Forward:
I am a great fan of Bill Bryson. Having read his book entitled, Down Under, I was intrigued by a passage in his book that dealt with his journey from Sydney to Adelaide. During the excursion, he visited a town named Young, also renowned as the cherry capital of Australia. While in this town, he encountered a store that doubled as the local pet store and porn shop, one all the most unlikely and unusual combinations you could imagine. He didn’t elaborate too much about the place but went on to say that the back section of this store yielded things that he simply couldn’t write about. In light of his revelation, I have decided to write my own and very different version of this narrative…
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My grandfather loved books and had an unbelievable collection. During my visits to him, he would often recommend books to me, and being an avid reader, I would devour them at speed. Having the ability to read very speedily, a novel a day was never a problem for me. One of his novels I read was entitled; ‘A Town Like Alice’ by Neville Shute. After that, I read many of Mr. Shute’s novels and particularly loved his writing style.
Alice, a town located in the Australian outback, captured my imagination due to this novel and I always hoped that I would visit it someday.
Having long wanted to visit Australia, therefore, I planned my three-week Australian holiday, including the challenge of traversing the formidable distance between Adelaide to Darwin, the arid central region of this continent. One of the things I liked best in this world was to be behind the steering wheel of a vehicle and driving vast distances, gleefully lost in my own company and imagination.
Time was not an issue for me, and the thought of visiting one of the places I had read about as a child, excited me enormously.
Naturally, my vacation commenced in Sydney. I enjoyed my two-day visit enormously, and to cut a long story short about my visit there, I can gleefully tell you that the saunas and action bars met with my approval. Added to this, let me also say that Australian men are fuckin’ hot.
Next, I then flew to Melbourne where more m2m elation followed. After yet another two-day stay of carnal pleasure and sightseeing, I then flew to Adelaide. I was excited about this eventuality, because it was the primary reason for my holiday, as I have earlier alluded to. The enticement of the outback oblivion and the two thousand miles plus journey that lay ahead for me was very tantalizing.
At this point, however, I need to make a small confession. Having read a blog by a gay man who had recently accomplished this feat, one of those ‘bucket list’ concepts pervaded my motivation.
Let me explain as follows:
The writer of this blog reported that in Alice Springs, he had visited one of the most unusual stores he had ever been to. Of all the arbitrary combinations that one could imagine, there was a pet shop in Alice named, ‘Paws & Claws.’ What made this store astonishing, however, was its dual purpose in the town. Amazingly, it also doubled up as the local porn store. Additionally, this store also had a backroom action section, which according to him was awesome. Needless to say, my slutty heart simply had to experience one of the most bizarre permutations of a business, which I had ever heard about.
Just in case you think me a total philistine, let me defend myself by saying that this store was not the chief motivation for my trip, and the sightseeing aspect of the trip was certainly my major consideration. But as you may well imagine, it certainly influenced the pecking order of my future planned holidays, which lay ahead for me.
I arrived in Adelaide mid-afternoon and after renting an appropriate SUV for my trip, I did the requisite sightseeing that I had planned. As this story is not a travel log I will spare you my favourable impressions.
I had an early night because I needed to be up early the following morning to set out on my voyage.
At six a.m. the next day, I commenced my three-day journey. As you would surmise, en-route to Alice I had planned a detour to visit Uluru and spend the day visiting there.
I am pleased that I got to see one of the natural wonders of the world, and I must express the awe I felt in doing so. It was spectacular!
Once again, I left very early the following morning hoping to get to Alice in the early afternoon just after two p.m. As I neared the town I was as horny as hell and decided that the pet shop would definitively be my first port of call.
I giggled to myself reflecting on the extreme lengths that most people would assume I was going to, to get my rocks off. The journey thus far, however, had been great, and I also assured myself that the future telling of this tale at dinner parties, would most probably eclipse most of the other, ‘unusual places where one had sexual experiences’ stories. My only worry was that elaborate plans like this can often lead to disappointment. I was, nevertheless, hopeful that Eros would be kind to me.
As I suspected, the store was slightly outside of the main business area. After parking my vehicle I was trembling as I finally entered the business, filled with lusty anticipation.
