pausing between each one for a montage of clips of the nominated artists. Finally, the big moment ...
"The nominations for Album Of The Year are: Tame Impala for "Innerspeaker" ... Angus & Julia Stone for "Down The Way" ... Birds of Tokyo for "Birds Of Tokyo" ... Tyson Hill for "Love On The Rocks" ... and Washington for "I Believe You Liar".
You could have cut the air with a knife, so thick was it with anticipation. Ty had already whispered in my ear that he was certain the award would go to with Washington or Angus & Julia Stone, so he was happily resigned to cheering his worthy opponent. Still, I held my breath again until the host put me out of my misery.
To a backdrop of a drum roll, came the announcement ... "And the winner of the 2010 ARIA Award for Album Of The Year, give it up please, for ... `Love Is In The Air' by Tyson Hill!!".
The look on Ty's face was priceless. He sat rooted to the spot as Vince, Lachlan and Scott all leapt and grabbed him, kissing and hugging him as he struggled to stand. His trip to the stage was interrupted by swarms of photographers and other artists, and when he finally reached the microphone, it was a full minute before the applause died down enough for him to speak.
I swear there were tears in his eyes as he gave thanks for the blessings that had come his way in such a short time, and saluted the artists he defeated for the major award, assuring them "you're all worthy of this accolade and if I could carve it five ways I'd give you each a piece". He ended his speech with thanks again to "the best parents in the world" and mentioned the four people who keep him going, "My manic manager Vince Cometti -- bless you mate - my beautiful brothers Lachie and Scotty, and the best lawyer in this country, Michael Stewart. I love you guys, and I thank the powers that be that made you all part of my life."
Ty left the podium and disappeared backstage as the credits rolled and the live telecast was finally over. An excited Vince explained that Ty would be posing for photos with his awards and talking to the reporters who would be preparing stories for the morning papers. We made our way backstage and stood back as Ty faced the throng of cameramen, all trying to capture that special shot for either Page 1 or Page 3. Vince smiled at me when Ty's `date' was called up for some huggy, squeezy shots with her make- believe boyfriend. Vince winked and whispered, "Don't worry mate, it's all for the papers. He's making goo-goo eyes at her, but it's you he's thinking of!"
I couldn't resist. "Hey thanks, Vince," I smirked. "You're starting to think like a faggot!"
"Fuck off Mike," he grinned. "She's coming back to my room after the party, because I told her I really want to hear her demo tape. She mightn't be leaving in the morning with a record deal, but I'll pay for the chiropractor she's gonna need to fix her back!"
"I'll try not to think of that Vince, when Ty and I are back in our room, and I'm on my knees like any good God-fearing Christian, giving praise to the good Lord for all of Ty's good karma!"
"You on your knees, thanking God?" Vince guffawed. "Yeah, I can just see that!"
"Well, let me put it this way, Vince" I grinned. "I'm gonna be on my knees, and Ty's gonna be saying Oh God', Oh fucking Jesus' a whole lot. And then I shall be reborn after being anointed with the seed of the Chosen One."
Vince rolled his eyes. "Pity to think such pretty boys are gonna burn in Hell!"
Our exchange was interrupted as Ty bounced up and grabbed the two of us in a group hug. Seconds later, Lachlan and Scott wedged their way in, and our combined grins could have lit up Times Square. Our shared elation was short lived when Monique whisked Ty away for more photo opportunities, and the four of us made our way into the lavish after-show party.
When Ty finally emerged from backstage, he was intercepted by a steady stream of well wishers, including some of the industry's biggest names. He seemed to be handling it very well and managed to say everything the night's big winner would say, but I knew him well enough to know he was keen to kick off his `rock star' clobber, throw on some boxers and a tee, and kick back in the suite with a cold beer.
An hour or so later, as the party was winding down, Ty was surrounded by a group of B-list celebs and hangers-on, many in advanced stages of inebriation. Lachlan and Scott had already made their exit and Vince and Monique were silently cursing that they couldn't get away. I took the initiative and walked up to the crowd around Ty and said, as authoritively as I could, "There's a call coming though for you in five minutes from `Billboard' magazine in the States, Tyson. You need to get back to your room."
