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GAY ONE-SHOT #17: Robert Irwin & Buckley Evans (Oliver Stark) Hook Up in Australia Zoo

This is a gay story. Check out Mixed One-shots for straight smut, and Gay One-shots for more gay smut.

Idols: Robert Irwin x Oliver Stark

Content: Robert Irwin of Australia Zoo spots actor Oliver Stark in the park which leads to a meaningful (and totally hot!) sexual encounter.

Type of Sex: MEDIUM

Word Count: 7.3k

On a primarily straight smut blog about k-pop idols, this is in a way the oddest story I've ever published 😅 It's not k-pop, and it's an unexpected gay pairing.

In case you don't know, Oliver Stark plays Buckley Evans on the show 911. There's something unconventionally attractive about him.

Rob Irwin is an Australian TV personality and wildlife conservationist, son of Steve Irwin (RIP). He got attention recently (was it last year?) for doing a sexy underwear ad while holding snakes and spiders, and the hot new body he showcased, and he won Australia’s “Dancing With the Stars”.

The very few non-kpop stories already on this blog are my least popular stories of all. I don't expect this one to be any different, because it's not what my audience wants. But hey, I wrote it, so you might as well get to read it 😊

Oh, and this story came to be because someone actually requested another unexpected non-kpop gay smut pairing (which I'm still working on): Johnny Orlando & Leondre Devries. And, of course, because I think both Oliver and Rob look great!

I never expected to put them together and make it gay, but oh well, here we are 😅 Please enjoy.

There was something arousing about a firefighter out of uniform. He appeared more personal, and it gave him an intimate aura. That's what Robert Irwin thought when ‘Buck’ from 911 came to visit Australia Zoo.

That the TV star was in the country was news to the son of Australia's most famous crocodile wrestler. But he recognized him immediately, even as a civilian. The cute smile, the big body covered by a sand green t-shirt, and the mark on one side of his forehead. A classic Buckley-out-of-uniform look.

Oliver was happily holding a koala and posing for pictures when Rob saw him for the first time. The latter decided in that moment to introduce himself, welcome the celebrity to the park, and possibly even reveal how attracted he was.

This was his home after all, and a celebrity guest was visiting. Not saying hello would be rude, or so he told himself to justify what he was about to do.

For small-talk he tried to bond over their shared experience with reality TV. “You do know 911 is fiction, right?” ‘Buck’ asked. “I'm an actor. I'm not really a firefighter.”

Rob smirked. “I know.” Then he winked, and added: “But I can fantasize, right?”

Oliver was confused. He knew who Rob was, and he too thought of their meeting as a celebrity encounter. He had hoped he would get to see one of the Irwins, at least from afar, and actually meeting one was a major bonus. Both men were a little star struck by the whole situation.

But it was almost as if Rob was flirting with him, which was unexpected. Surely Oliver was mistaken, imagining things. He couldn't be that lucky.

Oh, but he was. Housewives all over Australia would be disappointed to know that Robert Irwin – who was gradually turning into a household name much like his late father – was totally turned on by a male TV character, and by the actor who played him. A lot of wine would be consumed if they learned that Rob was, in fact, gay.

Oliver laughed. “Sure,” he said, and smiled sideways. “Fantasize all you want.”

In that moment, he secretly imagined ripping Rob's buttoned wilderness shirt and those khaki shorts off him right then and there. The sparkle in his eye made the secret difficult to conceal. As soon as Rob's friendly welcoming turned flirtatious, and Oliver began to wonder about the man's sexuality, it became a struggle to hide the excitement.

They stood and talked for a while. Both men posed for pictures when fans of either one walked by. Attraction was in the air, a sexual energy even, and they were indeed flirting and trying to read each other's minds. That's when Rob decided to take a chance.

“I'm about to go on my lunch break,” he said in a thick Australian accent. ”I'll give you a tour if you wanna come.”

It wasn't an offer usually given. It normally wasn't even on the schedule when much bigger celebrities than Oliver Stark visited, and when the visit was announced and planned in advance. A private tour led by an Irwin, sure, but not backstage. Not just the two of them.

What it was, was one gay man looking to make a ‘friend’. And another who was open to the idea. Oliver tried to stay calm and play it cool when he happily accepted the offer.

On the inside, he felt butterflies and a strong sexual excitement. Of course nothing would ever happen between him and his new younger acquaintance, but in the back of his mind there was hope. Something could happen, and if he didn't say yes he would never know.

