“Don’t think of it as physics lad, think of it in terms you know. Hydraulics is the force of fluid, so think of it as a fuck. Gravity is the weight of your body on top of your partner. Motion is the movement of your hips when inside of your partner. Each law is as significant to sex as they are to cars.” I thought about what he said, and discussed it later with Harry. He said it was not quite that simple, but yes it could be compared in similar ways.
Paul and I often had lunch in the rear garden area where he first sucked me off, and he occasionally gave me a head job. I did find it difficult being the only gay in the class, and received many taunts and found most would not work with me. It worried me at first, but as my confidence built, so did my tolerance of the main taunters. They were all the typical hetero male full of testosterone and male pride. Faggots were not part of their world, unless it was to go gay bashing with their mates on a Saturday night. Although they knew where I worked, I made sure they did not know where I lived, and never drove home directly. This may sound a bit over the top, but I did not want Harry dragged into it, and these kids; for that’s what they were, had little sense and less brains. They thought drag racing on the streets fun, disregarding the danger involved, thought donuts on the streets fun, and speeding in the city area normal, boasting of speeds in excess of 120kph in 60klm zones in their souped up, nitro injected V8’s, as great fun. No, I could not let these hoons find out where I lived, and made this fear known to Paul, and he placed a note on the computer restricting this information only to himself and the registrar.
I started to excel at my chosen trade, and practised what I learnt each week at work when I could. Joe was allowing me to work on more intricate jobs, but I was still the shit kicker of the workshop, and Joe and Stanley still did the bulk of the mechanical work. Stanley was now going to school 1 morning each week to learn to read and write, and he was doing well according to his instructor. The Government allowed for 1 on 1 teaching for the first 6 weeks, and then he would join a group of around 10. He was so proud when one day he came to work, and read out 3 safety signs from the workshop wall. His tutor decided to teach him by using signs from where he worked, and also from motor repair manuals. This was something he was really interested in, and his tutor reasoned he would learn quicker if he were taught about things that mattered to him.
I really enjoyed the workshop side of the training. Joe had prepared me well for the grease and grime of the trade, and to be honest, I liked being covered in shit most of the time. I never used a perfumed soap even before I became a mechanic, but being gay, I liked my men to smell me, not soap. Being in the workshop environment was hot and sweaty, and my body often got that odour of male sweat. Paul loved it when I met him after class for a coffee before going home. He said he could smell me coming into the office, and always got an instant hard on. He loved the smell of working men, and being in the TAFE office always gave him plenty of opportunity to indulge his fantasies. I could only smell myself on the odd occasion, when my body was hot, and the odours wafted up from me. It turned me on too, as I too had a thing for blue-collar men and their smells.
The first few weeks in the workshop were basic hand skills, learning how to use a file correctly, how to use a lathe for skimming electrical items, how to drill straight and in correct patterns, all skills we would need in our chosen jobs. My overalls were always on the nose at the end of each session, and covered in Treflex or mineral oil or metal filings. How Harry ever got them clean I don’t know, but he never allowed me to go to TAFE with stained or wrinkled overalls. He was a bit of a fusspot, but he always said he would not let his man out of the house in anything less than a perfect set of work clothes.
I loved it when Harry was home before me. I would arrive home in my greasy dirty work clothes or overalls, and he would be standing waiting for me at the door, stark naked. I always knew when this happened; he wanted my body before I showered, so he could get turned on by the sweaty odour I gave off. This was his time to fuck me, and I always loved it when he wanted me this way. It meant he loved me for what I was, and not what he would want me to be. I would take him in my arms, and plunge my tongue into his mouth, seeking his, and suck his tongue. We would kiss passionately for several minutes, before he would start to lick my neck and face, running his hands in my hair, while my hands explored his naked ass. He would slowly undo my work shirt, leaving it on so he could nozzle his nose into the fabric and smell the sweat absorbed into it. He would lick my chest and stomach, tasting the salty sweat, and my pits, where the body odour of a hard day’s manual work was testimony. My shirt would stay on, fully unbuttoned, while he undid my work shorts, and slid them to the floor, leaving them around my ankles, then he would go down, and remove my sweaty piss stained jocks with his teeth, inhaling the manly odours, the musky smell of my crutch. I loved this ritual, and I know Harry enjoyed every moment. This was his fantasy, and I loved for him to be able to satisfy this sexual need. Once the jocks were entangled around my ankles, he would place his mouth over my cock, and start to suck it, using his tongue to stimulate my head, going down as far as his nose would allow, before it collided with the base of my cock. There he would linger, inhaling me again, taking in my working smells, allowing his tongue to lick my balls, and sack. His actions would bring me to a ridged cock in a few minutes, and he would then move to my ass. My ass was never clean at this time of day. Having spent 9 to 12 hours at work, sweat pouring all over my body, my ass cheeks sliding together with the sweat of a heavy manual job, but Harry loved this part of his fantasy. I would feel his tongue licking the sweat from my hole, and his teeth nibbling my butt hole gently, before his tongue would enter my hole and go as deep as its length would allow. This was normally when I could hold no longer, and would blow my balls in a solid stream of man juice all over my chest and stomach. This was normally Harry’s cue to fuck the shit out of me, and he would throw me over a chair or the table, and open my cheeks wide, inserting his manhood into my body. I loved the gentle way he would enter me. He used only the spit from his tongue, but always lubricated me with enough to allow him to enter without problems. Once inside me and buried up to his balls in my body, he would start to move in and out, slowly and gently, easing himself into a rhythm. His body movements were like a ballet, delicate and gentle, but with rhythm and purpose. My body would move to his, and we became one, joined by my lovers cock. Harry had become a proficient lover, and although the more passive partner, had learnt to control his lovemaking and enjoy fucking me and control his climax to achieve his ultimate fantasy conclusion. We never practised safe sex together, and I loved his cum in my ass, I loved the feel as his juice shot into my cavity, filling me with his love. Hot and loving, a love only one man can give to another. We would then collapse on the floor together and kiss until the fibres of the carpet became too much and we would both head off to the shower, to wash and soap up each other.
