Sydney, Pt 6
Feb. 28th, 2013 02:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thepnutgalleryPuttering about in the morning, wondering who or what to do before Chip got back, when the phone rang. Kevin & Randy had messaged me on Facebook that they were in town, so I wasn't completely thrown when I heard his voice on the other end. They were going to the Royal Botanical gardens, and invited me along. I went the wrong way *again*, so I was a little late getting there. We walked up Elizabeth St, and all through the gardens. They're really quite lovely, and there are birds and statues throughout. There were a lot of joggers as well, though I couldn't tell if that was normal for the gardens, or just because there was a marathon the next day. Randy commented that there were an awful lot of people there for a weekday, but that his type of guy was probably in school anyway. And don't freak out - not talking about high school or anything.....they'll be in high school soon. :-)) We saw a stripper pole at one of the rocks, and a condom wrapper on the ground at another. I'd love to fuck there, to the surprise of no one. Chip was getting back around 3, so we headed back towards the hotels at 2:30. I managed to find our way out of the gardens and back with no trouble at all. Huzzah!
I got back to the hotel minutes before Chip. This was a recurring theme on this holiday, and I'm actually quite pleased with it. He'd greatly enjoyed his trip. Baron wouldn't stop making comments about marriage, but Chip mentioned he was traveling with his friend Eric, so my name's at least out there at this point. We were meeting Jack for drinks around 9-9:30, which gave us time to kill. We walked to the corner store so I could pick up more soy milk, and stopped at a straight(?) bar called Scruffy Murphy's. Since booze is so expensive there ($15 minimum for a mixed drink), I'd taken to getting wine. Back at the hotel, we laid down for a nap, though I found myself unable to sleep. Chip briefly blew me, though I didn't cum. I was ready to get fucked, but he made no move for that, either. Jack called at 9, and we made our way over to his place.
His dog, Copa, is a rescue, and was badly abused before that. She's a sweet thing, and put her head on Chip's lap. I met Mark, initially introduced as Jack's flatmate, but later revealed to be one of his two partners. Except that Norris, the other partner, and the one Jack had moved to Australia for 13 years ago, had just broken up with him. So now Mark had a relationship with Jack, and one with Norris, but Jack and Norris had no connection. I'm sure that'll work out fine. We went to a bar, which was ok, if waaaay too loud. Chip got up to use the restroom after I got back, and Jack asked me the nature of our relationship. From my description the other day, he'd gotten the impression we were dating, but wasn't picking that vibe up now. He wanted to make sure I knew that Chip was sweet on me - Chip had shown them a bunch of pictures of me while he was gone. I mentioned my thoughts on his tendency to parent me, and said I'd fill in more details if/when Jack visits San Diego.
There were several underwear parties going on that night, and Jack surprised me by saying he'd go to the one at Arq if I did. I could've gone in the underwear I was wearing, but I wanted to put on a jockstrap and get cleaned up. Jack agreed to meet me back at his place, so I zipped back to the hotel. Chip opted to stay at the hotel - I double checked that he was ok with me going out, but I can only go with what I'm told.
I found my way back to Jack's place in the rain, but when I rang the doorbell, no one answered. Rang a couple more times, and knocked, but still nothing. Well, fuck. I thought about going back to the hotel, since I had no idea where Arq was, but decided to try to find it anyway. I couldn't see most of the street signs - it was raining fairly heavily, and every time I looked up, the rain would splatter over my glasses. I got pretty lost, stopped in at a convenience store and asked for directions. It was his first day in town, and he barely spoke English. Well, fuck. I wandered around a little longer, but recognized the futility of my doing so, and the greater likelihood that I'd get so lost I couldn't find the hotel. Found my way back to the hotel, tried calling Jack, but it went to voicemail. Well, fuck. Logged in, got hit up by a guy, but decided to just go to bed.
I got back to the hotel minutes before Chip. This was a recurring theme on this holiday, and I'm actually quite pleased with it. He'd greatly enjoyed his trip. Baron wouldn't stop making comments about marriage, but Chip mentioned he was traveling with his friend Eric, so my name's at least out there at this point. We were meeting Jack for drinks around 9-9:30, which gave us time to kill. We walked to the corner store so I could pick up more soy milk, and stopped at a straight(?) bar called Scruffy Murphy's. Since booze is so expensive there ($15 minimum for a mixed drink), I'd taken to getting wine. Back at the hotel, we laid down for a nap, though I found myself unable to sleep. Chip briefly blew me, though I didn't cum. I was ready to get fucked, but he made no move for that, either. Jack called at 9, and we made our way over to his place.
His dog, Copa, is a rescue, and was badly abused before that. She's a sweet thing, and put her head on Chip's lap. I met Mark, initially introduced as Jack's flatmate, but later revealed to be one of his two partners. Except that Norris, the other partner, and the one Jack had moved to Australia for 13 years ago, had just broken up with him. So now Mark had a relationship with Jack, and one with Norris, but Jack and Norris had no connection. I'm sure that'll work out fine. We went to a bar, which was ok, if waaaay too loud. Chip got up to use the restroom after I got back, and Jack asked me the nature of our relationship. From my description the other day, he'd gotten the impression we were dating, but wasn't picking that vibe up now. He wanted to make sure I knew that Chip was sweet on me - Chip had shown them a bunch of pictures of me while he was gone. I mentioned my thoughts on his tendency to parent me, and said I'd fill in more details if/when Jack visits San Diego.
There were several underwear parties going on that night, and Jack surprised me by saying he'd go to the one at Arq if I did. I could've gone in the underwear I was wearing, but I wanted to put on a jockstrap and get cleaned up. Jack agreed to meet me back at his place, so I zipped back to the hotel. Chip opted to stay at the hotel - I double checked that he was ok with me going out, but I can only go with what I'm told.
I found my way back to Jack's place in the rain, but when I rang the doorbell, no one answered. Rang a couple more times, and knocked, but still nothing. Well, fuck. I thought about going back to the hotel, since I had no idea where Arq was, but decided to try to find it anyway. I couldn't see most of the street signs - it was raining fairly heavily, and every time I looked up, the rain would splatter over my glasses. I got pretty lost, stopped in at a convenience store and asked for directions. It was his first day in town, and he barely spoke English. Well, fuck. I wandered around a little longer, but recognized the futility of my doing so, and the greater likelihood that I'd get so lost I couldn't find the hotel. Found my way back to the hotel, tried calling Jack, but it went to voicemail. Well, fuck. Logged in, got hit up by a guy, but decided to just go to bed.
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