By the time we'd arrived back at the bungalow, the early morning air was freezing, but Nick decided not to light a fire. It was almost 3am.
South Africa
Part 4
"You want coffee? It'll warm you up."
"I can think of a better way."
"We'll get around to that."
After coffee, Nick went outside to shower. I couldn't believe it! It must've been like bathing in crushed ice. Anyway, I was content to brush my teeth under the outside tap… the inside tap used a rain-water tank, which was for washing, cleaning, and drinking.
We climbed under the covers, freezing our damn nuts off. Nick pulled me closer to him, then pressed his soft, luscious lips against mine. I didn't need to be a genius to figure he was horny as hell. And as we kissed, our hands fondled each other's hard dicks. Gradually, our writhing bodies caused the blanket to slip off the bed, but we didn't care. We had already been consumed by blind passion.
Nick turned around so that we were both laying on our sides, facing each other, in a 69 position. Even after showering, Nick's crotch still smelled strongly of him… a delicious aroma that electrified my senses. Then I felt my dick being taken in by his warm, wet mouth, so I slid my lips over his knob, and down his thick, hard shaft.
Suddenly, Nick reached down and pulled his dick outa my mouth, then sat up. We kissed for a few moments before he gazed into my eyes.
"Hey, lover… you want to?"
Did I fucking ever! I'd been waiting for him to ask. And hoping.
He grabbed a condom from his bedside drawer, then laid back so I could roll it over his monster, which was so damn hard, it was ropey [veins].
I obeyed Nick's hands as he gently guided me into position on all fours. Then I felt his hands part my buns before his tongue went to work on my rosebud. What a fucking wicked sensation that was, and not just physically. To know that his cute face was pressed against my butt had to be the most awesome of compliments, as well as proof that he'd meant it when he called me 'lover'.
A little later, Nick squeezed some KY onto his fingers, then worked it into my hole, first with one finger, then two. He was helluva gentle as he relaxed my ass muscles. Then he put a generous helping of lube on his condom-covered boner.
"You ready, buddy?" he asked as he leaned forward, and kissed my ear.
I couldn't see what he was doing, but I could sure feel it. His cockhead pressed against my hole, which caused me to tighten up a bit. His hands were gripping my hips.
"Relax, Kyle… I'll be gentle."
I was mindful of our last session some months ago, and how totally awesome it was, so I forced myself to relax as he slowly slid his cock into me. He was filling my insides, but the feeling was fantastic. His throbber was hard and thick as it began to slide back and forth. At first, it was a bit painful as he retreated before the next thrust, but the sheer pleasure of his being inside me overrode any discomfort.
His balls slapped against mine each time he pushed, and he seemed to be fucking me like forever. I was almost disappointed when I heard him gasp. "Oh, fuck!"
I tightened my ass muscles as he pushed deeper, and felt his cock thickening and pulsating as it exploded a truckload of boy juice into the condom. Then, after some seconds of moaning and groaning, he slumped forward and rested on my back, leaving his dick inside me for a while. When he did pull out, slowly, his dick was still hard.
Nick rolled me over onto my back, then laid on top of me. We kissed while he pulled the rubber off. Then I reached down, and closed my fist around his cum-soaked semi. It felt totally wicked! He fucked my hand for a while as we kissed, and managed to offload some more juice.
"Your turn," he whispered in my ear.
My hands were a bit shaky, and my legs felt like jelly after having Nick inside me. Maybe I was nervous about fucking him. He was no wuss. He was all man, albeit with a boy's face.
"I wanna face you while I fuck you."
Nick rolled onto his back, and raised his knees. I'd been tempted to taste his rosebud, but I was as nervous as all hell about that. What if it tasted like…? Jeez. Anyway, I moved down to his ass and took a sniff. Hmmm. Clean and soapy. I put the tip of my tongue against his hole. Seemed pretty normal -- nothing ugly there. Besides, as my tongue probed deeper into his spongy rosebud, I was enjoying the effect it was having on my friend. He was in seventh heaven.
Then I squeezed some KY onto two of my fingers, and slid them into Nick's hole as I gently massaged the lube in.
"You wanna put the condom on for me?"
I sat on Nick's stomach, and watched him roll the rubber down the length of my boner.
"Hey, Kyle… ever seen the barcode at the bottom of a condom?"
"Yeah… of course."
"Fucker. You've heard that one before. So I guess your cock's long enough, then."
Nick grabbed his ankles, and pulled back his muscular legs, causing his abs to tighten. And there it was. His hairless, pink and brown, inner sanctum, ready and waiting for me.