His new friend was more than a decade his junior, but also a legal adult at twenty-two. He tried hard to convince himself that this was just the owner of the zoo being nice to someone he recognized, but it was impossible to shake the attraction and energy between them, and feeling that there was something in the air.

And Rob certainly had ideas of his own. The tour that followed was presented as a behind-the-scenes walk-through of how the park operated, and the wildlife conservatory work that was his father's legacy. But where he really wanted to take the TV star was home, to the house on the premises in which the Irwins all lived.

They never even made it that far. Both Rob's and Oliver's hopes would come true, and when they did it felt totally natural.

That Oliver and Rob connected well was obvious to anyone who saw or heard them talk. And they did indeed have a lot to talk about. Oliver showed a genuine interest in the park and wildlife conservation, and Rob was honestly fascinated by what the other did for a living – both off screen as an actor, and on-screen as a gay first responder, even if it was just a fictional character.

As they walked through the park just the two of them, it was Oliver's turn to take a chance: “So you're into firefighters, huh?”

He was fishing, for any path that might take their so far purely professional encounter into a more personal space.

“Yeah, I guess,” Robert said and laughed. Then he felt a sudden need to clarify his sexuality and make it abundantly clear that, if he wanted to, Oliver could have him. “I've got the Queensland firefighters calendar in my room.”

This made Oliver laugh too. “Had I known you watch the show I would have brought my uniform.”

He winked when Rob turned to him without stopping. It became increasingly clear in both their minds that they were flirting. And Rob got so close that Oliver felt the spark grow out of control, as their buff arms brushed together when they walked side by side.

“I would love to see that!” Rob exclaimed a little more excitedly than intended, liked he'd just seen a lizard or rare snake or something. Oliver's heart nearly stopped. The hope was turning more and more into a real possibility.

It wasn't super clear what exactly Robert wanted to see though. Cosplay? Memorabilia from a TV set? Or the actor taking the uniform off?

Oliver had his guesses, and he put a hand on Rob's shoulder to find out without being too obvious about it. “How do I compare to the firemen in your calendar?”

“Oh, you're way better looking than them!” Rob exclaimed. He'd already started down this path and might as well continue.

Oliver smiled wide. A brief silence appeared between them. Then he asked: “So you live in the park?”

“Yeah,” Rob confirmed. “You wanna see?”

Yes! Oliver thought. At the same time, he felt a tingle between his legs and suddenly became worried; now was the worst possible time to get hard.

In his mind, he battled the images of his cock already half way in the cute and handsome young man's ass. He tried hard to put them out of his head. Suddenly the most important thing in the world was to stay soft, but he couldn't, and the risk was real that the Australian would see and that Oliver would make a total fool of himself.

“Sure,” he said calmly. “You sure?”

“Oh, yeah, don't worry about it,” Robert said and put an arm around the firefighter's neck. The offer was an act of respect, and he brushed it off as common decency to invite a friend to his home, but he too had a persistent feeling that there was more going on between them.

But could Oliver really be interested in him? No way! It would be too good to be true, and what were the chances they'd bump into each other like this and it would lead to a hook-up? But Oliver was handsy, and seemed eager to accept the offer, and God knows how many times Robert had masturbated to photos of Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley.

If the suspicions they both had were real, that would be amazing. But hope and excessive flirting could only take them so far. To really find out, they needed to be alone, away from the prying eyes of guests and staff at the park. That's why Robert made the offer, and ultimately why Oliver was so quick to accept both it and the arm around his shoulder.

They set off through a small jungle, far off the path and out of sight, headed for the secluded house in which Rob did most of his growing up. His childhood room and his mother was in it, and soon his sister Bindi would be too.

She was the reason they never made it all the way. Bindi Irwin put an end to their plan to see the house, when she caught up with them and made them jolt in a light panic as they suddenly heard her approaching from behind.

Mid-laugh while they looked each other in the eye, Rob removed the arm from the shoulder with haste, and Oliver let go around Rob's waist. They jumped away from one another, increasing the physical distance between them in such a way it looked highly suspicious to anyone who saw it happen.

Bindi did see it. “Going for lunch?” she asked cheerfully and looked at her younger brother. She slowed her pace and matched their strides.

“Yeah,” Rob lied. He felt a strong need to over-explain who the man by his side was, as if to ensure his sister that he was just taking a famous guest on a tour. You know, for publicity reasons. Nothing weird going on here. Definitely no sexual tension.

He never got to say another word. “Hi!” Bindi exclaimed and held out a hand. “Love your show.”

