Conference Lovemaking

Conference Lovemaking

I left the conference on the fourth morning in mixed spirits and flew back to Sydney. After saying goodbye to Creagh on the previous evening, I went back to the bar and drank alone until the early hours, reflecting on the last couple of days.

Quite drunk, I staggered to the airport, high, elated and in love. In love with the image and personality of Creagh. He lived in Adelaide, and there was no way he would leave his wife and kids, despite his protestations on the second night of the conference when we met Aiden and David.

While living in a domesticated relationship in Sydney, I never viewed my life in the same way after that last visit to Melbourne. My experience with Creagh changed something in me. He was the holiday lover that could never be repeated, but he opened, or awakened, something in me. The gay genie was out of the bottle. Despite swapping mobile numbers, we never contacted each other after parting.

About six months later, I took a flight to the Gold Coast to visit my ailing father. His energy levels were much diminished as he battled cancer, and so he took frequent naps throughout the day. That left me with free time, and I used it to have a few beers either at the Burleigh Heads Tavern or the Southport Surf Club, where I would stare at the ocean and try to reconcile an internal conflict.

Was love with another man possible? I convinced myself that I fell in love with Creagh in three days. The foursome with Aiden and David was, I rationalised, pure debauchery. It was the way he looked at me, the way he kissed me, the way he made love to me. All this was new territory for me, and I obsessed over it since I came back from Melbourne.

Domestic life took a back seat. I never looked at my partner and her children in an earlier marriage with the same reverence that I once did. Our relationship quickly withered on the vine, and I sought options to discreetly exit.

My week on the Gold Coast provided me with clarity and perspective. On the third night, which I though later was prophetic, provided clarity and perspective. Watching a skank pick up two blokes at the pub and decamp to the beach for a railing made me think of my partner's youngest daughter doing something similar and having to deal with the fallout. Then there was the mediocre sex life, which revolved around one position. I decided to end that shit show as soon as I got back to Sydney.

Around 2 AM, I noticed a man sitting on an adjacent stool, taking out his phone and furiously tapping away. He seemed upset and wiped a tear from his eyes with a napkin. Glancing over, he was dressed in a Fred Perry polo shirt and navy blue shorts. I judged him slightly younger than me, in excellent shape and with a pleasant face.

"Are you okay?" I asked instinctively.

This good-looking man looked at me and was visibly upset. Tears streamed down his high-boned cheeks. Whatever was going on in his personal life appeared to be deeply disturbing.

"My ex got custody of our children," He blurted out, "Based on false accusations."

"Fuck!" I stammered, unsure how to respond, "That's rough."

We talked for a bit, and this mystery man firmed up a bit. His personal history sounded terrible, and I did my best to provide some level of comfort.

"Her vindictiveness came about when I left her for a man," The stranger said, "Never felt comfortable with her. Peer pressure."

He went on to detail the history of his life in intimate detail. Remarkable coming from a total stranger, but he clearly needed someone to vent to. And that person was, evidently, me.

I sat patiently listening to his story and feeling very sympathetic. Over time, he improved in temperament and even cracked some funny jokes.

"I'm Jason, by the way, and you?

"Michael, nice to meet you," He grinned, "Sorry for being a pain."

"Don't give it a second thought."

After some small talk, Michael asked me if I was gay.

"I'm not sure," I replied honestly before recounting my experiences in edited form last year in Melbourne.

"And now," Michael asked.

"I can't stop thinking about it," I said, "I just felt happy and safe."

"And fulfilled, I imagine?"

Well, I was certainly filled in several ways over those three days. However, it was the emotional connection that really resonated with me. The same resonance that kept Creagh and me from contacting each other.

"What about you?"

"The gay lifestyle has certainly been challenging for me," Michael snorted, "Seems to be based around casual hookups rather than meaningful relationships."

"So, you've had a lot of one-night stands?"

"Yes, and some short-term relationships that always ended in cheating."

These revelations were surprising for me to hear. I had not considered what the gay world would be like because Creagh was sort of my first reintroduction to it, and there was an unspoken promise made to each other while in Melbourne that was never going to happen. The thought of rampant promiscuity appalled me.

"Maybe, this isn't for me?" I opined.

"Not every gay man is a root rat," Michael chuckled, "I'm not."

"Good to hear," I smiled, "I couldn't be."

"I don't really embrace the gayness," Michael continued, "I like men, but I'm not a fan of being gay."

"Isn't that a contradiction?"

"You'd think so," Michael smiled, "I just want to live my life quietly behind closed doors, without any fuss."

"One sympathises," I said, draining my glass, "That would suit me."

"Nothing in Sydney for you?"

"Haven't looked," I replied, "Don't know where to start."

"Yeah, that's tough," Michael agreed, "Not the Cross?"

Michael was referring to Kings Cross in Sydney, where there is a thriving gay scene as well as notorious prostitution dens. It's not a place one goes to when first starting on such a journey of sexual discovery. My expression alone answered the question.

