Shark Bay
The engine of my car rumbled on considering its age, cutting through the stillness of the early evening. The setting sun cast a warm glow on the dashboard, hinting at the long drive ahead. I checked the GPS, the red line snaking up the map to Sharks Bay, a beacon of civilization in the vast, empty land. The taste of victory from the Gladiator event lingered in my mouth, a mix of sweat and dirt that I hadn't bothered to wash away. The thrill of the fight, the roar of the crowd, and Peter's strong arms around my waist as we celebrated, all seemed so surreal now, a stark contrast to the quiet solitude of the road.
The open landscape stretched out before me, a canvas of golds and reds, with the occasional tree standing tall and solitary as if to remind me of my solitary journey. The air was warm and dry, carrying the faint scent of the desert, a scent I had missed during the months spent in the bustling city of Perth. My thoughts drifted to my grandfather, Larry, his rugged face creased with a lifetime of demanding work and stories, waiting for me at the end of this long trip. Our bond had always been strong, a silent understanding that grew stronger with each visit.
My phone buzzed, jolting me from my reverie. It was a message from Peter, asking if I was okay but Peter was now assigned to history as I thought about what I was going to do. My grandfather, Larry, had always understood me and accepted my sexuality without any form of judgement, and he alone would be a good sounding board for my ideas, or should I say, lack of ideas about what I would do next.
I was feeling the heat from the sun-soaked interior. The car's air conditioning had died ages ago, leaving me in the merciless grip of the western desert's intolerable heat. Without a second thought and with comfort in mind, I enjoyed the feeling of being naked as I drove with every window open wide encouraging the draft to keep me cool. The only real comfort was the towel I was sitting on which did its job, soaking up the sweat of my body.
I was heading towards the intersection where western Australia converges with the north-south road that skirts the coast and where I would turn right and head north but part of me wanted to turn south towards Perth, but I was happy that south wasn't my destination on this occasion as I turned right at Geraldton.
As the dusk deepened, I saw a figure in the distance, a backpacker waving his arms frantically on the side of the road. His thumb was out, a universal signal for a ride. My heart skipped a beat as I approached; the isolation of the highway had made me wary of strangers. I had to decide fast, whether to stop and offer help or keep driving.
The decision was made for me when I recognised the desperation in his eyes. I pulled over, my tyres crunching on the gravel.
The car door creaked as I stepped out into the thick, warm air, my bare skin feeling every particle of dust and sand that the desert had to offer. He looked shocked, his eyes quickly surveying my nakedness as I stood next to the car and stretched, slightly bending my back with my arms above my head without an ounce of modesty or shyness.
Boy did I need that I thought to myself as I called out to the guy, "You all right, mate?" my voice carrying across the deserted stretch of road.
He stumbled towards me, his face a map of dust and exhaustion. "No," he replied, “I’m not all right,” his voice cracking. "Some fucking trucker threw me out when I rejected his advances.”
"Oh, that's a bugger mate, but you know, it happens a lot I'm sorry to tell you, mostly with Sheila's though, hitchhiking on their own.”
“I get that but what I don’t get is, what's it with you lot out here, don’t you wear clothes? The trucker picked me up wearing only his underwear and now I meet you completely starkers."
“Oh yeh, sorry mate,” I responded, “but it's fucking hot in the car and I have no aircon, so underwear only or being nuddy is quite common out here, especially for me. You just have to get used to it and in fairness, we think your kind are weird hitchhiking out here, and you think us weird so it's almost a match you could say. Anyway, where are you headed, mate?"
"My kind? Forget I asked, but I’m just trying to get to the next town," he panted, wiping the grime from his brow. "My water's run out and I'm not sure how much longer I can walk. Any chance of a lift?"
I nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Climb in if you are happy with a guy in the nuddy," I said, opening the passenger door. "I'm headed up north of Shark Bay. It's still away, but it's better than being out here all night."
The guy thought about it for a second and then he smiled and introduced himself as Mark, gratefully accepting my offer, his eyes still bemused as he glanced at the towel I sat on. He slid into the seat, the leather sticking to his sweaty clothes understanding then why I was sitting on a towel.
I tossed him a bottle of water from the back and watched as he guzzled it down, his throat bobbing with each swallow. "Geez it's hot in here," Mark commented.
"Na mate, it can't be anymore more than forty-four," I responded with a slight chuckle, remembering the classic line from Blazing Saddles. "Now you understand why I'm dressed like this."
"I get it," Mark replied to my little film quote," as he took the spare towel from the back seat to sit on.
We resumed our journey as the sun dipped lower in the sky, painting the horizon with a fiery mix of oranges and purples. The temperature started to drop, bringing a slight relief from the relentless heat. I could see Mark fidgeting in his seat, his clothes sticking to him like a second skin.
"You know, Mark, if you're feeling too hot, you're welcome to strip down to your skivvies," I suggested casually, keeping my eyes on the road. "It'll help cool you down."
He looked at me, a mix of surprise and gratitude in his eyes. "You sure?"
"Mate, I've got nothing to hide," I said with a laugh. "I'm gay so you know so you're safe with me I guess unless you fancy me already."