Inside, the store wasn’t busy and I was the only other person, other than the guy standing behind a counter. Without delay, I approached and rhetorically asked if they had an adult section.
After answering in the affirmative, he pointed to a green door at the left side of the back wall.
“I’ll buzz you in,” he advised, before asking, “Oh, do you also want to visit the cinema section?”
“Sure,” I replied.
The man then informed me of the cost involved, which I readily paid. Then, after handing me a token, he explained, “Just put this token in the slot next to the door in the adult section, which is in the middle of the wall on the right-hand side of the room.” Then, after a brief pause, he finally concluded, “And, by the way, we have two cinemas. The one on the right shows straight porn, and the one on the left, gay porn.”
“Got it,” I assured him, before making my way to the green door.
After hearing the buzzer I entered the room. There was shelving all around the room, except for in front of the cinema section door, and there were also three back to back, free-standing shelves in the centre of the room.
The DVDs on offer were all very neatly categorized into the various sexual proclivities, around the perimeter of the room, and all the centre shelves were filled with every imaginable sex toy one could imagine. I was not on a buying trip and by now the token in my hand was red-hot with anticipation, and as eager as I was to get my arse slotted.
As the cinema door opened there was a dark passage before me with a partition running down the middle. At the far side on either end, there were doorways from which light emanated. I could easily discern that the dim illumination came from television screens in these rooms. This light was accompanied by the unmistakable sounds from speakers, presumably from the televisions, of people fucking. The volume was not very loud, doubtlessly so that the two opposing viewing rooms would not interfere with one another’s entertainment. Once I closed the door behind me the passage ahead of me was fairly dark.
I decided to first look in on the straight porn on offer, in the room to the right.
Peering in, I observed a bulky looking man seated in the single row of seats against the back wall to my right, opposite the large flat-screen television that was to my left. Not wanting to take any chances, and cognizant that this was, after all, the straight section, I averted my gaze quickly to the television screen.
On the monitor, there were two hulky looking men who were busy with a busty blond, who getting spit-roasted in the doggy position. The one guy was on his back with her head bobbing up and down on his dick, while the other man stood at the bottom of the bed, fucking her from behind.
I had always enjoyed this type of straight porn, where both men were noticeably visible and very hot. The straight porn where the camera was focussed on whorish sluts licking their lips and fondling their overinflated tits, while a solitary and scarcely visible guy fucks them, always turned me off.
As I watched, the female in the movie moved upward and impaled herself on the dick of the guy lying on his back. The other hunk then moved up on his knees and commenced fucking her arse.
Bravely glancing back at the man watching the television for several seconds, he had by now begun to actively fondle his unzipped genitals. Regrettably, however, as I did so he did not offer me any eye contact at all.
Fearful that I may be barking up the wrong tree, I swiftly made my way to the gay cinema section.
In there, it appeared that my fortunes had further diminished because the room was completely devoid of another human being. The movie, however, was incredibly hot as I observed the action. On the screen there was a large tattooed bear, giving a small twink a very rigorous fucking.
With my visual stimulation at least taken care of, for the time being, I sat down on one of the chairs against the back wall, hoping like hell that another token may soon change my fortunes.
To my amazement, the hunky individual from next door was soon standing in the opening to the gay section. As I alternated my gaze between him and the screen, he slowly moved in my direction and seated himself two chairs away from me. He was precisely the kind of man that turned me on. He had large hands and huge boots, with thick legs and arms protruding from the khaki shirt and short pants he was wearing. His dark hair was short-cropped and there was a tell-tale sweat ring around his head, presumably from a hat that he had been wearing and left in his vehicle. He was precisely the ‘farmer Joe’ looking individual that I had hoped to encounter.
His demeanour, which I had formerly surmised was indifference, now also underwent a substantial change. From the moment he sat down two seats away from me, his bearing became a lot more salacious and engaging. After a short while, he arose and removed his shorts and underpants, before placing them on his seat and sitting back on top of them.
Next, he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a hairy stomach and an impressive uncut cock and balls. As he commenced playing with his dick he instantly cracked a fat. During my Sydney visit, I had been introduced to this Aussie slang phrase, which describes a guy getting an erection.
As I lustfully looked at his impressive throbber (throbbing cock), he smiled at me and asked, “Aren’t you going to take your clobber (clothing) off?”
