Yeah, okay. We skipped a day. Or two. You know something? I’m exhausted. We’re exhausted. So many planes. So many miles hiking. Makes me question my training schedule and my overall physical fitness. As long as my team can't see me wiped out at the end of these past couple of days it's all good.

The other day was our last day in Sydney, we did the Blue Mountain Wildlife Day Tour - I remember going on this when I was 10 or so. Not the same experience when you’re 40. It reminded Greg of the Grand Canyon. 

Yesterday we were at Kangaroo Island. I love that Greg scheduled so many memories from my childhood.  

But today - I'm most excited - boarding the plane now to head to Melbourne! 
I'm coming home, Melburnians! 

Sunday, March 29th

Wait? Day 5?? Where did Day 4 go? 

After our...e-hem...morning, after the Uluru Sorry Rocks were long gone.. and then Tanner's insane jump off of the Sydney Harbour Bridge, we took things to a quieter level. We got dressed up and headed for a nice dinner, then to the Sydney Opera House, although I had half a mind to skip the Opera House - Tanner looked, as always, sinful in a suit. Watching him eat across the table from me, licking his lips from the lemon butter sauce that topped his fish dish... The man was playing with fire - and he knew it. And secretly (although not so secret to anyone glancing at my slacks) - I loved it.

The concert was amazing. It might surprise you to learn that Tanner is quite a fan of classical music and I had gotten us tickets to Holst's The Planets - this concert was for a countdown to Earth Hour, another passion of Tanner's... Recycling, Reusing, and Reducing... 

When the concert ended, I was relieved that Tanner wanted to head back to the hotel as much as I did. Unfortunately, the trip and the past few days had taken a toll on us 'old men' and after we got back to the hotel, we crashed. But to me, sleeping in Tanner's arms is heaven.

Today, we were well rested, but left nothing behind! We decided to compare Australian wineries to those in California.

The wines were amazing and I texted Jim and Jess that they should make a tour down here and check things out. 

After a few stops, maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the way Tanner's black t-shirt clung to his chest, or how the khaki shorts hugged his ass... or maybe it was that Tanner continually found secret ways to brush up against me-front and back-all day long, and I well knew of his fantasy to secretly have sex in a public place, but I was both done being teased, and wanted nothing more than to make all of Tanner's dreams come true.

"You think you're mighty clever, don't you?" I asked, playfully threatening Tanner, pulling him into a fermenting cellar.  "And that just because you're forty now, I wouldn't bend you over one of these barrels and fuck you the way you've been begging for me to do all day."


"Really - just like that, mate? You'd fuck me? Here?" he asked, his accent so solid, it was as if he'd never spent a day in the US. "What if the tour guide notices we've gone missing? You're not afraid to get caught?" His voice was teasing and thick with lust, and my cock was thick with need. 

Without a word, I pushed Tanner up to a barrel and pushed him over it. His ass pushed at me was an intoxicating view. I tugged his hips back and worked my hands around him, unbuttoning and unzipping his shorts and pulled his shorts and boxer-briefs down.

When he groaned and wagged his ass at me, I almost blew it in my pants. I wet my thumb and pushed my thumb in to his tunnel and was welcomed. I loved that he was so ready. Quickly, I freed my raging hard-on and spit in my hand. I slicked up my dick and lined up, pressing into him.

I listened carefully and his breathing told me all I needed to know. I gripped his shoulders and pressed in quickly, his heat surrounding me. Tanner stifled his groan so we wouldn't get caught. Fuck! I loved this man! 

Fully seated, I waited. I waited for his ass to relax, and then - I went for it.

Maybe it was that we could be caught, or that I was so hungry for this man, but I didn't wait long. I leaned over him and grabbed his dick in a "courtesy reach around" which actually was as much a courtesy to me as to Tanner, and started thrusting into him. 

And in less than thirty seconds, I unloaded my balls into his ass and his seed spilled over my hand. 

I licked my hand watched as Tanner dressed himself. He then dressed me and kissed me deeply. 