"Websites?"

"Looked at one," I sniffed, "Nobody dares to meet, even for a drink."

"Here's to single life," Said Michael rather fatalistically, "Thank you for letting me vent."

"You are very welcome," I said earnestly, "A final shot for the night?"

"Sure," He smiled, "You live around here?"

"Staying with my dad over the hill."

"How long are you here?"

"End of the week," I said, "Did you want to catch up while I'm here?"

"Love too," Michael beamed.

After the shot of whiskey, the bar staff announced the bar was closing. There seemed to be a mutual reluctance for us to leave.

"Takeaways?" Michael asked.

"Why not?"

Michael purchased a four-pack of Canadian Club, a drink favoured by my soon-to-be ex-partner. We walked to the foreshore and admired the ferocity of the surf before walking along the path toward Noth Burleigh. Half way along the path was a rocky headland that we walked up to that provided spectacular nighttime views of the northern and southern stretch of the Gold Coast.

Leaning against the wooden railing we supped from the cans and starred blankley as the waves crashed against the shore. The two of use sizing up the other. Superficially, Michael was the only man I met after Creagh. He was attractive and witty but seemed damaged and therefore vulnerable. I did not want to jump in too soon.

"Will you hug me?" he asked as if to underscore my assessment.

"Be happy to!"

Michael's embrace was warm and heartfelt. I felt a twinge of guilt as my cock hardened. Afterwards, he thanked me for being around to assist his anguish.

"Do you have to go back to Sydney?" He asked with a smile.

"At some point."

"Would you like to do something while you're here?"

"Like a hookup?" I asked, "I though we agreed we didn't like them."

"What's keeping you in Sydney?" Michael asked, "Your dad's here. Why not move here."

"That's not an answer," I chuckled but knowing his angle.

"Well, were clearly attracted to each other," He said, carefully before adding, "Why not give it a go?"

"You want to date?"

"It's my clumsy way of asking you out, yes."

I turned away, but I was flattered and rapidly growing hard at the prospect of a future. Was Michael a Creagh 2.0 or his own man? In my heart, I felt it was the latter. What worried me was his emotional baggage from the toxic fallout from the marriage and his kids. Perhaps these were questions I could contemplate back in Sydney while I wrapped up my affairs?

"I would be honoured," I gushed.

We embraced and kissed passionately. Michael's mouth tasted of beer, wine and CC, but the way his tongue danced melted me. Our hands gently rolled over each other's shirts, feeling the other's body while our bulges pressed together.

"Wow, you're a good kisser!" Michael whispered when we broke the embrace.

"Likewise!" I replied, licking my lips.

The two of us resumed our former posture and cracked the last two cans. My mind was awash with emotion and excitement. Since Creagh, my heart was alive! However, I was keen to keep my powder dry, which took tremendous self-control. There were five days left on the Gold Coast.

"You want to meet tomorrow?" Michael asked.

"Would love to."

"How about dinner at Mr Hirzolas?"

"Works for me."

Michael crushed the can and threw it into the plastic bag. We walked down from the lookout back to the footpath. Michael seemed to usher me towards his place, which turned out to be a low-rise apartment, halfway between Burleigh and North Burleigh. As we walked, Michael snaked his little finger into mine, a gesture that I appreciated.

At his entrance hall, Michael asked me in. I replied that maybe we can do that later in the week if all goes well. He reluctantly agreed, and we leaned in for a kiss and a hug. It was close to 4 AM when I reluctantly walked back to my Father's unit. I was going to be dog tired the next day, or today.

***

When I finally emerged from the guest bed, my father mocked my late rising but generously made me a breakfast for lunch. I could not stop looking at my phone, waiting for a message from Michael.

"Meet for a drink at the Local," He texted, "Then Hizolas next door?"

"Time?"

"6 PM?"

"That late?"

"See you then."

To kill time, I took the bush walk from the Burleigh Heads National Park and ended up at Tallebudgera Creek for a much-needed swim. As I lay on the beach drying off, I fended off messages from my ex-partner, lying of course. My thoughts were with Michael, who kept texting how excited he was to meet up.

Time crawled, but eventually 5 PM arrived. I went to the Local and paid an exorbitant amount for a beer, but watched a cross-section of society come and go. I had a book about the Siege of Malta, which was engaging, but I could not stop looking at my watch or my phone. I had to stop my fingers from tapping on the bench.

At the appointed time, Michael strode in like he owned the place. My heart jumped, but I stayed frosty as I shook his firm hand. I watched his cat-like movements as he negotiated the bar and came back with two drinks.

"Missed you today," Michael smiled.

"Same."

"What were you thinking?"

"It's a bit early to divulge my thoughts," I swelled up with embarrassment as I shuffled uncomfortably on my bench opposite my paramour.

"Ah, same as me."

