Sydney/Taree Australia
Part 21

We decided to return the surfboards to the Ute tray, then go for a leisurely walk along the beach. I was worried that the boards wouldn't be there when we got back, but Col explained that there was no crime in Old Bar to speak of. "Everyone knows everyone here. Even the tourists are cool. Old Bar's not the kinda place that attracts excitement seekers. It's just a small, sleepy town."

As we strolled along the vast expanse of flat white beach, getting our feet wet, and occasionally body surfing what little surf there was, we chatted about all kinds of stuff. And when we weren't chatting, we wrestled and goofed off, then washed the sand off our bodies in the surf.

We hadn't gone all that far when I realized that we were the only dudes within miles. There were no houses anywhere - just scrub and bush behind us and endless ocean in front. "Hey! What the fuck are we wearing boardies for?" Then I ditched mine, and threw them toward the dry sand, out of reach of the dwindling breakers. Col and Jeff followed suit. And there we were in all our glory, three naked, tanned teens in the warm, sea air. Within seconds, we all had roaring boners.

"Jeez! If only B could see us now," I cracked, gawking at all three bouncing throbbers.

"Has he seen you naked?"

"Plenty of times. I don't wear clothes around the house."

"Aren't you afraid he might try something?"

"He's not like that. He's a gawker. Anyway, it's awesome fun teasing the fuck outa old dude. Cracks me up big time. Hey! You guys should stay a while when we get back to B's place... y'know, have a bit of fun."

"Doing what?"

"Nothing much," I shrugged. "Just get naked and watch B freak."

"The three of us? With hardons?"

"Can I blow you?" The words fell outa my mouth before I realized what I'd said.

"Thought you'd never ask," Col smiled as he placed his strong hands on my shoulders, and gently forced me to my knees. "But you've gotta say please first."

Jeff turned his back, and gazed out to sea. But I asked him to watch. "It'll make you as horny as a rhino, Jeff, so then I'll blow you."

"You serious?" The poor guy didn't know whether to believe me or not.

"Hey, how am I supposed to be looking at two awesome Aussie hunks with two awesome Aussie boners and not wanna eat the damn things? Lemme tellya, you guys are waaaay hot!"

I returned my attention to Col's huge, smooth one-eyed knob once Jeff had seated himself cross-legged on the sand just a few feet away. Col's monster was pointed straight at my face, promising a truckload of warm, thick, sticky, tasty juice. I felt his hands grasp the sides of my head, then I opened my mouth. Whoa!

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Jeff leaning forward to get a better view. It must've looked totally awesome to see Col's thick throbber sliding backwards and forwards between my stretched lips, and his balls bouncing off my chin with each thrust.

And me? I must've looked like I was trying to eat a whole watermelon in one go... like an anaconda swallowing a buffalo. There was no way I could stop gagging with Col's monster cock stabbing my tonsils, but it was cool. The promise of his juicy prize far outweighed any discomfort I was feeling. Besides, sucking cocks was about pleasing a guy, and pleasing a guy was also about pleasing yourself.

Meantime, I was working my busy tongue and tight lips as best I could, making sure his swollen, super-sensitive head was getting all the intense thrills it deserved. I must've been doing a pretty good job 'cause his fingers kept digging into my scalp.

As his thrusting became more vigorous, my hands found his firm, muscular buns. Then I inserted a finger into his spongy hole, which instantly gripped it like a vice.

Groans and moans of human ecstasy began to enter my ears above the roar of the nearby surf, and the squawking of the gulls. I could also hear Jeff saying things like, "Oh, my fuck!" and, "Fair dinkum, this is fucking awesome!" over and over again as his bug-eyes watched his buddy fuck my face.