Relief flooded Ty's face as he quickly shook hands and excused himself, walking briskly with me to Monique and Vince. "I said he's got an international phoner," I said. "So he can disappear up to the suite now."
"Good thinking mate," Vince grinned. "Are you turning in too, or do you wanna join Mon and me for a drink in the bar?"
Picking up on Vince's routine in front of Monique, I said, "Well I guess one drink won't hurt. I'll see you in the morning Ty, and congratulations again. The fucking ARIA King!"
Ty grinned, aware of the fact I was keeping up appearances. "Excellent idea, Prince Michael. Please make sure that The Duke Of Twenty Percent and the Mayoress Of Media enjoy themselves on my credit card. But please don't leave it with them, or it will be off with your head!"
Ty disappeared upstairs and I joined Vince and Monique for a drink. After my one bourbon and coke, I looked at my watch and made some excuse about needing some shut-eye, anxious though I really was to be with my guy. Vince and Monique decided they too should call it a night.
"I've just gotta drop by Tyson's room," Monique said. "I've got to give him a schedule of radio interviews starting tomorrow at 7a.m. They're all phoners so he won't have to leave the hotel."
Vince caught my eye and said to Monique, "Mike can drop it in to him if you like, he's right next door."
"Great," smiled Monique. "And tell him to book an early morning call."
With that we said our goodnights, and I gave Vince's hand an extra squeeze, letting him know I appreciated his thoughtful "save".
Upstairs, I entered my own room and then walked through the adjoining open door to Ty's suite, finding him - as I expected - lying on the king size bed in a pair of boxers and a tee, chugging on a beer.
"The whole bar was talking about you, mate" I grinned. "Four fuckin' ARIAs! Woo hoo!"
Ty grinned back. "I forgot to remind Vince that he's up for a wax tomorrow because he lost!"
"Fuck, I forgot too," I laughed. "He ain't gonna know what hit him. By the way, Monique says you've gotta start taking radio phone interviews from seven in the morning."
Ty groaned as I handed him the schedule. "Breakfast fucking radio?" he whined. "It'll all be mindless twaddle. Do I have to go anywhere, or have photos taken?"
"Apparently not, mate. You can talk on the phone in your snazzy little boxers!"
"Better book a call for 6.30," he replied, reaching for the phone.
"It's 1a.m. now, mate," I said. "We'd better turn in."
"Like hell," he smirked. "I am a four-time ARIA winner and even though I didn't win the fifth statue, I have a statue of my own that I intend sharing with my handsome lawyer."
"Well, well," I grinned. "The winner is, Michael Stewart ..." as I stripped off my clothes and joined the cute guy on the bed.
By the time Ty had stripped off his tee and I'd dragged off his boxers, we were both hard. I melted into one of those kisses I seemed to dream of whenever I wasn't with Ty. It was hot. Slow. Wet. Deep. And as our tongues danced, our hands roamed over each other's naked bodies.
At some point Ty reached for the lube and after massaging some into my willing ass, he coated his throbbing cock. Breaking our kiss, he gently turned me on my side, my back towards him, and with one hand raised my leg, all the while kissing my shoulders. He reached around with one hand and tweaked my nipple, hard, and entered me quickly to the hilt. I drew breath and Ty kept completely still until I'd adjusted to his massive trespasser. When he felt me relax, he started to fuck me with long, leisurely strokes. As he did, he continued to whisper in my ear, telling me he loved me, how lucky he was to have me in his life, how happy he was, and how fucking awesome my ass was. My ecstatic groans were all the response he needed from me.
I lost track of time as my body jolted with pleasure each time the ridge of Ty's cock brushed my prostate and my hand was soaked with precum as I slowly pumped my own rod. Our bodies seemed to have become one, though I was aware of Ty's cock sliding in and out of me at a slow, steady pace. Soon, I felt his thrusts more vigorously, and he started to swell inside me. His throaty moans were a dead giveaway, he was reaching the summit. He suddenly grabbed me hard and pulled me against him, almost winding me, as he pushed as deep into me as he could, arched his back and fired a rapid volley of cum ribbons deep into my guts. I could feel his heart beating fast against my sweaty back.
