This is a true story – it happened to me in Australia’s North Queensland in the seventies.
The night after my last mid-year exam I went out with several other students for dinner at a little asian restaurant in a nondescript suburb, and had too much to drink. I happened to look across the room and spotted a handsome guy in his thirties sitting alone. But he looked downright unhappy.
Shortly afterward the stranger paid his bill and left and went to his car. I had enough to drink to be bold so I ducked outside, crossed the road, and tapped on the passenger side window as he was about to start the car. He wound the window down a bit and asked me what I wanted, his accent American.
I said something like, “Hi mate, look I’m a bit drunk, but can I give you my phone number, as I’d like to hook up with you sometime.”
He said, “How do I know you’re not setting me up?”
I nodded toward the copy of a gay magazine I had spotted on the seat of the car. It was the only gay magazine in the country at that time, as far as I knew.
I said, “That edition has a feature article about North Queensland, doesn’t it, and there’s a photo of a gay rights demo. I’m the guy holding the loud-hailer in that photo.”
He pulled out a pen and a notepad and I wrote down my number and name. The next day, Saturday, he rang me and drove over to pick me up and take me back to his hotel room.
Tom was from San Francisco and had just arrived to take up a job teaching deaf kids, and was wondering what sort of god-awful mistake he had made by coming to red-neck North Queensland.
As we started to fool around on the bed, I guess I came across as a bit inexperienced, because he asked me how many men I had slept with, and I replied "Three or four."
He laughed so I asked him the same question, to which he answered, “Oh, three or four hundred”.
I soon found out that practice makes perfect; this man was a sex god. Over the next few months he fucked me in very conceivable position, and I couldn’t get enough of him. He was a hot top and I wanted as much of his cock as I could get.
Tom rented a house, and I spent many a horny night in his bed, sucking his cock and then having my rear end ridden hard. It was pre-HIV times so all bareback of course.
My favourite recollection of him is sixty-nining in his bedroom, when he wrapped his arms firmly around me and stood up and walked around the room, with me upside down and my throat impaled on his cock as he sucked mine. What a man!
I like to think I gave Tom the best possible welcome to North Queensland. But I moved interstate a few months later, and lost contact with him. Wherever you are now Tom, thanks for giving me a wonderful sex education!
