Sydney/Taree Australia
Part 5

I met Jeff and Col at Central Railway Station, where we shared a taxi to Oxford Street, just a mile or two away. Col didn't wanna drive his car, "'cause that would mean I'd have to drink bloody lemonade all night".

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"What kinda car you got?"

"Holden ute."

"Never heard of it."

"It's the Aussie version of a Chevrolet. Ute is short for utility... half car, half pickup. It's 30 years old, but it does the job. Bung the boards in the back and take off to the beach. No fucking worries, mate."

The Oxford Street pub was incredibly crowded, and the atmosphere was thick with cigarette smoke, noise from everyone chatting, and loud music. And I had to admit that it was a little bit daunting as we headed for the bar. Thank Christ I wasn't alone! I could feel a thousand leering eyes checking me out.

As soon as we approached the bar, Jeff and Col took off their shirts and handed them to the woman with pink hair serving drinks. "Ooer! You have a new friend?" she beamed and fluttered her false eyelashes as she took their clothes. "He's goooorgeous! Where on earth did you find him?"

"This is Daniel. He's from Florida."

"He's from heaven if you ask me. Are you going to give me your shirt, Daniel?"

"Shirt? Oh! Yeah, no wukkers." I pulled my t over my head and handed it to the woman, who stuffed it somewhere under the counter without taking her eyes off me.

"What a sexy accent you have! Not to mention everything else. My, my! You're the prettiest thing I've seen all year! By the way, my name's Marilyn." Then she turned to Col. "The usual?"

"Thanks, Marilyn."

Sure enough, three VBs arrived on the counter, but no money was exchanged. "Free drinks?" I asked.

"Yep," Col grinned. "We provide the pecs, and they provide the drinks."

"Woohoo! This is awesome!" I took a sip of beer, then asked Col about Marilyn's voice. "It's kinda deep for a girl's."

"That's 'cause she's not a girl."

"She isn't?" I stared at Marilyn while she was serving other customers. She had a low-cut top, which was revealing a pretty decent cleavage. "But she's got boobs."

"That's not all she's got," Jeff cracked. "And the boobs are silicon."

It was then that I noticed that our part of the bar was getting more and more crowded. I didn't know where the fuck to look. I could see a whole bunch of guys smiling at me, and winking, so I buried my face in my beer, then said to Col, "Hey, it's getting a bit crowded here, man. Can we move somewhere else?"

"It'll be crowded where ever we move, Daniel. Just go with the flow. They won't bite you."

"Hello, honey," one guy pouted as he inched his way through the tangle of bodies toward me. "Can I buy you a drink?"

"Uh, I haven't finished this one yet."

"That's OK. I can wait. I haven't seen you here before. New in town?"

"Yeah... visiting from the States... Florida."

"Love your accent."

"It's pretty common back home. Nobody notices it."

"I'll bet they notice you, though," he smiled, and sent his alcoholic breath up my nose. "By the way, I'm Victor, but all my friends call me Vicky."

"Daniel," I said as I shook the dude's clammy, limp hand. Ew! I knew then that I had to get outa there. I was suffocating. "Col? Jeff? I can't handle this. I've gotta jet."

Col caught Marilyn's attention and asked her to order everyone away from the bar. "Give our guests some fucking air, guys!" She boomed with the kinda authority you'd expect from a gridiron coach. "You want them to leave? Where's your fucking manners? Young Daniel here is visiting Australia from the States. You want him to go home and tell all his American friends that we're a mob of desperate rabble?" Then she winked at me. "If anyone gives you any trouble, Daniel, let me know. I'm a black belt karate expert."

"You are?"

"Sure, honey. A girl like me can't be too careful."

After a while, as I began to realize the queens meant no harm, I became more relaxed. Actually, it was pretty fun. At one stage, Col, Jeff and I were on the dance floor, gyrating and flinging our sweaty bods around to the pounding beat of the loud music. What a rave! Then, gradually, the rest of the crowd formed a circle around us, cheering and clapping wildly while they ogled our muscles. "Get your pants off," one of them yelled. Seconds later, everyone was urging us to get naked. Col, Jeff and I looked at each other, before knowing grins spread across our faces. "Hey, why the fuck not?" I thought to myself. So I inched my baggies down my hips, and watched my Aussie buds follow suit. Pretty soon we were all down to our underwear, and the crowd was going totally fucking ballistic. "Get it all off!" they kept demanding at the tops of their raucous voices.

I noticed the tents in Col's and Jeff's boxers as they danced, so it was obvious they were just as excited as I was. Woohoo! I had a real skin splitter, oozing pre-cum already, and leaving a huge wet patch. Hey, no biggie. The atmosphere was totally electric.

But there was no way I was gonna drop my boxers in a hurry. I wanted to tease the fuck outa that crowd... to drive them totally wild like they'd never known before.

I placed my thumbs on the insides of the elastic waistband of my underwear, and inched them down 'til a bunch of my blonde pubes spilled over the top. Then I slid my hand inside my boxers, and stroked my seven inches a couple of times. "More, more, more!" The crowd screamed. I was also watching Col and Jeff, who were copying my routine. Cool! Time for a brown-eye, I figured, so I slid my boxers down my ass, while keeping my boner hidden, and leaned forward, spreading my cheeks so that everyone could get a good gawk at my rosebud. Prob was, I had to do it several times in order to satisfy the entire circle of gawkers. Once again, my Aussie buds followed my lead.

