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When we drove back, Matt couldn’t stop talking about how proud he was of his team. When he asked if I had enjoyed watching, I said, “I got quite distracted because you look so good in these shorts.” I was driving, but I quickly reached over and stroked his thigh. I heard him gasp. “Wow… surrounded by underaged kids, and still…”, he was mocking me. I laughed. “Hey, you were the one bending over, showing the outline of your jockstrap to all the parents.” “Oh no, really?” “Oh yes! And not just me. There were some Moms behind me who couldn’t stop talking about you!” “That is mortifying!” “Maybe wear a thong for the next match”, I suggested. Matt laughed. But then he said, “Well, it wouldn’t give me any lines, I guess.” “Exactly.” “Should I wear a thong during the wedding as well?” “Oh absolutely!” He laughed, but I wasn’t sure if he was serious.

It had been a few months ago that Matt and I had discussed going to Australia to visit his family and friends. I had intended to get us tickets to go back for Christmas, New Year’s, and Matt’s birthday, which is January 5. But it wasn’t much later that we got the announcement that Dave and Nat were going to get married in Brisbane in October, which was springtime in Australia. Dave had asked Matt to be the best man. So that pushed our plans forward. It was quite a hassle for Matt to get a few weeks off work, but he insisted he had to be there when Dave and Nat got married. And he couldn’t travel all the way to Australia without seeing his parents. In the end it all worked out and we were soon going to be on our way down under.

Matt and I had now been together for a little over a year. It felt so long ago that I first met him at the school my brother worked at. I was still as deeply in love with him as I was a year ago, and I could tell Matt felt the same. So it was high time I met the parents. I had spoken to his Mom via Skype, and she had been so nice. His Dad wasn’t as modern, so I had only seen a picture. Matt’s parents had been divorced since he was 18. His Mom had moved to the city of Brisbane, but his Dad still lived in the town where he grew up.

The day that we got to the airport, I realized I was excited to take my first trip abroad with Matt, and my first trip ever to Australia. But I was also quite nervous about meeting all of his family and friends. I really wanted them to like me. Matt seemed anxious to go back, most of all. It was going to be quite a long trip, but already at San Francisco Airport he was fidgeting.

Our first flight was 13 and a half hours long, to Shanghai. It was only noon, but we were going to try and get some sleep on the plane. This was probably going to be fine for Matt, as he had a tendency to fall asleep quite easily. I, however, wasn’t so great with sleeping in public and with jet-lags in general. But I was certainly going to try. We both were in sweatpants and zip-up hoodies, hoping to be as comfortable as possible on the plane.

As the plane took off, I held on to Matt’s arm. “Look at me”, I said. I could tell by his expression that he thought he was going to pass out, like he usually does during take-off. His body had tensed up so much, and when he looked at me, I already saw his eyelids starting to close down and his eyes rolling up, but then I noticed he was fighting it, focusing on me. In the end, his eyes rolled up all the way and his head dangled forward. Only for a little while. When he woke up, he was very excited that he almost fought off the unconsciousness. “Let’s try that again on the second flight!”, he said.

Just as I had predicted, Matt had no problem sleeping on the flight. His head felt heavy on my shoulder and his hand lay loosely in mine. I tried to watch a movie, and may have drifted off for a few hours. But I definitely did not feel rested when we landed in Shanghai, at 4:30 PM local time. I felt like it was the middle of the night. “You look so cute when you’re sleepy”, Matt said. “Do you want to get a hotel for a few hours? I read they have an airport hotel with hourly rates.” “No, I’ll be fine”, I said. The layover was only five hours. By the time I would be in that bed, it would practically be time to head back to the airport. And I figured I would be better off adjusting to this new timezone by staying awake.