After his ejaculation ended, still hard inside me, he reached around and took hold of my cock, biting and licking my ear as he stroked me rapidly to a mind-blowing orgasm, my nut nectar spurting from my dick in long, exquisite jets.
We lay panting in silence for a while and when Ty eventually softened and withdrew his slick cock from my ass, I turned to face him and again we kissed. And kissed some more.
"Did you mean those things you said, mate?" I asked.
A gentle smile lit up Ty's face. "Every word of it, mate," he replied. "Especially the bit about your awesome ass!"
I rolled my eyes. "Faggot!"
"Gotta sleep, mate," Ty yawned. "Early start. I love you."
"I love you too," I sighed, as Ty snuggled into his usual spot, his head resting on my chest with my arm around him. And so we slept.
On Saturday morning, we pre-empted our reminder call and were up by five. With barely a soul around, Ty was happy to join me in the hotel gym for a fairly intense workout, though the most difficult part was keeping our hands off each other in the men's showers.
Once we'd dressed, we headed for the hotel restaurant and ordered a quick breakfast, before making our way back to the suite for Ty to prepare for his back-to-back radio interviews. Ty was in the suite's lounge room doing the interviews by phone, while I lay on our bed listening to the interviews on the bedside radio. I'd arranged for the concierge to deliver not only all the Melbourne daily newspapers, but those for all other states as well. The ARIAs was big news, and Ty's face was plastered over many of the front covers; those where he wasn't, he was generally on page 3 or 5. And looking good enough to eat!
When he finished, he wandered into the bedroom and raised his eyebrows questioningly.
"They were all great," I grinned. "You did well. It's rubbish radio but millions of people listen, so it was good to do them. You're all over the papers too."
Ty picked up a couple of the newspapers I'd folded to the appropriate pages, read them briefly and chucked them back on the pile. "Better rip the pages out and save them for Mum," he remarked. "She's got some sort of scrapbook thing going and she's always on at me to send her clippings."
"You're not going to read them, mate?"
"Nah, they'll all be saying the same thing in different words," he replied, before adding with a grin, "Now, it's time to ring Mr Twenty Percent!"
Ty and I sat on the bed as he dialed Vince's room, putting him on speaker phone.
"Yeah?"
"Hey Vince, it's Ty. You hear all the radio interviews?"
"Heard bits and pieces. Good job! And I've seen a few of the papers. You're also on the morning TV news, all channels."
"Yeah, glad it's all over," Ty sighed.
"It's not, mate. The TV channels want to know what time you're checking out of the hotel so they can film you leaving and ask you a few questions and then we'll make the evening news, too."
"Shit mate," Ty groaned. "Do I have to?"
"Of course you do mate! You won the most ARIAs. This is millions of dollars worth of branding for free. It's only another hour out of your life. Just do what your caring manager says!"
We heard a door close through the phone line and Ty started to smile. "What's going on in your room Vince? You got company?"
"You bet I got company!" Vince shot back. "Me and your `date' from last night spent a very productive night furthering her career."
"So you'll be signing her then?"
"Are you kidding, she can't sing for shit! But man what a great fuck! Legs that don't quit and a pussy that was designed by the same guy that made those milking machines your folks use on the farm!"
"Where is she now?"
"Having a shower. Speaking of which, I'd like to join her ..."
"No worries, mate. Just make sure she has one more feel of your hairy back and ass, and says farewell to your hairy ballbag!"
"What?"
"You remember our bet Vince? Any more than three ARIA awards and I win. I've got the beauty therapist booked for you in our suite at midday!"
"You're fucking kidding me?" Vince gasped. "That was a joke, right?"
"No Vince, we shook on it mate," Ty grinned. "A bet's a bet! See you around 10 to 12. And have fun in the shower!"
When Ty hung up the phone, we both started to laugh. Vince was no `babe in the woods' when it came to the ways of the world, but he was in for an experience unlike any other!
"So mate, what do you wanna do until midday?" I asked. "Go for a walk? Bike ride?"
"Nah mate," he replied. "There'll be kids swarming outside, just waiting for the chance to have their photos taken with anyone who was up for an award." He added, with a grin, "But I have another kind of ride in mind ..."
