A HOT HOLIDAY IN AUSTRALIA - PART 33
Saturday
Adelaide
I woke up at 7am, due to other thoughtless guests noisily slamming doors, talking loudly and revving cars. I tried to go back to sleep but eventually turned the television on and watched the morning current affairs program. I was just in time for the news headlines, none of which were enough to lose sleep over.
I got up at 8, showered and went to breakfast, having spotted a caf‚ just down the street yesterday that was advertising breakfast. It turned out to be a good choice with their 'Big Breakfast' more than living up to its name and the staff members were friendly and efficient. I decided I would be returning tomorrow.
As it was still early, I decided to go for a walk, feeling that might justify the large breakfast I had just eaten. I walked for about an hour, looking in shop windows along Henley Beach Road, which was full of Saturday morning traffic heading into the city.
A wave of nostalgia came over me when I walked past the Thebarton Town Hall. As a child when staying with my grandmother, we used to go there to the Saturday afternoon movies. It was called the Odeon Star then. Now it is being used for live concerts.
Back at the motel, I rang and messaged various friends that I would like to see while I was here. Before long, I had lunch dates arranged for today and tomorrow as well as a dinner invitation for this evening and Sunday night. I'd done well!
Today's lunch was going to be with two old school friends at Glenelg, a very popular seaside suburb. I had a couple of hours to kill and so I decided to go for a drive, first to Henley Beach and then along the other beaches south to Glenelg.
Walking out on the jetty at Henley Beach, I remembered lots of good times on the beach here with my grandmother. It all seemed such a long time ago and it was nice to go back and see the area again. Unlike many places, it seemed unspoilt to me.
Afterwards, I drove south along the coast road as far I could and then past the airport to Glenelg. Since my last visit there, lots of high rise apartments had sprung up. I wasn't sure I liked it very much.
After a bit of a walk along Jetty road, looking in more shops, I met my friends for lunch at another Asian restaurant. It was great to catch up with them and we probably annoyed other patrons by laughing loudly about crazy things we'd done together as teenagers in Sydney. We were having so much fun that we didn't finish lunch until well after 2pm.
Walking back to my car, I checked my phone for messages. At last there was one from 'Mr Hairy Chest' and it was rather direct - 'I fuck you.'
The direct approach always works wonders with me. As I sat down in my car, I sent a message back to him - 'Yes, I like to be fucked. Can I see a face photo first?'
He came back immediately with a picture and another message - 'So horny, fuck you hard'. Sounded good to me!
He looked to be late 40s at least with dark features that could be either Italian, Greek or Middle Eastern. Wherever he was from, his weather-beaten and lined face looked like he had spent a lot of time outdoors, giving him lots of character. He might actually be looking older than he actually was. I thought he was very attractive.
I agreed to meet him and he invited me to his house in Port Adelaide. I said I could be there in an hour and he agreed, giving me the address.
Another photo appeared of a nicely thick, hard cock with a big head on it and precum dripping down the shaft into bushy black pubic hair around it. 'You like?' was his message.
I said that I liked it very much. 'Hurry', he replied.
I drove back to my motel and had a quick shower and grabbed my lube and condoms, in case I needed them. Then I drove north to Port Adelaide, which took about 20 minutes.
His street was in the very old area of the suburb of Ethelton close to Port Adelaide. The small brick house looked like it dated from the late 19th century and it had not been well maintained. It had a brick fence and a wrought iron gate with peeling blue paint and there was no driveway. The small garden area in the front was overgrown and home to just two battered wheelie rubbish bins and a few scattered and weather worn cardboard boxes with weeds growing up through them.
The gate creaked loudly as I opened it. The front door opened before I got to it. The guy who appeared in the doorway looked like his photo, luckily. He beckoned me wordlessly to come in.
Looking down a long passageway, the polished floorboards looked as good as new. There was also a smell of fresh paint. He put his hand around my shoulder and led me down into a sitting room, newly renovated with modern furniture.
'I like you', he said, smiling. 'I am Gianni'. He shook my hand and indicated the leather sofa for me to sit on.
He sat on a single lounge chair opposite me and leaned forward. He was wearing baggy brown shorts and a T shirt. His legs and forearms were very hairy.
He explained in heavily accented English, that he was restoring the interior of the house.
'All this work makes me very horny', he said, stroking the front of his shorts and grinning at me.
'I think I can help you with that', I said.
'Please come with me', he said, getting up from the chair.
He led me further down the passage past a room filled with painting gear. The next room was a bedroom that appeared to be completely renovated. Light was streaming through a beautifully ornate panel of stained glass high up in the window. He ushered me in and closed the door. It seemed a strange thing to do and I wondered if there was someone else in the house.
He embraced me and kissed me passionately. His five o'clock shadow was quite rough but sexy against my face and he had a very busy tongue. While he was kissing me, he shoved a hand down the back of my pants and searched for my asshole with his fingers. Pulling my cheeks apart, he found it, stuck a finger in and groaned.
He pulled away from me after a couple of minutes and tore his T shirt off. He had an incredibly hairy chest, shoulders and back. I felt my cock stiffen just looking at him.
He reached for the buttons on my shirt and when he had undone them, he ran his hands over my chest and squeezed my nipples quite hard. I was busy with my hands exploring his hairy body. I put my right hand down inside the front of his pants and found a quite large and thick cock in amongst a jungle of fur. There was quite a bit of precum there already, too.