"Thank you," he said, resting his forehead against mine. 

"Thank you," I answered back. "I look forward to making your every dream come true."

DAY 3: SYDNEY

Friday, March 27, 2014

Today, I jumped off the Sydney Harbour Bridge. Bungee jumped, but I jumped. Greg thought I was out of my mind. He refused to jump, instead he sat back and filmed it on his phone, while practically begging me to not jump.

Only yesterday, we’d both experienced repercussions of an inadvertently ‘stolen’ rock from Uluru. The curse of rocks, or anything else from the sacred grounds, manifesting in Greg and my’s sex life. But after this morning, I knew the curse was gone, our action of packing up the small red stone apparently satisfying the spirits, or whatever influenced our lack of erections. 

I woke up this morning, our first full day in Sydney, wrapped securely in Greg’s arms, my back to his front. I sighed at the comfortable familiarity. As my mind woke up, I recognized another ‘familiarity’ poking into my back… a familiarity indicating the curse of the ‘Sorry Rock’ may have been lifted. As that thought flooded through me, my own arousal kicked it. It felt great.

“Are you finally awake?” Greg whispered behind me.

I shimmied my ass against his erection in response. 

Greg’s response was to drag his arm, which had been draped over my waist, down to my morning wood. Slipping his hand into my shorts, he took me firmly in his hand. “Looks like all the rocks are back to how they should be,” he said.  

I pressed my hips back into him then turned around so we were face to face. I took in the sight before me. The morning light shone on his face, illuminating his morning stubble, blonde and accentuating his strong jaw. His eyes were bright, as if he’d been awake for hours.

“What time is it?” I asked.

Greg leaned in and kissed me, then said, “Who cares? We’re on vacation.” His mouth then brushed over my own morning stubble-lined jaw and down to my neck.

I rolled onto my back and waited in eager anticipation for what I knew was coming. Indeed, Greg almost immediately rolled on top of me and rubbed our bodies together, our dicks sliding along one another in an electric kind of way. 

Greg wasted no time. Sitting up on his knees he grabbed the bottle of lube on the side table and dribbled some into his hand. Slowly he slicked up his glorious, bobbing cock, my own dick twitching with excitement.

He leaned forward and slicked up my dick to, my orgasm rapidly building, not just at the attention, but at Greg’s excitement. Greg loved morning sex, maybe almost as much as I did, only further proving our compatibility. Taking both our dicks in his hand he lavished us with several strokes. I felt my cock swell and I groaned, biting down on my lip to not lose it so quickly. 

Greg read me like a book. His hand slipped to my back side, and automatically, I raised my knees. He teased my puckered hole with his finger a few times, then added a second. I couldn’t remember the last time I so desperately need to be fucked. I was about to beg when I felt Greg position himself at my entrance. 

I opened my eyes to find his glittering blues, sparkling in the sunlight, and his wicked smile aimed at me. “G’mornin’, Mate,” he said in his worst Aussie accent, and slowly slid home. 

We both groaned as Greg didn’t stop his onward press until he was fully seated.

I willed him to move, but he stayed still. My ass clenched around him involuntarily and the orgasm I was trying so desperately to hold off bubbled just beneath the surface. I gripped my dick tightly so I wouldn’t blow.

“Fuck,” Greg groaned. “It’s so hot when you do that.”

It was my turn to be wicked. Slowly I ran my hand up and down, Greg’s eyes glued to the action. 

“I’m not moving because I want this to last, but—”

“Who cares? We’re on vacation,” I echoed back to him. “We can lay around and fuck all day. But right now, I need to come.”  I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking my feet behind his back and pulled him tighter into me.

Greg’s nostril’s flared slightly and he swallowed. 

He pulled back slowly, then pushed back into me forcefully, causing us to both moan loudly. I grinned at him and gave my dicd another stroke.

“I fucking love you,” he said and pulled back and thrust back in again, only this time, he didn’t stop.

Each thrust was deliberate in the beginning, but soon gave way rapid pounding. 