I grinned back as he picked up the phone. This time I could only hear one side of the conversation, but I knew exactly how it was playing out on the other side.
"Hey, this is Tyson Hill. Oh, thanks very much. Thanks. That's very kind. I'm wondering if you could put a `do not disturb' on my phone? How long, oh say until 11am? Yes, it was a late night and I had radio interviews quite early. Just wanna have a bit of a snooze. Really? Your Mum wants the album for Christmas? That's great! Say hi to her from me. Yeah, thanks. Very nice of you!"
Ty hung up, looked at me and rolled his eyes. "What can I say, mate?" he smirked. "Apparently, I am `The Greatest'!"
I rolled my eyes back at him. "Yeah," I laughed. "The Greatest Pain In The Ass!"
"Speaking of a pain in the ass," he shot back. "I wouldn't mind one!"
"Then get out of those clothes and let me have a shot at the award for Fornicator Of The Year!" I replied, as I started stripping off my gear ...
My eye caught the bedside clock and registered 11am when I finally lifted myself off Ty's twice-spent cock and I swallowed his copious load before kissing him gently on the lips.
"Vince is so wrong about that girl's pussy," I grinned, as Ty looked at me questioningly. "The guy who designed those milking machines designed your sweet ass!"
Ty laughed, and rolled off the bed. "You've robbed Samson of his strength," he joked. "But it's time to get showered and packed and ready to leave. Vince'll be here in a quarter of an hour.
We showered together and kissed some more, between washing each other's bodies and toweling each other off. Dressed, we packed our separate luggage and I wheeled mine into the adjoining hotel room where to the outside world, Tyson Hill's lawyer was a guest.
We picked at the complimentary fruit platter in Ty's suite until not long before midday, when the doorbell rang. Ty answered and greeted one of the hotel's in-house beauty therapists -- as requested, a male. He rolled in his mobile table and equipment stand and announced his name was Daniel. Ty shook his hand, and introduced me as his lawyer.
"Congratulations on all your wins, Mr. Hill," the therapist gushed. "So well deserved!"
"Thanks mate," Ty replied. "Call me Ty".
"Is the wax for you, sir?" the therapist asked, and I smiled inwardly at the hopefulness in his voice.
"No, it's for my manager," Ty responded, as the doorbell rang. Ty opened the door to a rather defeated looking Vince.
"Morning, Vince!" Ty chirped, and received a muffled response. Vince nodded at me before Ty continued, "I'd like you to meet Daniel, who'll be your therapist today."
They shook hands, and as Daniel began setting up the table and warming the wax, Vince whispered to us, "you seriously making me go through with this?"
"Well, a bet's a bet," Ty grinned, clearly enjoying the moment. "If I'd won three awards, I'd be filming you and `Miss Can't Sing A Note' bumping uglies. But in case you forgot, I won four!"
"And you faggots are gonna stay and watch?"
"No mate," Ty retorted with a screwed-up face. "As much as I'd like to hear the noises you make, I don't think I'm ready to see your hairy ass being tortured. Mike and I are checking out and going back to his place."
"Fuck you!" Vince groaned. "I'll call you later when Monique's worked out the flight details for you to get back to Sydney to work on the album."
Ty and I gave him a quick hug before Ty called the operator and asked for a porter to come for our luggage, making sure to give both hotel room numbers. The last thing I saw as I returned to my adjoining room to await the trolley was Vince reluctantly starting to disrobe ...
In the elevator to the lobby, Ty asked whether I was up to hanging around while he faced the media. I assured him that it would be easier for him to exit the lift and face the cameras and for me to follow a while later and slip into a cab to my apartment. The driver Ty's record company had organized could drop him there later.
He squeezed my shoulder and kissed me quickly on the lips as we reached the ground floor and the elevator doors opened. I was aware of a surge of activity as I held back and waited for a few moments before organizing for Ty's luggage and my own to be loaded into a taxi waiting outside one of the hotel's many side doors.