“But what if someone else comes in here?” I anxiously asked.
“It is evident that you’re not from around here, mate,” and before I could answer, he continued, “All the men who come here are mostly married guys looking for a gobby (blowjob) or to stick their dongers (dicks) in a bonk-hole (backside). We are all here for the same thing, mate, so no worries.”
By now I was so horny, that my concerns flew out of the window. Summarily, got up and also removed my shorts and underpants, before also unbuttoning my shirt. The man now gave me a hand gesture by waving me closer as he pointed at his erect knob, clearly demanding a gobby.
After I knelt before him my hand took hold of his cock before my lips zeroed in on my reward. The smell of his crotch was heavenly and the taste of his mutton gun (another Aussie term for cock, which I had learned in Melbourne) was incredible.
As my head started bobbing steadily, his huge hands began caressing my head to the sounds of approving sighs and groans. As the intensity of his grasp increased, my throat battering meaningfully intensified.
I was elated by what was happening and my fears that this place might not live up to my expectations, completely evaporated.
“It’s time to bury my hatchet,” the man now announced with a chuckle, as he arose and moved behind me. After my torso leaned on the chair he had been sitting on, he opened stance before I briefly felt a thick finger that he had spat on, fingering my butt.
Next, his cock-head kissed my pucker momentarily, before he speared his dick vigorously into me. As I let out a yelp, his vice-like hands clamped onto my hips, leaving me in no doubt that escape was simply not an option. As my backside ached, his thrusting animatedly commenced.
“Hi, Jerry, looks like you found some fresh meat,” I heard a voice saying.
As I glanced over my shoulder I saw a very tall lanky man standing in the doorway.
“Yeah, Hank, and this lamb gives a great gobby as well,” Jerry, the name of the man who was fucking me, announced.
“Well then, why don’t you turn his body to the side so that I can tickle his tonsils while you fuck him,” Hank advised.
Jerry now compliantly steered my body left by forty-five degrees, while continuing to fuck me.
As Hank moved before me and began unzipping his trousers, his workman’s hands moved very deftly as they pushed his jeans and underwear downward. As I looked at his very long uncut dick, I saw one of the most abundant overhang foreskin snouts I had ever seen. The puckered tube of skin hanging off the front of his knob was mesmerizing.
“Open your gob and get a move-on,” Hank announced, as his hand cupped my chin and encouraged my head upward. With his dick now fully erect, two inches of tubular skin still dangled off the front of his cock.
As his pale sausage moved past my lips and the foreskin snout touched my tongue, a pissy taste immediately tantalized my taste buds. I was beside myself with elation as my spit roasting now got fully underway, with four masculine hands fully controlling my body.
“This is a great step up from the old poofters (queens) that normally hang out here,” Hank exclaimed between groans.
“Sure is,” Jerry agreed with a grunt.
As Jerry’s breathing now started becoming louder, he soon announced his impending climax.
“Do you want to unload into his mouth,” Hank then asked.
“Too laaate,” Jerry replied ecstatically as his body began to shudder.
“Pull your knob out very slowly, mate, so that I can churn your cream in his bunghole,” Hank suggested, before telling me to tighten my arse to prevent any spillage.
Hank now quickly pulled out of my mouth and moved around behind me. As his cock began to slide into my freshly fucked hole, Jerry arrived before me for a crotch cleaning.
As Hank thrust away, I finished off with Jerry before he proceeded to get dressed.
“Are you just visiting Alice, eh… What’s your name?” Jerry asked me.
“Tommy,” I answered, before addressing the first part of his question. “Yeah I’m just passing through, but I will still be here tomorrow,” I quickly qualified, hopeful that I would again see him the following day.
“Cool, I’ll be here at one,” Jerry replied, before departing with a goodbye waving gesture.
Hank now turned my body so that I could again anchor myself on the chair. It immediately became clear that he was in no hurry as he languidly continued to pump my backside. Additionally, his hands now started moving all over my back and shoulders as he lovingly caressed me. Soon, his icky hands moved onto my head before his work-stained digits sought out my mouth. There was a very strong taste of workshop labour and nicotine on his fingers, but I didn’t mind that at all. This even enhanced the pleasure of my overall experience.