i thought about what to say. should i be honest? should i just say, thanks, but i quit? should i just say I'm taking a break and not burn one of the few bridges for work in this town? i hesitate and think about it for far too long...
then i get a text. it's from this guy i was meant to hook up with online weeks ago but we could never organize a time to meet (mostly on account of him being a total top and me not wanting to get bashed up the ginger all that often) but i had a stressful week and whether i wanted it or not, i reckon i needed a good hard botty bashin'!
i take another look at his picture. 5'8" hairy chest, short beard and muscly as hell. i give him a call back and hear his voice for the first time "G'day! how ya goin', mate!" it was so over the top i started chuckling. i thought he was faking it. "come over and we'll give it a bit of bash, eh! whadoya reckon?" he sounded like the goddamn crocodile hunter.
i wash my bits, inside and out, jump on my bike and scoot over. he answers the door still wearing his dirty overalls. he wasn't faking the voice. he's genuine and a damn sight hotter than Steve Irwin. he was fucking hot. a great kisser. great cock. big shoulders i just wanted to hang on. i couldn't help it and got on my knees and started sucking his dick. "aww... you bewdy!" his blokeyness just kicked me up a gear, i grabbed his hands and put the on the back of my head. he knew what that meant and started slamming his cock into my throat. for the first time in weeks i took a back seat and let him throw me around. despite his roughness he was surprisingly gentle in all the right places. he did everything right. he teased my ass enough to know i was ready, pushed me on to the bed and plowed my hole. it wasn't long before i was throwing my ass back into him. "aww... you champion!"
"FUCK YEAH!" i don't know what it was. i went fucking nuts. i started pushing back into him and grunting my head off.
we all make fun of the dumb Aussie bogan, and we secretly want to fuck them. i know because i recently fell in love with one. it was a bad move, but you can't control what you want. intellectualise it all you want. we know what we want in a relationship. we know what we want in a partner - we want to love and respect and find an equal... a soul mate. at least we think that's what we're supposed to want. but as a rich old man wants the pretty dumb blond, we fags still just want the man so dumb that all he can do is fuck! if you're a top, you want him so stupid that the most intelligent conversation to come out of their mouth is the gagging sound they make on the end of your cock. if you're a bottom, you want him so dumb he can't spell his own name, but he can plow you so hard he'll split you in two.
and the plumber did. he plowed the hell out of me and when it came time to harvest i came a bucket of cum all over myself and his Eureka flag doona cover. we collapsed and then cuddled for a bit and talked about motorbikes. awesome
i jumped back on trevor, my shitty little 250cc and screeched off back across town. there's nothing quite like getting your ass plowed and then getting back on a motorbike. every vibration of the engine shudders up your spine. it's incredible. by the time i got to the manor i was calm and relaxed as hell and the plumber even sent me the most Aussie thank-you text i've ever had
i pick up a few pizzas for the people at to the manor. sure it's raining, but it's yet another quiet night with no intros for the boys and only a couple of jobs for the girls. they're bored and angry. not much has changed in the 2 weeks i've taken off. i hang around for a few hours and give it a final chance. still nothing happens and one by one the whore fall asleep in front of the tv
i go to Miss Vic at reception and tell her i'm not coming after tonight. she's upset, but completely understands. it's not her fault, or the brothel, there's not enough work for the people here. we have a great chat, mostly full of dirty dick and fart jokes, she gives me a big hug and i say good bye
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