MyJockStrap
05-07-2005, 04:54 PM
Aussie 1
Tony Betts
I first went 'down under' back in 1970. At that time, I was still living in England, and had even yet to visit the United States. As bass player in a backup band, leaving the cold and miserable English January weather behind me by stepping aboard Qantas flight number 1 bound for Sydney, Australia, and the prospect of enjoying summer sunshine to the envy of all I left behind, was a dream about to come true.
Upon reaching Sydney after the long 34 hour journey, customs and immigration officials devoted themselves to insuring that I was carrying no porographic postcards, books, films etc. The flight from london had been via the East, and they were keeping all the 'smut' out. The laws were very strict then and I was quite amazed to witness open soliciting by multitudes of prostitutes and pimps on the streets in the famed Kings Cross area, where I was staying. The Vietnam war was still in full swing, and Sydney was full of American servicmen on R&R.
We were met at the airport by the Hotel manager in a limosine which he placed at our disposal for the next month so I got to know our two regular drivers well. They became good friends over the next few weeks. Barry and Ross worked part time for the limo company. Barry was dead straight, but Ross... I invited both of them to see the show at the Silver Spade room in the Chevron Hotel, where we were both staying and performing. I booked a complimentary guest table for four for Barry, his lovely wife, and Ross his girlfriend. There was a problem, however. Ross had a second part time job as a guard for a security company. His shift began at midnight, so he asked whether it would be alright to come to my room after the show and get into uniform. Barry and his wife would take his girlfriend home. Naturally, I agreed, and after the show, we all went up to my room for drinks. We sat around chatting for quite a while before Barry and the girls left. I told Ross that he could shower if he wished, showed him the bathroom,and flipped on the TV as he accepted the offer, and several minutes later he emerged from the bathroom with just a towel around his waist looking absolutely great! Ross was a good looking guy anyway. Tall, with well groomed short black hair, bright steel grey eyes, and a magnificent tan over his entire (very!) hairy body - at least as much of it as I could see!. I found myself staring at him too long, realised that he had probably noticed and feeling embarrased at doing so, got up to offer him another drink whilst trying my damndest not to look at him through the mirror on the dresser. He said that he really shouldn't take another drink, but accepted the scotch and soda I had poured. As I handed it to him I felt compelled to make some remark to justify staring at his body. I complemented him on a great tan. Now I felt silly. He lifted his arms and turned around on the spot displaying front and back of his ample torso."We don't grow 'em like that in England" I told him. "Not enough sun". He grinned, thanked me for the compliment, and began to dress.
Still sporting the towel around his waist he took his tan colored uniform shirt and began putting it on. Then he reached for his pants. In doing so (and maybe it was deliberate) the towel slipped and dropped to the floor. I couldn't help notice that he almost lacked a 'tan line'. "I see that you really are well tanned...all over!" I remarked with a big grin, but what was more interesting, although I didn't mention this to him, his cock looked like it was beginning to harden. I was certain that I could see his ample foreskin slowly peeling back as it did so - a long,fat uncut cock, jutting out from a thick black hairy bush, needing little more than my hot breath to brush across it and bring it full attention! I quickly took a drink and almost choked on it!
Ross already knew what was on my mind so he stepped over to me, handed me his empty glass and asked for a refill. His cock was inches from my face and was swelling rapidly to full erection! I eased forward slowly, realising that this scenario was no accident, and buried my nose into his full,musky balls. Suddenly he reached down, and taking my head in both his hands, pulled me forcefully into his crotch. His hard fat cock was pushed flat against my face as his thrusting hips rocked back and forth rythmically. He pulled back for a moment, and gripping the base of his cock with one hand, he thrust his fat uncut cockhead into my mouth, thrusting his groin forward whilst gripping my head with his other hand. I sucked and sucked on that thick dick trying desperately to breathe anyway I could as he forced his shaft to the back of my throat with each movement of his hips. His balls were slapping the underside of my chin as he quickened his pace and I knew his juices, and mine, were ready to blow....and they did!
I had never tasted cum before, and did not know quite what to expect! His warm salty semen filled my mouth rapidly. There was so much, it began to ooze out with the backstroke,running down my chin and his balls as he gradually slowed thrusting his thick shaft in and out of my aching jaws! But boy....it sure tasted good to me!
Well, there was not a lot of time left before my return to England, but I got to meet Ross several times later that week. He was ready to share with me the joys of 69'ing... and show me that he could give it as well as take it. It didn't take me long to learn a thing or two from Ross. He only had to walk into my room in uniform and I was instantly ready for anything!
I did get to meet a hot journalist just a few days after my first encounter with Ross. Ian was a giant of a man who would have looked more at home as a heavyweight wrestler than a soft spoken newspaper man. I never saw shoulders that broad.....but that will have to be another story. Later!
