Bate Club Pt. 02

"So you said your name was Oscar?"

"Yeah," he replied.

"You mean, like the Grouch?"

Oscar had wondered how long it'd take for Billy to make the obvious reference. It happened every fucking time he met a guy. "Yeah. Like the Grouch," he frowned.

"Well," smirked Billy, leaning back in his chair, "if you're into trash, you've come to the right place." He sipped his beer. "Well done on scorin' the towel, by the way. Nice little souvenir."

Oscar crammed it into his backpack after his shower. He was gonna take it home, but he wasn't yet sure how to explain it to his wife. "Thanks, I guess." His hair was still a bit wet, but Sydney's warm night would dry it fast.

"They should've had it monogrammed for you. 'Most Valuable Cumslut'." Billy paused. "Maybe the bate club's budget wouldn't stretch that far."

They sat at the Oxford Hotel, each with a cold beer in front of them. Despite tonight's heat, Billy had barely taken a sip of his, but Oscar's glass was already half-empty. He felt like he'd lost a lot of liquids tonight, and two dozen loads of cum didn't count as replenishment.

Under normal circumstances, Billy was a natural conversationalist, and when he knew what he wanted, he was direct and forthright in his pursuit, but tonight, the atmosphere felt febrile. Both men were filled with nervous energy. Their mutual attraction was obvious, but despite bating together as complete strangers just minutes ago, they each felt they should try to get to know the other person before the inevitable finally occurred. The only problem was neither knew what to talk about.

The freckled redhead glanced up at a TV screen showing highlights of an AFL match from last weekend. Brisbane versus Carlton up at the Gabba. "I might be imagining this, but earlier, did you say you're from Canberra?"

"Yeah," said Oscar. His fingertips fiddled at the edges of a cardboard coaster. "Grew up here, though, but moved away for work after uni. I come back to Sydney once a year, every summer, for some time away." He stopped himself suddenly. He was about to say 'for some time away from the wife and kids', but he bit his tongue just in the nick of time.

"You stayin' with friends, or at a hotel?"

"Hotel. Down at the Quay."

Billy emitted a low whistle. "Canberra boys get paid a shitload, hey?"

Oscar shook his head. "Nah. Myth. I saved up all year for this. OK, so I'm staying at the Intercontinental, but I make sacrifices."

Oscar's temporary home-away-from-home was top dollar, and Billy knew it. His gaze returned to the TV screen. "What do you do in Canberra?"

Oscar smirked. "I'll give you one guess."

Billy smiled a knowing smile. "Shiny bum, ain't ya? My tax dollars hard at work."

"My dad was a wharfie, and his dad was too, but for some reason, I was born with my head in a book. I was never good with my hands, but I was good at maths and science an' shit." Oscar sipped his beer. "One semester in high school, I had to do woodwork. I didn't want to, but it was part of the curriculum. You know the theory, try everything once, and hopefully, unless you're a complete dickhead, you'll find something you're good at. Our assignment was to make a wooden jewellery box. Some of the kids in my class made really nice ones. Smooth edges and corners, hinges on the lid nicely aligned, velvet lining the tray and a mirror glued to the inside of the top. They gave them to their mums as presents. I knew mine would be shithouse before I even started. Not only did it look awful, I accidentally superglued the lid on."

Billy chuckled. This guy knew how to laugh at himself. Always a good sign.

"So I studied hard, got good marks in my exams, got into uni, and..." Suddenly feeling self-conscious about talking about himself, Oscar's voice trailed off. He wasn't sure Billy wanted to hear his life story.

Billy noticed his drinking compadre's glass was empty. "Wait here," he said, walking over to the bar. Moments later, he brought a couple of fresh coldies back. "Cheers."

They clinked their glasses together. Oscar thought about his wife. He hadn't called her tonight, but he knew he ought to, before it got too late. "You go there often?"

Billy raised his eyebrows. "What, you mean the bate club?"

"Yeah. Ta for the beer, by the way." Oscar ran a hand through his hair. It was bone dry. "How many times have you been?"

"Dunno." Billy scratched his arm. "Don't keep track, really. Eight or ten, maybe. I'm not a regular, if that's what you're drivin' at."

"You ever been the human cumrag before?"

Billy coughed. "No fuckin' way, mate." He paused for a second. "What was it like?"

"Weird. But first, let me go back a step. You know tonight was my first time, right? I had this trip to Sydney planned before Christmas, and when I found out about the bate club and learned it was going to be on one night while I was here, I bought a ticket. I was curious and eager, but this arvo, when I got off the bus just up the road, I started to lose my nerve. Like, I mean, I nearly chickened out completely. I basically had to drag myself in off the street." Oscar reached for his beer. "So once I was naked and ready, I made a choice."

"What choice?" asked Billy.

"I made a choice to say yes to everything tonight."

Billy grinned. "Yep. That's the way, mate."

