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Sucking Off Sydney: A Queer Erotic Odyssey

The sun beat down on the back of my neck like a lover’s touch as I stepped off the plane and made my way to Sydney. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I thought of the many hot queer experiences that awaited me in this exotic new city.

I had heard stories from friends about the wild sexually liberated culture of Sydney and I couldn’t wait to explore it to see if they were true. With each step I took, my excitement and anticipation grew, and my mind drifted to my many sexy gay adventures I was sure to have.

The stories I’d heard had been tantalizingly scandalous. Promises of secret gay parties, hot anonymous hookups, and passionate sex binges. This was my chance to explore my wild side and I was up for the challenge.

My goal: to suck off Sydney.

Table of Contents

• 1. Buff Boys and Blissful Afternoons: A Queer Erotic Journey Through Sydney
• 2. Licking Fountains and Lip-Licking Experience: An Anal Odyssey through the Hills of Sydney
• 3. Getting Off to Get On: Two-Faced Up-Close-&-Personal Encounters on the Streets of Sydney
• 4. Sucking Up the Sites and Tasting the Culture: A Salacious Story of Sweet Sydney Rewarding Explorations
• Future Outlook

1. Buff Boys and Blissful Afternoons: A Queer Erotic Journey Through Sydney

The scorching sunlight beats down upon the city’s glistening limestone rooftops, undoing my chaos-filled sleep. I’m in Sydney, a world of striking Georgian manors nestled amongst English terraces, a city of faded pink-washed buildings and cream-colored churches.

There I found buff boys of all sorts. Boys of every shape, shade and size, they ranged in age, beauty and maturity. Boys confessing their dreams and fantasies, and wondering eyes biting at my own with a smoldering stare. I sampled of them, sampling their various flavors – naughty studs, brooding goths, and mischievous strangers alike. I pecked, kissed, and explored the contours of their intriguing physiques, tracing every muscle and ridge, and brushing my fingertips against their delicious skin. I moaned with delight as my desire to them grew, posturing myself with a penchant for pleasure – mine, to take.

We moved further. We nestled ourselves in the crack of night, sharing kisses so sweet my tongue could taste a world of delight. Sweet and deeper we moved, giving in to a fully carnal experience. Typhoon-like eruptions of ecstasy as we thrust our way through forbidden desires. Lasting burns of pleasure engraved in our minds, burning our past and future cravings into a single, scorching flame. We lingered in this bliss, feeling one another blissfully in love.

2. Licking Fountains and Lip-Licking Experience: An Anal Odyssey through the Hills of Sydney

I gripped the lamppost tightly, feeling my heart beating faster with anticipation. The thick fog rolled through the hills, obscuring any light my eyes could find. I inhaled deeply, cherishing the sharp smell of sweet incense from lilies that had bloomed in the nearby creek. And I knew this was the right place.

The juicy fruit I had been seeking was to be found at the top of the hills in Sydney. I had heard of the place, the epicenter of queer men exploring their wild fantasies, sucking off men, until the stars shone bright above. My feet moved quickly, propelling me forward with a raging lust that I had never felt before.

At the foot of the hills, I heard a gurgling sound and I followed it. Ubiquitous laughter filled the air and the sweet smell of heady cologne wafted through the thickening fog. I rounded a bend and there it was, a fountain spurting jets of water, surrounded by dark bodies wearing nothing but tight leather historical briefs.

My eyes drank in the sensual sight, and I closed my lips around the fountain, bidding it welcome with a licking kiss. As I tasted its sweet, salty water, I felt his hard body behind me, clothed in nothing but a thin coat of iron muscles. I felt his hands on my skin and I groaned. The night had begun.

3. Getting Off to Get On: Two-Faced Up-Close-&-Personal Encounters on the Streets of Sydney

The Land Down Under: Adventures in Sydney

• Licking sidewalks and lingering glances in the night
• Down the cobblestone alleys of pleasure and vice
• Throughout the busy club district a steamy tryst lies in wait

I arrived in Sydney apprehensive and eager to explore the queer underground scene. I crept through the shadows of the narrow alley, savoring the fresh smells of seafood and cigarettes. I heard the thumping rhythms of nearby clubs, and felt the rhythm deep inside my chest. It stirred something primal within me, but I didn’t let myself get excited just yet.

I came around the corner and there he was. He was leaning against a brick wall, several sizes too big jeans and a leather jacket straining to contain his body. I took a deep breath and stepped closer, aware of my quickening pulse and the tightness in my jeans. His eyes followed my movement and with a raised eyebrow, he revealed a knowing smirk. We both knew what was on the menu.

Without a word, he grabbed me by my collar and backed me up against the wall. His teeth mangled my neck as he yanked my hips against his. We stood there for a moment, response intensifying into heated rumbles of passion. He kissed me hard and plunged his tongue deep into my mouth. I felt my breath catch in my throat, and a flood of hot sticky arousal washing over me. His hands found my lower back, and we both descended into another world.

4. Sucking Up the Sites and Tasting the Culture: A Salacious Story of Sweet Sydney Rewarding Explorations

Exploring Sydney’s Streets:

The initial impression of Sydney’s hedonistic delights overwhelmed me from the get-go. After late night scores on Rochford, Darlinghurst, as I explored Sydney’s inner-city streets, the possibilities seemed limitless. Balmy evenings brought out the city’s boys, and many delightful hours were spent wrangling my way under their succulent skin. Having already explored the Queer Empire of Oxford Street, a foray into Kings Cross drew me further into an odyssey of quite a different nature.

Rewarding Experiences:

With nightlife springing out from every orifice, I immersed myself in Sydney’s queer culture. Stumbling from cab to club and across crowded dancefloors, I fell from one hot experience into the next. In Sydney, no after-hours escape was too outrageous, no smell too tricksy, and no taste too sweet — deep breaths of freedom stealing through until sunrise. Adviser and lover, the digitally-friendly Sydney queer scene crept down each street, each nook and corner, shaking and stirring me all the way, making for some truly rewarding and wild experiences.

Future Outlook

As the sun rose on a new day in Sydney, my body was satiated with pleasure and exhaustion, leaving me calm and at peace amongst the morning rush. On this day, I had stumbled upon something beautiful, erotic and naughty that had left me feeling alive, empowered, and excited to explore new territories for further adventure. Whatever comes next would almost certainly never be as good as my prideful exploration into the world of Sydney’s naughty queer escapades. Until then, I will proudly exchange notes with others about our salacious encounters and remember the captivating charm of the City’s underground.