World Cup Whackoff

[writerman45]

World Cup Whackoff - Part One and Subsequent Parts.

Part One


A group of my straight friends asked me to go to South Africa with them so they could watch the world cup because they knew I had traveled to a number of different countries while they had never been out of the country before.


I have to be honest and say that I was not too keen. I’m not crazy about soccer and the thought of being responsible for four drunken straight guys – because, knowing them, whatever they did would involve a lot of beer – didn’t appeal over much. But when they agreed to pay for my plane ticket I couldn’t turn down such a good offer.


And so it was that Andy, Nick, Steve, Phil and I arrived in Johannesburg and hired a car and drove out to Rustenburg where the guys wanted to be based ahead of the first game against England. Nick suggested that we hire just two rooms between the five of us to save money but I insisted on having my own room. I did this for two reasons; firstly I was hoping to get lucky and wanted to be able to take him back to my room if I did and secondly I didn’t want to be distracted by the guys walking around in their underwear and teasing me with what I couldn’t have.


The day before the game the guys suggested we go up to Sun City because they wanted to have to wanted to gamble. As soon as we arrived there I knew I should never have come; I kept seeing wonderful eye candy and there I was stuck with four big brutes who just wanted to swill beer, try their luck on the slot machines and tables, and check out the hot babes around the swimming pool. As they had already decided that I would be doing the driving they were soon knocking back the beers like there was no tomorrow. I excused myself and said I was going to take a leak.


I was really surprised when Nick tagged along because in the past he had always been extremely modest around me. Whereas the other guys didn’t give a shit if I saw them naked, and I had many time before, Nick always made sure to keep his body well covered when I was around. I headed straight to the bank of urinals because I figured that Nick would go into a cubicle but to my surprise he stood at the urinal next to mine. I tried not to look, I really did try, but it was impossible. Giving in, I looked down to see a thick, uncircumcised cock with foreskin that seemed to just melt around the tip, revealing about a dime sized area of his cock. He let loose a huge jet of piss that seemed to stop as quickly as it began. I could feel the heat of desire creep across my chest and face. I tried to look away but my eyes simply refused the commands from my brain.


I watched now as he slowly peeled back the pale, silky looking foreskin of his fat cock to reveal his red and shiny knob. I could feel a tremble in my own cock as desire coursed through my veins. It felt like we had been there an hour already although it must have been under two minutes. I was as nervous as hell, afraid that someone would see us and go get one of the security guards. I shook off my own much thinner cock and was about to tuck it away when I noticed that Nick wasn’t just shaking off his last few piss drops any more; he was positively jerking off! I couldn’t believe it: shy Nick was whacking off right in front of me. His thick cock grew even fatter, if that was possible, and a heavy vein bulged in the skin of his straining shaft. It was quite simply the most beautiful, lust inducing sight that you could imagine and suddenly I forgot that I was still feeling a little whacked from traveling halfway around the world.


I needed to see more of that impressive boner but it was much too dangerous. Given the volume of people milling about it was a miracle that nobody had come into the bathroom yet. I tucked my cock away and indicated that Nick come into the end cubicle with me. He didn’t even put that fucker away; I figured he must have been affected by the freedom of being away from home and all the beer that he had had because he just followed me with his fat, hard cock sticking straight out of his zipper. As soon as I had locked the door behind us I lowered his pants and took that monster of his into my hands. It felt warm and weighty and precious. It really was a deliciously beautiful cock, a work of art. I slid my left hand down now and cupped it around his big, fuzzy nuts and he sighed softly and then pressed his right hand against the back of my neck.


I knew exactly what he wanted and I greedily gobbled up his horny cock. He still had his hand on the back of my neck as I swirled my tongue all over the sensitive cockhead while gently stroking his juiced laden balls. He sighed softly and I was worried that he would get noisy and get us in to trouble; any other time I would have been quite turned on by being able to make a man like Nick groan out loud but right now I just needed him to be really quiet and feed me that that fat pork sword of his. I slipped a hand behind his balls now and stroked his big cheeks. The thought of being able to slip my sausage between his chunky cheeks and into his spice hole made me so horny that I could hardly breath but when I tried to slide my hand between his cheeks he clenched them tight, letting me that was a ‘no go’ area. The scent of his furry crotch filled my nostrils as I took him into the back of my throat and worked his dick the best way I knew how.