“Here. We. Go.” Greg growled. I picked up the pace with my hand and a couple strokes later, our hips jerked and my cum spurted all over my chest. Neither of us were quiet, the pent up tension of not having gotten a release last night doubling the overwhelming relief and satisfaction of morning sex.

Greg collapsed onto me breathing heavily. 

“I love you, too,” I said, threading the fingers of my clean hand through his still thick blonde hair.

And then, after another round, that time me on top, and lunch—I bungee jumped. 

I cannot wait for tomorrow.

It would have been nice to sleep in, especially after the day - and night - Tanner and I had yesterday, but we had an early morning flight to come see the breathtaking Uluru Monolith today. The sight was majestic to say the least. Amazing that this massive formation wasn't even mapped until 1873! 

After we toured the rock and learned a lot of history, we boarded the second plane of the day and headed to Sydney - 

Although the view isn't what it was in Cairns, we did have impressive views of the Sydney Harbour Bridge.

It was late, so while we checked in, we ordered room service to be brought up. Up in the room we figured we'd take a quick shower to get the travel and the park off of us.

Tanner got in the shower first. I simply watched as the water sluiced over his magnificent form. I saw him crack an eye and spy me just before a wicked grin slipped across his face. He liked to be watched... and I loved watching. Tanner grabbed the bar of soap and unwrapped it then slid the bar all over his chest. The bubbles that formed and ran over his six-pack beckoned me and in less than a half of a minute I was in the shower with my man.

"I was wondering how long it was going to take you," Tanner growled, standing to the side to let the water hit me. 

Slowly he rubbed the bar all over my chest and abs.

"You're personal trainer is doing a hell of a job," he said, tracing my own rather impressive stomach. 

"Easy to do what the trainer tells you to do when he's drop dead gorgeous, an accomplished athlete, and has a sinful accent." Tanner had started training me shortly after we moved in to his house together since he had a whole room that was a gym. Everything from treadmill to nautilus to free weights.

"I think we need to train this at the moment," he said gripping my cock. 

I groaned and leaned against the back of the shower as Tanner got on his knees in front of me. I loved how he looked kneeling in front of me. And even more when I was in his mouth. 

When I didn't grow rock hard like I always did, I gave more of an effort to relax and enjoy Tanner's tongue and lips. He noticed that I wasn't responding like I normally did, and by responding, I mean that my cock didn't jump to attention, he pulled out his magic move... Gently - VERY gently - dragging his teeth along my length while cupping my balls, and running a finger along my back side... still nothing.  What the fuck?

"I don't get it. It feels great, but..."


"Must be all the traveling," he said standing and pulling me in for a hug. "Maybe a good nosh will help," he said referring to the dinner that was due in the room any minute.

"Yeah. Yeah, that's it," I said trying to reason the cause for my - um - unresponsiveness.

After we finished showering, we slipped on shorts and track pants, and just in the nick of time because our dinners arrived. We sat back and ate on the bed, with the TV on in the background. It was nice and comfortable - of course, doing anything with Tanner was wonderful.

While we ate, I could feel myself getting stronger, and concluded that, yes, it must have been hunger and fatigue that prohibited our shower escapade.

As Tanner took his last bite of potatoes, I pulled his plate away setting it on the night stand and situated myself between his legs, ready to discover my own largest Australian Rock formation. Not to mention that I was going to make up for the failed shower. 

I kissed his chest, paying special homage to my name inked across his heart. One day I was going to get a tattoo for Tanner, I just had to decide exactly where. Tanner assured me that I didn't have to rush in, and that once I knew, it would be good and we would go. For now, I just adored his ink. 

I travelled lower and licked at his navel. Tanner moaned as I knew he would. His hips bucked and I was eager to comply. I slipped my fingers into the waistband of his shorts and track pants and worked them down. Now, typically, it would be a difficult thing to do because Tanner seemed to walk around with a non-stop erection. However, this was not that case at the moment. It just lay there. I glanced up at Tanner who looked a little perplexed himself. 