Almost without warning, Col's throbber grew larger, and thumped the roof of my mouth with an almighty thud. There was a loud roar as Col threw his head back. I felt his knees sag, and the pressure of his hands on my head increase. Then it happened. My mouth filled with a huge wad of thick warm jizz. I hadn't even had time to swollow the damn deluge when he fired a second massive volley. Then another. My Adam's apple was behaving like a kangaroo on steroids as I forced what I could of Col's avalanche of delicious juice down my throat.

When he'd fired his last tasty wad, he pulled my face to his springy bush of pubes and rested his balls on my chin, which was cool 'cause I was enjoying the rich, masculine aroma of his crotch. "Oh, fuck, Daniel! Thanks a million, mate. Whoa! That was totally outasight." After a few moments, he slid his slowly deflating cock outa my mouth, then used his finger to gather the cum that had escaped from my lips, and fed it to me. "You give fucking awesome head, man," he smiled down at me. "You must've had a lotta practice."

"It's a natural talent," I shrugged before licking his cum-soaked finger, then squeezing his pisshole to get the last precious pearl of juice.

"How the hell did you manage to swallow that whole monster?" Jeff finally asked as he got to his feet, and wasted no time in taking over Col's position in front of me.

"Don't ask me," I said while I eyed his rock-hard boner, bouncing tantalizingly in front of my eyes. The fucking thing had to be seven inches if it was an inch. "I'm looking at yours right now, dude, and I'm asking myself the same question."

For the next five or so minutes - which seemed more like half a fucking hour - Jeff mercilessly pummeled my face while Col watched.

"Is that what I was doing to you?" he asked at one stage, without expecting an answer. "Christ! I don't believe it!"

When it was all over, I had enough boy juice inside me to give birth to half of Florida. But it was cool, and I was pleased to see both guys wearing Cheshire cat grins.

"My turn now," I announced as I rose to my full height.

"You're turn for what?" Col asked with a look of genuine surprise.

"Huh?" was about all I could manage in response. Were they kidding me?

"We'd better be getting back, Daniel. We can have some lunch at Old Bar."

"You guys go on ahead. I'll stay here for a while. Got some thinking to do. I'll catch up with you later." I walked closer to the wash, then sat on the wet sand so that the swirling white water washed over my legs and lower body. It felt cool and refreshing, which was what I needed right then. I didn't even bother to look over my shoulder to see where the guys were going. Fuck them. They fucked the hell outa my face and I got nothing? Bullshit. I'd hitch a ride back to B's house.

Suddenly, there was a hand under each of my armpits. Then another pair under my knees. Before I knew it, I was being carried toward the breakers. *Splash* When I surfaced, coughing and spluttering my guts out, those two assholes were giggling their tits off. "What the fuck...???"

"You didn't say please, Daniel," Col guffawed, sending his abs into a tight washboard of hard, tanned muscle. "Hey, do you really think we'd let you go without a blow job?"

"You Aussies are fucking crazy."

"Goes with the territory, mate."

After we'd waded back to the sandy beach, Col picked up one of the few river stones that were lying around. He checked both sides of the smooth, flat stone, flicked it into the air with his thumb, then caught it with his open right hand, and slapped it onto the topside of his left hand. "Heads or tails," he asked Jeff.

"That's a stone, mate, not a coin. How do I know which side is which?"

"You don't," Col grinned. Then repeated his question. "Heads or tails?"

I later discovered that Aussie coins in the old days had the head of the British King or Queen on one side, and a kangaroo on the other.

"Tails."

"You win," Col laughed. "You get to tongue Daniel's tail while I give him a head job."

"I what? Gimme a look at that stone," he demanded, then snatched it from his buddy's hand and checked both sides. "How can you tell one side from the other? They're fucking identical!"

"You're right, mate," the blonde hunk laughed. "Two tails. Hey, don't stress, Jeff. Daniel's been in the water, so his ass is squeaky clean. Besides, you can think about fucking it one day while you're licking it." Then Col glanced at me. "Isn't that right, mate?"

"Uh... " I really didn't know what the hell to say. "I guess."