I came off his dick a few minutes later and started nibbling down the shaft and onto his big balls. Each of his tender eggs received my full attention as I nipped and nibbled and I could tell that he was close. I could hear men coming and going, doors opening and closing, faucets being turned on and off but nothing in the world mattered to me apart from that Nick’s sexy man flesh. I stroked his warm, furry thighs and started licking back up to his shaft. The salty tang of his precum slid over my tongue as his cockhead slid home into the back of my throat. He grabbed my head and started pumping and I was starting to get a little worried about his over eagerness causing me lasting damage when suddenly he grunted and flooded my mouth with his delicious sauce.


As soon as he was done he whipped his cock out of my mouth and tucked himself away. And then he opened the cubicle door and stepped out without a care in the world as I hurried to close it behind him. I sat on the john and waited for what I thought would be a decent amount of time before leaving the cubicle. As I exited the cubicle I saw a big bear of a man standing at the urinal. And even though I had just drained Nick of a copious amount of nut juice I couldn’t help but notice how big, and round and form this dude’s ass was. Suddenly he turned around and I saw that he had a long, skinny boner in his hand. My head reeled as I stepped back into the cubicle and seconds later he was in that tiny space with me, pressing himself against me and kissing my cheek.


He said something to me in Afrikaans and I explained that I was a foreign tourist and couldn’t understand what he was saying. He smiled and told me that he wanted to fuck me. I gulped and nodded and before I knew what was happening he had my pants and underpants down around my ankles and his tongue was buried up my butthole while his big hands played up and down my sensitive thighs before grabbing hold of my leaking dick and attempting to milk it. I couldn’t remember a time when I had felt so fuckin’ horny. I pushed my little bubble butt against his big, bearded bear face and felt his whiskers scratch my cheeks as he ate me out. And then, to my amazement I felt a lubed up finger being pushed into my wanting hole. I couldn’t believe the dude walked around with lube in his pocket!


I felt delirious with lust as his thick finger bit into me and prepared the way for his skinny cock which was not much fatter than his finger. I was more than ready and started clamping down on his finger, letting him know that he needed to get a move on before I died from lack of cock. He entered me swiftly, with one long stroke that made me wonder if I really was as ready as I could be. But soon my hungry ass had adjusted to the invading cock that was slicing into my guts. I could tell that he had done this before he managed to keep his little gurgles and grunts down to a level that only I could hear. I was getting it good, that was for sure and the fact that this was my second dose of sex in less than twenty minutes just made the whole experience so incredibly horny. Like Nick he was in a hurry and he just kept ramping up his attack on my ass. Man, that beefy boer could fuck. He might not have had the biggest cock in the world but he sure as hell knew how to use it. All too soon he shuddered and creamed off inside me.


I was surprised when instead of getting dressed and leaving he fished the bottle of lube out of his pocket, took off his shirt and asked me to fuck him. Wow! That big, beefy ass of his was even more beautiful unclothed than I could have imagined. His cheeks were firm and pale and covered in long, silky brown fur. I grabbed a hold of his luscious melons and buried my face in his musky crack. This was the way to see a country I remembered thinking to myself, as I tongued his large brown pucker. He put his hands on the end wall and pushed his big butt back in my face driving me absolutely crazy. This was the kind of ass that filled my dreams and here it was doing a booty shake right in my face and begging for my cock. I couldn’t resist any longer. I gathered up a gloop of lube and eased it inside his hot hole. His big pucker yielded to my invading finger and I knew he would have no difficulty taking me deep. Stepping up to that full, fleshy furry rump I took aim and started the slow slide to ecstasy.


Man he was hot and silky and the sight of his pale rump contrasting with the tan of his broad back was out of this world. Once more I was vaguely aware of men going about the legitimate business of being in the public bathroom but I had a far more important task to perform. My cock had become a diplomat, cementing ties between the peoples of two countries. I couldn’t speak his language but the language of cocks and balls and butts and lust needed no words. All that was needed was my gentle thrusting up into his big butt and him clamping his ring tight on my shaft. The stranger was where I had wanted Nick to be a short while ago, offering me his furry fruit and I was a grateful recipient.


My balls were drawn up tight, my breathing was ragged and the big bear’s ass had taken me to the point of no return. I held onto his hips as my knees buckled and heavy ropes of joy juice blasted out of my balls and deep into his guts.


We were both a little embarrassed as we broke apart and cleaned up our dripping bungholes. He dressed, gave me a quick kiss on the forehead and then left. I went back to join the guys and it didn’t take them too long to figure out what I had been up to. They ragged me something chronic, with Nick making the biggest contribution. I had to smile as I wondered what the others would think if they knew that I had his cream sloshing around in my belly.


