We got back to the hotel. "That was good." I said. "Yeah" agreed Justin. "Where to next?" he asked. I grinned. "I was thinking the bed" Justin laughed. "Ok" he said enthusiastically. He stripped and so did I and I jumped on top of him. I laughed "what?" Justin said. "This is what those football players were doing, the only difference is, they had clothes on." Justin laughed. I flipped him over. I slipped a condom on and coated it and Justin's hole in lube. I slowly pushed my dick in his ass and let him adjust. Then I started thrusting in and out rapidly. I reached under him and started pumping his dick. I knew he was about to cum and I stopped pumping his dick. "Arrgh!" he yelled in frustration. "Sorry sunshine" I grunted. I kept thrusting in and out of him and I came. "Arrgh!" I moaned. I suddenly took his dick in my mouth and gave him the best fucking blowjob of his life. He came in my mouth. I swallowed every last drop. We layed next to each other for a few minutes until I got up to have a shower. He followed me in. the shower was considerably smaller than the one in the loft, but we squeezed in anyway. It was only 7pm and I wanted to get drunk. I wondered what the Sydney equivalent of Liberty Avenue was. I got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist. I switched on the television. An image of a bright float with a drag queen atop of it greeted my eyes. "This is footage of last year's gay and lesbian Mardi Gras held on sydenys gay strip, Oxford Street." Bingo! I thought I called out to Justin. "Put on your partying clothes sunshine! We're going out!" Justin came out wearing a towel around his waist. "Do you think sydeny has a liberty avenue?" he asked "yeah" I said "it has an Oxford street
We got to the western side of Oxford Street. Our cabbie said that was where we should go. He also said there were a few clubs and bars there. I saw a club that reminded me of Babylon. We walked in and I felt as though we were back in the Pitts, except I haven't had any of these men. "Want a drink?" I said to Justin. He walked over to the bar. "What would you blokes want?" said the bartender. I looked puzzled. "Umm… excuse me?" I said. "Oh, I see, yanks" he said. "Here's the selection… Heineken, Jim bean, Tooheys, 4X, Carltons, and then those Martinis and stuff like that. But I daresay you two are fed up with them, so I recommend Tooheys...but I must warn you… it's a bit stronger than the stuff you are used to." Said the guy. "Ok" I said. I had never heard of that drink but agreed anyway. He handed us a blue can and I tasted it. It tasted like the stuff back in America, but stronger. "Whoa" I said. "What's it like?" asked Justin. "It's pretty good actually." I said. "Another one." I said. The bartender game Justin one. After we had a couple each, we went to dance. It was good to see that I was a god, even in Australia. Same with Justin. A couple of guys came over to us and started dancing with us. "Hey buddy… where can we fuck?" I asked the guy I was with. He smiled and led me to the bathroom. We walked in and went into one of the cubical. Except instead of a toilet inside there was another door. He led me, Justin and Justin's fuck into the "backroom" I grinned. The guy gave me an incredible blowjob and I turned him around and fucked him. I had no idea what Justin was doing, and frankly, I didn't care.
We made it back to the hotel after an amusing cab ride. "Where to?" said the cab drive. "Ha-ha" I laughed. I was too drunk to remember the hotel's name. "The place… you know! With a roof!" giggled Justin. The cabbie was amused and asked us to empty our pockets. I took out my wallet, full of that funny Australian money, my phone, and the hotel key. "Can I have a look at that?" asked the cabbie. The key read the address of our hotel. He gave it back to me. "Had a good night?" he asked us. "You know… I did…" I coughed. Justin looked at the city. "Whoa! Look at the lights." I looked. "Holy shit! There is like… a thousand!" I said. Justin started to count them, but had forgotten what came after 11. The cabbie stopped outside of the hotel. "Have a good evening" he said before he drove off. We went in and got in the elevator. Or floor number was 11, and we pressed all the buttons between where we were and there. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but the continuous stopping and starting was beginning to make me feel sick. We finally got to our room and I immediately collapsed on the bed. I'm pretty sure Justin did the same.