“Thanks,” Oliver said. He smiled and tried to act normal, but couldn't help but feel like he'd done something wrong, that he'd stepped out of line somehow. He also couldn't shake the feeling that the sister had interrupted something good, and that she was there to put an end to his secret and indecent hopes. For a brief moment, said hopes were crushed and he was genuinely disappointed about it.

If only she knew what naughty images he had imagined in the last hour involving her brother. He even felt a little guilty about them, and suddenly the age difference between him and Robert was hard to shake. Bindi, however, had no idea what was going on and what flirtatious and sexually charged encounter she'd just put an end to.

“Actually,” Robert said and stopped in his tracks. “We've got one more stop before lunch.”

Bindi looked at him but kept walking. “Okay,” she said and smiled.

“We'll see you at the house later,” Rob said and turned his body around. Oliver stopped too and seemed a little confused by what was going on.

“Okay,” Bindi repeated and swirled away, quickly disappearing into the jungle. And with that they parted ways.

“Where’ we going?” Oliver asked. Rob put a hand on his arm and headed for a smaller path leading in a different direction into the woods.

“Come on,” he said, and whether he meant to or not he took Oliver's hand. “I'll show you.”

Oliver gladly accepted the situation and went with the flow. He started smiling again as Rob led the way, pulling him deeper into wilderness.

Not too far from the path – this land wasn't actual wilderness after all – there was a large shed. From the outside, nothing more than four anonymous walls.

“I used to hide in here as a kid,” Rob said.

“Really?” Oliver asked and raised an eyebrow. “This doesn't look very old.”

“Yeah,” Rob said, initially puzzled by the comment. “My mom had it built maybe four, five years ago. It was meant to be an extension of the conservatory closer to home. I think she wanted to use it as a hobby, you know to work in her free time without having to trek the entire park.”

Oliver stopped and paused, still holding Robert's hand. “How old are you again?”

Rob thought for a moment but decided to reply with confidence. “Old enough,” he said and gently squeezed the hand. There was a glimmer in his eye and a hint of a smirk which was simultaneously hard to read and totally obvious in its intent. “You?”

Oliver chuckled. “Thirty-four.”

Never in his life had he felt as old as he did in this moment, and the memory of it became hard to forget. In a way, it was a turning point for him, and the entire encounter in that shed helped remind him of what he used to feel like when he was younger.

But one thing both men concluded as the conversation happened, was that the age gap wasn't a big deal. Rob actually found it thrilling, to be with an older man. And he was old enough himself, while Oliver wasn't ancient. It's not like they could be father and son, and with that the matter was put to rest.

Robert entered a number into a key pad. “I pretty much claimed this place when I turned eighteen.”

It made Oliver chuckle for all the wrong reasons. Rob's smirk returned, and he felt a need to explain himself.

“I dunno, it was nice to have a place of my own.”

Oliver saw another opportunity, but it wasn't even necessary to take it. “Your bachelor's pad huh?” he asked with a naughty grin.

Rob didn't understand the comment but pretend like he did. “Something like that,” he said and opened the heavy door.

“So this is where you bring guys?”

That one Rob did get. “Well,” he said and smiled wide. “I'm not gona lie, that has happened.”

Oliver was delighted by that response, but he didn't know what to expect to find inside. It was a single room that, at first glance, looked like a glorified storage room. In many ways that's exactly what it had become in the few years it had existed.

Boxes, cleaning products, and an old lawn mower that hadn't been used in a while. A mop in a bucket that hadn't been emptied, an empty and broken aquarium once used for reptiles, and on the wall, the thing that really caught Oliver's attention: a poster of Robert in nothing but a pair of Bonds underwear.

“Is that…?” he asked and pointed.

Robert immediately blushed. “Yeah,” he admitted and panicked. Oliver's discovery made him embarrassed, but the abrupt laughter that followed quickly put him at ease.

And as Oliver looked around, it became clear that, to Robert, this was more than just a storage room. There was a worn-down couch, an old TV, and a couple of empty wine bottles on a low table. It even surprised him just how accurate of a description bachelor's pad – which he'd been half joking about – actually was.

He chuckled. “Don't you have your own room?” he asked, referring to the huge mansion he imagined the Irwins actually lived in.

“Yeah,” Rob said, “but it sometimes feels too crowded.”

This confused his guest. “Why?”

“Bindi's fiancé lives with us. Mom's always been home since… since dad passed away.”

Oliver kept looking around the place though he had already seen it all. He suddenly didn't know what to say. Steve Irwin was a childhood hero of his, but now didn't feel like the best of times to bring that up.