And while all this rosebud thingy was happening, I kinda noticed one young guy in the noisy crowd who was a real cutie. A bit girly, but he had a totally fuckable face, and right then I was in the mood to tickle somebody's tonsils big time. I used my finger to beckon him toward me. The dude was a bit unsure at first, and glanced nervously at his friends, who were on either side of him. Then he looked at me again before shrugging his shoulders as he made the decision to approach me. When he arrived, I placed my hands on his shoulders, and gently forced him to kneel in front of me. His eyes left mine, then focused on the throbbing piece of teen meat still hidden inside my boxers. I checked to see what Col and Jeff were doing. Sure enough, they'd followed my lead again, and had two guys kneeling before them. OK. Time for action!

To begin with, I held his face to my crotch and watched him kissing the length of my boxer-clad boner, which wasn't so easy for him 'cause I was still gyrating to the rhythm of the pounding music. But the crowd was loving it. In fact, they didn't know which way to look 'cause Jeff and Col were also putting on a pretty hot show, and the gawkers didn't wanna miss a thing! "Suck them, suck them!" they started yelling.

It wasn't long before my two buds and I had our boxers down around our ankles, and our hard meat stabbing the throats of our admirers. I could see that the young guy blowing me was trying desperately not to gag, but, hey, this was showbiz, and the show had to go on. Right?

From time to time, he had to pause to swallow his spit, which meant that my skin-splitter was stabbing at the air for a while. But that was cool. It gave the gawkers an opportunity to imagine the whole of my seven inches inside the dude's mouth, sliding all the way down his throat when he resumed blowing me. Suffer!

Well, it was pretty obvious that I wasn't the first guy this young dude had blown. No way, Jose! He had a fucking awesome technique, using his busy tongue to electrify my sensitive, swollen knob, and his tight lips to grab my shaft as they slid up and down its glistening length. Wooooooohoooooooo!!!!

But that wasn't all. A lot of the thrill was the result of being watched by an enthusiastic audience. Every time my boner disappeared between the young dude's lips, and my balls rested on his chin, the crowd would shriek as only queens could.

Col and Jeff were also pumping the faces of their admirers like it was going outa style, and it was just sooo hot to watch their muscular buns dimple every time they thrust their hips forward, and sent their rock-hard schlongs halfway to the guys' assholes. Yes!

Col was first to offload a truckload of juice. I watched his knees buckle as he desperately held on to the guy's head for support. He was gasping and groaning like crazy with each explosion of thick, creamy jizz, and his face was all screwed up like he was in some kinda pain. Then it was Jeff who let out a bull's roar as he rammed his patch of black pubes hard up against the guy's face. "I'm cummin', I'm cummin', I'm cummin!" he screamed, then repeated those words maybe five or six times as he jetted wad after wad after wad down the guy's throat.

Then all eyes were on me. "You wanna see it go in?" I yelled above the noise of the music.

"Yes! Yes! Do it, do it, do it!"

I grabbed the guy's hair with my left hand, and held his face just below my spit-covered throbber so that his open mouth was just inches from my knob. I used my right hand to stroke the length of my seven as the crowd moved closer for a better view.

"Get ready to swallow," I groaned as I felt the rush begin its thrilling journey from my tight balls, which were hugging the base of my shaft. Then I aimed my enlarged piss hole at the guy's mouth, and watched a long, silvery strand of juice fly outa my cockhead and disappear between the dude's lips. That was followed by another giant wad, and another, and yet another until my sticky load was spent except for a final pearl of cum that clung to the end of my dick. I smiled down at the guy, then rubbed my cockhead over his lips, spreading the last of my juicy, tasty prize around his wet mouth.

"Awesome!" came the booming voice from the audience. It was Marilyn, and she was applauding. "That deserves a drink! I've never seen anything so incredibly horny in my entire life! Drinks on the house!" Within seconds, the crowd had swarmed around the bar, clamoring for whatever their fav drinks were. That left six guys on the dance floor... Col, Jeff, and me, and the three guys whose faces we'd just fucked.

"Are you OK?" I asked the young dude who was still kneeling in front of me.

"Yeah," he smiled. "I'm fine. Hey, that was a pretty amazing experience. I'll never forget it. Never, never, never. Whoa!"

"I'm Daniel," I said as I helped the guy to his feet. "Hope I didn't embarrass you."

"You can embarrass me anytime you like, Daniel. Anytime! I'm Phillip... with two ls. Do I detect an accent?"

"Mongolian."

"Really? You're kidding me, right? Sounds American. Can I buy you a drink?"

"They're on the house, but I don't like your chances of getting anywhere near the bar."

"Phillip doesn't need to go the bar," Marilyn announced as she appeared outa nowhere, and pointed to a table just off the dance floor. "There are six beers over there for you and your friends."

"Does that include me?" Phillip asked; his surprised gaze alternating between me and the pink-haired Marilyn.

"I think you deserve a drink after what you've been through," Marilyn guffawed, "not that you haven't had one already. I saw it go in. Unbe-fucking-lievable! I'm just furious that it wasn't me! Maybe next time." Marilyn gave me a wink, then disappeared back to the throng of clamoring drinkers.

"I'd better put my boxers and baggies on," I said as I grabbed them off the floor.

"You've got such a fantastic body, Daniel."

"Thanks, Phillip. Listen, I'm really sorry I got kinda carried away."

"Don't be. That's the kinda thing people dream about. Well, at least I do. But I never thought anything so absolutely amazing would ever happen to me, not really. Can I feel your chest? Just for a second? Please?"

"Sure."

Just for a second? Yeah, right. Phillip was carrying on like he'd just discovered a pirate's treasure chest, running his fingers over every square inch of my sweaty tanned skin, and repeating the word 'awesome' over and over. "Haven't you ever seen a chest like mine before?"

"I've never touched one... not like yours. Oh, my God! It's so magnificent. Can I kiss your nipples? Please? They're so juicy looking... like ripe brown berries."

"OK, but make it a quickie. My buds are almost dressed and we've gotta join them at the table."

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