He laughed a little at my comment and took a deep breath, nodding as his hands moved to unbutton his shirt. The fabric fell away, revealing a chiselled chest with a fine dusting of hair that caught the light from the setting sun. His biceps flexed as he pulled the shirt off and tossed it onto the backseat. I couldn't help but appreciate the view, feeling a twinge of attraction that I quickly pushed aside, reminding myself of the friendship I had just formed and the fact that he had just come out of a traumatic experience.
"Thanks," Mark said, his voice a little shaky. "It's just that... I've never been in a situation like this before," as he slipped his jeans off leaving him in his classic English y-fronts.
"Don't worry about it," I assured him, giving him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "We're all just trying to get by out here."
As we drove further into the night, the air grew cooler and the stars began to emerge, piercing the inky sky with their brilliance. Mark grew more comfortable, his breathing evening out as the adrenaline of his ordeal started to wear off. He leaned back in his seat as his eyes closed for a moment, the silence between us was comfortable, each lost in our thoughts as the miles rolled by.
The darkness outside grew more profound, but the camaraderie inside the car was a warm, glowing ember that kept us both going through the long hours of the night until the events of the day caught me up as I suggested. “Mark, I'm knackered and I need a kip. I'm sure you too could benefit from one as well."
Mark nodded his agreement, and I pulled off the road. We both stepped out of the car to stretch, the headlights provided lighting. After all this time, I haven't asked your name," Mark commented.
"Sorry mate, it's Steven or Steve whichever takes your fancy."
Mark looked up at me and his eyes widened as he took in my naked body, the headlights casting deep shadows across my form. "Wow, you do have an amazing body," Mark murmured, his voice filled with admiration. "It's like something out of a Renaissance painting and…sorry but you have the largest cock I have ever seen."
I chuckled, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks. "Thanks, I guess that's one way to put it," I said, a bit self-consciously. "But let's not forget, you're not too shabby yourself even though you are hiding yourself under your English y-fronts."
We shared a laugh, the tension between us easing as we both let our guard down. It was strange, this sudden intimacy, but there was something liberating about being naked in the desert night with a newfound friend who had seen me at my most natural.
Mark got in the back seat, and I stretched across the front bench seat and in no time I fell asleep. As dawn broke, I stepped out of the car to take a piss, and to enjoy another big stretch, my movement waking the traveller in the back. Like me, Mark got out, stretched and stood next to me taking a piss and we then resumed our journey, the conversation flowing freely as we grew more comfortable with each other. I also noticed that Mark had lost his y-fronts as the heat of the day started to build and he was sitting in the back naked like me, and for the first time I could see his cock and he wasn't bad, wasn't bad at all.
Mark spoke of his travels, the people he had met, and the adventures he had had. His stories were filled with humour and a zest for life that I hadn't encountered in a long time. As the hours passed, Mark spoke of his girlfriend back in England and how she had no idea of the danger he had faced that day. I listened to Mark as he told me he had finished art school and had decided to travel with the aim of painting scenes that captured his experiences but so far, he hadn't found a muse that excited him enough.
As we approached the turnoff to Shark Bay by midday, the conversation took a serious turn. "You know, Mark," I began, "I've been thinking. Maybe you should come with me and stay a while."
Mark glanced at me. "Yeah, I could use a break from the road, and I've always wanted to see more of this amazing country," he replied with a grin.
"I'd like that," I said, my voice filled with genuine warmth. "My Grandfather, Larry, has a spare room, and I'm sure he'd love to hear your stories. I’ve already texted him to let him know I might have a house guest for him to meet, so, it’s up to you."
Mark's eyes searched mine, his decision made. "Let's do it," he said, his voice firm. "To new adventures and good company," as we clinked our bottles of water together in a makeshift toast, our eyes meeting in a silent agreement. With a renewed sense of purpose, I turned the car towards the coast, eager to see the sea.
As we drew closer to north Shark Bay, the anticipation grew. "What's Larry like?" Mark asked, curiosity piquing.
"He's a character, that's for sure," I said with a chuckle. "Lives a pretty minimalist life out here. You'll find him either tinkering with his old truck or tending to his garden or swimming in the nuddy."
Mark raised an eyebrow. "Seriously?"
"Yeah, he's quite the character," I said, smiling. "Lives by his own rules and being nuddy is part of his soul I guess."
Mark chuckled nervously, looking down at his bare crotch. "Well, I'd feel a bit more at ease if I had some underwear on," he admitted, his cheeks colouring slightly. "It's not every day you meet someone new without any clothes on."
I nodded in understanding. "No worries mate," I said, "I hope though, you won't be embarrassed to be the only person wearing something because I can guarantee he will be naked. I've known him all my life and I think I've seen him naked more than dressed."
Mark let out a laugh. "All right, I'll keep that in mind," he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "But if he's cool with it, I guess I can handle it although, to be honest, we English are funny about being naked and I haven't experienced that lifestyle until recently."
“Whatever mate,” I responded as we pulled into the dusty driveway, a figure emerged from the house, shading his eyes from the sun. Recognition dawned on his face as he saw me, and he broke into a wide smile. "Steve, my boy!" he bellowed, his voice carrying on the wind.
My grandfather, Larry, a man in his late sixties but as fit and spry as a man half his age, was indeed naked. He had a towel slung over one shoulder, and his skin was as tanned and leathery as the seats of the car. Mark's jaw dropped at the sight, and I couldn't help but laugh. "Welcome to the outback, mate," I said, patting his shoulder.