“So…,” he began, wondering if he should offer his condolences or ask to see his actual room at the house. “This is where you bring boys when you don't want your family to know…”

He regretted pushing that line, especially now that Robert seemed in a solemn mood. But the younger man quickly took the bait, and was glad to think of something else.

“That very rarely happens,” he said and laughed. ”I usually don't have time for boys.”

“But you've brought visitors here before?”

Rob stepped into Oliver's personal space. “Of the park? Yeeah, once or twice,” he admitted. ”But mostly local friends. And most of the time it's just me.”

He paused for a moment, then added as if he didn't want the sexual conversation to end: “I've jerked off so many times in here.”

Olive looked up. Their eyes met and another silence followed. Then Robert pulled his gaze away, pointed at the couch, and added: “I had my first kiss right there.”

Oliver's mind was going crazy. He took a small step forward, looked at the couch with a distant expression, and said very slowly: “Must have been one lucky guy.”

“Actually, it was girl…,” Rob said. The atmosphere between them was shifting by the second. “I lost my virginity back at the house.”

The direct revelation made Oliver chuckle as he kept inching closer. “Oh yeah?” he said. “Same girl?”

“No… My…” Robert swallowed. ”My best friend at the time.”

He too took a step closer. Both men looked down as their hands and arms touched. Then they put their foreheads close together, lifted their faces in unison, and kissed.

Oliver's whole body was ignited in sparks of sexual arousal. Robert's mind was racing as he felt incredibly lucky, not only because he was suddenly making out with a star he had the hots for, but because the much older man he just met at the park showed such an interest in him.

What happened in that shed was always Robert's business. That's why he liked it so much, despite how little it had to offer in terms of comfort and physical possessions, and why his mother let him have it from the start.

The shed was indeed his bachelor's pad, even though he never fully understood what the term even meant. And Oliver understood that a lot of interesting stuff had happened between these four walls.

The time to ask about them, however, was over. “Mmm,” he said and abruptly pulled his head back. The two men stared at each other.

His mind was trying to work out if this was really such a good idea. Maybe he should just apologize and they should end the tour right here.

Robert, on the other hand, had no doubts whatsoever. He knew what he wanted and wasn't about to let the chance to have it slip away.

“You okay?” he asked, and it made Oliver chuckle because he felt like he – as the older – should be the one asking that question.

“Yeah,” he said. “You?”

Robert couldn't help but smile wide. “Yeah,” he said and closed the gap again. And just like that, the soft and secretly horny kisses turned into a hot and passionate make-out session.

Robert's family would never know about it. Both him and Oliver, however, would remember it fondly.

*****

Oliver glanced at the poster on the wall while fucking his new lover. He was sitting naked and straight on Robert Irwin's worn-down bachelor's couch. Robert was on his lap, naked too, passionately riding his cock.

Both men were fit and buff, with hair on their chests and big arms. Oliver was more muscular, but Rob was toned and firm. They panted loudly into each other's mouths while Oliver pushed and pulled, and Robert rolled his wide hips.

Oliver's mind could barely comprehend what was happening, as he stared at the hot body in the picture behind his lover. If he felt old before, it had been a while since he felt this young and desired.

Robert planted his lips planted on his lover's, and held on to his shoulders tight. His legs were spread and knees pressed against Oliver's sides, while their chests and stomachs repeatedly rubbed together.

Having sex like this didn't make him feel younger and lucky the way his new friend did, but he was invigorated and incredibly happy to have Oliver in his room like this.

His erection was squeezed between them. It was thick and long, but not quite as hung as Oliver's. His ass was spread wide open, as the cock in it slid in and out of the hole while he bounced and rolled and they fucked with all that lust that had been building up during their walk through the park.

In the back of his mind Rob had hoped that something like this would happen from the moment he lay his eyes on the TV star holding the koala, but his brain had never really let him believe that it could. That it now did felt surreal more than anything, and totally amazing. I have the best job in the world, he thought.

Oliver pulled himself together and forced his eyes away from the poster. Without thinking he began to push and pull harder, and instinctively slapped the rider on the ass which made Rob opened his eyes.

They stared at each other, and both burst out in smiles. Smiles that were hard to maintain, because the sexual pleasure they gave each other was overwhelmingly strong.

He slapped the ass again when he realized Rob liked it. It produced a loud clapping sound as Rob's firm cheek shook, and the tight hole around the cock clenched.