Tony Betts
I first went 'down under' back in 1970. At that time, I was still living in England, and had even yet to visit the United States. As bass player in a backup band, leaving the cold and miserable English January weather behind me by stepping aboard Qantas flight number 1 bound for Sydney, Australia, and the prospect of enjoying summer sunshine to the envy of all I left behind, was a dream about to come true.
Upon reaching Sydney after the long 34 hour journey, customs and immigration officials devoted themselves to insuring that I was carrying no porographic postcards, books, films etc. The flight from london had been via the East, and they were keeping all the 'smut' out. The laws were very strict then and I was quite amazed to witness open soliciting by multitudes of prostitutes and pimps on the streets in the famed Kings Cross area, where I was staying. The Vietnam war was still in full swing, and Sydney was full of American servicmen on R&R.
We were met at the airport by the Hotel manager in a limosine which he placed at our disposal for the next month so I got to know our two regular drivers well. They became good friends over the next few weeks. Barry and Ross worked part time for the limo company. Barry was dead straight, but Ross... I invited both of them to see the show at the Silver Spade room in the Chevron Hotel, where we were both staying and performing. I booked a complimentary guest table for four for Barry, his lovely wife, and Ross his girlfriend. There was a problem, however. Ross had a second part time job as a guard for a security company. His shift began at midnight, so he asked whether it would be alright to come to my room after the show and get into uniform. Barry and his wife would take his girlfriend home. Naturally, I agreed, and after the show, we all went up to my room for drinks. We sat around chatting for quite a while before Barry and the girls left. I told Ross that he could shower if he wished, showed him the bathroom,and flipped on the TV as he accepted the offer, and several minutes later he emerged from the bathroom with just a towel around his waist looking absolutely great! Ross was a good looking guy anyway. Tall, with well groomed short black hair, bright steel grey eyes, and a magnificent tan over his entire (very!) hairy body - at least as much of it as I could see!. I found myself staring at him too long, realised that he had probably noticed and feeling embarrased at doing so, got up to offer him another drink whilst trying my damndest not to look at him through the mirror on the dresser. He said that he really shouldn't take another drink, but accepted the scotch and soda I had poured. As I handed it to him I felt compelled to make some remark to justify staring at his body. I complemented him on a great tan. Now I felt silly. He lifted his arms and turned around on the spot displaying front and back of his ample torso."We don't grow 'em like that in England" I told him. "Not enough sun". He grinned, thanked me for the compliment, and began to dress.
Still sporting the towel around his waist he took his tan colored uniform shirt and began putting it on. Then he reached for his pants. In doing so (and maybe it was deliberate) the towel slipped and dropped to the floor. I couldn't help notice that he almost lacked a 'tan line'. "I see that you really are well tanned...all over!" I remarked with a big grin, but what was more interesting, although I didn't mention this to him, his cock looked like it was beginning to harden. I was certain that I could see his ample foreskin slowly peeling back as it did so - a long,fat uncut cock, jutting out from a thick black hairy bush, needing little more than my hot breath to brush across it and bring it full attention! I quickly took a drink and almost choked on it!
Ross already knew what was on my mind so he stepped over to me, handed me his empty glass and asked for a refill. His cock was inches from my face and was swelling rapidly to full erection! I eased forward slowly, realising that this scenario was no accident, and buried my nose into his full,musky balls. Suddenly he reached down, and taking my head in both his hands, pulled me forcefully into his crotch. His hard fat cock was pushed flat against my face as his thrusting hips rocked back and forth rythmically. He pulled back for a moment, and gripping the base of his cock with one hand, he thrust his fat uncut cockhead into my mouth, thrusting his groin forward whilst gripping my head with his other hand. I sucked and sucked on that thick dick trying desperately to breathe anyway I could as he forced his shaft to the back of my throat with each movement of his hips. His balls were slapping the underside of my chin as he quickened his pace and I knew his juices, and mine, were ready to blow....and they did!
I had never tasted cum before, and did not know quite what to expect! His warm salty semen filled my mouth rapidly. There was so much, it began to ooze out with the backstroke,running down my chin and his balls as he gradually slowed thrusting his thick shaft in and out of my aching jaws! But boy....it sure tasted good to me!
Well, there was not a lot of time left before my return to England, but I got to meet Ross several times later that week. He was ready to share with me the joys of 69'ing... and show me that he could give it as well as take it. It didn't take me long to learn a thing or two from Ross. He only had to walk into my room in uniform and I was instantly ready for anything!
I did get to meet a hot journalist just a few days after my first encounter with Ross. Ian was a giant of a man who would have looked more at home as a heavyweight wrestler than a soft spoken newspaper man. I never saw shoulders that broad.....but that will have to be another story. Later!