Date: Sun, 23 Mar 2014 17:30:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: jbalancier9@yahoo.com
Subject: Rocco's Diary Part 3

Rocco's Diary / Part 3

Justin Balancier  jbalancier9@yahoo.com

Diary Entry – 5 weeks later – Jackson - Philadelphia / Colin - Australia

A month passed quickly living in Philadelphia.  On Friday morning, Jackson
went to the train station to see Rocco off.

That's correct. Rocco was leaving again, only this time he was going to New
York by himself.

Earlier that week, Rocco received an email from a friend, named Jeremy who
lived in the village. So he decided to go to New York City. He had a place
to stay on Washington Square, but still needed cash in his pocket.

His idea was to hustle a few tricks for fast money. He knew the escort
competition was fierce in New York, but he was hoping to pull it off. He
was built for it, and had polished charisma.  Let's not forget, his
impressive cock.  It was certainly a plus in that line of work.

Rocco was anxious to see New York again. He preferred travelling by
train. It was slower, of course, but time was on his side and he understood
best how to use time. He could meet people. It was something he had done
for years.

Rocco planned on looking for a job as a waiter, in a fashionable uptown
restaurant. He figured he could attract financially secure women and
businessmen. For him, that meant temporary security in a bustling jungle,
if he played his cards right.

They arrived, at the station, with only eight minutes to spare. The train
for New York pulled out and Rocco was gone. It was just that quick.

 "Christ, like the big apple, doesn't already have enough faggots." –
Jackson thought to himself. He was relieved however, seeing Rocco leave. It
was a welcomed break for his sanity, although he would miss the sex...

Jackson had previously booked a return flight to Los Angeles, and he was
going home, the following day. Before parting the train station to go home,
he went into the breakfast lounge for his second morning cup of coffee.

He sat at the counter, stirring his coffee and deep in thought.

"Did you lose your best mate? You look a bit dumpy" said an attractive man
with a British accent.

Jackson turned to him and said – "England?"

"Australia". The man replied. My name is Colin.

"Jackson here."

"Is this your first time to Philadelphia," Jackson asked.

"Yes it is. I am from Melbourne and I am utterly lost.  I have been
visiting American cities and learning about your fabulous country. I am
fortunate however; I get to travel often in my business. I am doing
research on US politics and hoping to complete a book on America's rise to
prominence. That's what brought me to Philadelphia. You know, Ben Franklin,
the Liberty Bell and all those sort of things.

"Got it." Jackson replied. "Well, this is the right place to be."
Actually, I'm from California. I have been in Philly for about a month and
I go home to LA tomorrow.

It appeared that Colin never heard a word he said to him. His eyes were
transfixed on Jackson and he looked deep in thought.

"Say Jackson, do you have anything planned for later today?" asked Colin.

"Not really. I came to see a friend off on the express train to New York."

"Have lunch with me."

"What?"

"Have lunch with me."

Jackson was surprised at the invitation. Although, he just met the man, he
liked him right off. The Australian accent was cultivating to hear. It had
a down home Oz of elegance to it.

"Okay, sure. That would be nice, but it's my treat."

"No way Mate. I did the asking – remember?"

"Jot down your number, and I will ring you in an hour or so. We can figure
out where to meet, since you know the city, much better than I".

"Okay"

"Later mate."

"Yeah, later."

Jackson tingled with interest. Hum, `mate', I like that.

His Australian acquaintance was delightful and sexy. He appeared to sway
like a cowboy, but was dressed more like a business man. His clothes were
finely tailored. Jackson looked forward to seeing him later.

He wasn't expecting anything sexual to happen. But, to be on the prepared
side, Jackson showered, douched, and shampooed every body part. He wanted
to look good.

Oddly enough, Colin was back at his hotel, doing the same thing. He was
determined to look hot when he met Jackson for lunch. He didn't have to try
very hard. He had sexy down under appeal. Clothes clung to his hard body
like bark on a pine tree.

Jackson received a text message to meet on Chestnut Street, near
Independence Hall in about an hour. The timing was perfect because he was
not far from Chestnut Street.

As he approached the corner, Colin was already there. He looked
incredible. His pants were form fitting and showed a bulge between his
legs. Jackson was slightly nervous but wildly excited looking at his new
mate.

"Holy shit," Jackson thought to himself upon seeing him standing in the
sunlight. "I think I am already in love." And then reality returned. He
walked up to speak to Colin.