Rob slowed down his passionate motions. Their bodies kept rocking slowly, and the panting into each other's mouths intensified.

That both men were fit was a fact that wasn't lost on either of them. Oliver appeared fluffier the way he was hunched forward on the couch, but his big pecs were obvious when he leaned back and relaxed to take in the view. He had the kind of muscular hunk body that made him perfect for the role he played on TV.

Rob had a slimmer build but large pecs and defined abs too. In any other scenario he would be the buff and bulky one, but here on Oliver's lap he looked small.

His arm muscles tenses when he stroke Oliver's chest and squeezed it, before his arm returned around Oliver's neck and he pulled repeatedly.

Oliver's huge biceps flexed each time he tugged on Rob's hips and waist, and brought the man's ass onto his cock again and again, forcing the sensational motions to return.

He glanced down, and checked Rob out with big eyes and his mouth partly open. Rob's gaze became fixed on the signature spot on Oliver's face. Both men were mesmerized by what they saw and did, and totally into the raw sex.

Rob's panting suddenly turned into a gasp and he grimaced. They both closed their eyes and pressed their noses together, occasionally kissing, while Oliver's ass jumped up and down on the couch and Rob's thighs froze in a fixed position.

“Hu-u-u-u-uuh!” Oliver heaved while thrusting fast straight up into the young ass.

“Mm-mm-mm-mm!” Robert grunted repeatedly, and it was hard to tell if he was in pain or absolutely loving it.

Then Oliver abruptly stopped, just as sweat was starting to build up on his skin in the hot and steamy shed. “What would your sister think of this?” he blurted out without thinking.

Robert opened his eyes wide and chuckled. “She'd be okay with it,” he said to relax his lover. Then he rolled his eyes and stopped smiling. “Besides, I hear her and Chandler all the time.”

The thought made Oliver laugh out loud. But it wasn't the mental image of his new friend's sister with her man that did it for him. It was how mature he suddenly felt that Robert had always been, despite his relative youth.

He had questions. So many questions, about Steve and the old days, and the Irwin's life at the park today. He felt a strong admiration for the boy, who all but grew up in the spotlight and whose life was something quite unique and extraordinary.

He actually felt a little sorry for him, as he imagined that the life Robert had couldn't always have been easy. Maybe that was why he felt so grown-up, because he'd missed out on having regular teenage years.

But now was not the time to ask about any of that and bring up the dead. And so he decided to hold his tongue and keep fucking.

Actually, he wasn't just holding it, he was biting it. And when Robert stuck his into Oliver's mouth, the latter felt a strong jolt of pleasure in his cock and let out an aroused grunt.

It made Robert move his hips again, a little faster this time, and let go around the neck. If Oliver couldn't keep up the fast pace he'd reached just now, he was going to match it and achieve that amazing sensation again on his own.

Oliver's thick cock throbbed inside when he let his hand glide down Robert's stomach, to reach the erection that was flopping around between them as Rob rolled and bounced.

It was rock hard and big. He stroke it to the rhythm of their movements. Robert opened his mouth wide, leaned back and put his hands on Oliver's thighs behind him, and stared at the ceiling. He arched his back and stretched his torso, and his ass began to jump up and down.

Oliver started wide-eyed at the hot body riding him. He repeatedly stroke Rob's waist and stomach, and reached out to feel his chest, while simultaneously holding on to the long cock right in front of him.

Robert lowered his gaze and their eyes met again. He smiled, then abruptly pushed forward. Oliver grabbed his ass cheeks hard just as they came in to kiss, and pushed with an intense lust to aid the motions.

His shaft was deeper in the hole than before. The rim licked it tight and he could feel the muscles around it clench repeatedly. Robert kept jumping faster and faster, the cock gliding rapidly against his insides, and his grimacing face returned when Oliver flicked his wrist and moved his fingers ever faster to match the pace of the rider.

Both men felt ever closer to coming. But Oliver didn't want it to end, not yet. This might be his one and only chance and he wanted it to last a little longer. If Bindi knew what her brother got up to since they met on the path – if his mother knew that her baby was having hot gay sex in the building she erected for herself – there's a chance that Oliver was a dead man, or at the very least barred from the park for life.

He wanted to enjoy the moment for however long it could last. But it never got to a point that he'd be banned. The family always had suspicions but never knew exactly what Rob used the shed for over the years. And it certainly never even crossed anyone's mind that the reason he was so late for lunch today was because he was currently being drilled by a firefighter in it. No one would ever know about this encounter, and that was probably for the best.