Matt and I got ourselves some coffee and talked. Matt was almost hyper, that’s how excited he was about seeing everyone again. Once we landed in Brisbane, Matt’s Mom had invited us over to sleep off the jet-lag and for a family dinner with Matt’s brothers and their wives. The next day we would get in the rental car and drive to visit Matt’s Dad in Nanango. Which to me sounded incredibly exotic. “Don’t get your hopes up”, Matt joked. Then we would head back to Brisbane and stay with Matt’s Mom in Brisbane for the rest of our holiday. We would stay there for the bachelor party, which in Australia they call a ‘buck’s night, and the wedding. “So how… private… is that room going to be? Shouldn’t we just pay for a hotel? You know we’re going to be sexually frustrated. I’m sexually frustrated after a 13 hour-flight!” “Me too, babe, me too. With Mum’s place I reckon it’ll be fine actually. Dad might not be so keen on the whole boyfriend thing at all actually… And it’s quite an old place, so the walls might be thin.” “It sounds pretty rough, I’m not going to lie”. Matt laughed. “Look, worst case scenario, we spring for a hotel in Brisbane for some private time. Mum will understand. We can even spin it and say we’re going clubbing. We wouldn’t want to wake her up when we get home late, would we?” I smiled.

At 9.40PM our second flight departed to Brisbane. I felt so tired, I was actually a little drowsy. I was positive I would be able to sleep on this flight. I absent-mindedly looked out the window. As we took off, Matt shook my hand. “Babe? Babe!” I slowly turned around and saw Matt looking at me, but immediately he passed out. I totally forgot to distract him from the airplane take-off. His head lay back on the head-rest, his mouth hanging open. He woke up, but we were still far from horizontal in the air. “Sorry”, I said. He seemed a little disoriented and soon fainted a second time, this time with his head resting on his chest. When he woke up again, I again apologized. Matt said it was OK, but I still felt a little guilty. But tiredness soon took over my feeling of guilt as I don’t remember much else.

I woke up and noticed a blanket was covering me and Matt. I assumed he had done that. He had turned sideways in his chair and was snuggling up to me. His head was on my shoulder again. I tried to sit up and noticed that Matt’s hand was on my cock. I had a throbbing boner. He must have grabbed me in his sleep. He’s done it before when he hadn’t had sex for longer than a day. So I should have seen it coming. I now realized we were the only ones with a blanket, so I knew it was a gift from the flight attendants. My erect cock was probably making my sweatpants tent. I kept the blanket on us for a little longer, but I looked underneath how bad it really was. My cock was mainly covered by Matt’s large hand. But there was a clear outline. Matt, on the other hand was sporting a slight wet spot on his smaller tent. I was a little embarrassed and wondered how many people saw.

When we landed a few hours later, Matt also woke up. The second flight had been 10 and a half hours. It was now 10.15AM in Brisbane. I felt surprisingly adjusted to the timezone. It was also now Monday morning, even though we left on Saturday, which felt a bit like time-travel. I didn’t tell Matt what happened with the blanket.

Matt could barely contain his excitement that he was back home while we waited for our luggage. We went ahead to one of the car rental places and soon we were on our way to Matt’s Mom’s place. Matt offered to drive. Once we were in the car, and saw the steering wheel on the right side, I was happy that he offered, because I wouldn’t be able to deal with driving on the right side of the road. There were clear blue skies, even though soon we headed into a few tunnels. Once we were out, we were on a series of highways and large roads through an urban area. It wasn’t all that different from the US so far. Matt talked about how his Mom lived in a suburb called Indooroopilly. “Is it all indoors?” “No.” “Then why the name?” “It’s derived from an Aboriginal name. Everything that doesn’t sound English is likely to be. People from Brisbane call it Indro. It’s really quite a young area of the city, close to university campus.”

It was about 25 minutes when Matt took the exit off the highway. “My heart is going crazy”, he said. “When’s the last time you came here?”, I asked. “Three years ago, first Christmas without my ex-wife. Celebrated Christmas Day with my Mum and brothers, and went up to Nanango for a few days. Went back here for New Year’s.” He sighed. “It all seems so long ago.”