"G'day, mate good to see you again" Colin extended his hand. This was the
first time they touched each other. It felt comforting and almost erotic.

"Hi there," – Jackson replied.

There was a small restaurant close to Independence Hall that looked
friendly. "How about there? Jackson asked. It's mostly adults and no noisy
kids.

"Excellent. Can't take a bunch of ankle-biters running around when you're
having lunch"... Replied Colin.

Poking forks through two Chicken Caesar salads, they chatted away about
politics, world cities and the weather. It was summer in Philadelphia and
winter in Australia.

Jackson brushed his leg against Colin and left it there for a few seconds.
Moments later Colin did the same thing to him.

Jackson wasn't interested in playing beginner's games, so he put his hand
on Colin's knee under the table. It was magical when Colin opened his
thighs and took Jackson's hand and placed it on his crotch, covering the
bulge between his legs. Jackson could feel a semi stiff cock and firm balls
right through his clothing.

"What do you think?" – asked Colin

"Phew, - I think we should get the hell out of here right now."

"Yeah, me too – definitely." Colin replied

Jackson's cock was already twitching and beginning to get hard. His hunger
was no longer for Caesar salad. He wanted to suck Colin or maybe get
fucked. It didn't matter much to him. He just wanted to get off. He was
every bit a whore, the same as Rocco, when it came to men.

They left the restaurant and walked to Colin's hotel. There, they took the
elevator to the 9th floor and headed for Colin's room.

Jackson could not keep his eyes off Colin's butt, as he walked in front of
him, down the hallway. They stopped at room 904. He was excited beyond
belief.

"I hope he's not a serial killer." Jackson thought, "At least I'll go
happy."

That nonsense faded quickly when the door closed behind them.  Jackson
without delay pushed Colin against the wall and began touching his body. He
kissed his chest, and slobbered over him like a desperate slut. His hand
went immediately to the bulge in Colin's pants.

"Want it? Colin asked.

"Jesus yes,"

"I knew you did. I could see the look in your eyes" - Colin labored
anxiously getting his pants off and removing Jackson's shirt at the same
time.

"Naked, Philadelphia boy - I want you naked.

He leaned against the wall with his cock sticking out and hanging
downward. It was becoming very swollen and hard. His underwear was holding
up his balls.

"Get on your knees and give me a gobby." He said.

"I'm not sure what that means, but I am going to suck you dry. Will that
do?"

"Yes – yes. Be my little whore, I need this." "I am toeir than a Roman
sandal."

Jackson laid Colin across the bed with his legs hanging over the side.  He
kneeled on the floor and began to service his Aussie mate, who was waiting
to be sucked, and his body worshipped.

This was exactly what Jackson was good at doing.  Rocco had shown him a few
moves that were dirty and hot. He intended to use every one of them on
Colin.

He sniffed and licked the precum from the head of Colin's cock.  It was
such beautiful prime meat. His body was delicious smelling. He wanted
everything he could get his lips on. He buried his face into Colin's crotch
and rubbed his nose around his balls. Then he chewed on his pubic hair and
licked the inside of his thighs. Jackson swallowed his cock and sucked for
all he was worth.

"Oh, yes mate, do me – do me, you little whore. Colin was getting wildly
hot and started spewing degrading words at him.  "Yes- that's it. Talk to
me - say anything you feel like saying. It turns me on and I perform
better.

"Good, I'll do that for you.  Providing you please me."  Colin added "I'll
try."

"Don't try, just do it" – Colin commanded.

Jackson lifted Colin's legs and pushed his face into the crack of his
butt. He began licking his ass and slurping his hole with his tongue.

"Yea, good fellow, you sexy little pig. Get your fill and keep tongue
fucking me." - "I suspected that you were looking for cock." "I could see
the hunger in your face, when you touched me under the table."

"Oh you could. Could you?

"For us both mate. That's a compliment."

"Well then, I do have some work to do." Jackson replied.

Jackson travelled over Colin's body. He licked the inside of his thighs,
stomach, chest and neck. He raised his arm and licked his arm pit and
chewed on the moist black hair which smelled earthy and hot.

"Jumpin gater meat, you are double A. This is better than I thought it
would be. What an American slut. "That doesn't offend you, - does it?  You
asked me to talk." Colin said.

"Offend me!! – Hell no. You are exquisite. I am honored, to do you."

"Do me then, and let's start with this." - "I want to face fuck you. Are
you up to that?" Colin asked

"I don't know. Can you convince me that I will like it?"