I used one hand to force my dick down… I had one of those stargazing kinda boners that was forever checking out navels and ceilings. My free hand spread his buns a little, then I eased the head of my cock in, and watched him close his eyes.
"Hey, you're gonna tell me if it hurts. Right?"
"Oh, fuck, Kyle," he smiled, "that feels good."
I leaned forward, rested on my hands, then gradually pushed my boner further into his ass. His ankles were almost level with his ears, and I could tell by the expression on his cute face that he was sharing the same awesome thrill that was electrifying my whole being. As his ass muscles closed around my throbber, he threw his arms around me, and pulled me down.
We kissed as I got into a rhythm. At the same time, I was worried that I would offload too quickly, but I didn't. I wanted this experience to last as long as possible. But Nick had other plans. He began to accelerate the passion.
I wondered what the fuck he was doing when he did a partial sit-up. He was almost chest-to-chest with me, and I thought he was gonna snap off my dick. Instead, he slid down a bit, then placed his arms around me in such a way that he was able to use one hand to find my ass. The next thing I knew, his finger had entered my hole. And while all that was going on, I was still fucking him.
I must've roared like a hungry lion as my balls tightened, and I offloaded a gallon of juice. The sensation was indescribably intense… pleasure bordering on pain. I was panting as though I'd just run a fucking marathon. And with each explosion of my juice, I was aware of the fact that I was fucking a most incredible guy… a god.
After the fireworks, Nick laid back, then wrapped his strong legs around my waist, preventing me from pulling out. But the afterglow was wonderful… kissing his erect, brown nipples and the smooth, satin skin of his chest as I remained inside him. Sweat was dripping from my forehead onto his pecs and abs, so I licked it off.
"There's no way we're gonna sleep after that," he laughed as he rolled off the bed, and headed toward a bottle of red wine. "Ever had red wine for breakfast before?"
"Nope. But I know someone who has."
"Lemme guess… Mr B. He sounds like my kinda fossil. Decadent."
We were both in the mood for a whole night of lovemaking, but the early light of morning was already beginning to show through the windows. I dozed off with Nick wrapped around me. We were both in a world of total heaven.
"Lucky! Fuck off, you cunt!"
I wasn't all that impressed with being drenched by a bucket of ice-cold water, either. But I figured I'd let Nick do all the swearing and complaining. Lucky was a BIG boy!
"Hey," the tall Zulu laughed, "gotta get you two lovebirds disconnected, man."
I rolled off the bed, then stood. Lucky was staring at my piss boner, and took a chance by putting his hand around it.
"Oooo! Nice one… for a white, honky dude, anyway."
I instinctively pulled away, but then relaxed, remembering where I was.
"Hey, Nicky, what you got planned for the day?"
"Gonna take Kyle for a wave at Vic's, then I'm not sure. Probably do some riding this afternoon."
"Kyle on a horse? Ever done any horseriding, Kyle?"
"Once."
"Bareback?"
"Nope."
The tall, black guy showed his wicked set of pearlies as he laughed. But I was excited about the prospect of surfing at Vic Bay. I'd heard about it, and I was itching to get back into the salt water.
While Nick threw some breakfast together in the kitchen, I showered. Lucky was sitting on the log, watching me.
"Hey, Kyle boy, want me to wash your back for you?"
"No… it's cool."
"Wanna wash mine?"
"Nope."
"Don't worry, boyo, the color doesn't wash off."
"Hey, Lucky!" Nick said as he approached us, balancing three plates of bacon and scrambled eggs, with grilled tomato and toast, "stop terrorizing Kyle."
"I'm not!" the Zulu answered, protesting his innocence.
"He's not," I added. Hey, I figured discretion was the better part of valor. Anyway, I'd seen the movie 'Zulu', with Michael Caine.
"OK, I'm sorry, guys. Here… eat up, so we can split."
Before I ate breakfast, I put on a pair of shorts in an attempt to stop him gawking, but it was to no avail. Those black eyes of his were all over me like a rash. Nick, meantime, was content to sit on the log totally starkers, his pubes still matted and tangled with dried love juice, while he shovelled egg and bacon into his face.
"Hey, if you two honkies wanna catch a few waves at Vic, I'll clean up the dishes and stuff. OK?"
"You'd better wash the sheets as well."
"Oh?"
After Nick had showered, and Lucky was still busying himself with the domestics, my awesome bud fitted the surfboard carrier to the side of the bike.
"Pretty nifty invention, huh?"
"I gotta tellya, Nick. I'm having the best time ever. This is totally un-fucking-real."
"There's more to come, lover. A lot more."Copyright © 2000 All rights reserved. mrbstories