The TAFE courses were set up in 4 semesters, and had 2 week up to 6 week breaks in-between. I was due to have a break in September, and as I had been working for Joe since October last year, Harry decided we would take a small break together. He came home with pamphlets of all sorts of holidays, but the one that caught my eye, was a gay cruise leaving a week before my holidays were due. It was a cruise from Long beach California through the Caribbean and back for 12 days. It would be tight, but with Joe’s help, we would need only about 18 days to do it. Harry thought the cruise a good idea, and after we decided to do it, he went over to Joe’s and had a talk to him. Harry now had Joe’s account too, and so he was used to seeing Joe and going to the workshop. I knew that when he was there it was for work, and apart from a deep meaningful kiss, left him alone with Joe. This time, however, he had not come to talk business with Joe. He had come to sort out holidays, so we could have plenty of time. Joe agreed to allow me to take 4 weeks, even though I was only entitled to just over 3 weeks. He would schedule his workload to suit. Harry thanked him, and hurried off to book the cruise. He booked flights to Sin
gapore, then on to Hawaii, and finally to Los Angeles. A Limo would then meet us and drive us to the ship. I had to arrange for a passport, and we both had to arrange for visas for entry to the USA. The travel agent took care of most things, and all was sorted out.
My Holiday Surprise
The day before we were to leave, I had a busy day at work, and we did not finish till after 7pm. I still had to pack, and Harry wanted to wash and dry my work clothes before we left. Knowing we had little time, and I was late, I rang mum, and she agreed to do the work clothes for me, so Harry and I could concentrate on the packing. She came over at about 8pm and picked up my washing. She kissed Harry and me before she left, and wished us a wonderful trip. Apart from the trip details, Harry had not elaborated on what we would be doing for the extra couple of weeks we would be away, so I did not prod him but rather allowed him his little secret. I knew he wanted to surprise me, this was Harry’s way, and he loved to surprise people: Just one of Harry’s little quirks. We arrived at Cairns International Airport, having taken a taxi, arriving around 2 hours before the flight was to depart at 10am. After checking our luggage in at the 1st class counter, which thrilled me knowing I would be travelling on my first overseas flight in first class, we went to the Qantas VIP lounge area, where food and drinks were served free. We would be the last on board, as they would notify us when we would need to move. After a light breakfast, we decided to go look at the duty free shops. My wardrobe for the trip was fairly light on, a couple of shorts, half a dozen T’s and 2 pair of sandals for the casual look, a pair of beige slacks and a couple of short sleeve shirts made up the rest with a pair of boots to match the pants. Harry had a large suitcase and had packed half his wardrobe, or so I thought. Harry was always prepared for any occasion and contingency. We saw a men’s shop, and wandered in, I was only trying to fill in time, but Harry was looking at styles and prices, and eventually decided what he wanted me to try on. The shorts were well tailored, and were in a fine linen fabric, in an oatmeal colour, and teamed with a polo shirt by Bakers of London. The shirt was in a white with brown and melon stripes around the collar and cuffs. It looked stunning on me, and when teamed with a pair of boat shoes was very smart. Next came a pair of tight fitting swimming Speedo’s, in white, so they could go opaque when wet, and allow my family jewels to be available for all to check out. Finally Harry spotted some cool jocks, Lycra fabric, skimpy and very colourful, ‘just in case we get caught with our pants down’ he said. We purchased them all, and moved off through the customs again, showing the duty free slip on the way through.