"I've got this," I said reassuringly. 

I took him into my mouth and swirled my tongue around the tip. 
Nothing.

I ran a hand up the inside of his leg and then teased his backside while I had his whole dick in my mouth, eagerly working to get a 'rise' out of it. 
Nothing. 

I tried the teeth trick.
Nothing.

And it was nothing for the both of us. Not only wasn't I able to get Tanner up, I wasn't getting any action either... And I always got hard going down on Tanner. Always.

"This is beyond bizarre," Tanner said, sitting up. 

"I have to admit. I'm with you. What in the hell could be going on?"

"You don't suppose we accidentally lifted a rock or two, do you?" Tanner asked referring to the Sorry Rock Curse of Uluru. Legend has it that anyone who removes a rock, sand, seeds, or otherwise from the grand red rock will be cursed. People have cited accidents, divorce and illnesses. 

"I didn't take any souvenirs. I heard what the guide said: 'Leave only footsteps, take only memories.' You didn't grab any, did you?"

"No! I'm not one to mess with the paranormal. But what if we accidentally got one?" 

We both ran to our bags and searched the hiking boots we'd worn for the tour. 

Take a look what we found in the bottom of Tanner's shoe. *Face Palm*

So, we packed those suckers up & brought the envelope straight away to the front desk to be shipped back to the Park.

Looking forward to tomorrow. And I hope we got all those dang rocks out of our boots and no more curse!

This first day of our Trip was Amazing. Simply Amazing. 
After the 20+ hour flight, Greg & I were sure to sleep on the flight because we knew today was going to be an adventure... We first checked into our hotel and Greg spared NO EXPENSE here, folks.  We stayed at the
Hayman Island Resort.

The view, the amenities and, well, yeah - the bed. But we'll get to that later.

We started the day with a glass bottom boat tour. After, I was able to convince Greg to go snorkeling. I tried to get a photo of him, but this crazy fish dropped the best photo bomb!

After our 'fishing around' we were exhausted - headed to the room and... took a nap. What were you thinking? Snorkeling takes a lot out of a person, especially after a 20+ hour flight! And remember... I'm 40 now... And Greg is 46! LOL

We woke and Greg led me to the best surprise... a romantic dinner on the beach where we toasted each other, our birthdays, and a magical start to a vacation.

And I'm not sure what was in that food... but when we got back to that sumptuous bed with the intoxicating view...

Greg slowly pulled me into the room, our lips locked, we toed our shoes off and left them at the door and Greg maneuvered us to the sliding doors of our room. He pushed me against the mildly cool glass and I was instantly reminded of Chicago...Greg pushed me up against the glass... 

"Your accent has gotten stronger down here," he growled, brushing his lips on my neck. 

"Oh yeah, mate. And what do you think of that?" I managed, his lips leaving me more jet lagged than the flight had. 

"I'd never been one for an accent before you...but now that your accent is stronger--other things are stronger," he said pressing us against the wall and his hips into mine. Oh hell! Yes...he was very excited. 

My own arousal, a semi all night, was now the hardest I may have ever been. Greg was in an assertive mood and I loved it when he took command. 

His fingers slowly unhooked the buttons of the white linen shirt I'd worn, placing kisses along every new inch of exposed skin. By the time he got to my navel and was on his knees in front of me, my legs were shaking with anticipation. 

"Shall we see how other things have fared... Down Under?" he asked.

I dropped my head to the glass and tried to gather thoughts to stave off an orgasm. Greg placed his mouth on my cock over my pants and breathed hot air while his hands roamed my chest and abs. Fuck!  I rapped my head on the sliding door and let out a groan.

"I'm thinking things are bigger here, too," he said shooting me a sly look. "And correct me if I'm wrong, but you're commando?" raising one eyebrow.

We locked eyes and a wicked spark lit his beautiful blues, which I couldn't help to notice were very much the color of the waters we'd played in today. He pulled the draw string on my tan linen pants, but the pants didn't fall to the ground like we both wanted. Not-so-Little-Tanner held 'things' up.
Greg carefully grabbed the waistband of the pants with his teeth and pulled them down, setting my cock free and bouncing in anticipation. 