Oliver began to grimace too, in the moments before he gave Rob a gentle but firm push. To make himself last something needed to change, and Robert adapted to the situation when Oliver pulled his feet off the floor and pushed him sideways.

Robert held his breath when he was lifted by his lover, who turned him over still balls deep in his hole. He kept his eyes closed and enjoyed the ride when he was laid down on his back on the couch, and the firefighter hunk followed and climbed on top.

They stopped moving and Oliver stared straight down. He had one foot on the floor and a knee pressed against Robert's ass, towering over his lover with a faint Buckley-smile on his face.

Robert, in turn, had his knees in the air around the hunk when he opened his eyes. They stared at each other during a brief pause, with lust and admiration in their eyes.

Oliver, on bent arms, looked down at the hot, young model with the crazy lifestyle, and felt really happy and warm on the inside.

His cock clung to Rob's loose-but-tight hole. When he slowly pushed it deeper, gliding forward on the body underneath, Rob suddenly closed his eyes and moaned, and squeezed Oliver's upper arms as if to control the penetration and sensation.

The muscles in his ass tightened. Oliver's shaft throbbed which made them both feel an intense arousal. Then he half way pulled back out, and repeated the motions several times real slow.

“Fuck me you're hot,” he whispered.

Rob opened his eyes. “So… are you,” he whispered without moving his lips, air escaping in a puff of passion.

Oliver smiled wide. “Me, or Buck?” he asked.

It made Robert laugh out loud and dig his fingers into Oliver's broad biceps. “Both,” he said, which in turn made Oliver chuckle.

He came down and kissed his young lover on the mouth. They embraced as the pace gradually picked back up. He used his hands to push and pull against the back of Rob's shoulders, while panting against the corner of his lips, and moving his ass up and down.

Within seconds, they were passionately fucking on the couch again. By now, Oliver had completely let go of any doubts and inhibitions. He was hard and horny as hell, Rob was right there and willing, flaunting his body in his arms. Touching it, fucking him, felt incredible.

And he found himself constantly amazed by Rob's maturity. From the conversations they had in the hour before they reached the shed, to the way the young man now took his cock as if he'd done this a million times before.

Maybe he had. Maybe even right here, on this couch. Oliver wouldn't be surprised if Rob had an active sex life, and it did sound as though he did. But at the same time, there was something about his life in the park and the way he spoke about growing up, that made Oliver think that what they were doing right now was something out of the ordinary. That maybe, Rob was so focused on his work and the legacy of his father, that he had little time left for moments like this one.

He briefly turned his head and glanced at the poster, while still grinding and moving his hips in wide and lustful motions. The snake around Rob's neck caught his attention. It made him feel uneasy, and he quickly looked away.

He lowered his head and stared down at the hairy chest below him. He grimaced and grunted loudly. Rob too was feeling the heat of the Australian coast despite being used to it, and ventilation in the shed was minimal. Their sweaty and muscular bodies clapped together, thighs and groins and cocks and asses moving in unison on the worn-down cushions.

Rob began to pant loudly. “Ahh, ahh, yeah, Buck!” he exclaimed, partly because he found the joke funny, partly because he was living a fantasy.

Oliver laughed about the reaction. But Rob seemed completely unfazed by it. “Yeeeah, oh my God Buck, yeah fuck me.”

Maybe he wasn’t joking at all. It certainly had Oliver a little confused. But at the same time it turned him on, and he enjoyed seeing the Australian like this.

This was new side of Steve's son which Oliver had never imagined, no matter how hot he thought him to be. He thoroughly enjoyed it. He grinned triumphantly to himself, spread his knees slightly on the couch, and the wide motions of his hips and ass became faster, wilder and more rough.

“Ahhh yeah,” Rob repeated with his eyes closed. He slammed one hand hard against Oliver's shoulder, and rapidly stroke the sweaty back with the other, while throwing his head around in pure ecstasy and his knees and feet jumped in the air. “Mm, Oliver, you're so fucking good!”

This made Oliver's heart skip a beat and his senses heighten. To hear his real name was a surprise, and as amused and turned on as he was by being the main character of a sexual firefighter fantasy, hearing his name spoken in such lust and pleasure felt great.

He too began to pant and heavily. “Huuh, Huuh,” he said with each wide jolt and thrust. “Huuuh, Huuuh, Ahhh fu-uuck!”

The couch briefly moved on the floor, when the wild motions reached their peek. But only once, as the rolling of his hips became more shallow and fast, and the clapping of their bodies stopped when the friction and shaking was too quick to even register.