The trip was fantastic; each seat was a bed, each with its own video monitor, and so comfortable, I found it hard to stay awake. The trip to Singapore was via Darwin, two hours flying from Cairns and 6 hours then to Singapore, and we arrived at their local time of 5pm. We were catching a flight out of Singapore at midnight, so had booked a hotel room to allow us to freshen up, and rest, not that we got much rest, as Harry was in a particularly frisky mood. After a couple of hours of playful sex, we showered and headed for Newton Circuit where it was said the best local food delicacies could be had. Well they were right. It was a Mecca for food of all Asian styles. It was set up in many Makan stalls, each selling something different, from Indian to Chinese, to Malay to Indonesian. You could not get a steak, but the seafood was in abundance, cheap and delicious. Our bellies full, we headed back to the hotel, played a little more, showered, and then headed for the airport once again. Our luggage had been left at the airport, and we only had our hand luggage to worry about. The flight across the Pacific would take about 12 hours, and I was determined to join the ‘Mile High Club” with Harry and after about 4 hours into the flight, our chance came, and we slipped into the toilets at the end of the first class cabin. It was tight, but we wasted no time, as we were both horny and wanted to do this as quickly as we could before we were discovered. We kissed and stripped each other to the point where we could engage in a sexual act. I was to fuck Harry first, and using a little liquid soap from the container on the sink, lubricated Harry’s ass and started to finger fuck him to loosen him up. He did not need much loosening, anticipation allowed Harry to loosen quickly, and I slid my rod into him quickly and in one sliding motion. I could not be violent as my ass was up against the folding door, and it would cause a banging sound and alert the cabin crew. Harry did most of the work, and it took us less than 5 minutes to achieve our first target. The instant I came inside Harry, I pulled out, and we manoeuvred to allow Harry access to my ass. Again the liquid soap was used, and lubricated my ass, and Harry too wasted no time in sliding his cock into my love tube. Harry took longer to come, as he was not normally the top, but still came in about 10 minutes. We could hear voices as Harry climaxed, and a female voice called through the door, asking if either Mr Bright or Mr Fairchild was in the cubical. Harry was closest to the door now, so he decided to say he was in the cubical. We tried to stay quiet, but I started to giggle, and Harry too burst out in a fit of the giggles. We cleaned ourselves up, and dressed, Harry checked himself in the mirror, and then opened the door sufficient to allow him to exit, but not enough for others to see me inside. I waited for about 5 minutes before I exited the cubical. There was nobody in sight, and I rejoined Harry. We beamed at each other. We were both members of the “Mile High” club in more ways than one.
The rest of the trip was uneventful, with sleep being the biggest attraction. We spent some time in the upstairs bar, but alcohol just made us sleepier. Arriving in Hawaii, we connected onto a ‘United’ flight to Los Angeles, and were airborne again within 2 hours, arriving at the city of Angles at 1pm that day, or their time. Our limo was waiting for us, with the chauffer waiting at the exit gate from Customs and Immigration with a plaque with Harry’s name on it. It was very luxurious, and we had a drink of Champagne as we sped down the freeway to Long Beach. The ship was leaving at 5pm that evening, so our timing had to be right, and that is why we had to transfer to a United Airlines flight out of Hawaii, as Qantas did not arrive in California until after 3pm local time.
The ship was called ‘Navigator of the Seas’ and we had reserved a Grande Suit with balcony. It was on deck 10, and was so luxurious. It was one room, but large, and had a separate bathroom. It had its own mini bar, and closed circuit TV, plus many other extras. The room also had privileges attached, and they are too numerous to list. After checking our luggage was brought up to the room, we decided to head off and explore. Although most passengers were on deck, we waited till the ship slipped anchor, and glided out to sea. We just hugged each other, not saying a word, happy to be together. This cruise would allow us both to be our selves, as all the passengers on board were gay, so there was no need to hide our love. We stayed on deck till land was no longer visible, and then headed off to our suit. It was well after 7pm, but we called the concierge, and a light snack was brought up for us. The cabin staff that arrived with the tray was a real hunk, and definitely gay from the looks he gave us both, mostly at our crutches, not our faces. We retired to our king size bed after eating, and snuggled up together; cradled in each other’s arms, safe in the knowledge we were starting a new phase in our relationship.
The whole trip was a party. If we were not up till 4am each morning, it was because we had decided to have a night of sex in the cabin. There was a nightclub where we danced the night away, a cinema, which was showing all the favourite gay movies, including Rocky Horror and Pricilla Queen of the Desert. We exercised in the well equipped gym every day, and always came out of the place with hard ons, as there were so many hunky muscle boys in there. The fancy dress ball was a riot. We hired our costumes from the shipboard hire shop, and I went as the construction worker from the group Village People and Harry went as the leather man. Harry looked good in leather. Others went in every conceivable outfit imaginable; one even went as a cock head. Harry really came out during the cruise, and we made many friends of other gay couples, one couple we met were from Sydney, and another from Toronto Canada. We spe
nt many of the trips off ship with these two couples, and had a ball.
It was the last night of the cruise, and the ship was heading back to California. Harry arranged for dinner to be served in our suit, and a table for two was set up on the balcony. It was beautifully laid, with white tablecloth, silver cutlery and fine bone china dinnerware. Silver candelabra graced the centre of the table. Harry had hired a dinner suit for us both, and mine was in white, his conservative black, but he looked so suave and sophisticated. I liked the look of the white dinner suit on me, as I was unable to wear white too often due to the grease and dirt ingrained into my rough workman hands, and sweaty body, but 2 weeks away from the workshop had allowed this grime to wash out of my pores and allowed me to wear white several times during the cruise.
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