Sydney, Pt 5

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I woke up at 4, and Jack got up not long after, but just to crawl under the covers with me. As nice as it was laying next to him, I just wasn't tired. I busied myself cleaning and journaling, and Jack got up around 6. He said it was the best sex and sleep he's had in months. Awwwwww! He had to get back to his dog, though, so I bid him goodbye.

Dan messaged me, wanting to play again. I told him I wanted to get out and see *some* of the city. I really shouldn't spend the whole week just viewing the city from the hotel bed...but then I got hit up by a French gent. Oh, alright. His screenname was J'adore - I never got his real name. He was *very* attractive, well endowed, great ass, and vers. He was also high on meth, and had been up for a couple days. I guess meth is as big a problem there as it is here, and this explains a lot of the conversations I had online. We flip fucked for an hour or two, but neither of us wanted to cum, and he had to go to work. He works retail...or maybe as a barista? I forget, but it's not a career job. He's perfectly content not making much money, though, because if he made more money, he'd do more drugs. Remind me to never start using meth, kthanx.

After he left, I finally did do some sightseeing. I was going to just walk up to Circular Quay, but I went the wrong way, ended up at Central Station, and decided to just pay the $7 for a round trip ticket. Of course, the Central Station was large enough that I might have walked an equivalent amount anyway, but whatever. I hopped on to the ferry to Manley Beach, but was on the wrong side to take any photos of the Opera House. I'd heard that Manley beach was not very manly, and this proved true. It was sparsely populated, with tons of shops. I looked in many of them, but didn't see any Koalas I liked better than the one from the first shop. I got a good seat on the ferry back, but then some guy told me I was on the wrong side, and I stupidly believed him. I did manage to make my way back in time to snap some good shots.

Chris, the other gent who'd messaged me off dudesnude was going to give me a ring around 2, and I got back to the hotel about 5 min before he called. He'd suggested going for a walk and a swim, but the hotel has a pool. We got to chatting in the hotel room, and eventually he started rubbing my leg. He topped me, I rimmed him, we watched ourselves fucking in the mirror. Well, sort of. I couldn't see very well without my glasses, and wasn't usually in a position to look. He has a speedo tanline, which I find insanely hot. He mentioned I could grab my camera, but didn't stop fucking me until he came. I went ahead and came for him, too, and I was on such a high I was able to keep the worst of the effects away. We laid together after, me stroking his back, and him commenting how good it felt in his adorable Aussie accent. He also talked about other guys, including one he'd met at a party on Sunday and played with in the back room. Jealousy bubbled up inside me, but his honesty about it was refreshing.

We were gonna go to dinner, so he showered off, put his clothes on, but then started kissing me, and "needed to feel my lips on his cock again." Works for me! This time I fucked him - gave thanks to several gods that my dick was working so well, and so soon after cumming, at that. It was one of those insanely passionate things where you don't even have time to get your clothes off. Somehow I managed to get his pants off, but he kept his shirt on. This is an aesthetic I've always loved, and seeing him on all fours, just his shirt and tanline....um....yes. He flipped over, and I rimmed him until he came. I opted not to cum a second time, as that would have been disastrous.

Now we did make it out to dinner, though we had a hard time finding a place with vegan options. He bought dinner, which was nice. I thought he was going to spend the night, which he'd talked about, but then he pointed me in the direction of the hotel, and caught a bus home. Oh, well. I considered going out, but passed out again in the room.