South Africa
Part 5

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I was in the kitchen with mom, wondering how the hell I’d convince my folks to allow me to visit Nick. I’d had a chance to chat with him, but he was a total stranger as far as my folks were concerned. Then there was the prob of deserting my buds while we were on holiday. Anyway, I decided to give it a shot.

"Mom? Nick, the guy at the coffee shop...he asked me if I could get together with him and a few friends of his to watch some surf movies they shot at Vic Bay," I lied. "He’s got a bike, and said he’d pick me up. Do you think it’ll be OK?"

"Sounds fine to me. What about Mark and Wingnut?"

"They’re going to a rave at a barn just outa town."

"Just check with your dad if it’s OK. I’m not too happy about this bike thing."

"It’ll be cool, mom."

"Famous last words."

Later, my dad said it was OK, provided I wasn’t deserting my buds. Well, they’d both decided that they’d rather go to the rave, anyway, so I figured that was cool. I hated lying to my folks, though, but I just had to see Nick again. Woohoo!

As planned, Wingnut, Mark and I met the girls at Rochelle’s trailer, and went inside. Whoa! It was fucking huge! Her folks were obviously loaded. Rochelle invited us to make ourselves comfortable in the living area that was almost as big as the kinda family-size den you’d find at home, complete with TV and all the mod cons. Very impressive!

"We’ve decided," Rochelle smiled as soon as we'd all planted our buns around the dining table.

"Decided what?" I asked.

"That we’re going to blow your lights out as soon as you’ve lost all your clothes. That’s our bonus."

Despite us guys being pretty dumbfounded, to say the least, Mark remained skeptical and straight-faced. "You’re not fucking serious?"

"Why not?" Rochelle shrugged. "You chicken?"

"Fuck off, Rochelle! It’s just that... Jesus... like with everone staring?"

"Hey, we can go somewhere if you want." That girl had a way of oozing sex with the slightest of gestures.

Mark searched my face for some kinda answer, but I simply smiled, and said, "Hey, whatever." All my bud could do was sigh as a token of submission. Guys might’ve had muscles, but girls had... well, whatever girls had.

Meantime, Wingnut was shaking in his fucking boots... sneakers, actually. And I guessed the little fucker must’ve been secretly happy about having worn two pairs of everything.

Mark and I weren’t in the least surprised when Wingnut was caught cheating within the first two hands of the poker game, and had to remove two pieces of clothing, which were his sneakers. They were about the only things he couldn’t duplicate. Rochelle had lost the first game, and elected to take off her top. It was a fucking, low-down, dirty trick, though, ‘cause we guys couldn’t take our beady eyes off her killer tits, which adversely affected our concentration.

As the evening progressed, and more hands were dealt, Wingnut unwillingly shed more and more of his clothing. Everyone had become wise to his cheating, so there was no way that he could hide aces and get away with it. Every time he lost, he swore like a trooper, only worse. That cracked us all up, big time. Except him, of course.

Eventually, the grommet was down to his boxers, while the rest of us were still comparitively dressed. My shoes, socks and t were off, and Mark had lost only one shoe. Clever dick. The girls had taken their tops off, while Mo was down to her panties.

With only one item of clothing remaining, despite having come ‘prepared’ with enough clothes to keep an Eskimo warm for an entire winter, Wingnut lost again. He looked at me as if he was expecting me to somehow save him from the inevitable.

"Don’t stare at me, bro," I grinned. "Take ‘em off!"

There was dead silence as all eyes focused on my little bro. He slowly removed his boxers, and had no hope of hiding his boner, as well as the shiny blob of pre-cum on his knob.

The girls couldn’t believe what they were seeing... a perfectly shaped cock, which was much bigger than a grommet deserved to have. Hell, if they weren’t gonna eat it, then I was pretty damn tempted. Ever since I’d known Wingnut, I’d fantasized about wrapping my lips around that wicked woody of his. It had "suck me" written all over the damn thing. Meantime, I could feel the wetness of my pre-cum building in my boxers.

"Next time you lose," Rochelle announced, with a smile that was saturated with evil, "you’re meat, little guy. Remember, the winner gets to eat you."

Mark had already chilled quite a bit by that stage. He smirked as he said, "What if I win?" But the cheekiness was soon wiped off his face as Rochelle spoke.

"Then you eat him!"

"No fucking way! I’ll eat a bowl of sour chilli, first."

To nobody’s surprise, Wingnut lost the next game, no doubt ‘cause his brain was fried, and he couldn’t concentrate to save his life. The expression on his face told the story in graphic detail. He was totally fucking petrified of what fate had in store. And there was no escape.

"Here!" Rochelle ordered as she threw a cushion at the grommet. "Cover your face with this, then you can imagine that it’s just me and you."

There was no denying that I was as excited as all damn hell, and my boxers were swimming in pre-cum. I’d been waiting for fucking ages to see Wingnut’s first blowjob. Mark was being pretty casual about the whole deal, but I figured his cock would’ve been oozing juice as well.

We watched Wingnut lay on his back, which caused his stomach to form a concave section of solid, defined muscle beneath his ribcage, and which emphasized his barrel chest. All of us were transfixed as Rochelle wrapped her hand around my bud’s woody. He made a little cry ‘cause of the sensation, then we watched Rochelle’s mouth open wide before she closed her lips around his cockhead. Whoa!