"Like, there was a moment tonight when this really old guy came over and started touching me. In that moment, maybe I didn't quite say yes, but I didn't say no either, even though I know I could have. Like, don't get me wrong, I'm glad he's got this outlet, but I couldn't help wishing he played with someone else instead."

"I know what you mean, but maybe take it as a compliment." Billy's pale blue eyes stared at him. "Mate, you're hot."

If Oscar's brown skin was any lighter, Billy might've seen his cheeks blush at the compliment. "And so," he continued, "when that bloke -- I mean, the bloke who seemed to be organising everything tonight -- when he asked me if I wanted to be the centrepiece of tonight's bukkake, I said yes straight away."

Billy grinned. Fuck yeah. "OK, so now tell me, what was it like?"

Oscar took a mouthful of beer. "It was so fucking weird. The first guy, the elderly guy I just mentioned, he missed me completely, but some of the second guy's load dripped into my mouth, and it was like an instant trigger. The taste of cum flicked a switch in my brain. Suddenly, I felt like the world's biggest cumslut. Someone else stepped up, it might've been the dude who was organising, I can't really remember, but anyway, he shot a thick load onto my face, and it was game on. Like, I couldn't get enough, and the more cum I got, the more I wanted. My eyes started stinging, but I couldn't give a fuck." In his excitement, Oscar realised his voice had gone up in volume, and he noticed that the guys at the table next to theirs were listening in. He continued in a quieter vein. "Things became a bit of a blur after that, but I definitely remember what you did."

"I broke the rules," admitted Billy. "I've got a history of that."

For now, Oscar filed Billy's cryptic comment away. "Yeah. At the start, they explained the history of bate clubs to me. They told me very clearly, no oral or anal. Tradition, I guess."

"Yeah," Billy grinned. "I know. They said the same to me my first night, and I get the reasons and the history, but like, I didn't push you too far tonight, did I?"

Oscar ran his fingers through his floppy hair. "Nah."

"You can tell me if I did."

"Everything's cool, dude."

Billy leaned forward. "You wanted my dick in your mouth, didn't you?"

Oscar nodded. "Yeah. I did."

"You wanted me to shoot down your throat, didn't you?"

Oscar gulped. His mouth was watering. Fuck, this guy was forward.

"What did you do at uni?" Billy changed the subject unexpectedly, and for Oscar, it felt like the moment in the bate room when his fist brought him right to the brink of orgasm, just before he stood up and walked away, leaving him hanging. "Like, I'm assuming you must've gone to uni if you're a shiny bum..."

"Arts degree," Oscar answered, trying to cope with the violent change of direction. "Majored in history." He paused for a second, sipping his amber. "Did you go to uni yourself?"

Billy laughed. "Mate, I'm flat out countin' to ten. Got an apprenticeship when I left school. I'm a brickie. No shortage these days of cashed-up bogans doin' knockdown-rebuilds these days, even with interest rates through the fuckin' roof, so I find myself forever kept in gainful employ. Haven't been asked to make any jewellery boxes, but if it ever happens, I'll remember not to glue the fuckin' lid on." He paused, taking a sip. "You get much sex on campus, bruh?"

Oscar had a girlfriend back then. After they broke up, he was single for a year or two, hooking up with randoms on Tinder. It wasn't until he was just about to graduate that he created an account on Grindr. "Here and there, maybe," came his non-committal reply. He paused for a second. "You get much sex on building sites?" he joked.

Billy grinned. "More than you'd think, mate."

Oscar's eyes widened. Not what he'd expected.

"Some of the blokes I work with have high sex drives," Billy smiled, "but they're married to women who've had enough." He sipped his beer. "That's where I come in."

"What happens?" Oscar was incredibly curious.

"What do you mean?"

Oscar cleared his throat. "Like... how does it... go down?"

"For starters, I'm usually the one goin' down," Billy deadpanned. "Depends. Last week, we were on our morning break. Blokes are standin' 'round drinking coffee, and someone mentioned something about a porn clip they jerked off to the night before. Conversation got a little blue, I said I was going for a quick piss, and someone followed me in. Didn't take long for me to get him off. A few weeks ago, I caught someone flickin' through a porn mag. I sucked his dick while he scanned the pages, he came all over the centrefold's pussy, and I licked it off. Another time, I walked into the site office to find the foreman was frustrated about something or other. He was getting aggro at a spreadsheet, swearing and frowning. I asked him if he was OK, and whether I could do anything to help. Two minutes later, his dick's in my cunt. Blokes know I'm horny and ready to go, and they're happy enough to give it to me on the downlow. Like, it's win-win."

The boys on the adjacent table were listening in again. Billy couldn't give a fuck.

"Tradies get the ladies," Billy concluded. "Though speaking for myself, I don't fuckin' want any of 'em. I'm happy enough with the blokes." He turned to address the inquisitive dudes next door. "Am I right, boys?" he shouted, sculling the rest of his beer. "Yeah, fuck, you know I'm right."

