Sydney/Taree Australia
Part 19

As I fisted my pulsating throbber, I couldn't make up my mind whether to gawk at the Rude Dude or watch B's eyes, which were practically falling outa their sockets. He was transfixed.

Every now and then, he would shift his focus to the strained and bulging muscles in my arm, or my pecs. But only momentarily. His gaze would quickly return to my spit-lubed boner and my bouncing balls.

When I felt the rush of cum about to begin its electrically-charged journey, and my nads were hugging the base of my shaft, I had to make a quick decision about where to aim my cockhead. At the screen? For a second, I thought the sight of my sticky juice splattering all over the Rude Dude would be pretty cool. But, then I returned my attention to B's face. He had a hungry look about him. His gaze was fixed on my enlarged pisshole in anticipation of what was gonna happen. So I knew where I should aim my cock.

The first ribbon of exploding juice flew through the air and hit his forehead. It kinda shocked him 'cause he flinched. The second wad followed almost immediately, and hit just below his right eye. Within the next few seconds, he was covered in the damn stuff... dripping off his upper lip, off his chin, down the side of his face, in the corner of one eye, and just about everywhere else.

I knew that he wouldn't lick the pearl of jizz that oozed outa my pisshole after I'd fired the last volley of cum, so I scooped it off with my finger and wiped it across his bottom lip. Then he raised his eyes to mine.

"I must look ridiculous."

"I think you look totally cool," I grinned. "Awesome!"

"Can you check to see if the coast is clear? Bloody hell! I don't want Sue or Lindsay seeing me like this when I go to the bathroom."

"Are you gonna wash it off or lick it off?" I asked as I checked the entrance hall.

"Wash it off."

"Bet you don't. Can I watch?"

"Certainly not! Is the coast clear?"

"Yep. Why can't I watch? It's my juice."

"It's my face. Now wait here."

While B was gone, I downloaded the rest of the Rude Dude pics from the newsgroup, then put them in a folder. Meantime, I was wondering what he was doing. Washing or licking? Damn! I wished I could have been in the bathroom to see what actually happened.

"Oh!" he said as he took my place at the comp. "You've downloaded all the pics. Thanks. What would you like for breakfast?"

"How'd you enjoy yours?"

"The less said about that the better."

"I can read your mind, B," I laughed. "I know what you did in there."

"You're just guessing, Daniel. You'll never know. Now what would you like for breakfast?"

"Those poached egg thingies are cool. We could have them on toast."

In the kitchen, I watched B put some water in a pan, then rub a little butter around four plastic cups that would hold the broken eggs. The pan was fitted with a special metal thingy that held the plastic cups in place. When the water in the pan was simmering, he poured one broken egg into each of the plastic cups, then placed the lid on the pan. "Now for the toast!" He grabbed four slices of wholegrain bread, and popped them into the toaster.

"B? What was it like to watch me jacking off?"

"Interesting."

"Yeah, right. Tell me the truth. What was it really like?"

B had his head stuck inside the fridge as if he was trying to avoid answering me. "Where's the damn butter? Sue's always putting it where I can't find it."

"It's still on the bench. You used it to grease the little plastic cups, remember?"

"Oh, yes. So I did."

"So tell me honestly. What was it like to watch me?"

"It's hard to describe, Daniel. It's... what's that word you're always using?"

"Awesome?"

"Yes, awesome. I don't think Nature intended erections to be a source of wonder and beauty, but somehow..."

"Mine is?"

"Stop putting words in my mouth!"

"What would you prefer?" I giggled.

"Cody's just like you. He takes advantage of every opportunity to show off his appendage."

"Jeez, B! Who the fuck calls it an 'appendage'? It's a boner. By the way, your towel is still tenting."

"Where did you say the butter was?"

"Over there. Did you jack off in the bathroom?"

"Take the lid off the pan and check to see if the eggs are done. Prod the whites with a fork. You can leave the yolks runny if you prefer them that way. I'll butter the toast."

"You're avoiding my fucking questions again, B!"

"Tit for tat, Daniel. If you can tease me, I can tease you."

"What's wrong with admitting that you had a wank? Or that you licked my cum off your face? You're talking to me, B, not the fucking Pope. Why the hell do you get so embarrassed?"

"Because you're intimidating, that's why!"

"Fucking hell, B, how do you figure that?"

"You do things I could never do... and have never done. So many things come completely naturally to you. To use an expression of yours, it's no biggie. I'm in awe of you, Daniel. Always have been."

"Are you in awe of Cody?"

"Have been since day one."

"Is he in awe of you?"

"He calls me an 'Awesome Old Dude'. Are the eggs done?"

"Yep."

"Take them off the heat, and leave the lid off."