He stretched out his legs while his thick cock slipped quickly in and out of the young hole, and Rob suddenly held his breath. He too stopped moving around so much and focused on the sensation, briefly stroking Oliver's ass before digging his fingers into his skin.

Sweat was dripping down Oliver's forehead and he tasted salt on his lips. He squeezed Rob's waist hard, and pressed down with one hand on his chest.

“Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah!” he exclaimed repeatedly and Rob let out a a deep sigh.

“Mm-mm-mm-mm!” Rob moaned in quick succession, until Oliver pressed his lips down firmly on his mouth which silenced him.

The cock in the hole hit just the right spot, and the one between their stomachs flailed around like a crocodile being jumped from above.

Oliver suddenly sat up straight on his knees. The abrupt change of position took Robert by surprise. The former pulled on the latter's hips with both big hands, to keep him close and the cock deep. He kept pushing and pulling, rocking his wide hips and ass fast, and grabbed Rob's cock to give him the same intense pleasure he was going through himself.

The clapping sounds returned. Quick, rapid, violent and loud. Rob opened his eyes wide and stared at Oliver's chest, while the latter wrapped his fingers around the shaft. He instinctively reached out and stroke Oliver's puffed-up chest, soft yet firm, then closed the eyes again as his whole body caved in under the intense pleasure of the head and shaft moving fast in and out of his wide-open ass.

“Ahhhrgh, fu-uuck, I'm gonna come!” Oliver belted out. His knees slid as far apart as they could, one buried in the back cushion and the other nearly falling off the edge.

“Mm, mmm, mm, mmmm!” Rob moaned loudly to enhance the thrill. He too spread his legs wider, pointing them straight up in the air, calves pressing against Oliver's arms.

“Ahh, Ahhh, Fu-u-u-uuuck!”

“Ah, yeah, come for me Buckley! Mm-mm-mm-mm Oliver, ohhhh, fuu-uuuck!”

Oliver suddenly pulled out. He let go of Rob's shaft and grabbed his own. He leaned in over his lover and stroke the cock fast, grimacing excessively as he was instantly brought over the edge.

His load shot out across Rob's stomach and abs, which flexed in this position when Rob raised his head to see.

He reached out and ran his fingers through the young man's chest hair. Then he began to chip violently for air, as the orgasm he went through completely drained him.

Rob smiled widely and took his own dick. He stroke it slowly at first while taking in the sight and feeling of having brought the actor he admired so to come.

When Oliver opened his eyes and relaxed, he was heaving for air and sweating profusely. They looked at each other and he managed a brief smile. Then he glanced down at his cum, sprayed across the hot body beneath his, and finally at the cock and Rob's hand holding it.

He scooted down on the couch and lowered his face toward the dick. He studied it up close and briefly licked it. Rob ran the back of his hand across his own face, wiping cum off his nose and cheek. Then he pulled himself up against the arm rest, leaned back and watched, and let the amazing arousal rush over him as Oliver took over.

“Mmm, yeah, come for me snake man,” Oliver said when their eyes met from behind the cock. He was stroking the shaft faster and faster, his tongue still out as if ready to swallow whatever came out of the erect head.

The nickname briefly took Rob out of the moment. Then Oliver licked the young shaft again, and observed the head with fascination as pre-cum seeped out of it, and Rob let out a loud moan.

“Ahhh, yeeeah,” he exclaimed. Oliver stared and stroke faster still, eagerly anticipating what was about to come. “Ahhhh, fuuuck me Oliver, ye-eeah, you're so hot!”

When sperm suddenly shot out of the head, Oliver jerked back in surprise. But he couldn't stop smiling and grinning. All his worries, all the information Rob had given him, it was all pushed far back in his mind and it felt like nothing else mattered more than right now.

Rob's whole body jerked too, several times. It practically jumped on the bed, and the erection was pushed far between Oliver's fingers. He had his mouth open but eyes shut hard when the last wave rushed over him, and a final load of cum squirted out of the tip.

That's when Oliver put his tongue to use. He licked the shaft from root to tip, then wrapped his lips around the head, gulping up every drop he could reach.

“Ohh!” Rob exclaimed and quickly reached for the bobbing head down below. He stretched his legs out around Oliver's body and attempted to turn his hips away, and used his hands to force the man to stop.

For a brief moment, it was Steve's face Oliver saw when he looked up across the still cum-soiled stomach and chest in front of him. It was unclear if that was a turn-on or if it ruined a childhood hero.