Oscar's cock was rock hard. He wasn't sure what to say or do.

"It's warm tonight, hey?" Billy mused, noticing Oscar was momentarily lost in thought. He pointed to his empty glass. "Get us another one?"

After quickly adjusting his pants, Oscar walked to the bar, returning with two fresh beers. He glanced up at the TV screen, now showing highlights of last weekend's match-up between Greater Western Sydney and Collingwood. "Fuck, I hate GWS."

Billy slammed his palms onto the table in a gesture of complete agreement. The surface shook, and their beers quaked for a short moment. "Mate, totally. Fuck those cunts. Hate 'em even more than Collingwood, which is a statement in itself."

"100%," Oscar agreed. "Even though I don't live in New South Wales anymore, I still follow the Swans."

"Sounds like we've got something in common," grinned Billy, reaching for his beer. "We're both into footy, and we both support the same team." He thought for a moment. "Did you ever play?"

"Yeah," Oscar nodded. "Played a season or two in Sydney, then when I moved to Canberra, I played for the Belconnen Magpies a few winters. It's a bit easier down there, a bit less intense, but not by much. Blokes still need to be fit. Plus, it gets cold. I used to go for long runs." He reached for his beer. "You spend much time in the gym?"

"Yeah, nah. I get enough exercise at work, I reckon. By the way, I saw your sixpack at the bate club. I think I know what you mean about fitness. Looked like you put in some hours. What position did you play?"

His sixpack was in much better shape when he played. He'd lost some definition since. "Centre halfback," came Oscar's response.

"Guessing you were good at delivering handballs under pressure," Billy deadpanned.

Oscar blinked, unsure how to parry Billy's suggestive comment. "I don't play anymore, but. What about you?"

"Footy? Nah." Billy shrugged, lost in thought for a moment or two. "I mucked around in high school, and I used to love taking a Sherrin down to the local oval to play kick to kick with a mate. That was easy enough. But I reckon it'd be hard to concentrate in a proper contest when your teammates and opponents are all sweated up and stinky. I'd be like 'fuck the game, let's start an orgy'. Besides, it's hard to run fast with a boner." He paused for a second. "Anyway, why do you follow the Swannies?"

"Because I grew up in Sydney, and, like, because once you pick a team, that's your team for life, forever and ever amen. Changing allegiances is a total dick move."

"Bruh, totally!" Billy lifted his frothy beer in salute, and Oscar, somewhat uncertainly, met him halfway. Their classes clinked. "But speaking of the red and the white, your eyes look pretty shithouse right now."

"Still? Really? Shit." Oscar blinked. "I tried to flush 'em out under the shower. Maybe I need to go to a chemist."

"You wore a shitload of cum, dude. Reckon you could use some eyedrops."

Oscar reflected upon the past few hours. It took courage for him to enter the venue, it took courage not to retreat in embarrassment while his entry was being processed, it took courage to undress, it took courage to enter the space, and it took courage to catch twenty or thirty loads in the face. He'd said yes each time. "I like your tattoo," he said.

"This?" replied Billy, pointing at his left arm.

"Yeah," said Oscar, his nervous mouth going into overdrive. "I'm into tattoos, even though I don't have any myself. I'd love to know the backstory. And your freckles are as cute as hell, and like I'm like so into dudes with pierced noses. I know that's a strange thing to say, but..."

"How old are you?" Billy interrupted, and Oscar's motormouth stalled.

"Thirty one." Oscar almost felt ashamed. "I know. I'm ancient." He pushed his floppy skater haircut out of his eyeline. He felt something nudge him under the table.

"Nah. You don't look that old." Billy leaned forward, his fist enveloping his beer glass. "Anyway, I'm into older men. Judging by what I've learned on building sites, older blokes are more experienced."

Oscar coughed nervously. This sexy redhead seemed way more experienced than him. "OK, so how old are *you*, then?" He felt it again. Something under the table, nudging his foot.

"Twenty five. That means you're six years older than me." Billy made a show of counting to six on his fingers.

Oscar sipped his beer.

"Like, if we got married, you'd always be six years older than me."

Marriage. Oscar remembered his wife. Fuck.

"It's warm tonight, hey."

Under the table, Billy's foot stroked Oscar's ankle.

Billy leaned forward. "Bet your hotel room is nice and cool."

Oscar's cock stiffened.

Billy was a match-fit centre half-forward, driving hard towards the goal square, looking to score. In clear space, he took a confident bounce. "Reckon you could turn your room into a deep freeze if you wanted to. But then you'd probably need something to keep you warm in bed after."

Oscar knew he wouldn't need Grindr tonight. He drew again on his deep well of courage. Inside, he said yes. "Wanna come check out where I'm staying?"

Billy drained the rest of his beer, slamming the empty glass onto the table. "Ready whenever you are."

*

They waited on Oxford Street for the 333 to arrive. The sun had set, the horizon was orange, but the night was still hot. They stood side by side, not touching, not even talking. They barely even acknowledged each other's presence. Boarding the bus, they swiped their Opal cards, but their ride to Circular Quay was quiet.

