[raymcc]

By the time I drove to his apartment, the snow was coming down in heavy flakes, blanketing everything, but given the temperature was just a bit below freezing, the sidewalks were slushy. We hopped out of the car and made a dash for his building, me following him. Just a few steps out, his feet slid, and he tumbled to the ground, cold and soaked. "No snow in Australia...still getting used to this stuff.' I extended an arm, helped him and got a 'thanks mate.' His apartment was a 'quad'. Four separate rooms each with it's own bath and small sitting area, connected to a central den-like room and kitchen. "I've got to get out of these clothes and get warm and dry. Make yourself comfortable, it won't take but a couple of minutes." He peeled his clothes off right in front of me, and headed into the shower. "feel free to look around." Curious about the life of a college guy, I thought I would. Massive amounts of books, more than a few empty beer cans, a few ashtrays with what appeared to be spent joints, a nice double bed with an Aussie flag blanket. Two pillows. I wondered how often both got used.

To the left of his desk was an easel, with a stack of sketches. I started flipping through them. They were nudes, a combination of males and females, with the subject in various prone positions. It was 'neck down' only. In a few, the subject had their hand modestly draped over their privates. The guys (was it just one guy?) was obviously more comfortable, as his hands were up and joined behind his head. Just then, the shower stopped and a voice broke the silence 'what do you think?' I couldn't tell whether or not to be embarrassed. "They're nice, do you collect these?" "No, I draw them...and two of them are of me." Wow, that's self-confident I thought. "I'm an art minor...yes, pre-med and art are an odd combination, but studying the human form is fascinating, and it's a great break from being buried in books." The male subject in the last sketch appeared to be somewhat aroused. 'Well is this one you?' He laughed "yup...can't remember exactly what I was thinking that day, but what happens happens when you're a still life model. You know, you could be a model for that art class. You have such great upper body definition, and with those swimmer's abs it would be a challenge to get it right. It's a great way to make some spending money. "I'm not sure I'm ready to get naked in front of a bunch of people." "you Americans are funny - so liberal on some issues and such prudes - like nudity, sex and drugs. How can you be a swimmer and race in a suit that's essentially nothing and worry about being in an art class.?" Good point, I thought. "So how much does it pay?" "It's $40 an hour, cash, and let's be honest, you don't lift a finger. Usually they need you for two 5 hour sessions." OK, now he was talking. "You really think I could do it?" "I've seen you nude, trust me, they'd be delighted to have you...and it's actually a bit of a turn on once you get into it. For the first two sessions I wore a Speedo, and when I got comfortable, finally just peeled it off. You can work up to 'full exposure.' A lot was racing through my head. Would I have the balls to do it? What an easy way to make some spending money. He sure seemed to have observed me naked carefully.

He didn't bother with underwear, slid on a pair of sweat pants, white gym socks and a T and then sweatshirt. "Well, what's it going to be...a joint or a beer?"
Truth is I had only smoked once - and only briefly - before. "Well, being a jock, I've never done much of either, but (thinking about driving home), how about a joint?" "OK, but you've got to be careful, cuz this stuff packs a punch." He lit it up, took a deep inhale and passed it. Predictably I took too much in and coughed like mad, embarrassed. "Here, let me help you with the dosing" It's called 'Aussie inhaling'. He took another drag, and with his lips still closed, motioned for me to come closer. Putting his lips on mine, he exhaled into my mouth and lungs. WTF??? I tried to stay cool. It wasn't erotic, but certainly not expected. He was right though. The smoke was cooler. I had pulled my head back and kept my lips locked, and he then said 'OK, time to give it back.' So I did. We did this a few times and I was wasted in short order, light-headed and starting to think just about everything was amusing. "I hope you don't mind that I did that...most Americans are less used to doing it...and you guys here are so overly paranoid about being called gay, I get it's a different experience." "No, it was fine actually." Actually I thought...It was cool having is whisker stubble against my face, and get to look into is sky blue eyes so closely. Ok, maybe I was the weird one. But he made a point of 'gay paranoia', so he must be straight as I expected. Naturally we got hungry and he suggested ordering a pizza. By now the snow was piling deep. "You'd better not for me, I need to head home." "you're crazy to drive in this stuff." I knew he was right. I called home and told my dad that I was camping out on the floor and would be home in the morning.