Back home, I moved the luggage to my bedroom, opened the suitcases and started thinking about our evening meal. At one point, Ty had lamented during our time at the hotel that Spaghetti Carbonara wasn't on the room service menu so I started to rummage through the kitchen and realized I had all the ingredients. I set about cooking it up, and also started throwing together a green salad and steaming some green vegetables. I turned on the cable TV news channel and as I worked away in the kitchen, I listened to updated reports on the stars leaving the hotel after the awards, with much of the focus on Ty.
It was more than two hours before I heard him buzz downstairs and when he reached my apartment, he was looking like he'd well and truly had enough. I was glad I was at the door with a necked beer to hand him as he walked in.
"Man, that was a head fuck," he laughed. "What a circus!"
"Yeah, I heard some of it on the TV," I smiled. "You're the hot news of the day!"
Ty's head turned to the TV when he heard his name mentioned and he watched as the news channel repeated its earlier report about Tyson Hill leaving the hotel. He watched with an indifferent look on his face until the report was finished, and then switched the TV off. "I reckon I should have been wearing a jacket," he mused before adding, "what's that awesome smell?"
"I've made us Spaghetti Carbonara." I grinned.
"Ace, mate! Thanks!" he grinned. "I was thinking maybe I might lie down for a while though. I'm knackered!"
"Me too," I laughed. "I'll set the alarm for 8 and then we can eat."
Within minutes, the apartment was quiet and we sank beneath the covers. In even less time after our heads hit the pillows, we'd surrendered to sleep.
We woke together when the alarm sounded at 8pm, and it took me a couple of moments to realize we were in my bedroom and not in the hotel. Ty yawned and stretched his arms, ruffling my hair with one hand as he did so.
"Man, I needed that kip," he smiled.
"Me too. Let's have dinner in bed. You stay here and chill while I get the pasta sorted," I replied, tossing the TV remote to him.
I heard him flicking around the channels as I padded around the kitchen, warming the Carbonara and pouring two nice glasses of red. I loaded everything on to a tray and walked back to the bedroom, to see a naked Ty disappearing into the en suite bathroom. Fuck that's a great ass! I heard him piss, flush and wash his hands before he strolled back into the bedroom, his fat cock swinging between his legs, bouncing off the boys down under, hanging loosely in their sagging sac.
"Just got a great idea for dessert," I smirked as he flopped onto the bed beside me.
"What's that, mate?" he grinned back.
"I think I'll have one of those flesh popsicles, you know, the ones where after you've sucked on it for a while you get a big cream explosion?"
"Sounds great! Might have one myself!"
We tucked into the Spaghetti and drank our wine, finishing just as the late news came on. We watched the news highlights, which included a repeat of the earlier footage of Ty leaving the hotel.
"Hey that guy's pretty bloody sexy," I laughed. "Wouldn't mind getting some of that!"
"You're outta luck, sunshine," Ty shot back. "I hear he's already got himself a hunky boyfriend who gives him everything he wants!"
"Speaking of which," I trailed off, rolling on to my side and kicking the covers completely off the bed. Ty was about to slide down into my arms when his mobile rang.
"Shit!" laughed Ty. "Perfect timing!" He looked at his mobile screen and mumbled ... "Vince. I'll put him on speaker phone. Hey Vince!"
"Hey Ty! What are you boys up to?"
"We're in bed, Vince. Just had some pasta and wine and we were just about to get down and dirty!"
I could picture Vince rolling his eyes. "Faggots!" he laughed.
"So Vince," I chuckled. "How was the waxing?"
"Do you have any idea how much that fucking hurts?" he boomed. "But I gotta thank you boys!"
"How's that, mate" Ty asked, looking questioningly at me.
"Guys, `Miss Can't Sing A Note' fuckin' loved it. We hit the sack about 6 o'clock and she's been all over me ever since. Says she loves the smoothness. She's been sucking my dick and tonguing my balls on and off for more than three hours. She's having a snooze and then we'll get into the good stuff, so I owe you boys big time!"
"Spare us the grizzly details," Ty laughed. "Glad we could help you get laid!"
"Hey! I don't need any help getting laid," Vince shot back. "Anyway, gotta go. I need to send Monique a text. What time suits you for your flight to Sydney tomorrow? 4pm or 6.50pm?"