Larry walked over, extending a hand to Mark. "You must be the young fella Steve picked up," he said, his eyes twinkling. "Don't mind me, I just came from my afternoon swim."
Mark took the hand, his grip firm. "Pleasure to meet you, sir," he managed, his cheeks reddening even further.
"Call me Larry," Larry said with a wink. "Now, let's get you both some lunch before the flies start buzzing around your heads."
Inside the house, the coolness of the tiles was a welcome relief from the heat of the car. Larry threw together a feast of cold meats, cheese, and crusty bread, along with a large bowl of fruit. We sat at the kitchen table, devouring the food and talking about our travels. Larry listened intently to Mark's stories, nodding and occasionally interjecting with a tale of his own. His eyes lit up when Mark mentioned his art, and I could see the wheels turning in his mind. "You know, I've got old canvases and some paint out in the shed," he said. "Why don't you take a look?"
Mark's face brightened, and the two of them headed out to the shed, leaving me to clean up the kitchen. As I washed the dishes, I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. The openness and acceptance in Larry’s house was something I had always taken for granted, but now, sharing it with Mark, I realised how special it truly was.
The afternoon passed quickly, with Mark and my Larry emerging from the shed covered in dust, their laughter echoing across the property. They had found all the spare unused canvases and paint, and my Larry had told Mark to make himself at home and to use them if he found something worthy of painting.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, we gathered around the firepit, the crackling flames sending sparks dancing into the night sky. Larry handed us each a cold beer, and we clinked bottles. "To new friends," he toasted.
Mark's eyes met mine over the fire, and I knew that this was the start of something special. The desert had brought us together, and I had a feeling that this was just the beginning of our adventure but looking at Larry, there was a hint of something else. Something I couldn't put my finger on, but something.
As bedtime drew closer, Larry took all Mark's clothes, stuffing them all together in the washing machine at forty degrees leaving Mark with nothing to wear but my young friend seemed very relaxed with his nudity as we enjoyed a final beer before retiring for the night.
The next morning, the sun had barely crested the horizon when I was jolted awake by the sound of Larry's boisterous laughter outside. I slipped out of bed and padded out to find him leaning against the fence as he sipped on his coffee listening to something amusing on the radio.
"You're up early," he said, noticing my sleepy form. "How'd you sleep?"
I nodded, rubbing my eyes. "Surprisingly well," I replied. "The quiet out here is something else."
"Aye," Larry said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "It's nothing like the racket of the city. So, tell me about this Gladiator thing you've been up to. Made any good coin?"
"Fair bit, yeah," I replied, sipping my coffee, the warmth spreading through me as the cool morning air nipped at my bare skin. "Enough to keep me going for a while, and I've been thinking of taking a trip around Oz."
Larry's eyes lit up. "That's the spirit!" he exclaimed. "There's nothing quite like seeing this big ol' country from the open road." He took a swig of his coffee, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Where do you plan on going?"
"Not sure yet," I said, yawning and stretching my arms. "Just want to see the sights, maybe head up to Darwin, down to the Great Barrier Reef, and over to Uluru."
Larry slapped his thigh, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "In that case, I've got something that might just make your trip a bit more interesting," he said, a twinkle in his eye. "Follow me."
He led me around the side of the house, and there it was: a gleaming 1978 Honda CR250R Red Rocket, the same bike he'd had since he was a young man. The metal was a deep, fiery red, the chrome gleaming in the early morning light. "This old girl's been sitting here for a while, but she's got plenty of life left in her," he said, patting the tank affectionately.
"I can't believe it's still running," I said, admiring the bike's classic lines and the well-worn seat. "How did you manage to keep her in such good shape?"
"A bit of elbow grease and a lot of love," Larry said, handing me a helmet. "And she's all yours for the trip. Just make sure you treat her right."
I slipped the helmet over my head, feeling the weight of the bike between my legs. "What do you say, Mark?" I called over my shoulder. "Fancy seeing the country on two wheels instead of four?"
Mark emerged from the house, his hair dishevelled from sleep, a towel still wrapped around his waist. "Is that for real?" he asked, his eyes wide with excitement.
"It sure is," Larry said, tossing him a spare helmet. "Steve's got the skills to keep you safe."
Mark looked at me, a mix of excitement and trepidation. "I've never been on a motorbike before," he admitted.
"Don't worry," I said, patting the seat behind me. "I'll take it slow. You just hold on tight."
"Hold that thought boys," Larry said, "you can't go like that. Let me get you some skivvies at least."
Mark and Steven waited as Larry returned from inside the house with two pairs of tighty whities handing them to each of us.
Once dressed, I kickstarted the bike, the engine roared to life, and we set off, the bike's vibrations sending a thrill through me. We took the scenic route along the coast, the bike hugging the road's curves through the sparsely populated landscape.
The ocean was a deep blue, the waves crashing against the shore in a rhythmic symphony that seemed to echo the throb of the bike's engine. The salty spray misted our faces, leaving a fine layer of salt on our skin that sparkled in the early morning sun. Mark's arms were tight around my waist, his body pressed against my back, and I felt a sense of exhilaration that I hadn't experienced in a long time.
We stopped at a secluded cove, the sand cool beneath our bare feet as we climbed off the bike. The waves lapped at the shore, inviting us in, and before I could say anything, Mark took off at a run, the sand kicking up behind him as he dashed into the water.
