This is an entry in HEROISM: THE OGGBASHAN MEMORIAL EVENT 2023. This story features my recurring character Matt (a muscular, well-hung, 26-year-old sex addicted male exhibitionist) recalling his brief, casual, but ultimately deeply fulfilling relationship with a quietly heroic single mother. This is a CFNM story featuring male nudity, female-of-male body worship, male-of-female body worship, and one-on-one sexual activity. This is a work of complete fiction. All characters are over eighteen. I am endeavouring to write a CFNM "Oz Beach Boy" story in every Literotica category. This entry: "Erotic Couplings".
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It was a cool autumn's night in Sydney, Australia. I was lying naked in the king-size bed of my girlfriend, Odessa Prince. We'd had incredible sex an hour before, and my gorgeous partner was quietly sleeping, her perfect, pyjama-clad body buried beneath the rumpled bedsheets and blankets.
I was incredibly satisfied by the great sex we'd just enjoyed, and also by the deepening bond that was growing between Odessa and I. I was, however, a little unsettled, and I was having trouble sleeping. A couple of things were playing on my mind, and it was keeping me up despite the general sense of peace and pleasure that I'd been luxuriating in for the last couple of months.
Two events had sent my mind into a rare flurry of over-activity. A literary figure who I admired had passed away earlier that day, and I was saddened both by the obvious loss to his family, and also by the fact that I would no longer be able to enjoy the author's wry, intelligent, entertaining novels of suspense that frequently featured unlikely heroes battling corrupt, seemingly all-powerful systems and organisations.
The media had also lately been filled with stories about an Australian military hero who had recently experienced a major and very public fall from grace. Once viewed as a brave soldier who personified everything admirable about the military, this man -- big in both stature and presence -- had been revealed as a brutish killer of innocents.
It was a deeply disturbing and extremely polarising story, and it provoked a heated, multi-layered debate right across the Australian media. The whole sad and sorry affair had been playing on my mind a lot.
The convergence of these two events had me thinking a lot about heroism, and the many forms it took. In the case of these two men, the pen did indeed appear to be mightier than the sword, with the muscle and physical strength of one man uncovered as meaningless, while the intelligence and creativity of another would hopefully live on forever, long after his sad passing.
Lying restlessly in bed next to Odessa, I recognised the decency, sensitivity and passion of my quietly heroic girlfriend, who always stood up for what she thought was right, and who frequently placed herself in the corner of society's underdogs and marginalised through her regular charity work.
I thought too of my equally quietly heroic best friend, confidante and one-time foster sister, Darby Hamilton, who had emerged from a horrific childhood in foster care and state institutions as a strong young woman with a true sense of social justice.
As a lesbian, Darby had experienced discrimination and difficulty throughout her life, but she always rose above it with grace and good humour, and campaigned vigorously for many organisations dedicated to promoting the rights of those in the LGBTQIA+ communities. Darby Hamilton was a champion, and I was overjoyed to have her in my life.
My mind, however, kept drifting back to someone I didn't know nearly as well as Darby and Odessa. Before I started my relationship with Odessa, I'd been enjoying casual sexual relationships with a number of women, and the most bewitching of the group was unquestionably Monica Halsey, a single mother I met while doing volunteer work the previous Christmas at The Neil Hamilton Fairley Hospital.
Though we only met occasionally for very, very warm and enjoyable sex, I had grown to deeply respect and admire the beautiful Monica Halsey. Aged in her very early forties, Monica was the mother of Archie, a freckle-faced eleven-year-old boy courageously battling leukaemia.
Despite the awful situation in which she'd been placed, Monica was always friendly and funny and up for a laugh. Bringing her a cup of tea in the afternoon was literally the highlight of my day volunteering at the hospital.
I'd never seen Archie's father around, and I later learned that this spineless prick had run out on Monica and Archie, too weak of heart to stand by his family when they really needed him. Instead, this apparently high-flying financial advisor had taken up with a woman half his age, and was frequently late in making his family support payments, despite clearly enjoying a flashy, fancy lifestyle.
Though I'm a fairly freewheeling, decidedly unwholesome, often sleazy and immoral narcissist myself, the shitty behaviour of Monica's ex-husband, Carl, was an absolute affront to me.
While many in Australia apparently admired this piss-weak big-shot for his career success, financial wealth, good looks, and regular appearances in the social pages, Carl Halsey was worthy only of utter contempt in my opinion. He might have gotten all the attention, but Monica was definitely the hero in their relationship.
I was at The Neil Hamilton Fairley Hospital to volunteer and do the right thing, but I just couldn't help noticing how profoundly appealing Monica Halsey was. A fair bit older than me but sexy in a reserved, casual kind of way, Monica had long, mousy brown hair frequently pulled back in a ponytail. She had lively brown eyes and strong, sharp features, which were charmingly accentuated by the stylish tortoise-shell glasses she always wore.
An accountant by trade, Monica also had a very cheeky, naughty side as well, which she displayed in full-force when she surprisingly asked me to perform a "Sexy Santa" strip show for her and four of the other mothers on the children's ward...all in a safely locked room well away from the kids, of course! [See Story: "Oz Beach Boy's Xmas Hospital Strip"]
Though fairly outrageous, this kind of behaviour was pretty much par-for-the-course for me at the time. Though not clinically diagnosed as such, I'm most certainly addicted to sex. I'm a 26-year-old narcissistic Aussie male exhibitionist who loves getting nude, preferably with women watching me. That's my kink, and it's taken me to some truly bizarre places.
I spend hours training to get my body as ripped and muscular as I possibly can. Though partially for health and fitness purposes, my workout regime is principally designed to get my rig as shredded as possible in order to attract as much female attention as I can.
I like to show off and put myself in potentially sexy situations, particularly around Sydney's many beaches and secluded coastal bays. I'm in a near perpetual state of horniness, and I've enjoyed a lot of sordid sex and many, many kinky hook-ups in my time.
All of that, however, got parked when Odessa and I agreed to embark upon a relationship together. She wanted us to be monogamous, and even though I knew it would be difficult, I agreed because I was so incredibly taken with her. [See Story: "Oz Beach Boy & Odessa Come Together"]
Last Christmas, however, it was Monica Halsey who I was very taken with. We had very hot, passionate sex at the hospital right after my silly but highly arousing strip show, coming together in a truly amazing way.
We then continued to see each other afterwards for a little while until Monica started a relationship with a handsome doctor treating Archie. Thankfully that meant I didn't have to break things off with her when I started seeing Odessa, which would have really hurt.