The bus was packed; luckily, they found seats. Oscar sat against the window on the left hand side of the vehicle; Billy, sitting beside him, had one foot planted in the aisle. Oscar had no idea how he was gonna find time to ring his wife now, but something about Billy's presence was magnetic. He thought about sending his missus a quick text, but he knew how half-arsed that'd be. His wife was cool enough to give him this week away each year, spending money he'd saved for himself that could've instead been put on their mortgage, while she looked after the kids on her own. He needed to find time to show gratitude, and he knew a quick call would be all it'd take, but he couldn't work out how he was gonna make it happen.

At Museum station, the bus hooked right onto Elizabeth Street. They were nearly there now. Billy scrolled through socials on his phone.

This wasn't a typical encounter for Oscar. Usually, his same-sex hookups were random, anxious, passionate exchanges of bodily fluids before shallow goodbyes, but this felt different. He'd felt attracted to Billy from the moment he first approached him. He spoke for the first time the whole ride. "Do you have work tomorrow?" He checked out Billy's tattoo.

Billy barely looked up from his screen. "RDO," came his succinct reply. He dropped his hand on Oscar's inner thigh. "These bus seats are too small, don't you reckon?"

Oscar gulped. Oscar had come across many three letter acronyms in his time, but this was a new one. "Huh?"

"Not working tomorrow. RDO. Rostered day off."

The bus sped through the lights at St James. Oscar stared out the window as department store shopfronts flew by. He shivered as he felt Billy's fingertips running up and down the inside of his thigh.

They rode to the end of the line, and Oscar purchased some eye medication from a late-night pharmacy at the Quay. Walking back up the steep incline of Young Street towards the entrance of his hotel, neither spoke. A doorman opened the heavy glass doors, and Billy whistled as his senses drank in the opulence of the high-ceilinged atrium.

Oscar pressed the button for the elevator. His heart raced. He and his guest stepped into the lift. He swiped his electronic key, granting him access to the twentieth floor.

Alone for the first time, Billy wrapped his arms around Oscar's neck and rammed his tongue down his throat. Oscar returned serve, and they played a short yet violent game of tonsil tennis as they ascended into the sky.

They heard a polite ding just before the lift doors opened. Billy was ready to continue battle, but as Oscar opened the door to his suite, Sydney's night skyline took his breath away. "Fuck, bruh, would you take a look at this shit." His entire body was drawn towards the window. The brightly lit sails of the Opera House crouched beneath him, and the twinkling lights of the Bridge were off to one side. He could see Kirribilli sparkling across the water, and just on the edge of the window frame, he saw the laughing clown mouth of Luna Park. "I've never seen Sydney like this before."

Oscar opened the minibar fridge, pulling out two cold beers. He flipped the tops off, handing one to his guest. "Since you're not working tomorrow, cheers." The necks of their bottles clinked. "To be honest, I've never seen Sydney like this before either. Well, not until I checked in yesterday afternoon." He paused for a second. "Like, I grew up out west, and when I was a kid, it was a special occasion just to see the harbour from street level. To see it from way up here is completely different."

His phone buzzed in his pocket. He checked the message: it was his wife. 'U OK?' she texted. His thumbs danced across his screen. 'Yeah, everything's cool, will ring later, love u'. He cringed, imagining her confused frown.

Billy noticed the pained expression on his host's face as he fired his quick salvo, though said nothing. Maybe his host for tonight had a boyfriend already. He didn't want to get in the way of anything, so maybe this was just gonna be a quick fuck.

Oscar dropped his phone onto a small table, along with his wallet. 'I'm ready,' he thought to himself, taking a deep breath. He was ready to lose himself in the moment, ready for whatever was about to happen. Once again, he was ready to say yes.

"Can I take a quick piss?" Billy asked.

"Not my house," Oscar replied. "Go for your life." While Billy was gone, Oscar turned the air conditioning temperature way down as far as it could go. He took this moment to medicate his eyes. He blinked hard as the chemical moisture stung, then settled.

Billy, having closed the bathroom door for privacy, emerged a moment or two later. "That's the highest height I've ever pissed from," he declared. "Other than from inside a plane, that is."

Oscar chuckled, still blinking hard as he pushed his floppy fringe out of his eyes.

"I saw you texting before," Billy continued. "Was that your boyfriend?"

"Nah."

"Like, it's OK with me if you've got a boy already."

Moment of truth. "I was texting my wife." He paused for a second. "I'm bi," Oscar admitted.

"Fuck me dead," gasped Billy, remembering how many lashes of hot seed Oscar took to the face just an hour ago. "You fuck chicks? And you've got a wife? A wife with, like, a fuckin' vag? Wait, you got kids, too?"