I watched him, a smile playing on my lips. I knew I wanted him, but I suspected I was off the menu having seen Larry’s reaction to Mark the first time they met. This was just friendship I reminded myself as I decided to let their friendship grow organically, without the pressure of the outside world weighing them down.
We spent the morning swimming and lounging on the beach in our tighty whities and I enjoyed seeing Mark when the white cotton of his tighty whities became wet from the water. The view of his cock through the wet material was inviting but again, I pushed my desires behind me. As the sun moved towards its apex, we climbed back on the bike and headed back to Larry's house with Mark's arms around me and the wind in our hair as I wondered about those two and their connection.
Once back at the house, I busied myself in the study, surrounded by maps of Australia, each one more worn than the last. I spread them out over the table, tracing my fingers over the routes I had taken before and plotting out new ones with a pencil that had seen better days. The quiet was a stark contrast to the energy of the Gladiator arena, but it was exactly what I needed.
I watched Mark and Larry from the window, their figures growing smaller as they walked towards the coast, an easel, and a canvas between them. They looked like two old friends out for a stroll, despite their age difference and the fact that they had only just met. It was strange to see Mark so at ease with Larry’s nudity; as he remained in his tighty whities, but it was visible, that they had made a connection.
The sun had reached its peak by the time I decided to join them, the heat bouncing off the sand like a sauna. As I approached, I saw that Mark had indeed become Larry's muse. He was sitting naked on a large rock, the sand sticking to his damp skin, his pose elegant yet relaxed as Larry painted with a fervour I hadn't seen in years. The scene was surreal, starkly contrasting Mark's pale English skin against the red rock and the azure sea beyond.
Mark looked up and caught my eye, giving me a shy smile. "Couldn't resist the urge to capture this," Larry called out without looking away from his canvas. "This young man's got a body that's a work of art in itself."
I felt a twinge of something, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Was it jealousy or admiration? Perhaps a bit of both. I settled for a chuckle and took a seat on a nearby rock, watching them work. The way Larry's eyes danced over Mark's form, the gentle strokes of his brush, it was clear that he had found a muse that truly inspired him.
As the afternoon stretched on, the painting began to take shape. The colours of the scene blended seamlessly, and I could almost feel the heat and the breeze coming off the canvas. Mark held his pose without complaint, his gaze locked on the horizon, lost in thought. I wondered what was going through his mind, if he was thinking about his girlfriend, his journey, or if he was feeling confused.
The sound of the waves and the gentle rustle of the breeze through the dunes were the only sounds that broke the silence, the perfect backdrop for the scene unfolding before me. The intimacy between Mark and Larry was comfortable but exciting, and I felt like an intruder in a private moment.
Finally, Larry stepped back, wiping his brow with the back of his hand, leaving a smear of paint. "It's a masterpiece," he declared, his eyes alight with pride. "You've got a gift, Mark."
Mark blushed, standing up and stretching, his muscles rippling. "Thanks," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've never done anything like this before."
I stood up, brushing the sand off my tighty whities. "You make a pretty good model," I said, trying to lighten the mood. Mark looked at me, his eyes filled with something unspoken, and it was then I recognised what it was. Contentment and perhaps even, love.
Larry clapped his hands together, bringing us both back to reality. "Come on, you two," he said. "Let's get this back to the house."
Mark walked over to Larry to retrieve his tighty whities when out of nowhere, Larry leaned into Mark and kissed him gently on his lips much to my surprise. Mark didn't reject his kiss either, as his hands clamped onto Larry's bottom. "Thank you, Mark," Larry whispered.
I froze, the shock of what was unfolding before me was so sudden. I felt like I was watching a movie, but this was my Larry and Mark. The kiss grew more intense, and Mark's hands started to wander, caressing Larry's bare back, his body reacting to the passionate touch.
As I watched, my cock started to harden, the sight of them together was so unexpected but also incredibly hot. My hand found its way to my crotch, stroking myself gently through the cotton fabric of my tighty whities as Mark's hand reached down and took Larry's cock in his hand and started to massage it gently.
It was then that Larry took Mark by the hand and led him to the soft sand, pushing him down onto his back and kneeling between Mark's legs, his mouth-watering. I didn't know what to do, so I took a few steps back, giving them privacy but unable to tear my eyes away from the sight.
As Larry took Mark into his mouth, my hand began to move faster, mirroring the rhythm of Larry's head bobbing up and down. Mark's body was tight with pleasure, his hands fisting the sand as he moaned. The sound of the waves was now replaced by the sound of skin slapping against skin and the occasional guttural groan from Mark.
The sight was so erotic that I couldn't help but feel a bit jealous. I had never seen Larry act this way before, but there was something about Mark that brought it out in him, and I slowly slipped my tighty whities down allowing my hand access to my erect and pulsating cock.
As I watched, Mark's moans grew louder, his body arching off the sand as Larry took him deeper into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing out with each suck. I could see the tension building in Mark's legs, his toes curling in the sand as he neared climax. It was like watching a volcano about to erupt and I knew that I wouldn't be able to hold back much longer either.
My hand stroked in time with Larry's movements, feeling the warmth of my body building up as I watched the intimate dance between these two men. The sound of Mark's breathing grew ragged, and I knew he was close, my breath hitching in my throat as I felt the beginnings of my climax building.
