Just superb, really.

Thursday night I booked a hotel room, just around the corner from where I live. I was a little late so by the time I got there Lisa had checked in already and Steve was there with her. We chatted a little, then each had a little of the medication Lisa had thoughtfully brought with her, then Steve and I spent the next couple of hours fucking Lisa in every way we could imagine, punctuated by occasional bouts of man-on-man action. Including one bit where I fucked Steve while Lisa assisted.

Steve's a bit like me; he loves the idea of being fucked but finds the reality of it a bit challenging. He has an exceptionally tight ass. He left after a couple of hours and Lisa and I kept going, with a break for a swim at the hotel's rooftop pool. And a pizza - a remarkably good pizza too, as it happens.

Then a fitful sleep.

Al Fresco

I had to escape from Sydney for a few days a couple of weeks ago, and it was all very last-minute. So I hired a car and drove up the coast, almost as far as the Queensland border. And I discovered that being away from Sydney made me really miss Sydney, so all in all it was a useful trip. And I even tried sea-kayaking.

While I was up north I stumbled on a nude beach. And when I say 'stumbled on', what I really mean is that I cross-referenced a google search with some listings on a gay cruising site and found some. As opposed to, say, going to a beach and discovering it was full of naked people.

You may be shocked to know that I've only been to a nude beach once before all this, but I liked it a lot. Partly, of course, because there were lots of naked men there, and I was naked too. But mostly because it felt strangely liberating to be in the water with no clothes on. Why only once? I just don't go to the beach much anyway, for the most part. I grew up in Melbourne, which doesn't really have a beach culture, and I spent my formative years indoors. Which also explains why I have (apparently) nice skin.

So there was the beach itself, and then, as I was very carefully reading the listing on the gay cruising site, there was a lake on the road back from the beach which was a well-known cruising site. This whole outdoor hook-up thing isn't something I've done much at all (except, oddly enough, in Tel Aviv... and once in London) but I've been getting very keen on the idea. So, of course, I went.

As you drive to the beach, the last mile or so is a dirt track, and halfway along the track you come along a half-dozen or so cars parked by the side of the read. There's no apparent reason for people to stop there, let alone park; it's in the middle of scrubland, a half-mile from the beach. So, I was thinking to myself, they must be up to something. I do love this.

So I got out of my car, and, wearing my swimmers, a shirt and flipflops, walked along an unmarked track into the scrubby bush. A couple of hundred yards along I came to a small lake, and I could see one or two guys just sort of standing around. And as I walked around, there were more guys just hanging out. Now, I love this part of it. Guys stand around, or walk around slowly. Most guys try to look very nonchalant, as though they'd just picked this very spot in the bush to go for a bit of a stroll, but at the same time we all know exactly why we're here. And this purposeful wandering about is half the fun... a bit of eye contact here, maybe a guy rubs his cock through his shorts as you look at each other, then maybe you get the sense that someone's following you, but it's done in a way that's not so obvious, so you have the choice of slowing down ('yes') or speeding up ('no').

So what happened? Any action? Well, the best bit was at one point I followed a solidly-built guy in his mid30s and by the time I reached him he has his shorts down around his knees and his cock out and hard. Nice cock too. I sucked his cock for a while and he slid my swimmers down, and of course a couple of other guys showed up and were watching (which I love, as you know). I was half-hoping one of the other guys would join in but they were all a bit shy. The guy then said he wanted to fuck me, and started to think about how hot it would be to be fucked outdoors with a couple of guys watching (and I haven't been fucked in quite a while) but by then the watchers had dispersed and I hesitated.. and the moment was gone.

I went back the next day and had some more fun, and it's gotten me very keen on the whole thing. But I find myself wishing there were a straight equivalent... some park or beach somewhere where women were hanging out, half-naked, playing with themselves, looking for a bit of furtive nasty action. But that doesn't happen. And this is what I love about gay sex. While I'm sure it can be tender and loving and affirming and all that, it also can be exquisitely sleazy.

Nutter.

I'm on some adult dating site where I periodically trawl for fuckbuddies, and my profile now is quite gruff:
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About me:
Mid-40s, decent, sensible guy living in inner Sydney. Easy-going, imaginative, adventurous. In good shape and looking for casual fun. Ideally not just a one-off, I like exploring.

Please note :I'm not really looking for someone for walks on the beach or snuggling up to watch DVDs. Not that there's anything wrong with that of course.

I am looking for:
Someone who's sane, articulate, adventurous and doesn't have lots of tattoos. That should narrow it down nicely.

There was a woman on there today who sounded a bit flaky but possibly fun, so I sent her a nice little email. And I got this back.. I'm still not sure what to make of it (but I do know that the likelihood of the two of us meeting up and having any kind of agreeable fun is zero, for various reasons).