Oscar gulped, retrospectively wishing he'd kept his mouth shut. He didn't 'fuck chicks', the only woman he ever had sex with was his betrothed, but disclosing this fact right now would've achieved nothing. His shoulders sagged. He thought about Grindr. Despite having a dude in his room right now, maybe the online cock lottery was the easier option. "If you wanna leave, then... that's... I get it, like that's OK..."

"You serious? I'm not goin' anywhere. Not unless you get hotel security to throw me out. I fuck around with married straight guys at work all the fuckin' time, so I'm used to that, but... like... I totally thought you were gay."

"Wait a sec," said Oscar, suddenly feeling self-conscious in a way he'd never expected to feel. "Are you saying I look gay?"

Billy's pale blue eyes were defiant. "Do *I* look gay? If you didn't meet me in the bate room and you walked past me in the street, not knowing anything about me, would you have thought I was gay? Dude, what the fuck even is that question anyway? What does 'looking gay' even look like?"

Oscar held his palms up in retreat. "Not what I meant. But you said you thought I was gay, so I'm like, why'd you say that?"

"Because how many straight blokes would go to a bate club on fucking Oxford Street?"

Billy's rhetorical response took the bisexual option out of the equation, but Oscar didn't want to fight. He conceded the broader point. "I see what you mean," he replied.

Billy took stock. "Just my luck, huh? All the cute boys are already taken. Always the way. I've got so many questions, but like, to be honest, you just got me even hornier for you than I already was." Billy began to advance. "I wanna fuck you so fuckin' bad."

Oscar's dark half-Latin eyes opened wide.

"You might be a bi boy, but tonight, I'm gonna make you my boy. I checked your curves out while we were waiting for the bus. Anyone ever told you you've got a juicy rump?"

His wife used to, once upon a time, but not lately.

"I'm gonna bury my cock in your sweet pussy." Billy lowered his voice, moving incrementally closer. "I'm gonna make you squeal."

This was so fucking intense. Oscar had never had a same-sex experience that had shaped up quite like this. Not ever. All he wanted to do right now was surrender, but he had prior business to attend to. "Wait. Give me a sec," he pleaded.

Oscar found her number at the top of his contacts. He held his handset up to his ear. For now, Billy retreated. He sat on the couch, flipping through a glossy magazine aimed at rich international tourists.

She answered. "Hey, Oscy, how's it going?"

"Good," he replied. He glanced across the room nervously. "You doing OK?"

"Yeah," answered his wife. "How's Sydney treating you?"

"Hot as hell, as always this time of year." He glanced at Billy.

"What did you do today?" she inquired.

Oscar started truthfully enough. "Did the Coogee to Bondi walk. I love that walk so much. Worked up a serious sweat, and my feet were a bit tender at the end. What about you?"

"Stayed at home looking after the kids, but you already knew that, right?"

Oscar coughed, feeling a little guilty. "Yeah, babe, of course I did."

Billy lifted his head up from the glossy print. "Babe?" he whispered.

"Shut the fuck up!" Oscar mouthed. In response, he received a wide, cheeky grin.

"What did you do for dinner?" his wife asked.

Oscar began to stretch the truth. "Middle Eastern."

"Nice. You do anything after?"

"Not really..."

She guessed he would've looked at Grindr tonight, even though she wished he wouldn't. His reply suggested he'd lucked out, and she felt conflicted. Glad for her, but sad for him.

Oscar's reality was completely the opposite of what his wife had guessed. He was about to get lucky in a way he'd never imagined.

Their conversation shallowed out fast, but this was mostly because Billy had unzipped his pants and had pulled his cock out through the fly. Oscar couldn't concentrate on the call, nor could he tear his eyes away from Billy's prick. He ran his fingers through his shaggy hair.

"OK, well I don't think I have any more news for you, babe," she said, "so I'll let you get back to whatever you were doing. Thanks for ringing, it was good to hear your voice. The kids say g'day, we all miss you, and I hope you get a good night's sleep. I imagine you've got another walk planned for tomorrow morning, so maybe you can tell me about it tomorrow night..."

Right now, tomorrow morning felt a million miles away, and tomorrow night was in another universe. He couldn't get off the phone fast enough. "I miss you too," interrupted Oscar. He stared at Billy, his mouth beginning to water.

"Well, goodnight," she said. "Talk tomorrow?"

"Definitely. Love you," he said.

She didn't ask, and he didn't tell.

His dick was so fucking hard right now.

A voice sparked up from across the room. "Has anyone ever told you how much of a sexy motherfucker you are?"

Oscar thought about his marriage. His wife used to tell him he was hot, but that was a long time ago, back in their very early days. Theirs was a strong bond, but passions peak, but then they fade, and while things hadn't gone sour, maybe they'd gone stale.

It'd been so fucking long since anyone had ever said anything like that to him. They still had sex, though sometimes, it felt to Oscar like they were just going through the motions. He studied the sexy man sitting across the room: his cropped red hair, his juicy lips, the constellation of freckles scattered across his cheeks, the tattoo that stretched the length of his arm, his nostril piercing, and the six thick inches of smooth pale meat that poked out of his pants.