The moment Mark's body convulsed, and he came into Larry's mouth, I lost all self-control and followed suit. My semen shot out in ropes, painting the sand in front of me as I bit down on my bottom lip to stifle my moan. The intensity of the moment left me panting and lightheaded, my heart racing.
The two men embraced each other in another kiss as they broke apart, standing up, wiping their mouths, and looking at each other with a mix of satisfaction and surprise, I quickly pulled my tighty whities back up and turned away, pretending I hadn't watched. "You okay, Steve?" Mark called out; his voice filled with concern.
I cleared my throat and turned back around, trying to act casual. "Yeah," I said, my cheeks flushing. "We should head back to the house."
They nodded in agreement, and we made our way back, the painting forgotten as it stood on the easel until Larry lifted it off, his delight and pride evident. The tension between us was thick, the air charged with a new kind of energy that none of us knew quite how to handle.
When we arrived at the house, Larry took the painting inside, leaving Mark and me alone in the driveway. "What was that?" Mark asked, his voice tentative.
I shrugged, trying to play it cool. "Just two guys enjoying themselves," I said, hoping my voice didn't betray my true feelings. "No worries though."
Mark looked at me, his eyes searching my face. "Okay," he said, his voice filled with uncertainty. "I just didn't want it to be weird between us."
"It's not," I assured him, hoping my words were true. "We're all adults here and you looked comfortable."
We walked into the house, the smell of Larry's cooking filling the air. He had made a feast of barbecue ribs and corn on the cob, a typical outback meal that never failed to satisfy. We sat around the table, the three of us, and we ate in silence.
After dinner, Mark excused himself, heading to the spare room to wash up. I could see the exhaustion on his face, the weight of the day's events heavy on his shoulders. Larry looked at me, his expression unreadable.
"You okay, Steve?" he asked, his voice gruff.
"Yeah," I said, swiping a hand through my hair. "It's just a lot to take in never knowing that you have feelings for men and women."
He nodded, his gaze softening. "You know you can always talk to me," he said. "I'm not just your grandfather; I'm your mate and yes, I have always been Bi but not with family if you get my meaning."
I took a deep breath, looking down at my plate. "I get that Larry but what happens now?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Larry leaned back in his chair, his eyes on me. "Whatever happens, happens," he said, his voice filled with wisdom. "But remember, love comes in many forms. Don't be so quick to judge or to push it away."
"I'm not judging Larry and I'm happy for you if Mark becomes your lover and muse. I like Mark very much and I'm delighted he likes you. Strange isn't it though, I picked him up on the side of the road and brought him here, not picking up his gaydar for the whole time he sat naked in my car."
"I guess so," Larry said, standing up. "Mark's waiting for me in bed, so goodnight son. See you in the morning." With that, he left the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts. The night stretched out before me, filled with the sounds of Mark's moans as Larry and he sealed their growing desires and relationship.
I knew things wouldn’t be the same between us, as they always had been, but I also knew that I couldn't let this moment define our future as I lay in bed, gently wanking myself whilst planning my next adventure.
The next morning, I walked outside to find Mark already up and about with Larry, sitting on the patio looking out to sea. They were both wearing tighty whities, which was a change after the previous day's events.
"Morning," Mark said, his eyes meeting mine. There was something different about him today, a newfound confidence that hadn't been there before. "Larry showed me the most amazing painting spot for the sunrise and...."
"Looks like you two had a good time," I said, trying to keep my tone light.
"We did," Mark said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "It's incredible what you find when you least expect it, but we missed you."
We sat down at the table, and Larry handed us both a cup of steaming coffee. "So, what's the plan for today?" he asked, his eyes darting between us.
"I was thinking of planning my trip and servicing the motorbike," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "What are you lovers planning to do?"
Mark blushed looking at Larry. "Probably more of the same. Painting and spending time with Mark," Larry replied with a smile on his face that I hadn't seen a quite a while. "And we want you to be a part of things."
The idea of a threesome had never occurred to me before, and I felt a sudden jolt of excitement. "What do you mean?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
Mark spoke first. "Larry wants to paint us together."
I raised an eyebrow. "Both of us?"
"Yes," Mark said. "He wants to take a series of photographs of us together so he can read the photographs and use them in a painting he has in mind. I think it a terrific idea and I'm hoping you will too."
I took a sip of my coffee, considering this new proposal. The thought of being painted nude alongside Mark, Larry’s muse, was both unsettling and intriguing. "Okay," I finally said, swallowing the lump in my throat. "But I'm not much of a model."
Larry clapped his hands together. "Don't you worry about that," he said, his eyes twinkling. "I'll guide you through it. Just be yourselves."
"Where?" I asked.
"In the Eucalyptus Grove just above the beach," Larry said, pointing to the spot I knew well.
"Why not, it will make a change not to wank whilst listening to you two.”
“Steven, we understand that and I want to get to know you better and I’m sorry you might be feeling left out,” Mark chipped in, in response. “And, perhaps the painting will do just that, bring us together.”
I nodded in agreement feeling much better as we finished our breakfast.
With the table cleared and washing up done, the three of us made our way to the Eucalyptus Grove, the scent of the trees filling the air as we climbed the sandy path. The early morning light filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground beneath our feet. The anticipation of what was to come was thick in the air, and I couldn't help but feel a bit nervous, fully aware that I was going to be with Mark and that my grandfather was going to capture the whole event in glorious digital colour.