Ty seemed to mull the question over for a few moments, before replying, "I've been thinking Vince. I haven't even mentioned this to Mike yet, but would it be possible for you to get the guys in the Sydney studio to send all the audio files for the songs I've been working on to Melbourne? I can book a good studio here to finish the tracks and that way I get to stay with Mike."
Ty looked questioningly at me, wondering whether he'd been presumptuous, but my frantic nodding gave him the reassurance he was after.
"Yeah, I guess so," Vince said. "I'll book one of the big studios but first I'll have to try and track down a good engineer. Don't want some novice messing with the tracks. This is an important album y'know!"
"Yeah, yeah," Ty replied. "You're the best Vincey. Call me when you get back to Sydney tomorrow and let me know what's been booked. You've got a hot chick waiting and I've got some hot dick waiting, so I'll speak to ya tomorrow."
Ty ended the call and slipped down the bed into my waiting arms. "Now, where were we?" he smirked.
"I do believe you were about to slurp on some hot dick," I grinned, as my rampant cock throbbed obscenely in front of Ty's eyes. "But where are my manners? Guests get served first!"
I pushed Ty onto his back, his head and shoulders propped on European cushions, as I positioned myself between his open legs and marveled at his crotch cobra. It was so damn thick, I knew that already. But seeing it up close again reminded me just what an awesome example of Aussie manhood this boy was packing!
From the slitted eye at the centre of his mushroom-shaped crown seeped a large drop of crystal clear pre- cum, letting me know my guy was ready to rock `n roll!
I grasped the shaft of his cock with one hand, as my tongue snaked out and licked away the sweet nectar, eliciting a low moan from its owner. I flicked my tongue again, this time letting it coat the bloated crown of his dick. Ty moaned as I continued washing the sensitive thickness of his glans with my tongue, before running it up and down the rigid column, leaving it glistening wet.
I backed away for a moment and grinned as Ty let out a frustrated sigh. "Suck me!" he panted, his voice throaty and thick with desire. How could I deny him?
I lowered my wet lips over the pulsing knob of his cock and sucked, creating a mini vacuum around his helmet. As I lowered my head, engulfing him completely, he shuddered as my tongue danced around his throbbing man meat. Ty groaned and thrust his hips forward, embedding himself fully inside my throat, his soft public hair tickling my nose. I had to suck in air through my nostrils to suppress the urge to gag. I'd orally pleasured my fair share of hard cocks in my time, but none gave me a fraction of the pleasure as the one jutting proudly from the loins of my loving man.
Ty's cock felt like it was doubling in size inside my mouth as I worked my way up and down his swollen stalk. By now he was starting to writhe, his right hand gently stroking the top of my head, his fingers clutching at my hair. His frequent low moans and sighs were speaking to me in a language I understood so well; he was in that place where the pleasure is so intense that you want it to never stop, and yet the urge to empty your balls is almost overwhelming.
I concentrated all my energies on taking him to the precipice, and true to form Ty started to raise and lower his cute ass off the bed, fucking my face gently. I felt his cock - that rampant, rock-hard pole of flesh - swell in my mouth and almost in slow motion, I felt his army of sperm travelling through his urethra, seemingly pulsing in rhythm to the soundtrack of mounting groans that gurgled from his throat.
Then he froze and a millisecond later, the first offering from his balls spurted to the back of my throat and I began my practiced swallowing technique. As he groaned, more and more jets of thick, warm dick cream flooded my mouth. I kept swallowing the volleys that shot from the head of his cock, my mouth continuing to milk his throbbing rod until he simply couldn't take any more.
"Oh God," he panted as he gently lifted my head from his slowly deflating belly banana. I raised my head and smirked as I noted the extreme pleasure that had caused Ty's face to flush. I slid upwards, the taste of his seed still fresh on my lips, and softly kissed him. He kissed back, gently at first and then his hand slipped to the back of my head and he pulled me into a melting, heart-stopping lip lock that took me back to that first kiss in the doorway of my holiday apartment in Coolangatta.
When we finally pulled apart, our eyes met. Ty's sparkled as he grinned and said, "That was awesome, mate. You certainly know how to look after your guests! And now, if it's OK with you, the guest would like to return the favour!"