*

The day of the match came round and the guys were really excited. There was lots of butt slaps and bear hugs, even for me. I enjoyed them immensely while pretending not to.


In the evening, with the guys gone off to the match, I had time to myself. I had a long, leisurely meal in the hotel and flirted with the waiter who was a real stunner. He was really slender but built where it really mattered. I couldn’t help staring at the mammoth bulge in his black trousers. Nhlanhla, was his name and I tell you try as I might I couldn’t wrap my mouth around that word. He wrote it down for me and then bold as brass he suggested that instead of wrapping my tongue around his name I wrap it around his dick as I obviously wanted it real bad because I kept staring at it so much. I blushed and made to apologize but he was serious; this was a genuine invitation and I eagerly accepted it.


I watched Nhlanhla weaving around the tables, charming his guests with that killer smile. It was a smile that could melt the tundra in Siberia. His teeth were neat and even and the most dazzling white you could ever imagine, contrasting with the bitter chocolate shade of his skin. He had cheekbones that super models would give their right arms for and big, brown eyes that invited you to gaze into their depths. He told me that he was twenty four but he had not a single facial hair; I guessed he was not a big fan of junk food because you have never seen such flawless skin. This was the man who had offered me his magic wand and I couldn’t wait to have it but wait I had to because he needed to finish his shift.
When I got done eating I went into the bar but it was pretty rowdy with all the guys watching soccer and cheering or jeering so I went back to my room.


When the knock came I just about jumped out of my skin in anticipation. Nhlanhla was dressed in his street clothes now: sagging jeans, tee-shirt and a baseball cap and he didn’t look half as appealing but I remembered that beneath those baggy jeans lay the object of my desire.

‘I can’t stay long,’ Nhlanhla told me ‘fifteen minutes tops, then I must catch the staff bus home.’

I dropped to my knees in front of him and undid his belt. His jeans slid down his snake hips unaided. I ran my thumb and forefinger down the length of hose outlined in his boxer shorts.

‘You like cock too much.’ Nhlanhla said. Boy was he ever right.


I carried on teasing that python of a cock through the thin material and the beast began to stir. It lengthened and thickened but was still trapped down the right leg of his boxers. His fingers dug into my shoulders; perhaps he felt I was wasting valuable time. He wiggled those slender hips of his but still I teased him until at last I saw the maroon colored knob protrude out of his boxers. Damn! I had struck gold this time. If there are two things I love they are big, chunky butts and huge cocks but unfortunately as we all know they very rarely come in the same package. Nhlanhla had very little in the butt stakes to raise my interest but did he have a cock! This was a porn stud package and for the next ten minutes it was mine for the taking. It was time I took it. I lowered his boxers and he sighed in release as his big dick swung free, almost taking my eye out.


It was a thing of beauty; a large vein ran down the shaft of the dark flesh that contrasted with the maroon head. It stood large and proud and hungry for my mouth. I opened wide and let his cockhead fall into my mouth where I nuzzled it on my tongue. I could hear his little whimpers of approval as I worked that big cock the best way I knew how. His balls were tiny, almost lost up against his body as I stroked them. I knew he had an eye on the clock, and that at twenty four years of age he probably didn’t have much in the way of control and yet still I was disappointed when suddenly he groaned and flooded my throat with a massive load of joy juice. I had only been getting into my stride when he had fired off both barrels and prematurely ended my pleasure. He whipped his softening cock out of my mouth and started to get dressed.

‘Will I see you again?’ I asked.

‘I’m going back to my home area for two weeks.’ He replied.


What a let down. At least he stopped to shake my hand and tell me thanks before he let himself out of my room and out of my dreams. It was still early but I didn’t want to go back to the bar so I settled down with a book I had intended to read. Every now and then my attention strayed and I thought about Nhlanhla and how I had longed to give him a slow, sexy blowjob. I was certain that he had been in my room under ten minutes but it would be hard to forget a cock like that or the sexy stunner who owned it.


I’d been lost in my book when there was a sudden thudding on my door. I grabbed a towel to cover my nakedness and went to open the door. It was the guys, back from the match, and they were buzzing.

‘We held England to a draw!’ Steve announced as they tumbled into the room.

‘Is that good?’ I naively asked.

‘Good? Man, that’s fucking fantastic!’ Nick told me as he wrapped me up in a bear hug.

I could feel my lust meter rising; I longed for there to be another session between Nick and me but would have to wait until I could engineer the moment. When Nick released me, before the straight guy hug time limit expired – how the hell do they know these things? – Phil suddenly yanked my towel off me.