Once we reached the spot Larry had chosen, he set up his camera on a tripod with an excited look about him, his excitement almost infectious. Mark looked at me with a gentle smile, but I turned to look out over the sea unsure how I felt about this turn of events. Larry had never seen me make love with a man and I felt.... weird, until Mark came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist as he kissed my neck.
His touch was soft, and tender, and I found myself leaning back into his chest, feeling the warmth of his body against my back as my body and soul told me to relax and enjoy the moment. His hand slid through the fly of my tighty whities, and my cock grew hard in his grip. The sound of the camera clicking away was a strange soundtrack to our intimacy, but it didn't detract from the sensation of Mark's hands on my skin.
"Steve, relax," Mark whispered in my ear, his breath warm against my neck. "Let's just enjoy this." And with those words, I felt the last of my inhibitions slip away. I reached down and let Mark take my cock in his hand, his movements sure and skilled.
Larry's eyes were on us, his gaze intense as he snapped away, capturing our passionate embrace. But the moment was all about Mark and me, our bodies moving in sync as we explored each other's limits. He pushed my tighty whities down and I stepped out of them, feeling the cool sand under my bare feet as Mark's hands continued to explore my body.
Our kisses grew more urgent, our breaths mingling as we tasted each other. His hands moved down my body, caressing every inch of my skin, and I knew that I was lost in the moment. The idea of making love with Mark here, with my Larry watching, was no longer strange or uncomfortable. It felt right, as natural as the waves crashing on the shore below us.
As we kissed, Mark's hands found my cock again, and he began to stroke me with a rhythm that made my knees wobble. I reached around and grabbed his firm ass, pulling him closer, feeling the heat of his cock against my lower back. He was just as turned on as I was, and the thought that Larry was watching, taking it all in, only added to the excitement.
With a gentle push, I laid Mark down on the sand, his body a canvas of muscles and tattoos that gleamed in the dappled light. He looked up at me, his eyes filled with lust and something more, something deeper that I didn't quite understand yet. "I want you," he murmured, his voice low and urgent. "Always have."
The words sent a shiver down my spine as I positioned myself between his legs, his tighty whities now lying in a crumpled heap beside us. The anticipation was almost unbearable, the sound of the camera shutter a steady heartbeat in the background. I leaned down and kissed him again, our tongues dancing as I grabbed the tube of lubricant, using more than I normally would as I lined my cock up with his eager hole.
With a deep breath, I made the initial push, feeling Mark tight and inexperienced. I pushed again this time breaching the external sphincter as Mark cried out in pain although the lube was lessening the effect of my penetration. I was worried but I also understood this was his first time and I knew it would hurt but Mark whispered, "It's okay, don't stop Steve. Try again because I can take it."
I waited and kissed him again and pushed again, breeching the internal sphincter, yet again being met with another groan and cry of pain but I was through with the help of the lube, as I continued to push deeper and deeper into Mark. His cries and moans of pain started to die as I continued to kiss him and then I started to make slow thrusts using all the lubricant that lined my cock until I felt Mark relax and his body respond to the alien invasion of my pushing and sliding inside him, feeling the tight heat of his body surrounding me.
Mark gasped, his eyes fluttering closed as he arched his back, his fingers digging into the sand. The sensation was overwhelming, and I had to fight the urge to pound into him without delay. I wanted to savour this moment, to make it last as long as possible. I also wanted him to enjoy it and there was no rush as we lay underneath the eucalyptus trees, the dappled sunshine visible on our naked bodies as Larry continued his photographic pursuits.
Our bodies moved in a slow, sensual rhythm, the soft crunch of the sand beneath us the only sound other than our muffled groans and the persistent click of Larry's camera. I could feel Mark's muscles relax as he grew used to my size, his body opening to me like a blossom in the desert sun.
The light grew brighter as the sun climbed higher in the sky, casting shifting patterns on our skin as we made love. The smell of the eucalyptus and the faint scent of the ocean mixed with our sweat, creating a heady aroma that filled my nose.
I was going to take my time, and I didn't care how long it took, I would give Mark his first anal orgasm, as I felt for his prostate with each thrust of my engorged cock that would at some point find his g-spot.
I could feel Mark getting closer, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps, and I knew he wouldn't last much longer although my pending climax remained elusive. The tension grew unbearable, a coil winding tighter and tighter with each thrust. And then, with a final, desperate cry, Mark's body tensed, and he came, his warmth spilling onto his stomach as he buried his face in my chest, his legs wrapped around my body.
I started the thrust with a renewed urgency, feeling the first signs of my climax building as Mark refused to release my body, his mouth sucking on my nipple. The way he clamped himself around me increased the pressure on my cock as I lifted his hips slightly higher.
My groans and efforts became intense as my climax grew to a crescendo until I couldn't take it anymore as I allowed my release to crash over me, leaving me trembling and gasping for air. I shot more cum into him than I had with any other man before and when I felt myself finished, I fell onto Mark and we lay there, myself on top of him, the only sound the distant call of seagulls. The camera had stopped clicking, and I opened my eyes to find Larry watching us with a knowing smile.
"Beautiful," he murmured, his eyes filled with a warmth that went beyond artistic appreciation. "Beautiful."