To be called sexy by a man that hot set Oscar's neglected ego on fire. He was totally up for this now. "You, about an hour ago."

"Does she know?" Billy asked, still stroking his manhood.

"Does she know *what*?" Oscar wanted to hear how Billy might describe the situation. The last thing he expected was a cricket analogy.

"Does she know you bat and bowl?"

"She knows I'm bi, if that's what you're asking," Oscar replied. "I told her the first day we ever met." He took a deep breath. "So yeah. She knows."

"I bet she hates it, though." Billy's eyes were wild. "The blokes I play with on building sites are on the downlow. As far as I know, their wives have no idea what they get up to with me, but it sounds like yours does. So does she hate it?"

"We don't talk about it anymore." He crossed the room and sat down next to Billy on the couch.

"Of course she hates it," Billy snorted. "Show me a woman who's comfortable with hubby sucking cock and I'll eat my feet." He paused. "Out of sheer curiosity, what would you be doing tonight if I wasn't here?"

"I'd be chatting to some dude on Grindr, or I'd be hooking up with him already."

Billy pressed further. "Does she know?"

"Huh?"

"Does she know about that? Does she know that's what you would've been doing? Finding a guy to play with?"

"Don't know. Probably. She knows I've got an account." He frowned. "Why so many questions?"

"Because I'm curious." Billy spat into his palm and stroked his cock. "Anyway, fuck that shit. You don't need Grindr tonight. I want you, and unless I'm mistaken, you want me too."

Oscar looked down at Billy's dick. His glance turned into a gaze. He watched Billy's fist moving slowly up and down. "Fuck, bro." His head was spinning with lust. He nearly drooled.

For the first time, Billy noticed how chilly Oscar's hotel room had become. Their faces moved closer... Billy's pale blue eyes, Oscar's dark Latino irises... fuck...

Oscar's focus was drawn to the freckles that dotted Billy's gorgeously irresistible cheeks. He could feel his guest's insistent breath on his face. Tentatively, he reached out to touch his pale jaw. "I want you so fucking bad."

Billy said nothing. Their faces moved closer.

"You ever fucked a woman?" Oscar asked. "I mean, since we're asking questions..."

"Once, in high school," Billy admitted. "Vaginas, hey? Thanks for reminding me about my worst nightmare. I know I came out of one, but I never should've gone back for a second pass."

Oscar chuckled. They kissed slowly and languidly for a few moments. Given the little he knew about his guest, he was surprised at how slowly Billy went. He'd half-expected him to charge like a bull at a gate. Eventually, Billy reached out to grasp Oscar's hand, guiding it to his cock.

"It's weird that we're still wearing clothes," Oscar observed, slowly stroking Billy's penis.

"Why's that?"

"Because we've already seen each other naked." He stared into Billy's wide, hungry eyes. "I remember when you first came up to me earlier tonight. You appeared from fucking nowhere, like you'd just fallen out of a cloud. You dropped your towel in front of me, and you already had a boner. I was touching your dick before I even knew your name."

"What can I say? I'm a sucker for a nicely toned six-pack," Billy responded.

Oscar looked down at his abdomen. "Used to be a bit more toned than this."

Billy continued. "And your biceps, bruh..."

"You like my body?"

"Yeah, dude," seethed Billy. "Like, you're hot as fuck. You missus doesn't know how lucky she is."

A compliment that good deserved something in return. Oscar knelt on the floor, parting Billy's thighs and unbuckling his pants. He sucked six inches of pale white meat into his mouth.

"Fuck," Billy moaned, resting the palms of his hands on the back of his host's head. "For a married dude, you know what you're doing."

Oscar looked up for a second, grinning. "Maybe cocklust comes from being pussy-whipped." He opened his throat wide and sucked hard. As he bobbed up and down, he felt Billy's manhood thickening on his tongue.

"Cocklust. Mate, that's exactly what it is, hey." Billy dropped his hands onto the back of Oscar's head, running his fingers through his cocksucker's hair. "Suck my fuckin' dong, bruh."

Oscar's wet fist stroked him slowly, and as his tongue tickled the head of Billy's six inches, he heard him gasp. Suddenly, without warning, he felt a palm on his forehead. Billy pushed his head away.

Oscar, hungry for seed, pouted unhappily. "What the fuck?"

"You were getting me too close, bro. Warning lights were flashing. Like, for a non-gay dude who still manages to find a place in his life for vag, you totally know your way around a penis." He paused for a second as a smirk creased his face. "Besides, haven't you had enough cum for one night?"

"Cunt." Oscar smiled at Billy, and Billy smiled back.

"Come here," said his hotel guest, lifting Oscar up off his knees. He wrapped his arms around the half-Latino's sexy waist and pulled him for a tight hug. His hands fell south, finding Oscar's juicy cheeks. He gave them a squeeze. "You like getting your asshole eaten?" he asked, licking Oscar's brown neck.