‘Get down on your knees; we’ve got a treat for you.’ He said.

‘Wha…what? What are you talking about?’ I asked even as I dropped to my knees.

My pulse raced and breathing seemed difficult. I knew that something sexual was about to happen. The four guys closed in around me and began to unzip! Suddenly there they were, my fantasy men, with hard cocks in hand.

‘You can look but don’t touch.’ Andy instructed me.


Damn cheek, I thought to myself as his cock was easily the least attractive of the bunch. The surgeon must have been in a hurry when he circumcised him as it had a slightly strangulated look but still it was a cock, an excited cock and I could not take my eyes off of any of them as I craned my neck this way and that to get a good look at all of them. I had already seen their soft cocks before but, with the exception of Nick’s fat hog, this was my first time to see them properly on the bone. Oh sure, once or twice I had caught glimpses of morning wood when we had shared hotel rooms but that was nothing compared to seeing these hot cocks in full sexual flush being slowly jerked by their owners.

‘You like that, dontcha?’ Steve drawled.


I would have liked it even more if I could have stroked their muscular thighs and caressed their over full balls and slipped my hand up their tight cracks or taken those hard dicks into my mouth. I loved the way Steve’s big low hangers bounced about as he whacked his seven-incher. It was a beautiful cock with a spear like head over the pale, fat shaft. His blonde pubes were bushy and how I longed to bury my nose in his fur and inhale his scent. How I would have loved to nibble on those fun bags hanging below his precum leaking cock. These dudes were really getting off on this; getting off on teasing me and probably – if they were honest – getting off on seeing each other’s hard cocks being jerked to perfection.


My attention turned to Nick’s big fuzzy nuts now. The memories of having his nuts in my hands back in the john as Sun City were still strong. I noticed that he jerked off using just his thumb and two fingers; I liked to think that he was offering me as much flesh as possible and his fist would have hid too much of his beauty from my hungry eyes. Andy had his fist wrapped around his cock now while his left hand played with his balls. That was my job! I was made redundant before I had even had a chance to serve. This torment had gone on long enough. I reached out to Phil and slipped my hand up the back of his thigh but he very gently removed it. To my surprise Nick suddenly tuned around and I found myself just inches away from his creamy pale man mountains! He bent over and pulled his cheeks apart and I found myself gazing at his very red little pucker. Phil grabbed a beer from the mini bar and opened it.

‘Hey Dan,’ he said ‘you have to drink some beer from Nick’s ass.’


Before I knew it the guys had me laid out on the floor and I had Nick’s beefy butt squatting inches from my face. Phil started to pour the beer down Nick’s lower back and a rivulet of the cold fluid flowed between his chunky cheeks and into my mouth and over my face. When the beer was finished I grabbed hold of Nick’s hips and pulled him onto my face and I greedily ate him out, certain that I would only have a few seconds contact with his little fuck truffle. Instead he moaned out loud and ground his beautiful big butt onto my face. I was even more amazed when I felt a hand close around my straining cock and start to jerk me off.

‘Nick, buddy, what the hell are you doing, man?’ Andy protested.

But Nick was too far gone. Andy didn’t know our history. Didn’t know how we had shared a moment of pure lust in the john. He didn’t know how horned up I was from eating Nick out or, no doubt, how horny Nick was from being eaten like this. I looked up to see Steve and Phil still furiously fisting their cocks and then went back to my truffle treat. I couldn’t believe I was snuffling around in Nick’s crack or that he was jerking my throbbing cock. And then the most amazing thing happened: I felt Nick’s mouth close around my precum slicked cock head. He gobbled me up with an eagerness that made up for his lack of skill.


‘Would you look at that!’ I heard Andy say but I couldn’t tell if there was disgust or excitement in his voice. I didn’t care. I had big Nick on my face and his big bouncy butt and broad back under my hands and his mouth slobbering all over my cockhead. We were locked together like that for about five minutes when he changed position so that his fat throbber fell down into my throat. I stroked his big thighs and played with his fuzzy nuts while he face fucked me. I knew that this moment would be the pinnacle of my erotic escapades and when I heard Phil’s loud groan closely followed by Andy’s warning that he was going to blow I decided it was time to give in to my urge to blast my spunk into Nick’s virgin mouth. I eased my thumb into his spit slicked spice hole and almost immediately was rewarded with a massive load of his tasty cream. As Steve bellowed out his release my hips arched as I thrust up into Nick’s mouth and my balls drained in the most fantastic eruption of spewing jism.