Mark and I looked at each other, the reality of what had just happened settling in. We had crossed a line, but instead of feeling regret or shame, there was only a profound sense of connection, a bond that had been forged most unexpectedly.
I kissed Mark again as I dropped out of him feeling a sense of achievement and happiness as I brushed his black hair as he played with my long blonde locks.
"Boys, that is the most beautiful exhibition of love I have ever seen. You were totally beautiful, both of you," Larry said. "Truly magnificent."
I rolled onto my back pulling Mark into my chest, feeling his semen on his chest now merging with my sweat. "It feels so funny Steve, I can feel your juice dribbling out of me. It feels funny and weird," as he smiled and kissed me.
I didn't quite know what to say to that comment, so I ignored it and carried on cuddling him as Larry sat on his chair gazing upon the sight of his young muse and grandson. "Magnificent, truly beautiful, thank you boys, you have made this old man very happy and proud. I have to confess though that all this photography has made me quite hungry so I'm going back to the house and you boys feel free to return when you are ready for lunch or maybe dinner."
"We will Larry," I said and "I promise not to abuse your boyfriend too much," to which we all chuckled with a knowing smile on all our faces.
We watched the older man walk away, his bare ass swaying slightly as he disappeared down the sandy path, the camera in his hand swinging gently with each step. Mark had changed position to sit between my legs, his chest pressed against mine, and I wrapped my arms around him, feeling the warmth of his body seep into mine.
"Let's go to the beach," I murmured, my voice thick with desire. "I haven't finished with you yet."
Mark's eyes sparkled with excitement as he nodded, his chest still heaving from the intense experience we had just shared. He looked up at me, his body still nestled between my legs, his cheek pressed against my chest. "I thought you had," he teased, his voice a little hoarse from the passionate moans he had let loose.
And so, we got up and hand in hand with growing erections we walked onto the beach and entered the surf in the warm air and warm water. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mrs Walker walking along the cliff and she watched as I pushed Mark into the waves crashing onto the beach as I took Mark's cock in my mouth.
I figured she was shocked as she watched us, her hand moving to cover her mouth as if to hold in a gasp. Mark's eyes rolled back into his head as he threw his head back in ecstasy, the saltwater mixing with the sweat and pre-cum that coated my lips. I figured she had never seen anything like this before, not even in her wildest dreams as I sucked Mark's cock with increasing fervour, her hand moved to her crotch, her body reacting to the raw passion playing out in front of her. She had always been a private person, but the sight of us together was too much but she continued to watch.
The moment Mark erupted in my mouth, she stepped backwards and turned, leaving me to finish my enjoyment of tasting Mark's seed with the sea flowing around us with, like us, no care in the world.
When we had both fully recovered and the waves had washed the salty taste away, we both lay there panting and exhausted. Mark turned to me and whispered, "It's my turn to make you feel as amazing as you just did."
With surprising strength, he rolled me onto my back and straddled my waist, his cock now rock-hard and demanding attention even though I had just drained him, his eyes bore into mine as he positioned himself over my erect cock, and I felt a thrill of excitement as he began to lower himself onto me.
As Mark's warm, tight hole took me in, inch by delicious inch, the cum providing lubrication along with the salt water, I couldn't help but let out a moan of pure pleasure. The waves crashed against our bodies, the salty spray misting us as we moved in sync with the rhythm of the ocean. The feeling of him around me was intoxicating, and I knew this was going to be an experience I would never forget.
He rode me with a fierce passion, his muscles flexing with each stroke, his ass tightening and releasing as he used my cock to fill the void inside him. The sight of him above me, our bodies glistening with a mix of sweat and seawater, was almost too much to handle.
I reached up to grab his hips, my hands sliding over his smooth, wet skin, and I felt him lean into my touch. His eyes were closed, his head thrown back as he took me deeper, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The tide was coming in now, the water lapping at our feet, adding a sense of urgency to our lovemaking.
We moved as one, the waves of pleasure building higher and higher until I could feel my orgasm approaching like a storm on the horizon. Mark sensed it too, his movements growing more erratic as he chased his release.
And then it hit me, a wave of pure ecstasy that made my vision swim and my body spasm uncontrollably. I could feel Mark's muscles clamp down on me, my orgasm ripping through him as he came hard, his seed yet again shooting onto my chest as the waves broke over us.
We clung to each other, our bodies still joined as the waves receded, the saltwater mixing with our sweat and cum. We had become one with the beach, with the ocean, with each other. It was a moment of pure, unbridled passion, and I knew that nothing would ever be the same again.
As we lay there, our breathing slowly returning to normal, I couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over me. The awkwardness of the previous evening had been replaced by a deep, profound connection.
We were no longer just travellers sharing a journey; we were lovers, bound by a shared experience that had changed us both in ways we could never have anticipated. The beach was ours; the world was ours, and nothing could ever take this moment away from us.
Finally, we pulled apart, the reality of our surroundings coming back into focus. We crawled back to shore, our bodies still humming with the aftershocks of our climax. We had come to Larry's house, one as a stranger and the other as a new stranger, but now we had shared something that would bond us for life I had also decided that my journey had to continue and I made my mind up to leave that evening.
