I was on vacation in Perth and had been down to the nudist beach where I had seen loads of beautiful men, but not what I was longing for.
Despite this I had stayed long enough to watch the sun sinking into the Indian Ocean, surely one of the most beautiful sights in the world. It was still warm as I made my way back into the centre of Perth and selected a restaurant to have my evening meal in. I was sitting there thinking how cute the waiter was when suddenly the man of my dreams, at least on that hot and sultry night, walked in.
He was in his mid to late twenties and very chunky, bordering on downright chubby with fiery red hair and a naughty looking ginger goatee. He was as handsome as fuck and a shiver of excitement ran down my spine when he took the table next to mine. I noticed, just before he sat down that he had one helluva hot butt. I'd temporarily had my fill of skinny guys, and fashionable guys, and hunky guys; what I wanted now was a big, beefy fucker who could hold me in his arms and make the world go away.
I had to stop myself staring because I didn't want him thinking I was some kind of nut case, but I could have drowned in his beauty. His imperfections made him just fucking perfect, if you know what I mean. His gorgeous red lips looked so utterly kissable and how I wanted to trace my tongue over that sexy goatee of his. His shirt was unbuttoned down to the second button on this hot night and I could see his copper-red chest hair. It looked silky soft and just made for me.
I was glad to have a tablecloth shielding my lap from view because my cock was rock hard. I had to have this hot bear of a chub and I tried to work out the best strategy for getting into his pants. Did I just go over and ask him to join me, or did I ask the waiter to take some wine over to him, or what? Eventually I decided on sending him a bottle of wine. He looked up and blushed and then nodded at me. I saw him sip the wine and then speak to the waiter.
The waiter came over and asked me if I would like to sit at the gentleman's table. Did I ever! I wanted to sit at his table and sit on his face and sit on his cock. I had to use my napkin to shield my straining cock as I made my way over to his table.
Geoff was so incredibly friendly that he soon had me at ease. My cock deflated and I was able to concentrate of enjoying the meal and his company. He was in town from Brisbane, so he was a bit of an outsider too. He asked me what I'd been doing that day and I told him that I'd been down to the nude beach. He blushed and said he wished that he could go there, just to have a look at all the naked flesh on display. I asked him why he felt he couldn't go.
'Look at me,' he said seemingly oblivious to the fact that I had done nothing but stare at him all night 'I'm like a beached whale, all pale and fat. And I've got ginger pubes. Who'd want to see that?'
'I'd give anything to see you naked.' I told him.
'You wouldn't...would you?'
'Damn right I would.' I told him 'You're the hottest thing I've seen all day.'
He blushed beet red. There was an awkward silence between us for a few seconds before I reached under the table and squeezed his thigh. He placed his warm, soft hand on mine and smiled at me.
The moment passed and I knew he was mine. This delicious husky dude was mine, and I was ecstatic but decided not to rush things. I wanted to savour the whole experience. He told me about himself and his life back in Brisbane. He'd briefly been in a relationship with a guy three years ago. The relationship had lasted six months and he hadn't had sex since then. His lover had moved to Perth and he seemed very sad when he told me he had come to the city in the vain hope of seeing him again, and taking up where they had left off, only to find that his ex had moved on to Melbourne.
I felt really bad when I heard that, knowing that I wanted him for just one night, because that was all I could give as I was flying out in the morning. It sounded like Geoff needed a whole lot more than just one night of being the object of someone else's lust. I thought about doing the decent thing and calling the whole thing off, but my cock would not let me. In the end I explained to him that I was only going to be around for one night and let him decide what he wanted to do.
He looked a little disappointed but decided that he still wanted to invite me back to his hotel. It was a beautiful night as we strolled back to his place and I felt an incredible thrill when I slipped my hand into his for a short while. His large, soft warm hand closed around mine and I knew that this was going to be a night that I would remember for a long time.
There was a porn magazine lying on the bed and he quickly put it away. I was standing in the middle of the room wondering how much time he needed before we got down and dirty when he walked up to me and wrapped his arms around me.
'Do you kiss?' he whispered in my ear.
My lips sought his and I melted into the sweetest, gentlest kiss I'd had in a long, long time. His bear hug kept me close and I couldn't resist allowing my hands to slip down his back and onto that big, bouncy, beautiful butt of his. If that had been my only encounter with him it would still rank amongst the best sex I'd ever had. His kissing was just the most exquisite sensation in the world, and the feel of that firm yet yielding ass in my hands was making me extremely horny.
Finally he broke off the kiss.
'Do you want a drink?' he asked.