I was a complete wreck after that amazing session and crawled into bed as soon as the somewhat embarrassed guys had dressed and left to carry on their partying in their own rooms.

By Daniel Blue - to be continued when time allows

 

[gsdx]

Methinks I need to wake up and go to bed.

(Sorry. I thought this was posted in Hot Topics for some reason.)

 

[kcboi]

wow... great work...

 

[62624rd]

great story

 

[DonQuixote]

Writerman,
Now THAT's a great way to celebrate a game of "ball"!

 

[youngtwinkjosh]

this story is on nifty.org and i was wondering why it was listed under celebrity.

 

[Autolycus]

At last! Something from that boring World Cup soccer debacle that is really exciting!

Looking forward to the next episode!

 

[clarinetboy]

i will continue to read this if you post more

 

[writerman45]

World Cup Whackoff - Part 2

It was the morning after the game and my buddies didn’t come down to breakfast. I figured they were all nursing serious hangovers or were too embarrassed to look me in the eye after all the crazy things that had happened in my room the night before.


I decided I wasn’t going to waste time waiting for them to surface so after breakfast I took myself off to a shopping mall. I spent a very pleasant morning people watching – well, more like cock and butt drooling – and browsing in a bookstore. I decided on an early lunch and I was sitting there enjoying a Castle lager and some sausage thing called boerewors which was served with a ground corn concoction and a spicy tomato and onion gravy. Suddenly this vision of untamed masculinity filled my view and sat down at the table next to me. He was built like the proverbial brick shit house and stuffed into tiny rugby shorts an open necked shirt that showed a forest of brown fur. His thighs were massive and furry and the bulge in his shorts captivated my attention so that even though I tried to force myself to look away I could not. He smiled a big, goofy smile that lit up his big, handsome face; it was a genuine smile that spread to his sexy green eyes. His cherry red lips were fleshy and shapely and looked out of place on that rugged face but man, all I could think about was kissing those sexy ripe, red lips and being encircled in his massive arms and riding his thick cock.


I had to cross my legs to avoid being arrested for indecency: this gorgeous hunk had me on the bone right there in public. He said hello; my mouth was like the Sahara and my voice sounded small and alien to me. My heart thudded in my ribcage. I couldn’t believe how much this man turned me on. I looked around, fully expecting his wife to join him but the waiter came and took his order and still no one else joined him.

‘Are you in town for the football?’ he asked.

He was local. Afrikaans, like the bear I had met at Sun City. My cock lurched in my underpants as I remembered that hot quick fuck and the sensation of being buried deep in his big butt. This guy was even bigger built than my Sun City bear and the thought of being able to peel those tiny rugby shorts down his beefy butt and gaze in lust at his naked cup cakes insinuated itself in my brain as a command. You must have this man! my brain told my cock and the poor overworked little fucker just about creamed off inside my pre cum slicked underpants.

‘My buddies are. I just tagged along for the ride,’ I told him.

‘Where is your friends now?’ he asked. I could tell that English did not roll easily off his tongue.

‘Back at the hotel, sleeping off a hangover,’ I told him.

‘Must be funny for you, if you have to share,’ he said.

‘I’ve got my own room,’ I told him.


Suddenly my radar was on full alert. Was he checking out the possibility? I could feel a flush of excitement cross my chest, neck and face, sweat beaded on my upper lip. Was it possible that this big, friendly giant was on the hunt for a little cock fun?

‘But last night, after the game, they were on a high and they came to my room and we all got a little crazy,’ I told him.

I saw his eyes widen. He briefly licked his lips. He was sniffing at the bait but I needed him to take it, gnaw it, swallow it.

‘I think they’re all a little bit embarrassed this morning,’ I told him.

‘Why?’ he asked. ‘What was you getting up to?’

‘Well, let’s just say that they were very friendly to their gay buddy,’ I replied.

He gulped. And then to my amazement he spread his massive thighs further apart and pulled the left leg of his shorts and underpants up over an amazingly huge set of nuts and a big, thick uncut cock. It lasted only a second but my brain drank in every last detail of his fantastic fuck flesh. His balls were a reddish brown color and his cock was very pale but with a darkening of the puckered foreskin around the tip. He tucked himself away and smiled at me. I was so turned on I could hardly breathe; I knew that he knew I was hooked but I also knew that the object of my desire was within grasp. I would have got down on my knees right in that food court of the shopping mall and serviced this big, beautiful, butch Boer if he asked me to. How I longed to drain the nectar out of those fat balls.


‘Will you sit with me while I eat?’ he asked.