As we made our way back to the house, hand in hand, the sun now high in the sky, we talked about our futures, our pasts, and everything in between. There was a newfound openness between us, a willingness to share our deepest thoughts and feelings as I recognised that Mark was happy to be with Larry on his journey of love and painting and art and I would be leaving soon on my journey of discovery. I knew I had to leave for them. They couldn’t have me around whilst they explored their relationship which I recognised was only just starting and I also knew that I would return.
The rest of the day was spent lounging on the beach with Mark as Larry joined us, talking about his artistic ideas. But as the sun dipped low on the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, we all knew it was time to face the real world again. We had decisions to make, paths to choose, and a future to navigate and I hadn’t told them of my impending departure.
That evening, we gathered around the BBQ, the smell of sizzling steaks and sausages mingling with the salty sea breeze. I took a deep breath, the flames casting a warm glow across our faces as I spoke. "Guys, I've been thinking. It's been an amazing time here in Shark Bay, but I think it's time for me to get back on the road."
Mark and Larry looked at each other before turning to me, their eyes filled with a mix of disappointment and understanding. "But you just got here," Mark said, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness.
"I know," I replied, my own heart feeling a little heavy. "But the open road is calling, and I can't ignore it. I've got to keep moving, keep searching for what's out there."
Larry nodded slowly, placing a hand on my shoulder. "We understand, Steve. But you can't leave without promising to come back and see us. Right, Mark?"
Mark looked up from flipping the steaks, his eyes meeting mine. "Yeah," he said, a small smile playing on his lips. "We'll have to plan our little art exhibition one of these days and you will be the guest of honour."
I laughed, the tension easing slightly. "You bet," I said. "And who knows, maybe I'll bring back some stories of my own to share."
As we sat down to eat, the conversation turned to the adventures that awaited each of us. Larry spoke of his plans to mentor Mark in the art of painting, and Mark's eyes lit up with excitement as he talked about the landscapes and wildlife of the Australian outback that he longed to capture on canvas.
I listened, feeling a pang of something I couldn't quite identify. Was it jealousy? Envy? Or perhaps it was something else entirely. Regardless, I knew that I couldn't stay, not when there was so much more to see and experience and I also didn’t want to be the odd man out in their kindling relationship.
After dinner, as the stars began to twinkle in the inky sky above, Mark helped me pack the pannier bags, as Larry provided a couple of bespoke jerry cans and clipped them on the bike’s frame. Larry also showed me where to hide my money in a hollow tube on the bike frame.
So, in no time, I was ready for my departure and eager to put some distance between us before it was too late that day.
"You'll be careful, won't you?" Mark asked, his voice a soft murmur in the quiet night.
I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. "Always," I promised. "And you two, don't do anything I wouldn't do," I added with a wink.
They laughed, and Larry slapped me on the back. "You know we won't," he said, a twinkle in his eye that told me they had plenty of fun planned for themselves.
With a final hug, I climbed onto the motorbike, dressed in shorts and a t-shirt with a jacket to keep me warm against the old desert night as the engine rumbled to life beneath me. As I pulled away from the house, I couldn't help but look back, the porch light casting a warm glow across their naked bodies as they waved me off, their figures framed by the open doorway.
The road ahead was long and uncertain, but I had a newfound sense of purpose and a heart full of memories that would keep me warm on the coldest of nights. As the wind whipped through my hair and the stars guided me on my way, I couldn't help but feel that this was just the beginning of a new chapter in my life.
But as I drove into the night, my mind kept drifting back to the beach, to the feeling of Mark's warm, tight body surrounding me, and the way Larry's eyes had never left us, even as we lost ourselves in passion. I knew I would return to Shark Bay, to the place where I had discovered a new side of myself and the beauty of love in its purest form. For now, though, the open road was my canvas, and the wind was my muse.
After two hours on the bike, my body was begging for rest. I pulled over at a secluded spot off the road, surrounded by nothing but the endless expanse of the outback. The stars twinkled above; a blanket of diamonds thrown carelessly across the velvet sky.
I set up my bivy with the practised ease of a man who had spent countless nights under the stars. Once I was nestled inside, I couldn't help but think of Mark and Larry, and how their love had changed the landscape of our lives. I reached down and began to stroke myself, the cool air of the bush acting as a counterpoint to the fire that burned within me.
As my hand moved in slow, deliberate strokes, I let my mind wander over the events of the day. The feel of Mark's skin, the sound of his cries, the taste of his cum on my lips. It was a symphony of sensation that played on a loop in my head, each note sending a new shiver down my spine. I closed my eyes, imagining them together, their bodies entwined as Larry painted the picture of love that would define their relationship.
My hand moved faster now, my breathing growing more ragged as I approached the edge. I thought of their love, of the way it had grown in the light of the morning, and how it had changed me. I was no longer just a grandson or a friend; I was a participant in their passion, a secret shared between us that would forever bind us together.
And as I climaxed, my orgasm washed over me like a wave, I couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging. I had found something in the wilds of the Australian outback that I hadn't even known I was searching for: a place where love knew no boundaries, and where I was free to be exactly who I was meant to be.
I lay there, panting, my hand sticky with my release, watching the stars blink out one by one. The quiet of the night wrapped around me like a lover's embrace, whispering sweet nothings of adventure and discovery. And as sleep claimed me, I knew that no matter where the road took me, I would always carry the love I had found in Shark Bay with me, a beacon to guide me through the darkest of nights.