My eyes were glued to Rochelle’s long, pink tongue as it slid down the underside of my bro’s boner. Damn! I thought I was gonna offload a bucket of juice in my boxers right there and then! Wingnut’s bod was submitting to spasms, and weird noises where tumbling outa his trembling mouth, as he experienced the most incredible thing to happen in his short, sexual life.

I glanced at Mark, and it was like he’d been hypnotized.

As I watched the smooth muscle of Wingnut’s delicious cock sliding effortlessly in and out of Rochelle’s mouth, I couldn’t help imagining that it was me who was sucking him. At the same time, I realized just how much respect I had for my little bud’s furniture. His cock was easily a match for an older teen’s, and he was handling this awesome, as well as completely new, experience OK... especially considering that he had an audience. Fact was, he was getting seriously into the business of being blown, and, after a while, took the cushion away from his face.

He lifted his head, and looked down the length of his hard-muscled bod at Rochelle whose mouth was filled by his swollen boy meat. He must’ve thought it was some kinda dream. I was thinking how horny the whole damn situation was, when he suddenly threw his head back, raised his knees, and let out a helluva cry.

Rochelle immediately withdrew her face from his woody, and began to piston-stroke his spit-shiny boner with it's bulbous head, and gaping pisshole. Then I witnessed the biggest load of boy juice that I’d ever seen my bud shoot. Rochelle hadn’t been quick enough to get outa the way, though, and the grommet’s jizz splattered over her face, then shot up all over his chest and stomach. Unbe-fucking-lieveable!

"You’re pretty big for a little guy," Rochelle grinned, despite having been drenched by Wingnut’s thick, sticky, white load.

Wingnut was way too outa breath and buggered to respond. He just laid there like he’d been simultaneously dive-tackled by thirteen footballers. Then his mouth opened slightly. "That was the most awesome fucking thing that’s ever happened to me," he sighed as Rochelle began to clean the juice off his bod and her face with tissues.

I had no option but to look at my little bud with a huge amount of new respect. He could’ve wussed out and said "no way!" But he accepted what must’ve been to him one helluva difficult challenge, and ended up enjoying it. And, to me, it was as though he’d earned another feather in his cap, ‘cause his face was glowing with pride, and he didn’t seem to mind the fact that we were all gawking at him. I also noticed that Tammy and Mo were seeing the grommet with new eyes, and it occurred to me that all three girls would have relished the idea of the little guy pumping their pussies with his grommet monster. Yep, my little bro had done himself fucking proud! Woohoo!

Naturally, that was the end of the card game. Wingnut’s initiation into blowjobs was far too intense for any of us to wanna continue playing.

It was then that Rochelle took Mark’s arm, and asked him if he wanted to go for a walk. Yeah, right. How the fuck could a dude walk when he had his dick buried in a girl’s oyster? It was obvious to me what was on Rochelle’s mind. She’d worked herself into a total frenzy, and wanted Mark badly. Then again, who didn’t? She also knew that there was no way that Mark was gonna make a public spectacle of himself. He just wasn’t that kinda dude. And so the two of them disappeared into the night to make grunting and groaning noises in private.

In the trailer, the atmosphere was a little more subdued. Mo poured cold drinks for everybody, and produced some snacks that we were supposed to have eaten during the card game. Yeah... we’d kinda forgotten about snacks while so much emphasis was being placed on the grommet... who, as it turned out, had become Rochelle’s snack.

"Hey, you can get dressed now," Mo said to my bud.

Wingnut’s soft cock was draped like a dormant monster across his nads. To me, it looked just as horny soft as it did hard. Its shape was totally fucking perfect. A tiny drop of cum was still attached to his pisshole.

Anyway, Mo’s words must’ve penetrated his fried brain, ‘cause he stood, and stretched, and looked even more damn awesome as the perspiration caused his skin to shine... and the night wasn’t all that warm! Must’ve been something else that had gotten him all sweaty. Yeah, right. Then he dressed, still in a daze, and we sat at the table snacking, each of us thinking our own thoughts in between small talk. There was no doubt that Wingnut’s woody’s introduction to lips and a tongue had hit us all like a fucking sledgehammer.

It was a while before Mark and Rochelle returned to the trailer looking somewhat worse for wear and a little dishevelled. Then we all chatted for a bit before we guys decided to head back to the bungalow. Mark and Wingnut were ready to stack up zzzs big time, but I was still as horny as all fucking hell.

"I’m gonna jack off before I go to sleep," I announced once we’d all hit the hay... just to let them know what to expect in terms of squishy noises and grunts.

I wrapped my fist around my throbber and visualized Wingnut’s hard, smooth cock sliding between Rochelle’s sexy lips. Then, without any conscious decision on my part, the vision of Wingnut was replaced by Nick. As I continued to fist my boner, I mentally undressed that totally killer dude in the cheesecloth clothes, with the open shirt, the tied pants, and the wicked smile. I was wishing that I’d taken a better look at his cock when he was pissing next to me at the coffee shop toilet. After a few minutes, I offloaded a truckload onto my stomach. I was pretty sure that Mark and Wingnut had been listening to all the fucking noise I was making. But what the hell. I needed it badly.

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