You’ve never seen such indecent haste as I joined him at his table. You would think he had asked me to sit myself down of his greased up knob. Pretty soon the waiter brought his meal and he told me a little about himself while he ate. He was a farmer and had a farm about thirty miles out of town and was married.

‘You do know what I want?’ I asked him. I had to know if I was wasting my time.

‘Believe me, you don’t want it so bad as me,’ he said softly.

How I longed to touch him then, to stroke those massive thighs.

‘Can we go back to your place?’ he asked.

‘What about your wife?’ I asked.

‘She’s not coming,’ he teased.

‘You know what I mean.’ I was curious but really it wasn’t any of my business.

‘The usual story,’ he said. ‘It is over seven months now. She just doesn’t like it. So once in a while I come to town by myself. She seems to know now not ask. Sometimes I’m getting lucky.’


I don’t think he knew how lucky I considered myself. I watched him jump in his four wheel drive truck in the parking lot and then follow me back to the hotel. He was breathing real hard as I closed the door and I was afraid that I would suddenly see a wet spot appear on his shorts. As much as I wanted to prolong and savor the moment my lust would not allow me to. I unbuttoned his shirt and drank in the beauty of his well defined chest and all of that dense fur and the two large pink nipples that seemed to be standing to attention in honor of my visit. Slowly I stripped the shirt off him and then raised his arms above his head and buried my face in his right armpit and inhaled his masculine scent. He giggled as I started licking the fresh sweat out of his armpit and I turned myself on even more by imagining a whole rugby team spunking off on his chest and in his sexy pits. Moving over to his left armpit I took my time sniffing and licking and being so turned on that instead of worrying about him prematurely ending the party I was worried about my own hungry cock that seemed desperate to spew.


Koos pulled my face away from his armpit and kissed me. I was surprised at how gentle and tender his kiss was; that is not to suggest that it lacked passion or urgency. I could feel his large hands massaging my tight bubble butt and damn did it feel good. I knew that I would be playing host to one might hungry and thick farmer dick but before we got there I had to check out his amazing ass. I had watched it bouncing as we walked out of the shopping mall and again when we entered the hotel. Those massive man melons were as shapely and as full and firm as you could wish for on a lazy afternoon. I tugged now on his rugby shorts and he helped me get them down to his ankles.


His big, beautiful fat cock swung free and heavy; the foreskin was fully retracted now and his spear shaped cockhead was covered in sex slime and was very red. It was quite the most delicious thing I had seen that day and I cupped his massive balls in my hand and played with them while anticipating wrapping my lips around his girth. He sighed gently and I knew it was time to please this hot man. I dropped to my knees and buried my nose in his furry crotch. The scent of his balls and crotch fur filled my nostrils along with something slightly more heady and pungent; his full skin had brewed up a masculine funk to intoxicate me like few cut men back home were able to. I stroked the back of his big, furry thighs now as I took his luscious lollipop into my mouth. Oh the ecstasy! The taste and scent of sex was zapping my senses and the feel of his warm thighs under my palms and his fat cock on my tongue and his big balls mashed up close to my chin was being burned directly into my long term memory.


I nursed on his fat juicy cock as I stroked and fondled his goose eggs and listened to his soft moans and groans. I guess he was really getting it good if he hadn’t had any for seven months. Poor guy; it was no wonder his nuts were so large, as brimful of nut juice as they were. After a good ten minutes of bringing him close to the point of no return and easing him back down again I had him turn around. What a sight confronted me… he had a patch of silky hair at the base of his spine that flowed down between the cheeks of his beefy, creamy white ass. His cheeks were silky smooth but the valley between was dark with fur and funk. I parted his hefty cheeks and grooved on the sight of his big, red pucker hole only just visible in its thicket of luxuriant fur. Pressing my nose into his crack I about shot my bolt on the intoxicating scent of this furry man. He groaned as he pressed his butt back at me and waited to claim his prize. I couldn’t keep him waiting any longer as my tongue drilled into the core of his tight love knot. The warm silken feel of his fuck truffle as it reluctantly parted under my probing tongue was getting to me and I quickly fished my hard cock out of my fly and started giving it some of the attention it craved.


I was so incredibly turned on by his hot ass that my poor cock was getting a real workout. Rivers of precum drooled out of the eye of my cock and I smeared the cooling gel over my overheated cock head and about triggered a sudden onrush of orgasm. Without thinking I got to my feet and started rubbing my cock through his spit wet silken crack. The sensation of the underside of my cockhead rubbing over his slick butthole was out of this world. I was overcome by a sudden, uncontrollable lust and spat on my hand and rubbed it into my throbbing dick and started to gently nudge his pucker. To my amazement my cockhead slipped past the guard of his ring and I had to fight back the urge to plunge all the way into that meaty mound.