He reached down and pulled his shorts and underpants off. His cock bounced upwards, so hard it was throbbing. About seven and a half inches long, it was also quite thick with a large head on it. His foreskin had peeled right back below the head and precum was oozing out of the hole.
'You like?' he said, standing there kind of proudly. He knew he had an impressive cock. I nodded and took his cock in my hand. There was a lot of heat coming off it.
'Take your pants off', he said. I stepped back and finished undressing. When I straightened up, he was looking at me with approval. He embraced me again, grinding his hot cock up against mine. While we were kissing, I ran my hands up and down his back. It seemed to be just as hairy as his chest.
After a couple of minutes, he forced me down to a squatting position and put his cock in my mouth. His precum tasted good and it seemed to be oozing strongly while I sucked as I had to swallow regularly. He groaned with pleasure as I worked on him.
Then he lifted me up, held my face between both of his hands and kissed me even more passionately. Then he led me to the bed and indicated I should lie on my back. He lifted my legs and ran his fingers over my asshole. He groaned again and reached for some lubricant on the bedside table.
Slapping some lube on my hole and then on his cock, he pulled me down to the end of the bed and, standing up, rubbed the head of his cock on my hole a bit. The heat from it was awesome.
Then he pushed it into my hole and started pumping quite fast. Within a couple of strokes, he was right up to his balls in me. He held my legs right back and, leaning forward, started kissing me while pounding my ass really hard with long deep strokes. The thickness of his cock took a couple of moments to get used to but once I did, I relaxed and enjoyed the feeling of a good, deep, hot fuck by this very masculine, hairy man.
He stopped kissing me after a short time and concentrated on just fucking me. Looking up at his face and seeing the concentration in his eyes as he enjoyed the sensation of his cock in my ass was very exciting. He was fucking so intensely, I doubted he would be able to stop if I asked him to. His body was in control of him, not his mind at this point.
He picked up even more speed and was breathing heavily. He seemed to be muttering words I couldn't understand and I felt the head of his cock swelling up inside me. With a loud gasp, he shot his load deep inside and collapsed on top of me, kissing me in a frenzy as his cock pumped more and more cum into me.
When he finished cumming, he lay quietly on top of me, his face on my neck. The hair on his back felt sweaty and he was still breathing heavily.
Finally, he roused himself, looked down at me and smiled. He started kissing me gently but kept his cock inside me still. His gentle kisses were very sensual and just as exciting as the really passionate ones earlier.
He continued to kiss me for some time without saying anything. Then he straightened up and looked down at his cock still deep in my asshole. He looked back at me and started moving his cock in and out of my hole. He was going to do it again already!
He leaned forward and started kissing me with more passion. He started fucking me harder and harder. I could feel his first load of cum leaking out of my hole. He pushed my legs back further against my body and that seemed to make his cock go even deeper into me.
He stared at me again in deep concentration, pounding my hole really hard. Each stroke was making me gasp now but it felt very exciting. Before I felt him cum again, I could see in his eyes that it was about to happen. With a loud groan, he began shooting again. It felt just as strong as the first time.
When he finished, he didn't collapse on top of me this time. Instead, he straightened up and, keeping his cock still inside me, he put some lube on my cock and started jerking me off. The heavy fucking had really aroused me and, with his thick cock still in my hole, I knew it would not be long before I shot my load as well.
He was jerking me off exactly right for me and a couple of minutes later, I blew quite a big load all over my belly. He sighed with satisfaction and looked approvingly at me. He ran a finger through the thick cum puddle just under my navel and then put his finger in my mouth.
He looked down and then up at me again with a surprised expression. He started moving his cock inside me again. He was going for a third one!
He gripped my legs and held them back as tight as possible against my body and started pounding my ass mercilessly. It was much stronger than the two earlier fucks and my ass felt tighter, probably because I had just cum, too. I concentrated on relaxing my hole while his thick cock slammed in and out of me.
He took longer to cum this time but it was very exciting. Sweat was now dripping off his face onto my chest and he stared into my eyes while he fucked harder and harder. Finally, with a long groan, I could feel him cumming again and then he collapsed onto me, breathing very heavily.
We lay like that for a few minutes until he had recovered. He raised himself up, looked at me and smiled.
'I need to marry you', he said. 'You are wonderful to fuck. You make me very excited.'
His cock suddenly popped out of my ass with a very wet sound. He rolled off me and lay alongside, cuddling up against me. His hairiness and strength was till exciting, even though I had cum.
We talked for a little while. He was originally from Sicily and had been in Adelaide for about five years. He bought and sold homes that needed renovating and spent his time doing them up.
Eventually he suggested a shower and showed me to the bathroom that had also been renovated very tastefully. The shower stall was big enough for two people and we showered together. He insisted on soaping my body and it was very sensual and enjoyable.
'I like to fuck you in the shower', he said, 'but now I am finished'. He indicated his soft cock and looked apologetic. I told him he had done more than enough to make me happy and he beamed.
He dried me as well with a large towel and then quickly dried himself. Back in the bedroom, we dressed and then he showed me to the front door, again with his arm over my shoulder. Before he opened the door, he held me up against the wall and kissed me passionately.
'You come and see me again, yes?' he said.
I told him I would love to but I was about to leave Adelaide to go back home. He looked sad.
'Then you visit Adelaide again soon. I will be here.' He replied.
I drove back to my motel and decided a rest was in order. That had been a strong workout but a very exciting one.
To be continued....
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