A HOT HOLIDAY IN AUSTRALIA - PART 35
Sunday
Adelaide
I didn't wake up until nearly 8am, just moments before my breakfast was delivered. As I ate it, I found myself thinking of home. This had been a good trip but I suddenly felt tired of being on the move, sleeping in strange beds and eating motel breakfasts like this particularly dismal one. I remembered how good my own bed felt back in Sydney, waking up to the sun streaming into my bedroom and wondered how my pot plants were doing on the balcony. Clearly, it was time to head towards home.
I had arranged to have lunch with friends at their home near Bridgewater in the Adelaide Hills today. There was also another dinner planned with friends in the evening as well.
I had not seen my friends, Peter and Carol, for about five years. We had known each other since our University days. They had built a house in the hills since then and it was great to catch up with them again. Carol and I had a special bond as she was the first person I had confided in about my sexual preferences when we were at university together. She had been amazingly supportive at the time and continued to be a very dear friend. Her husband, Peter, really only became a friend after he married Carol. That friendship became stronger as the years passed.
Lunch with them was great and it would have been nice to have a few more drinks but, as I was driving, I only had a couple of glasses of wine over the couple of hours I was there.
Back at my motel by four, I lay down on the bed for a short rest. I checked my phone for messages but there weren't any. I dozed off and, luckily I had set an alarm because it was dark when I woke up and I had to get moving to get to dinner.
This one was at an Indian restaurant in Enfield, a northern suburb. Laurie and Steve were two of the gay friends I had known the longest. Steve was one of the first guys I'd had sex with back in my teenage years. Older than me, he was still very good- looking and his partner, Laurie, was another old friend I had met and had fun with years before they had got together. They had lived together now for 15 years and occasionally stayed with me in Sydney.
Dinner was fine but the service was a bit slow. Laurie, who had always been a bit of a flirt, kept rubbing his leg against mine under the table. Steve, who was well aware of what Laurie was doing, kept telling him to leave me alone.
'You don't know where he's been', Steve warned Laurie, mock-seriously.
Outside in the carpark, we continued chatting for a while. It was colder tonight and I felt like I wanted to get moving but both guys seemed keen to chat on.
'If we're going to stand out here chatting', said Laurie, eventually, 'why don't you come back to our place for a coffee. It's on your way back, anyway'.
They lived in Prospect, a nearby suburb closer to the centre of town. I agreed to his offer and we got into our cars. I hadn't been to where they were now living, so I followed them.
Their 1930s Tudor-style house was quite large and had a tall brush fence at the front. I parked on the street and went in through the front gate. Laurie got to the front door at the same time as me. Steve was still putting the car away.
Laurie took me inside, leaving his keys in a large conch shell on a small table just inside the door. We walked down a long passage, which echoed with our footsteps on the polished wooden floors. We came to a large kitchen which was definitely a modern addition with glass walls on two sides.
Steve came in shortly after us. I sat down while they bustled around, making coffee with their big, shiny coffee machine that had pride of place on the kitchen bench.
'These are Steve's Anzac biscuits', said Laurie, putting a plate of them on the table. Real home-made Anzacs are my favourite. I was glad I hadn't had any dessert at the restaurant because I wouldn't be able to resist more than a few of these.
Steve brought the coffee pot over with the cups and did the pouring. The aroma of the hot coffee was irresistible. I noticed that Laurie put three teaspoons of sugar in his. I reached for an Anzac biscuit and enjoyed the distinctive combination of flavours of the oats, coconut and Golden Syrup.
'So I bet you've been having a wild old time on this trip', said Laurie. 'Tell us about all the fucking you've been doing'.
I knew that pretending innocence with these two would be a waste of time. They knew me too well.
'South Australia has been good to me', I said, grinning. 'Lots of hot guys over there on Eyre Peninsula.'
'Poor buggers must be desperate', said Steve. 'Were they all tops or have you gone versatile in your old age?'
'No, all tops', I said. 'I haven't changed'.
'I guess you've done away with condoms now that you can be on Prep?' asked Laurie.
I told them I was happy to do it bare now but I was fine with condoms if guys still wanted to use them.
'Wish I'd fucked you bare that time we played', said Laurie.
Laurie had only fucked me once about twenty years ago. I remembered that he was pretty good at it. I began to wonder if this conversation was leading to where I thought it might be.
'We've had this little fantasy about fucking you together bare, something we couldn't do years ago', said Steve. 'We think you're even hotter now than when you were younger'.
'What do you think?' asked Laurie. 'Would you help two old friends out with their fantasy?'
Even though they were very hot-looking men, I wasn't sure if it was wise to go back in time and risk damaging our friendship. What if they found they weren't comfortable in a threesome after all?
I expressed my concern and they laughed it off. They had been having the occasional threesome for some years so that was not likely to create any problems. Apparently, they had nearly asked me to play with them on the last couple of occasions we had met but had not quite been able to pop the question. It all depended, they said, on how I felt about playing with them. No pressure, they added, smiling.
Looking at them, I still found them both very attractive. It was not as though we'd never done it. They had both had me before and we were still friends. They were so keen to do it again and, anyway, it might be a little awkward to say 'no'.
'Well, if you're sure we'll still be friends afterwards, I'll do it', I said. It's hard to resist two hot guys offering to fuck me'.