‘Do you got any stuff?’ he asked. His voice sounded strange.


Quick as a flash I found my lube and eased a dollop of it into his chute. The feel of his warm, tight ring around my finger was just amazing and as my finger sank deeper into the furnace depths of his interior my hungry cock twitched in anticipation. Koos begged me to let him have it and who was I to withhold from him the thing that he wanted most in the world right then. My cockhead was engulfed by his warm chute as I buried my shaft as deeply, and as slowly as I could. It was my turn to sigh and moan as the big man’s creamy ass swallowed all of the inches I had to give him. He had his hands on his knees and his butt stuck up in the air and I realized that it couldn’t have been a very comfortable position so I gave in to my urge to spew. Grabbing hold of his hips I thrust and pistoned like there was no tomorrow. This was not about technique; I simply had to bust a nut before my jism started coming out of my ears.


My cock was on fire; my balls had just about disappeared into my body. My head swam from the sight of his broad back and big butt below me as I pounded him deep. And somehow he managed to draw pleasure from my urgency; the way he started pushing that big butt back at me and milking my hungry rod left me in no doubt. He mumbled something in Afrikaans; I didn’t need a dictionary to know that he wanted my nut juice. That was the final trigger that opened the floodgates; I bellowed as orgasm tore through me like jagged glass in my veins. My knees buckled and my eyelids screwed up as the first heavy blast of jism shot out of my cock and deep into Koos’ bountiful booty. I whimpered as each spasm worked its way through my over stimulated body. It felt like minutes but of course it had lasted mere seconds.


I lay panting on Koos’ broad back until I got my breath back and eased my softening cock out of his used asshole.

Daniel Blue to be continued

 

[ShihTzuTylenol]

Re: World Cup Whackoff - Part 2

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
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ZZZZZZZZ!
(takes a breath)
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
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Is this is where the vuvuzela came from?


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[ShihTzuTylenol]

Re: World Cup Whackoff - Part 2

But seriously, all kidding aside, nice job Daniel! Very articulate and and full of juicy details, I look forward to reading more of your escapades.

I'm wondering if Koos might have a vuvuzela out in his truck that they could use as a "toy"?

 

[Autolycus]

Re: World Cup Whackoff - Part 2

You don;t need a vuvuzela to get one hell of a buzz - just read Daniel's story and get as much of a buzz as yu can take!

If there were a World Cup for stories - this one has to be in the final!

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

 

[writerman45]

World Cup Whackoff - Part 3

Koos got up from the rumpled bed and asked if he could take a shower. I told him to go ahead and he asked me to join him. How could I refuse?


When I stepped into the shower he hugged me real close and kissed me deeply. This poor handsome, rugged man was starved of love; that much was plain. I almost wished that I didn’t have to get on a plane in a few weeks time. I could just imagine the two of us rambling about in his big farm house and fucking our brains out whenever lust grabbed hold of our groins.

‘How long will you be staying here?’ Koos asked.

‘We’ve got a hotel booked in Sandton for the sixteenth.’ I told him.

‘So maybe I get to see you again?’ Koos asked.

‘Oh, I think we can arrange that.’ I replied.


He smiled and then took the soap in his big paws and worked up a lather which he now started to smear all over my torso.

‘You’re beautiful.’ he whispered.

‘Nowhere near as hot as you.’ I corrected him.


He continued lathering me up and soon my cock had stirred from its rest. His big, soapy hands slid over my cock and balls and soon I was fully hard. He moved up my flat stomach and then higher until he teased lightly across my nipples; when I responded with a groan he started to tweak them between thumb and forefinger and I was suspended somewhere between pain and pleasure because my little nubs are so hyper sensitive. He could read me like an open book; just as I was about to ask him to let go of my nipples his hands moved away and started massaging my shoulders. I looked down and saw his thick hard cock jutting out of the jungle of fur in his crotch. The spear head looked red and angry and I could just imagine that hungry dick slicing me in two.

Koos stepped closer to me and slid his fat cock between my legs, just under my balls. Instinctively I pressed my thighs closer together providing him with a tight, slippery place to stroke off in.

‘Ohhh fuck, that’s so good.’ He moaned in my ear as he stroked.