Oscar winced, almost retracting as he felt his guest's mouth sucking hard. Hundreds of tiny capillaries in his neck swelled and burst under pressure. There'd be a mark there in the morning, but right now, he couldn't care less.

They stripped off for the second time that day. Oscar's bed was still unmade from his afternoon nap, and Billy noticed. "You get lucky this arvo?" he smirked.

"Shut up," Oscar replied, climbing into bed. "Like, shut up and eat my pussy."

Billy's mouth watered at the sight of two brown globes of toned meat, anticipating what he expected to find between them. Oscar lay on his stomach and pulled his cheeks apart. Tingles travelled up and down his spine as he felt Billy's warm hands rest on top of his, just for a moment.

Billy's rough, wet tongue kissed and lapped at Oscar's hungry hole. It had been so fucking long since Oscar had felt anything like this. He felt the stubble on Billy's chin lightly scrape and scratch as his eager mouth went to work. He felt a finger push inside him and his eyes rolled back in his head. "Oh my fucking god, dude, I wish that was your cock."

Billy pulled his finger out and lay on Oscar's back, dry humping him. "You want me to fuck you?"

Oscar was nearly breathless. "Yeah, bruh."

Billy rested his fat erection in the crevice between Oscar's juicy cheeks. "Say it."

"I want you to fuck me," he whispered.

"Say it louder." He licked Oscar's ear.

Oscar moaned like a bitch in heat. "My pussy is... it's twitching. You're..."

"Tell me what you want."

Oscar cleared his throat. "I want you to fuck me."

Billy knew his host's hole was already wet enough, but he spat on it just to be sure. He spat into his palm again, rubbing the slick moisture up and down his shaft.

Oscar had packed a bottle of lube for the week, just in case, but in the heat of the moment, it lay forgotten. Besides, right now, he wanted it this way. It felt cheaper, sluttier, more desperate, more raw.

He felt the head of Billy's dick press against his hole, and it stung a little as he felt it pushing forward, getting inside him. His leaking cock pressed down into the mattress.

"How long since last time?" Billy pulled the covers around his waist and over his shoulders, protecting himself against the Antarctic blast of the air conditioner.

"Huh?"

"How long since the last time you got fucked?"

"Too fucking long, dude," Oscar seethed. "Don't wanna think about it right now."

Billy began to work up a rhythm. "You like to top?"

"Shut up, bruh. Just fuck me."

Billy's hips found a routine. They fucked quietly for a while, until unexpectedly, he swooped down to whisper in his host's ear. "I'm topping you because I'm bigger than you."

"Oh my fucking god," Oscar whispered, his pussy wanting more.

"You might have tight abs and huge biceps, but I've got a bigger dick. You might spend more time in the gym than me, but I've got a bigger dick." Billy paused. "Does it feel good?" He licked Oscar's ear. "Does it feel good to be topped by a guy with a bigger dick than you?"

Oscar nearly squealed as Billy bottomed out inside him. Billy knew exactly what he was doing. This was god tier sex.

"I'm bigger than you," Billy repeated, thrusting slowly. "I'm bigger than you."

Oscar nearly lost his mind.

"Your pussy is so fucking tight, mate," Billy said, licking Oscar's ear again. "Your hole is gonna make me explode. You want my load inside you, don't you, bitch?"

Oscar couldn't ever remember feeling like this. So masculine, and yet so completely submissive.

"I'm gonna knock you up," Billy declared. "I'm gonna flood your pussy with my kids." His entire weight spread out on Oscar's back as he went balls-deep inside him, moaning as he unloaded. Oscar's sphincter twitched and clenched, gripping hard around Billy's shaft, and as Billy busted inside him, Oscar came all over the mattress.

Billy withdrew, and Oscar farted quietly as he rolled onto his side. There was an obvious wet patch where his dick had been, and Billy noticed. "I fucked the cum out of you?"

Oscar's breath was shallow and jagged. He couldn't ever remember being fucked like that. He'd never felt so dominated, and even though it only lasted for a few short moments, he knew he'd never forget what just happened. That was the best sex he'd ever had in his life, but no way was he gonna admit that right now. "Looks like it," he deadpanned.

"Good thing there's like twenty clean towels in your expensive hotel bathroom. Shouldn't be too hard to avoid your wet spot." Billy, his work done, began mentally preparing to leave. He knew his host was married, to a woman of all things, and there was little chance of anything else happening tonight. He began to collect his shit.

"Where are you going?"

"Well, I thought I'd..."

"You can sleep here tonight, root rat." Oscar paused. "I mean, if you want to, that is."

Billy grinned. "Maybe if you make the room feel a bit warmer than the South fucking Pole."

Oscar smiled. "Wait," he said, crawling out of bed. "Don't go anywhere." Clenching his cheeks, he fiddled with the thermostat on the way to the bathroom. "Back in a sec. Don't piss off." He closed the door.