We took a left onto Moggill Road. At one point we passed a large shopping centre. “Ooh, we will have to check that out”, I said. “Yeah, sure!”, Matt said. I had started to enjoy shopping for clothes more now that I was with Matt. Seeing him try on clothes with his oversized behind was a favorite pastime of mine. Matt usually got frustrated with the small sizes and fitting rooms after a while. But Matt was going to have to get measured for his suit for the wedding either way. We made a right turn onto Coonan Street. “We’re close”, Matt said. We then went right onto Belgrave Road, and then the first left onto Henderson Street. We were surrounded by fancy, large apartment buildings. “Is it one of these buildings?” “Yes, right in front, on the left!” It was the nicest-looking building of the three that we saw in front of us. Henderson Street took us to a T-junction of Grosvenor Road. Matt took a left and looked for a parking space. “We’re here!” His eyes were wide with excitement. We took our luggage from the rental car and walked over to the main entrance.

We rang the doorbell for apartment 11, and I recognised Shannan’s voice from the Skype calls. “Is that you, Matthew?” “Yep, we’re here Mum!” She buzzed us in.

Once we had taken the elevator up, Shannan was waiting in the hallway. “Matty!” She threw her arms around him and hugged him tight. By her heavy breathing I could tell she was emotional. Matt seemed a little wobbly, much like when he met Dave at San Francisco Airport. So I tried to hold him up in case he passed out. “It’s so good to see you, Matty”, she said softly as she let go. I could see her wiping away some tears. And, as expected, Matt sagged in her arms, limp as a noodle. I slowly let him fall onto his knees. She fell onto her knees with him and continued hugging him. She held him tightly, holding him upright. His head was resting on her shoulder. Soon, he woke up. “Don’t cry, Mum”, he said. “We’re here!” They both got back up to their feet. “This is Alex”, he said, grabbing my shoulder. “Oh crikey, welcome Alex. It is so good to meet you.” She gave me a hug as well. I liked how the fainting episode wasn’t even addressed. They were both used to it. “I can’t believe you’re even taller than my Matty. I feel tiny!” Shannan was about 5’6’’ (168cm), which was short compared to Matt’s 5’10’’ (179cm) and my 6’3’’ (190cm). She was in her mid-50s and had long blond hair, which I was guessing wasn’t her natural color. Her skin was quite tan, something she didn’t pass on to her son. But I did see him in her brown eyes. “Come in!”, she ordered. We took our luggage into the apartment. It was a two-bedroom apartment which was decorated cosily. She took us to the guest bedroom, which wasn’t very large but would be just fine. It had a direct entrance to the balcony. We also had our own bathroom, with a spacious walk-in shower.

When we got back to the living room, Shannan was already preparing us some sandwiches for lunch. “Do you want anything to drink? Go sit out on the balcony! It’s a great day!” She was pampering us like a Mom is expected to when her son and his boyfriend visit. Once the sandwiches and our drinks arrived, I realized how hungry I was. Matt was telling his mother about the trip we had had, and anything that had been going on with him recently. The trip to San Francisco with Dave and Nat, the new coaching job… And in the meantime I was just eating. “I needed that Shannan, thank you so much”, I said when I finished. “My pleasure, sweetheart”, she said. Shannan wanted to know more about the planning for Dave and Nat’s wedding and the upcoming buck’s night. “I love how you’re going to be the best man for his wedding”, she said, “just like he was at yours”. “Let’s hope his marriage lasts longer though”, Matt said. I giggled as I sat back with my drink. “Well, you look like you’re quite happy with this fella over here!” Matt and I looked at each other and smiled. “Look at you two! Definitely in love. You know there’s a postal vote on gay marriage over here right now.” “Yeah, Matt told me about it”, I said. “I can’t imagine anyone who votes no has seen love like that”, she said.