"Well, there ya go, B... you're awesome too. You do things I could never do, and that Cody could never do. You don't need to ride a surfboard or blow your load all over somebody to be awesome." Then I realized what I'd just said, and cracked up something wicked. B was hosing himself too.

Instead of eating breakfast in his office, we decided to eat out on the front verandah. Every now and then, a cattle truck would pass by, and the breeze would carry the odor of the beasts toward us. Ew!

"Where are they taking them?"

"They're for export."

"Poor fuckers."

"They aren't aware of their fate, Daniel."

"Oh? So one day they're in a field of green grass, happily munching away, and the next they're in the back of a fucking truck being carted off to who knows where. Don't you think they'd be just the teensiest bit suspicious, B?"

"If it concerns you, become a vegetarian."

"Nah, I couldn't do that. I like meat. Speaking of meat, I'd better get showered and ready for Col and Jeff. They're taking me to Old Bar Beach today. And they've got a spare board for me. Cool, huh?"

"Just be careful."

"Careful of what? The sharks or Col and Jeff? Either way, I'm gonna be eaten. Hey, I want you to meet them when they arrive. Those guys are totally fucking awesome!"

"I'll be under the bed."

"Then I'll drag you out. There's nothing to be afraid of, B. Those guys are way cool. Besides, I'm kinda proud of you, and I want them to meet you. I've already told them about you, and what an awesome story teller you are."

"So now I've got something to live up to? They'll be disappointed."

"You can be so fulla shit, B. What's the matter with you? You think your words are the only things that matter? Bullshit! Jeez, you make me mad sometimes. You need a fucking rocket up your wrinkled old ass."

"How do you know it's wrinkled?"

"Lucky guess. Now, when the guys arrive, I want you to be like you are when you're with me. OK? You're my special bud, and I want you to behave like my special bud. You got that?"

"Bossy bugger."

B showered and shaved while I did the dishes. Then it was my turn to shower. When I returned to his office, naked as usual, he was all dressed up in a button-up shirt, pants, and shoes. Even his wild shock of white hair had been tamed a little.

"You going out somewhere?"

"I wanted to look respectable for your friends."

"Well, I'm just gonna wear boardies 'cause that's all they'll be wearing."

"No shirts?"

"Probably not."

"I've changed my mind. I don't think it's a good idea to meet your friends."

"Why the fuck not?"

"Because I'll gawk, that's why! I'll make a fool of myself."

"Hey, chill out, B. You're always gawking at me and it's no biggie. Anyway, guys like Col and Jeff like to be gawked at. If you didn't gawk, they'd think something was wrong."

"There will be something wrong, mate. I loathe hospital food."

When the guys arrived in the yellow Holden Ute, they parked it in the drive, and honked the horn. I was out there in a flash, and ran across the grass. "Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch!" I spent the next 5 minutes extracting little thorns from my bare feet.

"Bindies," Col explained with a laugh. "Gotta watch out for those little fuckers in the summer."

"Hey, you guys got a minute? I want you to meet B. He's inside."

"Cool. I'll put on a shirt."

"No, no, no, no, no!" Jeez! I was beginning to sound like the old fart himself. "I mean, it's cool. Don't worry about the shirt."

On the way to the back door, I made sure I walked on the cement path and not on the grass. Those bindies were fucking lethal! "Hey, B!" I yelled as I led the way through the kitchen. "Col and Jeff are here!" When we arrived at his office, he was busy with a feather duster. "Hey, B, I'd like you to meet Col and Jeff, my new Aussie buddies."

I totally cracked at the sight of B trying desperately not to gawk at their awesome chests as he shook their hands. Whoa! Those guys were fucking dynamite! Anyway, while they were shaking hands and making small talk with B, it gave me a chance to gawk at their meaty, muscular pecs and washboard abs. Woohoo! Hot, hot, hot!

"So you're a writer?" Col asked.

"I am? Oh! Uh, yes... ha, ha... I suppose you could say that. I manage to throw the odd story together."

"Very odd," I cracked. "Nah, actually B writes pretty cool stuff... kinda like the stuff we did at the gay club in Oxford Street that night." Oops! I guess I shouldn't have said that. B was glowing like a beet, and the guys were looking a bit awkward as well. "Hey, B's the coolest. Take my word for it. Right, B?"

But B had turned the feather duster into a fan, and could only manage a feeble smile as he tried to cool his face. "Uh, maybe we could talk about this some other time. Heh heh. I'm sure you young fellas can't wait to hit the green room or whatever it is you do out there in the surf. And keep your eye on Daniel. He's got more courage than good sense."

"Don't worry, Mr... uh..."

"Just call me B."

"Don't worry, B, we'll take good care of Daniel."

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