"The reef was amazing, but I must say, this is my favorite Australian wonder." And in one swift move, Greg took me in, all the way to the back of his mouth, and with my remaining length, firmly grasped it in his hand.

His free hand slid up my still trembling legs, and around back to my ass. As he expertly worked my length with his lips and tongue and hand, his other hand teased the crack of my ass, my cheeks involuntarily clenching with excitement. 

He hummed his delight, and the vibrations sent me nearly out of my mind. 
In a sudden surge of need, I pushed Greg back. A smirk crossed his face as he knew he'd been very bad in a very good way.

I stepped out of the pool of linen at my feet and let my shirt slide down my arms to join the pants.

"God, you're beautiful," Greg breathed.

"Birds of a feather," I said, looking at my man on his knees in front of me. "But first, it's getting way too hot in here. What would you say to some fresh air?" 

Greg smiled and I turned to open the sliding door, letting the gentle ocean breeze wash over us, and the sounds of surf serenade us.

I extended a hand and pulled Greg to his feet. Slowly I unbuttoned his pale blue shirt and pushed it back over his shoulders. Knowing how sensitive his nipples are, I locked my mouth around one, while twisting and pinching the other. The groans from Greg let me know I was giving him exactly what he wanted. With my other hand, I finessed the button out of the mooring of his trousers and worked the zipper down. True to form Greg was wearing boxers, but I was going to make quick work of that.

I pushed him toward the bed and let him fall back with a bounce. I slipped my fingers into the waistband of both his black slacks and worked them down. When his dick sprung upward from being released, my own dick danced with delight. This man was incredible. 

I finished the work of the pants removal and kissed and stroked my way back up Greg's legs, watching his cock jump from time to time. When I got to his mid section, I took his balls in my mouth and gently sucked. Greg's hips bucked  and a deep guttural groan escaped his mouth. Spurred on with arousal, I took him fully into my mouth, well, as much as I could and gave a long solid suck, pulling back until just the tip of him was held in my lips. 

I opened my eyes to see him staring down at me, propped up on his elbows. I would have kept going, sucking him off, but I was suddenly compelled with need. I hopped off the bed and ran to the bathroom to grab the bottle of lube I'd packed. 

When I got back, I saw that Greg had pulled the covers down so we didn't mess the duvet.

"Top or bottom," I asked. 

"It's your Christmas/birthday trip," he said, his voice thick with lust.

"Well, it'll have to be a bit of both, then won't it?" 

Relief spread all over his face. I loved that Greg was as much a top and bottom as I was. 

"So I guess the question is...Which do you want to be first?" he asked. 

Without a word, I popped the top of the lube and drizzled it on my hand. I set the bottle on the bedside and settled myself in between Greg's legs. I wrapped my hand around his impressive eight inches (yes, we measured) and slicked him up. I loved watching him come apart in my hands and feeling his pulsing cock. 

I worked my way upward and straddled his hips. I leaned over and kissed him deeply. His hands came up and his fingers gripped my hair. I loved when he did that.

His hips pushed upward and his hot cock ran up and down my crack. I sat up and positioned him under me. He placed his hands on my chest, a special smile crossed his lips as his fingers ran over my latest tattoo... the one that said Greg. I lowered myself and was lost. We both easily settled into a rhythm and groans and grunts soon overtook the sound of the ocean. 

I know we were supposed to both top... but I couldn't help myself. And it was my birthday trip.

"Let's go," I urged. We locked eyes as Greg thrust upward, his hand wrapping around my dick as he pulled me off, and my hips bucked on him. 

A few seconds later, we both came explosively making a mess everywhere. 

I collapsed on his chest, the sticky mess between us. We breathed heavily trying to regain our position on earth. 

"Happy birthday. I love you," he said, kissing my temple.

"I love you, too. Thank you."