Shannan and I already sort of spoke over Skype before, so she asked me if work was still so busy and if my parents were doing OK. Soon enough, she announced, “All right, I’m going to let you two take a shower and a nap if you need it. Later we’ve got Jim and Tom coming over with Holly and Mackenzie. So we’ll be a bit crowded. I asked Holly not to bring the kids, so I’m assuming it’s just the 7 of us. And I’m gonna go do the food shopping for that. Anything I definitely need to bring or not bring?” “Definitely bring beer”, Matt said. “No allergies, Alex?”, Shannan asked. “No, this guy eats everything I make him”, Matt replied for me. I laughed.

Once Shannan left, we finally had some time alone. We stood on the balcony and looked out over the tall buildings. I put my arm around Matt. “You OK?” We looked at each other. Our faces were so close our noses almost touched. Matt nodded. We kissed shortly, but romantically. “I just feel disgusting”, he then said. I smiled. “I know, it’s been days since we’ve had a shower.” “If you go first, I’ll start the unpacking.” “I wanna say deal, but I have a condition. I desperately want to fuck you once we both get cleaned up.” “Honestly, I’ve been thinking about your perfect cock since Shanghai. You got yourself a deal, mate.”

I ran toward the guest bathroom, where Shannan had conveniently left towels. I stripped and stood under the warm water. It felt amazing. I was towelling off when Matt walked into the bathroom. “Oh wow”, he said as he looked over my naked body. I laughed. He quickly tugged on my cock, already making it grow slightly. “Are you sure you want to shower first?”, I flirted. Matt sniffed his armpit. “Yeah, I’m not going to feel sexy like this”, he said, as he took his T-shirt off, followed by his sweatpants. I stayed and watched the show. He had gone commando all this time. His semi-hard cock, foreskin still covering his head, popped out and cheerfully bounced up and down as Matt kicked off the sweatpants. He then walked into the shower. He moaned. “The warm water feels really, really good”, he said. “I know!”, I said, “I didn’t want it to end.” I had finished drying myself off, and now I was just shamelessly watching my boyfriend shower. His bulbous, round ass was something I could always look at, but it was the longer moments like these that I could also admire his muscular physique. “I put out an outfit that I like for you”, Matt then said as he washed his hair. “Oh. Right”, I said as I snapped out of it. I hung the towel on the rack and I walked back to the bedroom.

Matt had laid out a T-shirt and shorts on the bed. I knew he liked seeing me in shorts, he had mentioned it before. I laid down on the bed naked. It was so comfortable, but I knew I couldn’t drift off for just a little longer. Matt came into the room in his towel, which he soon took off and dropped to the floor. His boner pointed to the ceiling. I got up from the bed and walked toward him. Then we heard the front door.

“Matty, are you here?” “It’s Jim!”, Matt said, as he quickly bent down to pick up his towel, wrapped it around himself and walked to the living room. I quickly slipped into the shorts that were on the bed anyway and I also walked out. I saw Matt, still holding his towel up, which was loosely around his waist, hugging Jim, his oldest brother, with one arm. The contrast between them was interesting, as Jim was a balding businessman and had shown up in a button-down shirt with a tie, and slacks. Whereas Matt’s muscular body was pretty much naked, revealing the top of his buttcrack right above the towel. Jim’s wife Holly was right behind him, her blond hair up in a bun. I caught her glancing at Matt’s body, yet she seemed a bit uncomfortable hugging Matt in his near-naked state. “So is this the American?”, Jim then asked, spotting me. “That’s me”, I said. “This is Alex!”, Matt said enthusiastically. I shook Jim’s hand, and then Holly’s. I myself was quite uncomfortable being shirtless among strangers, yet Matt seemed absolutely fine. “Mum’s just out for some food shopping. And we were just…” “Oh crikey! You weren’t about to do some arse-fucking, Matty, were you?”, Jim asked. “I was about to get my arse fucked, actually, mate.” Jim and Holly laughed hysterically. “But let us change and we’ll be right out.” “I’m timing you!”, Jim shouted. Once the bedroom door closed, Matt and I looked at each other with expressions that said ‘that was close’.

To be continued…