Hi J, thank you for the message. I, 2 am not after anything serious, well not in a relationship anyway!! However very serious in having a great time!!! I love to dance, both on a dance floor and on a decent male/female. I am not a lesbian as I love cock!!! But bi curious??? I believe I'm at my sexual peak. Actually have been since I was 12. So yeah! May be we could go out for a dance sometime and then dance some more???? Sensible??? What really is sensible?? Party hard, Fuck hard!! Read your profile, I see you 2 are bi curious. Baby!! cum to mumma!! Promise I'll be gentle with you, have 12 cocks 4 you to chose from. Love to give. By the way, I'm a top not a bottom!!!! XXX S

This woman is, apparently, 42 years old. Amazing. 16 exclamation points, 12 question marks.

A lovely surprise.

Lisa came up to my place around midday and she's been very horny all week and said she wanted it a bit rough, so I told her that when she came in there was to be no talking, no joking.. just straight into it.

So when she arrived I bundled her into the living room and started in on her from behind, playing with her breasts, undressing her, being a bit more forceful than usual (which I could tell, when I got to her cunt, was working nicely). Then I blindfolded her and teased her some more, spanked her ass, slapped her breasts a bit, used the riding crop on her (not with any great force, it's more a sensory thing). By this stage she was naked, standing up but bent forward, elbows resting on the bench, legs spread, still blindfolded. And she was pretty worked up.

Then, the surprise! There was a knock at the door. I opened the door and there, of course, was my friend Matt. He and I didn't say anything to each other but as I showed him into my place he saw her there, naked, facing away from us, and as Matt took his clothes off I spread her legs to show him her pussy and ass.

I'll leave out the blow-by-blow, as usual. But she kept the blindfold on the whole time. I fucked her, he fucked her. I fucked her ass. We both fucked her. DP. She noticed that he had a big cock (a bit longer than average length, and quite thick) and she even took it in her ass like a trooper. A really superb job, I thought. After we were done she took the blindfold off and I introduced them, we lay around chatting and congratulating ourselves then Matt went back to work and Lisa and I headed out for a well-deserved lunch.

Quite a good idea, I thought.

I had an idea this afternoon, and I sent an email to Lisa:

I don't know if this would tickle your fancy, but let me know what you think.

I was chatting with a friend the other day. He's a guy I've known for a while, nice guy. Gay, in a relationship. But he used to fuck women and he's still very straight-curious, and he watches straight porn and whatnot. He loves seeing women being fucked. Cunt and ass. He's in his early 50s, but very handsome and in good shape.

So I started thinking about a scenario where I take you to his place (or you come to mine, and he's there). Maybe you're blindfolded, maybe you're not. But I undress you and show off to him all the pertinent bits. He's certainly familiar with asses (he's gay) but he hasn't seen tits or cunt in a while, except in porn. After that.. maybe I give a demonstration of what to do with a cunt (insert penis, as you may recall, that usually works). Maybe he joins, maybe he watches...

Just a thought. Not even sure he'd do it, I haven't asked. But you know how my mind works...

Another neighbor really sucks.

When Lisa came over yesterday I got distracted. I'd been quite agreeably worked up, fucking her hard, and then had fucked her ass as well. But at some point, quite suddenly, I went from being incredibly aroused to being.. well, not aroused at all. I didn't come.

Then, this morning Sarah came over and I fucked her. But it was a fairly desultory affair and I didn't come then either; we went out for lunch instead. So by this afternoon when I got home I was quite superbly horny.

What to do? I went on to a gay cruising site looking for.. well.. I don't know what. But I did know that when I'm as horny as that I often end up too fussy for my own good.. every guy who messages me, I think to myself "yes, he's hot.. and fun.. but what if someone better messages me in a few minutes...?", it's that whole thing about the perfect being the enemy of the good.

I'd been chatting with a guy who lives nearby who rather likes guys to drop by his place, he gets on his knees, sucks their cocks, they come in his mouth, then they leave. And it occurred to me that that might be just what I need.

So I went over and did just that. Nice guy, as it happens. Stocky but not fat, 40ish. Quite masculine. Nice apartment. Seemed to have something to do with the movie business, judging from a quick scan of his bookshelves as I was fucking his mouth (I did that porny thing where I held his head still and just fucked him - we both liked that).

She's going to rub it off, eventually.

Lisa today was telling me that she's been extremely horny all week, and in the morning after her husband's gone off to work she masturbates. Then masturbates again, and again. Sometimes it takes her an hour to get out of the house. She said that she sometimes doesn't even turn her vibrator off after she's come, because she knows she'll want to do it again almost immediately.

It's much easier being a man, of course. Once is fine. And in fact, even as I'm still ejaculating I'm starting to think of what to do next, it's nice to have a bit of mental clarity. (This also happens to me when I'm fucking.)