"It would be impolite for me to refuse," I grinned, lying back and getting comfortable as my own stiff muscle made its presence known while Itchy and Scratchy dangled expectantly in their man bag. My eyes closed as Ty started to lap at them, and remained closed until his mouth moved to the leader of the sac, lowering himself until he was fully impaled.
As I surrendered myself to pleasure, I marveled at how one man could have a throat that could not only produce music the whole nation loved and applauded, but a throat that could also reduce me to a quivering mess ...
True to his word, Vince had the unfinished tracks for Ty's second album transferred to a studio in Melbourne and had arranged an open-ended booking to suit Ty's creative surges.
In the weeks that followed, we settled in to a routine in my inner city apartment. I returned to my day job and got stuck into some complicated legal cases, while Ty spent his days either sitting on the couch in the apartment with his guitar, working on chords and lyrics, or in the studio laying down backing tracks and singing guide vocals.
The studio Vince had booked was only a few minutes from my office so each evening when I finished work, I was able to drop in. Often, Ty would be finished for the day and we'd drive home and spend our nights together. Occasionally, if he felt inspired, he'd work through the night and I'd hear him tip-toeing around the bedroom in the early hours of the morning, before slipping under the covers and wrapping me in his arms.
We purposely arranged things so that weekends were a no-work period for both of us, and we enjoyed having two full days to do as we pleased. Sometimes, weather permitting, we'd head down the Mornington Peninsula and enjoy the beach before dining al fresco and watching the waves.
It was over lunch one sunny Saturday that I told Ty that George -- the dear doorman from the Grand Apartments - and his much-needed hip operation had been on my mind a lot. We talked it through and Ty came up with the generous idea of us splitting the cost of George's hip replacement surgery.
The following Monday I rang Grand Apartments and talked to the manager. He seemed surprised about George's need for surgery as, typically, George had said nothing. I explained that George needed the operation sooner than later and would need up to eight weeks to recuperate. The manager was quick to agree; George, he said, was a long-serving, loyal employee and that his job would be waiting for him whenever he felt up to returning to work.
I greatly enjoyed making the call to George, who was completely overwhelmed by the offer but naturally protested. I made it clear that there was no negotiation, and explained that I would need a couple of days to put everything in place before letting him know when and where he should go.
Through my legal contacts, I was able to be fast-tracked to the best Queensland surgeons, and within three days, everything was in place. George would have another couple of weeks of work before taking indefinite leave and placing himself in the capable hands of the doctors who would relieve him of his constant pain. I gave him dates, names, addresses and phone numbers, and explained that the bills would be sent directly to Ty and myself; all George needed to do was turn up, and focus on getting better.
As satisfied as I felt that Ty and I were able to make such a difference in George's life, I was also noticing as the days went by that Ty was becoming a little mentally detached, as though something was weighing heavily on his mind. I tried to broach the subject a couple of times but Ty seemed elusive, even a little offhand.
We were certainly still enjoying our time together and there were no problems in the bedroom. If anything, there were days -- and nights - when Ty held me tight and fucked me with a frenzied passion, as if he needed the security of our co-joined bodies. Those times when the roles reversed and I played the rectal romeo, sinking my one-eyed warrior into his warm, wet depths, he was as lust-fuelled as he had always been. But instinct told me something was not quite right.
Ty became increasingly unsettled and I started to get concerned. I continued to casually raise the subject, and Ty continued to dismiss it. I pushed the point one night and Ty got angry, something I'd seldom seen and certainly something he'd never directed at me. I was momentarily stunned, before Ty apologised.
"Mike, I'm sorry," he said, as he flopped onto the couch opposite me. "It's certainly not you, if that's what you're worried about. I love you. And I'm grateful I have you here to come home to."
"I love you too, mate," I said. "But I need to know what it is that's bothering you. I can't promise I can solve the problem, but I need to understand it before I can even try."
Ty remained silent for a time, as if trying to choose his words carefully. And then he opened up in a one- sided conversation that lasted more than an hour. I chose to just listen, and let him unburden the dilemma that had clearly been gnawing away at him for a very long time.
If I was shocked by Ty's revelations and the level of his unhappiness, I could only imagine how Vince would react. But I resolved then and there that a call to Vince was the first thing I needed to make the next morning ...
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