After a few beers and shots, we decamped next door and had a wonderful Asian-fused dinner. Throughout that meal, I could not restrain my emotions, but I did so with restraint. This man, who kept his emotions deeply hidden today yet so manly and worldly, was a massive turn-on.

"You had a good time?" Michael asked as we walked along the track between Burleigh and North Burleigh again.

I took his hand in mine and answered that I had a wonderful evening. Would I like to come inside for a nightcap? As that hoary old chestnut. Yes, I would. My heart was pounding. Michael's apartment was spacious, generously appointed and had a good view of the ocean. On the dresser in the lounge was a decanter of whiskey. Michael filled a glass for me without asking.

Sharing the drink, we sat outside listening to the boom of the surf. Cigar? Sure. Michael was full of classy surprises. I had not enjoyed a cigar since 2014 after a boozy work trip to Cairns. The smoke was smooth and certainly put my mind in a powered-down status.

"Refill?"

"Please."

Michael brought the whiskey decanter from the lounge and filled the glasses on the table between the two chairs. Placing the stopper in the neck of the glass bottle, Michael came over to me, knelt between my legs and stroked them.

"I want you to make love to me."

"Then kiss me."

Michael leaned in and placed his lips to mine. His technique was less polished than Creagh's, but that was a lover I was never going back to, so best forget him. Michael was sexy, intelligent and classy. My feelings had moved on, and I was attracted to Michael in a big way.

As our lips struggled to find a rhythm, my cock quickly became hard, and I resisted the attempt to direct his hand to my crotch. My preference was to let Michael find his way. It did not take him long.

"May I?"

"Go for it."

Michael massaged my growing bulge in his soft hands. He complimented me on my hardness. Michel continued to play with my crotch while kissing me. Adrenaline was coursing through my veins as I ran my fingers through his generous hair.

"Let me suck you?"

Michael deftly unbuckled my belt and shorts, quickly removing me of my boxer shorts. He took my leaking cock in his strong, confident hands and stroked it gently, fixing his gaze on the piss hole. With the greatest subtlety, Michael blew on the tip.

"Don't fucking tease me," I sounded pathetic.

Using the most gentle movements, Michael used the tip of his tongue to massage the tip of my cock. I almost fainted and swore massively as my body spasmed. When his mouth swallowed my length in his Generous mouth, Michael almost caused me to lose my shit!

"Fuck, that's so good!"

Michael's oral skills were the best I have ever experienced. Not only could he take the full length down his throat, but his mouth had room enough to lick my rapidly shrinking ball sack. Michael knew exactly what he was doing and edged me to perfection. Bringing me to the brink, then pulling back.

"Fuck, Michael, you are driving me crazy!"

"Can't let you come too soon," He winked, "I have needs too."

"Such as?"

Michael stood up and discarded his lower garments, revealing a hairy, hard cock. I asked him to bring that cock to my face, and I greedily devoured him. Much to my surprise, he came quickly, freely and hard, coating my throat with a thick lining of hot sperm.

"Fuck, you are good." Michael panted, barely able to stay on his feet, "Want to fuck me?"

"Sure," I grinned and took a slug of whiskey that wiped out the taste of his semen.

Michael took a step away and turned around, showing his beautiful buttocks. He spread one cheek and, with the other hand, spat on his fingers and rubbed them over his dark hole. The darkness meant I could not see exactly what he was doing, but within a moment, Michael lowered his anus onto my cock. With a hiss, Michael was balls deep on my cock.

I held his waist while Michael gripped the armrests until his dirty hole acclimatised to such an alien intrusion. His silhouetted body looked amazing in the moonlit darkness. I loved the way Michael wiggled his body on my cock before he started the serious business of jacking my cock off with his arse tunnel.

"Let's go to the bedroom," Michael panted after a few minutes of riding my groaning cock.

In his room, he fucked missionary, cowboy and side saddle. There was only so much sex I could handle with this man, and I needed a release.

"Don't come inside me," Michael hissed unexpectedly, "Not yet."

I pulled my cock out of Michael's tight arsehole and lay on my back. Without hesitation, he took my shitty stick in his mouth and sucked me hard.

"In my mouth," Michael pleased, "I want it."

Minutes later, I exploded, bucking and spasming hard and swearing profanely. My orgasm was as strong as they come and lasted longer than I recalled with any woman, or man, for that matter.

"Wow, you taste amazing!" Michael grinned, running his fingers over his mouth to scoop up the random shots that he missed.

"That was so good," I groaned, "You were so good."

"We were so good," Michael grinned before lying down for a cuddle, "Want to sleep over?"

"Love to."

After several shots of whiskey laying naked in his lounge room, Michael and I slept together, his hugging me all night, and me feeling safe, secure and loved in his embrace. I thought of Creagh and silently thanked him for awakening something in me that sought out the love of men.

Five months later, I left Sydney and moved permanently to the Gold Coast. Michael and I have been together to this day in an exclusive and loving relationship. Thank you, Creagh, for all we did together.