Sydney, Pt 4
Feb. 26th, 2013 10:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thepnutgallery2:30 again. Hopped online and got hit up by an attractive looking gent named Grant, who lives out by Dan, about a 20-30 min walk from the hotel. I was hesitant about going - why does everyone want to host? I've got a damn hotel room to myself! I was even more hesitant because my stomach wasn't cooperating *again.* He called while I was still getting cleaned up, and said not to worry about it, because we were just going to hang out and chat. What? Why am I trekking all the way out there to hang out and chat? I hopped in a taxi, who didn't know where he was going, but eventually got there. It was an apartment complex, and of course I don't have a functioning phone here. I waited around outside for a few minutes, and out he came. Huzzah!
He was *much* better looking in person than in his photos, had a nicely appointed place, and good music. Despite what he said, we almost immediately started making out on some blankets set out in the living room. I rimmed & fucked him for a couple hours, and then we just laid together chatting. He used to use a lot of drugs, and used to be quite heavy. He'd left the corporate world, but was now having to work a full time job and a part time job to bring in extra funds. As the sun started rising, he started touching my ass, then rimmed me, and we decided to try it. Totally fine, he came, everybody happy. :-)
He was letting a friend use his place for the next few days, and had to get the place cleaned up. I offered to help, and then to leave, but he insisted that I stay and drink some tea (I didn't want anything to eat) while he cleaned up. Okey-dokey. We chatted more - he'd had some wild adventures, including someone recently dripping ice cream into someone's ass, then fucking him. I guess I can see the appeal, but it sounded messy.
I finally trekked home, though I overshot my street by a goodly ways and had to turn around again, so a 20-30 min walk became an over and hour walk. I tried to get some sleep at home, but another gent hit me up. He wasn't anywhere near as attractive as Grant, but he was certainly quite into me. We flip fucked, I explained that I don't like cumming. He came, we rested, he came again. He offered to take me out to King St and lunch. Okey-dokey.
We cabbed it over there, which would have been pretty cheap, except for the traffic. There were a couple of vegan restaurants on the street as soon as we got out, and he was kind enough to let me step inside to look. I also took a look in some of the kitchsy shops around. We stopped at a couple bars - alcohol in Sydney is insanely expensive. $15 minimum for a mixed drink. Wine and beer aren't so bad, so I switched to that, at $6/glass. He was getting pretty squeaked, so I suggested we find a place for lunch. He's got some sort of injury on his heel, so I pulled us into the first place with vegetarian options I could find. He didn't like that place, or the next one, and finally found a Japanese restaurant he was keen on. Tofu and rice again. I'm not paying, so I'm certainly not complaining.
He invited me and Chip to a party at a gallery on Saturday - it's $50/person, but includes dinner and all you can drink wine. Like any Gay Holy Day, the normally free bars will be charging an outrageous cover ($30), so this is an even better deal than it sounds like. We cabbed it back to my hotel, he mentioned he'd like to fuck me again. I don't fuck after I eat, but I stupidly offered to fuck him. I did, he resisted cumming and tried to make me cum. I reminded him that I didn't like that, so he finally came, lingered, and left.
I was getting together with a gent named Jack at 6. He'd messaged me on dudesnude a while back. Really attractive gent, and we'd been trying to get together ever since I got to Sydney. Scheduling and a lack of phone on my part had kept us. I intended to just sleep a little less than an hour, till 5. I'm still not sure if I set the alarm wrong, for 5am, or if I'd woken up and turned it off. I finally did wake up for real when he called from the lobby at 6. FUCK! I went down and grabbed him, explained that I'd overslept and still needed to shower. He's a Sydney transplant from North Carolina - moved here for a man. Like a good Southern boy, he turned on music while I was in the bathroom. I put on a jockstrap, and he mentioned he was glad for it, because he likes the reveal, rather than the already out there. We chatted and made out, and chatted and made out, and chatted and made out. We had great chemistry. I eventually got him to the bed, started fingering him. He was very appreciative. I rimmed him, fucked him, he came. His brain is shaped differently, and he has seizures on cumming a la Matt Summers. It was interesting, and he even had aftershocks. He fell asleep after, and I curled up next to him.
He was *much* better looking in person than in his photos, had a nicely appointed place, and good music. Despite what he said, we almost immediately started making out on some blankets set out in the living room. I rimmed & fucked him for a couple hours, and then we just laid together chatting. He used to use a lot of drugs, and used to be quite heavy. He'd left the corporate world, but was now having to work a full time job and a part time job to bring in extra funds. As the sun started rising, he started touching my ass, then rimmed me, and we decided to try it. Totally fine, he came, everybody happy. :-)
He was letting a friend use his place for the next few days, and had to get the place cleaned up. I offered to help, and then to leave, but he insisted that I stay and drink some tea (I didn't want anything to eat) while he cleaned up. Okey-dokey. We chatted more - he'd had some wild adventures, including someone recently dripping ice cream into someone's ass, then fucking him. I guess I can see the appeal, but it sounded messy.
I finally trekked home, though I overshot my street by a goodly ways and had to turn around again, so a 20-30 min walk became an over and hour walk. I tried to get some sleep at home, but another gent hit me up. He wasn't anywhere near as attractive as Grant, but he was certainly quite into me. We flip fucked, I explained that I don't like cumming. He came, we rested, he came again. He offered to take me out to King St and lunch. Okey-dokey.
We cabbed it over there, which would have been pretty cheap, except for the traffic. There were a couple of vegan restaurants on the street as soon as we got out, and he was kind enough to let me step inside to look. I also took a look in some of the kitchsy shops around. We stopped at a couple bars - alcohol in Sydney is insanely expensive. $15 minimum for a mixed drink. Wine and beer aren't so bad, so I switched to that, at $6/glass. He was getting pretty squeaked, so I suggested we find a place for lunch. He's got some sort of injury on his heel, so I pulled us into the first place with vegetarian options I could find. He didn't like that place, or the next one, and finally found a Japanese restaurant he was keen on. Tofu and rice again. I'm not paying, so I'm certainly not complaining.
He invited me and Chip to a party at a gallery on Saturday - it's $50/person, but includes dinner and all you can drink wine. Like any Gay Holy Day, the normally free bars will be charging an outrageous cover ($30), so this is an even better deal than it sounds like. We cabbed it back to my hotel, he mentioned he'd like to fuck me again. I don't fuck after I eat, but I stupidly offered to fuck him. I did, he resisted cumming and tried to make me cum. I reminded him that I didn't like that, so he finally came, lingered, and left.
I was getting together with a gent named Jack at 6. He'd messaged me on dudesnude a while back. Really attractive gent, and we'd been trying to get together ever since I got to Sydney. Scheduling and a lack of phone on my part had kept us. I intended to just sleep a little less than an hour, till 5. I'm still not sure if I set the alarm wrong, for 5am, or if I'd woken up and turned it off. I finally did wake up for real when he called from the lobby at 6. FUCK! I went down and grabbed him, explained that I'd overslept and still needed to shower. He's a Sydney transplant from North Carolina - moved here for a man. Like a good Southern boy, he turned on music while I was in the bathroom. I put on a jockstrap, and he mentioned he was glad for it, because he likes the reveal, rather than the already out there. We chatted and made out, and chatted and made out, and chatted and made out. We had great chemistry. I eventually got him to the bed, started fingering him. He was very appreciative. I rimmed him, fucked him, he came. His brain is shaped differently, and he has seizures on cumming a la Matt Summers. It was interesting, and he even had aftershocks. He fell asleep after, and I curled up next to him.
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