With Daniel's conversion to anal sex, I fucked him on every occasion possible. Sadly, our meetings became less frequent due to daylight saving that robbed us of our weekly post-work public meetings. As a result, we were reduced to fortnightly meetings at the sex shop in Melbourne's China Town. Still, they were better than nothing, and our sessions had a pornographic intensity to them.
While Daniel knew about my reticence to receiving anal sex as I buggered his anus with increasing savagery as the fortnights ticked by, my thoughts increasingly turned to taking Daniel's cock in my back door.
I had not received anal sex in perhaps seven years, back when I lived in Western Australia and widely experimented with my sexuality. I did not miss it during those intervening years as my sexual pendulum swung decisively towards heterosexual encounters, but Daniel had reawakened my interest in male-on-male sex.
Daniel himself helped no end. He was blokey, intelligent, open-minded, and fun. He dressed well, possessed a sharp wit and was always quick to poke fun at himself. Every Wednesday, we continued catching up for after-work drinks at the Mitre Tavern and had a raucously good time together.
One day in the height of Summer, Daniel sent me a text inviting me to join him at his holiday home at Lake Eildon for the coming weekend. He explained that his wife would be flying to Hong Kong for a week on business and that he was free.
Of course, I accepted without hesitation and decided on the spot that I would surrender my anus to Daniel's cock. The rest of the week dragged by, and I was on edge that whole time, conjuring up several sexual scenarios and resisting the urge to masturbate.
When Saturday arrived, I packed an overnight bag and leisurely drove the three and a half hour journey to Lake Eildon, located in the picturesque Alpine region of Victoria. Daniel arrived the evening before, but I could not get away any earlier.
I parked up, grabbed my bag, and approached the front door excitedly. Daniel greeted me warmly by firmly shaking my hand.
"Welcome," He said and closed the door behind me, "The guest room's over there."
I deposited my bag on the bed and joined Daniel in the kitchen as he popped the caps of a pair of chilled beers.
"Cheers!" He said as we clinked bottles.
"Nice place," I said, trying my best to hide my covetousness.
"Let me show you around," He said with evident pride.
The two-bedroomed lakehouse was perched on high ground with a distant view of the Eildon Wier with an unfenced rear boundary that led to thickly wooded bushland.
"There's a rough track that winds itself down to the waterline," Daniel noted, "And another that connects to the town."
"And the Golden Trout Hotel?" I asked about the town's excellent tavern.
"Indeed," Daniel confirmed, "And tonight will be rocking."
His remark indicated that we would be patronising the pub later tonight.
The rest of the tour concluded swiftly, for the house was small in overall dimension consisting of an open plan kitchen and lounge and two bedrooms with ensuites spread over two floors. Still, its minimalist charm appealed and reflected Daniel's personality and tastes.
"How often do you come here?" I asked.
"Not often enough," Snorted Daniel, "We're here every long weekend and loan it to our friends whenever they want it."
"So, it gets plenty of action then?"
" I would say so, given the linen bill that pops into my inbox each month."
Daniel explained that he and his wife owned the place for nearly ten years and worked hard to rid themselves of the mortgage. He detailed plans to extend the rear deck and add a hot tub.
"There'll be some steamy encounters in that," I observed, remembering my encounters in a spa I once owned back when I lived in Western Australia.
"I bet," Daniel smiled and drained his beer, "What do you want to do for the rest of the afternoon?"
Resisting the temptation to suggest sex, my alternative was the bush walk to the town.
"It's those same four kilometres uphill," Daniel said, "And in the dark."
"Get a cab home, then?"
"Good idea," Daniel laughed.
"Here," He chucked me a disposable bottle of water and locked up the house.
Daniel was dressed smartly in a polo shirt, shorts that neatly contoured his sculpted buttocks and thighs, ankle socks and a pair of expensive-looking Nikes. By contrast, I was much plainer, wearing an Iron Maiden t-shirt, cargo shorts and sensible hiking boots.
The weather was fantastic as we navigated our way through the dense bush, following a track that barely qualified as one. I began to appreciate how inexperienced Australians and overseas visitors frequently get lost in the bush. Looking around oneself, the environment has no discerning features, no noise and little way of establishing one's whereabouts.
Despite being a downhill trek, exertion was involved, and I soon started sweating. Daniel's consideration of the water was very appreciated, and I gulped it down breathlessly.
"Don't get brain freeze!" He laughed, turning toward me, his pulse barely raised and his cock bulging against his shorts.
"You want me to take care of that?" I asked.
Daniel looked around before smiling and reaching for the clasp.
"Sure."
He dropped his shorts and briefs to his ankles before deftly stepping out of them. I approached his, bent at the waist, wrapped an arm around the small of Daniel's back and took his rapidly swelling pole in my other hand.
I blew on the tip, which elicited Daniel's groan and a shudder.
"Don't tease me," He whispered, "I've been waiting all week for this."
So had I. Opening my mouth wide, I engulfed Daniel's cook deep inside my waiting maw.
"Oh, fuck yeah!" He moaned as I relaxed my throat and took as much of Daniel's throbbing length as I could manage without choking.
His cock had a musky, stale flavour, with sweat and piss prominent. No doubt mine would taste similarly after the long drive up here. I became used to Daniel's flavour and sucked his cock with relish using lots of saliva to grease the shaft.
When I switched to Daniel's rapidly tightening ball sack, the extracellular fluid made his meat glisten in the sunlight.
"Fuck, your balls are tight, mate!" I breathed before throating his twitching pole.