'And cum in you', said Laurie. 'Don't forget that, OK? That's the best part of the fantasy we've been working on.'
'Let's get started then', said Steve, getting out of his chair. 'The bedroom is this way'.
I felt surprisingly nervous and hoped I'd calm down as things progressed. Their friendship was important to me and I wasn't as sure as them that this wouldn't affect it. Anyway, the decision was made. They were going to fuck me and that was that!
I followed Steve and was aware that Laurie was right behind me, playing with my ass already as we went. I felt myself getting hard, so that was a good sign.
Once in the bedroom, Steve turned the bedcovers down, leaving just a sheet and the pillows in place.
'Come here', said Laurie, holding out his arms. He grabbed me and started kissing me furiously. It was instantly exciting and I responded immediately, kissing him back deeply.
Steve came up behind me and wrapped his arms around both me and Laurie and started licking my right ear, something I love. There were hands exploring all over me. I was enjoying the attention.
'Let's get these clothes off', said Laurie, letting go of me and stepping back. Steve turned me around and kissed me deeply.
'Put him down and get your gear off', Laurie said to Steve. He was half-undressed already.
Steve did as he was asked and started to undress, too. I'd only got my shoes and shirt off before noticing Laurie was now completely naked. He had a much bigger cock than I remembered. It was at least seven and half inches long, quite thick and cut and very, very hard. He seemed hairier, too, and in good shape. He looked hot.
I finished undressing and Steve was just slipping out of his underpants as I finished. His cock was smaller than Laurie's but still a good seven inches and thick, too. He was uncircumcised with a thick foreskin still covering the head. He had only a small patch of hair on his chest and was slim with a noticeably well-exercised body.
Laurie pulled me over to the bed and got me to lie down in the middle of it. He and Steve lay either side of me and ran their hands all over my body. While Steve played with my hard cock and kissed me, Laurie got busy finding my asshole and fingering it.
'Let's see you sucking Steve', said Laurie. I turned onto my left side, moving down the bed a little. I put my mouth over Steve's cock and sucked the head, sticking my tongue in under his ample foreskin. He moaned and gripped my head with one of his hands.
I felt Laurie put some lube on my asshole and moments later, he shoved his cock up inside me, right up to his balls. It was my turn to moan as it was a bit of a surprise and it was not a small cock!
Laurie pumped his cock in and out of me quite fast. I tried to keep sucking Steve but it's not easy trying to do that while being fucked hard. Steve kept moaning with his eyes shut, so I must have been doing okay, anyway.
'Have a go at this', said Laurie to Steve, breathing deeply. He pulled his cock roughly out of my ass and Steve got up and, lying on top of my back, stuck his cock into my ass and began fucking deeply and steadily. It felt really nice and I could hear myself groaning with each thrust.
Laurie lay alongside watching, gently stroking his cock. Steve kept on fucking me and, leaning forward, worked on my right ear again. The combination of that with a deep fucking was awesome.
Suddenly Steve increased speed and, with a loud sigh, started shooting his cum into me. He lunged into my ass a couple of times quite forcibly, making me gasp. Then he stopped moving and embraced me tightly, breathing heavily into my ear.
'Come on, get off him', said Laurie. 'I'll go off the boil if you stay there much longer'.
Steve pulled his cock out of my asshole and lay alongside me. He tousled my hair and grinned boyishly at me.
'Turn onto your back', said Laurie. 'I want to see your face while I cum in you'.
I did as he asked and he lifted my legs and shoved his cock into me, right up to his balls again.
'Whoo, lots of cum in there', said Laurie. 'It feels great!' He started fucking me steadily and then increased speed until he has hammering it into me. It felt quite thrilling and he looked so hot above me. He pushed my legs back hard against my body and really let me have it. Strangely, it suddenly felt like I was looking down on the action rather than being a part of it.
'Jesus, don't hurt him!' said Steve.
'He's fine', gasped Laurie. 'You are, aren't you?' I smiled and tried to nod.
'Anyway, I'm cumming', shouted Laurie and thrust his cock really deep into me and stopped moving. I could feel strong spasms from his cock inside me as he deeply unloaded his cum. It was a big load.
As soon as he finished, he collapsed onto me and kissed me sensuously. Again, I had that feeling of being disconnected from it all.
'Well, that's one item off the bucket list', said Steve, laughing.
'Do you want to cum?' said Laurie, as he pulled his cock out of me. 'I think you should'.
'No, I'm fine', I said. 'I don't need to cum every time'.
We lay there chatting for a little while until I signalled that my asshole was telling me I needed to hit the bathroom. Steve showed me where it was and gave me a towel for the shower.
When I finished, they were not in the bedroom and their clothes were gone, so they had apparently dressed already. I got into my clothes and went down to the kitchen. They were sitting at the kitchen table drinking something in liqueur glasses. They looked up and smiled.
'Would you like a Port?' asked Laurie. I declined but asked for a glass of water. He got some cold water out of the fridge and poured some into a tall glass. It was very refreshing.
We talked about my plans from here and I told then I was now focussed on heading home. I planned to be in Stawell in Victoria by tomorrow night.
'Speaking of that', I said. 'I'd like to get to bed soon. It's a bit of a long drive tomorrow'.
They both saw me to the door and kissed me goodbye. As I drove off, I had a funny feeling I may never see them again.
To be continued....
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