My Dirty Weekend Midweek

This is a true story.

I’m in a long-term relationship but we each have permission to play around if we want. But it had been a bloody long time since I had taken advantage of that. However I had decided to get away from the cold weather in Canberra for a couple of days and head down the New South Wales coast to stay in an apartment with a nice view of the water at Narooma.

I had arranged to meet a man my own age via a hook-up site, and was looking forward to a good time. But just before I arrived I got a call to say his wife had come down with a migraine and had to be brought home from work, so he couldn’t meet me as planned. Bummer.

I hauled up the hook-up web page on my phone and saw a few people online nearby. Messaged one of them and got an insulting piece of shit about having to pay for his cock. Blocked the bastard of course. Hope he catches the plague.

Saw someone else online not far away who was about my age so messaged him to say I was looking for a cock to suck. Took a leap of faith and included my phone number. Pretty soon afterwards I got a call from him and we arranged that he’d drop by in a half-hour after he had showered.

When he showed up we headed direct to the bedroom and stripped off our gear, and I started working over his cock. His pre-cum tasted great and he had a nice hard piece of meat, not massive but just the right size for my throat.

I asked if he wanted to kiss or not and he told me no he didn’t. Then he invited me to shove my hard-on in his mouth and I was happy to oblige. My cock was well bigger than his but I struggle to keep it up sometimes, so after enjoying his mouth for a while I wet back down on his still-stiff weapon.

He warned me that once he came he’d be out of here, and I told him I wanted to swallow his cum. I took him right own my throat and slurped and sucked like crazy till he unloaded right down my throat. I kept his cock in place, gently licking until he finally went soft.

Then true to his word, he sat up and got dressed. I got him to talk a little though and learned from him about another hook-up site for gay/bi people which he said he had found successful, so I made a mental note of it.

After he left I looked up the web site he mentioned – it was an Aussie site and I signed up as a free member and posted a short profile. Then I went and micro-waved the chicken casserole I had brought with me, knowing that a lot of restaurants were closed or had gone takeaway-only because of COVID-19.

I enjoyed my inner, along with a couple of glasses of wine, then jumped into bed to re-read a romance series I like, featuring a gay farmer in central Australia and a Texas blonde hunk who comes to work at the property for a few weeks that turns into a few months and eventually forever. I had only recently discovered gay romance stories – damned if I know why most of them are written by straight women, but they seem to know all the relevant anatomical details!

I dozed off for a couple of hours then woke and checked my phone and was more than surprised to see I had a nice welcoming message from a guy my age who lived half an hour’s drive from where I was staying. I wasn’t going to let a few kilometers get in the way of a good time, so I arranged to meet him at his home at 10am the next day. And then I whacked off twice in the next hour before I managed to fall asleep.

Breakfast the next morning was a toasted sandwich and a really good coffee from a place in the main street, after which I set off to meet my new friend.

Well, we talked a bit – he is quite a talker, gives me a run for my money. He had lived in a lot of places overseas and done some pretty amazing things, and lived in a house he built himself, with a killer view. He showed me around the house and of course we ended up in the bedroom and stripped and began kissing. Man, he was a bloody good kisser! We kissed and cuddled and sucked each other for ages. There is something totally awesome about full-body contact while kissing and it meets my needs in a huge way. But I couldn’t resist bringing him off and I drained his cock in my mouth.

Eventually we got dressed again and went for a drive to the local fish and chip shop, where he bought us a piece of grilled fish each. I drove us back to his house and we ate the fish along with some veggies he zapped in the microwave, it was a really great lunch. Sex should always be followed by food, its a great combination!

We talked more and learned a bit more about each other, then headed back to the bedroom. Lots more of the same sexy love-making as we’d had earlier. And then he gave me a full-body massage! It was dark by the time I left – a whole day of pleasure.

Went I got into my car I found I had a message from my married friend who proposed to arrive at my door at 8am the next morning for a quick session before I checked out of the apartment.

On my way back to Narooma I had to pass through the little town of Bodalla, and I was surprised to see someone with his thumb out trying to hitch a ride. It was already a coolish night and he was wearing a short-sleeved white tee-shirt and I made a split-second decision to pull over. I rolled down the window to ask where he was headed.

He was a youngish bloke, who was aiming to get to Bega, about a hundred kilometers away. I told him I was only going about 20 km to Narooma but he was happy to take the lift that far. The guy was solidly built, though not in a muscular way, and had a beard. A young bear. In the dark I couldn’t see clearly enough to know his age but guessed early twenties at most. He smelled a bit of alcohol but was affable and chatty.

It seems he’d had a rough life and was homeless a lot and had walked out of where he’d been staying following an argument and was hoping to bunk with some friends in Bega. I really felt for him but I wasn’t about to drive an extra 80km and back.

I was having my married friend call by at 8am the next morning; if that wasn’t the case I would have offered the young guy to stay at my apartment overnight – there was a large sofa and spare blankets he could have used. But I left him on the highway and wished him good luck. Hope he got a ride to Bega ok, and hope his life turns around for the better soon.

So the next morning I showered and dressed and a few minutes after eight my married friend arrived and we got down to business in the bedroom. Lots of kissing and spit-swapping (which I love), and I fed him my cock to suck and had him rim me too. I had told him there would be no fucking, though I was sorely tempted to shove my cock in his arse.

Like my Thursday friend, this man was a great kisser and eventually I was all blissed-out and got him to straddle me while I pumped his cock with my hand and told him to shoot his load onto my chest. Damn, it was a fountain! We lay there sticky with his big cum-load between us for a while, then headed to the bathroom for some wiping down. Another man I hope to see again next time I am down the coast!