OK, at least now I could relax. I was flopped into a bean bag 'chair' as was he, both half sprawled out on the floor. If this was college life, it seemed pretty cool.

"So tell me about that new speedo this week" Ok, interesting, he noticed. "Well, the green one is pretty old, and yours seemed all new, so I think I bought it so you wouldn't think I was some kind of slob." He laughed. "Well, that wouldn't be a problem, but if you wanted a new speedo, I've got a ton, it's all we wear at home to the beach. He went over to a drawer, opened it, scooped up a handful of suits and tossed them to me. "Here, pick a couple you want." There seemed to be every color and pattern. "I dunno." "Want me to pick some for you?" "Sure" "Well, this one would look great...this one too...and this one. But you must try them on for me to make sure they fit." As I said, he was taller than me - but slender...I suspected his suit size might be smaller than I'd pick. I picked up the suits, got up and was headed to the bathroom to try them on. "where are you going, drop your pants and do it here." My biggest fear was quickly realized. Trying on a new suit was always arousing for me particularly one maybe a size smaller than I'd have chosen...and here I was trying on one from someone I thought was very good looking and sitting right there. "Yup, that one is a keeper. It's yours. Let's see the yellow one. Even better! Now try that Aussie flag suit." By now, I had a hard on.

"Uhhh, sorry about that, it always happens when I try these things on." He leaned back in the bean bag chair laughing 'no big deal, it happens to all of us'....but that 'lean back' revealed I wasn't the only one with a boner. He asked me to just keep that last suit on, and tossed me a pair of sweatpants for over. "OK, question. I know how I got this boner. Looks like you popped one also." "Well, don't take this the wrong way, but you've got an amazing body - I mean really amazing, and I'm an artist and appreciate beautiful things. Your dick is beautiful, and for someone who's not that large, you've got a great set of balls. I'd love to sketch them." "Well, sometime down the road you might have that opportunity. Are you sure you want to give me these suits? Honest, I can afford my own." "It would actually please me if you wore my suits." Hmmm, that could be either graciousness or something else. I asked if he had a girlfriend "yes, but very casual", and how he found life in America. "Everyone says Australia is a lot like the U.S., or at least like California...I love it here, but it's taking me time to get used to the culture. As I said, you Americans are very funny about sex."

It was getting late, I actually nodded off, splayed across the beanbag chair. All I remember is at one point, Sean put a blanket across me, and tousled my hair, and evidently crawled in bed. At 3:15, I needed to get up and pee, and had the typical huge mid-night boner...I was also freezing on the floor. Went into the bathroom, returned, and heard his voice. "Grab your blanket and lay down here...there's room." Wait, was Sean asking me to go to bed with him? "Mate, I'm not hitting on you, just offering you a more comfortable place to sleep." Uhh, I was embarrassed to even have suspected it - and worried I had offended him. I crawled inside, still with sweatpants on and his speedo on underneath, thought the suit was not successfully containing my hard on. I was on my side facing away from him, and he moved closer and commented I was freezing. "you need some warmth". He got close, and I tried to be comfortable with it. He draped his arm across my chest, I could feel his curls against the back of my neck, and before long I could hear he had dozed back off.

Daylight broke into the room. The snow had stopped. He was on his back, and I was laying on my side facing him with my hand on his stomach. WTF happened last night I wondered? Coming out of my 'stoned haze', I reconstructed the evening, and rifling through what I could remember, was trying to sort out if all of it was weird or not. "G'morning sunshine" he offered. "uhh, yeah...I don't even remember...how did I end up in your bed?" "o, you were begging to make out with me in the middle of the night and I gave in." "no fucking way!" "you're right. You were freezing on the floor and I encouraged you to 'get over it' and get warm."

I got dressed, headed out, and thanked him, and told him I looked forward to seeing him next week. "Any chance you want to hit the pool on Sunday and practice our moves?" "How about if I call you?" The thought excited me...and of course I'd wear one of his suits 'just for his pleasure.'