"Sure"

"Okay, go ahead"

Colin began. - "You are a hungry slut, and you have been eyeing my cock
ever since I met you today. When I spotted your hot little body, I knew I
had to fuck you. So, I tried to get friendly. I wanted your hand on my
crotch and you responded.  Good show.  I have a man-size pole between my
legs, but it's not too big for you to handle. I want to put it inside you,
and dump my sticky cream either in your butt or down your throat." "You
decide where it should go."

He continued. – "You can drink hot Aussie milk. I know that's what you
want. My nuts are screaming to be emptied.  What do you say mate. Care to
help a fella out with your mouth?

"I'm convinced. – "I am definitely convinced. I want you down my throat,
declared Jackson."  "Get on the bed mate. Now lay your head over the edge
of the bed. Don't worry, I'll support you. "Now Open!!"

Colin stood and straddled Jackson's head. He positioned his crotch over his
face. Jackson opened his mouth and Colin slid his cock between his
lips. Slowly he pushed his cock into his throat. Jackson gagged a few times
but relaxed and let Colin have his way with him. He tried to be gentle but
got carried away with the warmth of Jackson's mouth. He just wanted to
fuck.

You could see Colin's bare ass cheeks going up and down over Jackson's
face. It was incredible. And Jackson was able to take him. That was also
incredible.

Colin began talking to him as he humped away on his face...  "Got cha mate,
I am fucking your hungry little face. My cock looks so hot between your
lips. My cum is stirring in my balls and you are making me hotter than
shit. - Are you my whore?"  Colin asked.

`Yeahhhh" was all Jackson was able to mumble.

"Dam, I want to fuck this whore." "My cock will be happy in any hole, and
it's fucking your face."

"Are you feeling okay?" – Colin asked for fear of hurting Jackson.

"A-huh", Jackson mumbled once more.

"Want me to stop?"

"No –No, I can take it."

"Good, I am going to feed you any time now, and I want you to take it
all. – Everything dirty boy. Take it all, Okay?"  " You want Aussie cock
cream down your throat. Don't you mate?"

Jackson never had a chance to answer because Colin started to spurt gobs of
white sticky cum flowing into his mouth like melted vanilla ice cream. It
slid easily down his throat. He pulled back just a little, so he could
swallow and Colin could watch him drink what flowed from the head of his
cock.

"All of it, take it all." Colin stammered "that's it, swallow..."

When the all crotch milk form Colin's body had been emptied into his mouth,
they leaned back on the bed and rested.

"Are you still feeling all right", Colin asked.  "How was it?

"I'm okay, your cum taste really good. It was sweet."

"You are fuckin amazing." "I'm astounded your throat could handle my prick"
I had intended to fuck you in the butt, but your mouth was so much hotter."
"I'm sorry mate, for the name calling. You are not a whore Jackson."

"I know" "It was part of the fun. Wasn't it?"

"More than fun, I'm telling you, I will never forget how you were able to
take it. That was a first for me."  "I'm married, you know and my wife
could never do that in a million years."

"Being married is all right at times. I mean for family stuff; but great
sex is still best accomplished with another man." Don't you agree" asked
Colin.

"Yes totally."

As they lay on the bed resting, Jackson's cock was still as hard as a
biscuit. Colin began jerking him off. With a firm Aussie hand around his
dick; it didn't take very long. Jackson shot a load of sticky goo onto his
own stomach.

Colin scooped gobs cum off his stomach and told him to taste it.

"Are you going to make me eat my own stuff?"

"It's your tucker." "Swallow mate."

He fed every bit of it to Jackson. "That's it bloke, Colin remarked. Good!!
He gingerly kissed his sticky lips.

There isn't much left to say about that afternoon. Jackson's throat was a
little sore for a while, but it was it worth it? – Damn straight, it
was.

He went to the airport the following day,to catch is flight to LA. He
thought about the incredible time he had with his Australian friend. He
liked having Aussie cum inside him. His cock would swell just thinking
about it.

Colin left Philadelphia, the next morning continuing to Washington, DC and
beyond. Jackson never saw him again. However, the experience with the man
from Oz, was etched perfectly in his mind

Rocco was also in his thoughts. He wondered how his prostitute stallion was
doing. He convinced himself that he didn't care a whole lot –but still,
he felt warm inside thinking about him. He cared alright...

To be continued...
Rocco in the big city.

Email Justin with comments – jbalancier9@yahoo.com