A bit of a confab followed, with the two Aussie teens trying to figure out how Jeff could tongue my rosebud while I fucked Col's face. Woohoo! I was getting way excited already! Finally, Col heaped a mound of sand, kinda like a pillow, then laid on his back on the beach with his head raised at a 45 degree angle. The idea was to straddle his chest so that my buns were spread, giving Jeff plenty of room to tongue my ass. Sounded pretty cool to me! Woohoo!

Once my hands and knees were planted either side of Col's chest, he opened his mouth, and I slid my skin-splitter between his eager lips. The moment I felt his tongue wrap around my cockhead, I drew a quick breath. Wicked! Then I felt a pair of flat hands on my ass cheeks, spreading them. The next thing I knew, there was something warm and wet probing my hole. Oh, yes!

The prob was, as I fucked Col's face, my ass kept moving forwards and backwards, which made Jeff's tonguing job a little difficult 'til he eventually got into a rhythm with my movements. But it was totally rad to be looking down at my handsome blonde bud's face, and watching my seven hard inches, glistening with spit, gliding back and forth between his stretched lips. His eyes would sometimes meet mine, and smile. So I knew he was enjoying it too. Big time!

"I wonder if straight guys do this kinda thing to their girlfriends?" I thought to myself. I couldn't imagine Greg doing it to Lindy, or Andy doing it to my mom, or Kyle doing it to Steph. Maybe girls didn't appreciate dicks like guys did. Maybe they had a whole different attitude toward sex.

Anyway, it wasn't long before I felt my rush of cum about to explode, so I rammed my throbber deep into Col's mouth, right up to my blonde pubes. At the same time, Jeff's tongue was buried deep in my ass, and one of his hands was playing with my nads, which were hugging the base of my shaft.

My whole rear end was on fire. Whoa! I gritted my teeth, and felt the awesome thrill of my juice filling my bud's mouth, while his tongue kept turning my spitting cockhead into a zillion volts of electricity. For ten seconds, I was in total heaven. Then I watched Col clean my boner with his tongue.

For the next ten minutes or so we fooled around in the coolness of the rushing, swirling salt water, then put our boardies back on and strolled back to Old Bar beach front, where we gorged ourselves on burgers and Coke for lunch. Col was right. The surfboards were just as we left them; stacked in the tray of the Ute.

We also watched the local skateboarders doing their tricks. One of them was the shirtless dude I'd seen riding his bicycle earlier. He was a total stunner. Kinda rugged good looks and a strong, muscular bod. His hair was all over the damn joint, though, so I figured he was some kinda rebel who chose to do his own thing. He must've been the "main man" 'cause whenever he got ready for a ride over the ramps, the rest of the group stood aside.

After I'd introduced myself to him, and complimented him on his "airs", I asked if I could borrow his board for a couple of minutes.

"You American?"

"Yeah. Tampa, Florida. Just visiting Oz for a week."

"Don't fuck my board, Daniel."

"No prob, Jason."

The first drop was as steep as hell - almost vertical - designed to gather maximum speed early. I made it over the two middle ramps, then headed toward the biggie at the other end. Whoosh! Up and over! I grabbed the base of the board with one hand, and held my other arm outstretched as I crouched and turned in mid air, then plummeted back to the ramp for the return trip.

"Not bad, mate," Jason smiled as I came to a halt by his side. "And you didn't fuck my board."

No, I thought to myself, but I wouldn't mind fucking something else. "Hey, thanks for the lend, man. My buds and I have been watching you. You're a pretty cool rider for an Aussie."

"Say what?"

"Well, y'know... you guys aren't quite up to scratch yet."

"Fuck you, mate! Watch this!"

Jason took off down the slope, did a couple of neat tricks over the middle ramps, then a totally fucking awesome air at the other end. His grin was a mile wide as he returned to the start, and eventually stood beside me. "You were saying?"

"Hey, dude, I was just pulling your chain. You were fucking awesome."

"Yeah, I know."

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