He stopped sucking and Rob's cock fell out of his mouth. It was already softening, but still thick and throbbing.

Oliver moved away from it and pulled himself higher on the couch. He aligned his body with Rob's and went in to kiss him. They made out, slowly and lovingly, their bodies hot and drenched in sweat, and muscles soft and spent.

Their hearts felt full, and at the same time they both thought the same thing: I'm so glad I saw him in the park.

As their bodies came down from their respective orgasms they embraced and relaxed. The kissing slowed down, and Oliver felt heavier by each passing minute. He soon lifted his big body and climbed off his lover, and they held each other close while stroking the other's soft and warm skin.

“You've missed your lunch break,” Oliver said and chuckled, while holding tight around Rob's back to prevent the man from falling off the couch. He let the hand glide down and squeezed the sexy ass he'd just been fucking so good.

Robert just smiled calmly. “It's my park,” he said. “I can do whatever I want.”

He quickly regretted it. The last thing he wanted was for his guest to think he was a spoilt kid who lived off his father's legacy, because even if there was some truth to that Rob's passion and hard work was genuine, and that meant a great deal to him. He took a certain pride in it, and he felt a strong desire for Oliver to know and understand that.

He had nothing to worry about. “Yeah, I guess it is,” Oliver said and smiled too, a reassuring smile of admiration. It was impossible to know which of the two men was the most star struck or felt the most smitten by the other.

Laying like this in each other's arms felt great, but he quickly decided to change the subject. “So where are the snakes?” he asked.

The question made Robert's face light up. He raised his head and stiffened in excitement.

“I'll show you,” he said. “You wanna meet them?”

“Well, yeah!” Oliver exclaimed. He was genuinely curious and interested in Rob's fascination. On the inside, however, he was already screaming and squealing. Secretly, he wanted absolutely nothing to do with snakes and spiders, and he briefly glanced at the poster again. All he wanted was the koalas, and he was sure Evan Buckley would actually agree.

He gently stroke Rob's waist and ass, then reached in for the now slack dicks between them and smiled. “I've already met this one though,” he said and smirked when he took a firm grip of one of them.

It made Rob laugh and try to pull away. They looked at each other lovingly, then came in for another soft kiss, until Oliver rolled on his back and Rob scooted up close against him to prevent himself from landing on the floor.

This is nice, both men thought and they meant it. Neither of them knew what Steve would actually think about any of this if he were alive, but Robert knew his sister and, more importantly, his mother would approve.

Maybe not of the spontaneous, one-time sex with a significantly older stranger in her shed. But that wasn't important.

“I'm starving,” Oliver said absentmindedly.

Rob chuckled as he thought of the amount of food and energy someone like Buckley Evans would likely need to consume, and compared that to a python.

“Wanna have lunch at the house?” he asked and looked at the side of the face of his lover while touching his chest. “You can meet my mom.”

Oliver turned to face him, a sudden serious expression on him. The idea should worry him a lot, but it suddenly didn't at all. He was just a guest at the park, who just so happened to also be someone with a little clout. It would only be natural for Robert to want to be nice to him, and surely his family probably knew that. At least that's what he told himself in this moment; they they – he – could get away with it.

“Sure,” he said and smiled. Rob began to sit up and Oliver followed, and they kissed once more before they both got up.

They glanced at each other's naked bodies as they began to get dressed in the shed. The hot asses, still moist skin, and big, slack cocks between their legs.

Soon they were ready to continue the day as if nothing at all had happened, to pretend for the world that they were just acquaintances exploring the park.

Oliver caught Robert staring as he pulled his shirt down his chest and stomach. It made him smile.

In their own hearts and minds, what happened meant more than either of them realized at the time. Oliver felt young, desired and found a new energy at a time when 911 was coming to an end.

And Robert felt more confident and sure of himself than ever. His father's legacy had always been a blessing, but he never felt closer to it than he did now.

Indirectly, meeting the out-of-uniform firefighter at the park actually played a significant role in that. He made a new friend, someone who understood him better than most. No matter how many sexual encounters he had in the past, this one helped him grow more than any.

The sexual energy from before they fucked was much less obvious as they walked side by side to the house. But the friendship and connection between them was obvious.

It was with confidence in his walk and pride in his eyes that Robert Irwin took Evan Buckley to the house and introduced him to his hard-working widow of a mother. She understood the weight of the legacy more than anyone, and she knew that her son would do a great job carrying it.

And from the way him and his new friend talked and looked at each other, maybe she understood a lot more.

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