Billy knew his kids were being exterminated: quietly shat out and gracefully wiped away. While his host attended to urgent business, he remade the bed. After mopping up Oscar's wet patch, he made sure everything was tucked in nicely and neatly.

Oscar re-emerged with a clean yet freshly fucked ass.

"So you want me to stick around?" Billy asked. "Or do you want me to get going?"

Oscar desperately wanted Billy to stay, but he knew his response needed to be understated to succeed. "If you want to, then yeah, stick around." Oscar paused. "Like, you said you had the day off tomorrow, so..."

Billy wasn't sure. Oscar was married. Wasn't that the end of everything?

"I'm up here for a few more nights," Oscar continued. "Maybe, if you need to head off tonight, we could grab another beer one night before I leave?"

Billy shivered. "Fuck me dead, it's like an iceberg in here. Where's the Titanic?"

"It's gonna warm up in a bit. I turned the thermostat back up. I turned it down because you said something before about how hot it was outside, how my room would be cool, and how I'd need something warm to sleep next to." His half-smile was anxious, yet hopeful. "I was hoping you might be the something warm I could sleep next to."

Billy grinned. "Glad I tucked the sheets back in while you were in the dunny."

They climbed into bed, warming each other up. They kissed for a while, their hungry mouths wide open, their tongues entwined, eagerly mashing together. Billy broke the kiss, gazing through the darkness at Oscar's dark, shining eyes. Eventually, sleep came.

*

The boys were woken at 4am by a violent flash of lightning and an appalling crash of thunder. Their sleepy eyes opened. "Fuck, d'you hear that?" asked Billy.

"Course I did," yawned Oscar. "Woke me up." A flash of white light pierced the room, followed immediately by another tremendous thunderclap.

The room returned had to a sensible temperature while they slept. Billy suddenly remembered where he was -- this might be his only opportunity ever to watch a summer storm from twenty floors above ground. "Gonna take a quick piss, then I'm gonna watch the show." He peed with the door open.

Oscar heard his guest's urine thundering into the bowl. He threw the covers back and moved a couple of armchairs close to the window. He heard the toilet flush.

The boys sat side by side, naked, watching in awe as Sydney lit up with the force of nature. Billy's eyes were wide, drinking the spectacle in. "So much better than New Years' Eve fireworks, bro. I can't fuckin' believe we're watching this. Must still be humid as fuck out there."

Eventually, the light show ended, replaced by a torrential downpour. They saw thick streaks of rain falling, but they were too far away to hear them splat to earth. "You wanna go downstairs?" asked Billy.

"Sure," smiled Oscar. The boys got dressed, Oscar grabbed his room key, and they caught the lift down to street level. The elevator lights were bright. Neither spoke.

The night doorman swung the door open for them, and the boys walked down the street towards the harbour. The violent storm had given way to a fine mist. Billy tilted his head back towards the heavens. He opened his mouth and flopped out his tongue, joyfully collecting the pre-sunrise summer rain. Oscar crept up and whispered in his ear. "The bukkake spirit lurks within you, grasshopper."

Billy nearly doubled over with laughter. There was something about this sexy dude from Canberra he found irresistible, and it wasn't just his body.

They stood together in the post-storm drizzle for fifteen, maybe twenty minutes. Foot traffic at Circular Quay was minimal, but cars, buses and trains hurtled across the Harbour Bridge at speed. They say some cities never sleep; maybe Sydney was one of them.

As the sun prepared to rise, two bodies found themselves wrapped together, kissing in a room on the twentieth floor of the Intercontinental Hotel. Their wet clothes tumbled in the dryer. Oscar kissed Billy's neck, sucking hard.

"Thanks for the hickey, mate," Billy said, wincing a bit. "That's gonna be fun to explain on the building site."

Oscar grinned. "Fuck, you'll be right. Besides, you gave me one before, so favour returned. Good thing you've got an RFO tomorrow."

"RDO," Billy corrected.

"Whatever. Who fucking cares. You've got the day off. You can sleep in."

Billy popped the question. "Can I stay here with you?"

It was nearly sunrise. "Sure you can," nodded Oscar. "Didn't I suggest that before?" He got up and pulled the blinds down.

Outside, as the sun poked itself above the horizon and morning finally broke, Sydney turned once more into a ball of searing, sweaty heat. Up here, on the twentieth floor, under thermostat control, things felt much cooler.

Oscar had a long walk planned for later that afternoon, but plans were always subject to change, and the afternoon, even though so close, still felt a long way away.

The boys lay under the covers, and just for a second or two, Oscar blinked his eyes open. "Hey," he said, reaching out to touch the tattooed skin of his guest. He gazed at Billy's beautiful freckles.

"Hey," replied Billy, blinking through a half-smile, still half-asleep.

He watched his new friend snuggle back down, making himself comfortable. Right now, Oscar didn't want to be anywhere else in the world. This was paradise.

He closed his eyes and fell back to sleep.