I cupped my hands around his massive man mound and felt his power as he pumped and humped and stroked. He was nibbling my ear lobe now, making twice as horny and my hard dick was pressed up against his furry belly in the most wonderful way. The feel of his soaped up sex stick sliding between my thighs was out of this world. His hot tongue darting in and out of my ear was just amazing and I was so turned on that I felt real close to blasting a second shot of sticky seed. This man was hot, hot, hot! How any wife could not want him, I could not understand. I squeezed his big, beefy cheeks even harder now, willing him to cum but he had other ideas. He pulled away from me and took the shower head off its stand. Selecting a very fine spray he started spaying up the underside of my balls. I just about jumped out of my skin! The sensation of what felt like millions of tiny tongues licking my sensitive lobes was almost too much to bear. And when he told me to turn around and started spaying my crack I couldn’t take any more and begged him to give to me in the ass.


Koos went back into the bedroom to get the lube and when he stepped back into the shower I directed the fine jet at his balls, the way he had done to me. He groaned out loud as his big balls were massaged by the pulsing jets of warm water; he had so much more surface area to present to the shower jets that I figured he must be experiencing double the pleasure I had. But all too soon he took the shower head from my hand and placed it back in the stand. Now he pushed me up against the tiled wall and spread my cheeks and his hungry tongue darted past my defenses. His big hands held by cup cakes wide apart as he greedily ate me out. I thought I had made a pig of myself when I had snuffled around in his big butt earlier but that was nothing compared to how he feasted on my hole. I reached down and stroked my horny cock as the sensations that he was creating in my ass spread out to every single nerve in body. As desperate as I was to receive him in my ass I didn’t want this amazing butt munching to end.


Just when I thought I might lose my load his tongue withdrew and I felt him lube me up. He was breathing real heavy now and I steeled myself for a savage buggering. I was not wrong. He entered me with one swift, painful stab. I bit my bottom lip to stop myself from hollering in protest. As soon as he was buried to the max he began to pump that big butt of his, grinding his cock in and out of my still protesting hole. He was mumbling and groaning and I’d never heard anything so horny before. He was an animal. Lust had longing had bound him up so completely that I felt he had even forgotten that I was there. I was just a hole to be used and he was damn well going to use it.


I steadied myself against the wall and tried to concentrate of bringing him off as quickly as possible before he did me some lasting damage. Clamping my ring as tightly as I could I started milking that fat hog buried deep in my ass.

‘Oh fuck yes!’ he cried out.

Hearing the big guy so horned up was a real turn on and I forgot about wanting him out of my ass; now I wanted to please him even more before. I wanted to hear him moan and groan again like that. So I squeezed and clamped and milked and in the process all of the discomfort I had felt melted away. Now I simply felt pleasure as that thick ram rod battered my butthole. He was pumping loads of air into my relaxed hole now and I wished I could capture the sound to listen to later. We were two sexual beasts locked together now; the big bull was in the process of breeding me, covering me the way he would a female. His cock and my ass had found each other, out of millions of possible combinations, and they knew it would never again be this good. He pulled that rampant dick of his all the way out of my ass and my hole puckered in protest at the loss before he rammed it back home. I sighed in contentment as I was once more filled by his girth and the hot slickness of his fantastic fuck flesh.


He bit the back of my neck, the way a male lion would grab a lioness. That big fat cock of his punched its way into my guts but I was so horny and slicked up that he felt as if he were gliding on rails. Every single nerve in my body was tingling and begging for release and now I pushed back against him and started to pound my cock. I looked down at the flared red knob as I fisted; it looked like it might split through its own skin.

‘Ooh cum for me, come for me…’ he whimpered.

It didn’t take me long. Less than a hundred strokes brought me to the precipice, encouraged by his ragged breathing and the excitement I could sense in his stroking. I clamped my ass down hard on his thick sausage and saw stars as I started to spew. My horny groan seemed to trigger him off because he grabbed hold of my hips and thrust up into me such force that he about lifted me off my feet and then I heard his bull like bellow as those monster nuts flooded my ass with his love juice.


When at last his softening cock slipped out of my ass we cleaned up and then shared a long, tender hug before he had to say good bye and go back to his wife.

By Daniel Blue
(to be continued)

 

[writerman45]

World Cup Whacoff - Part 4

I was a little sad as we drove away from Rustenburg as I had had some happy fucks there but it was always exciting to be on the road again. My four buddies had a couple of six packs of Castle lager between them as I was driving and they were as boisterous as a pack of spring break dudes.


There had been no further interaction between me and the guys after the night of the first game. They didn’t bring it up and neither did I. I wouldn’t say there was a tension between us, just an understanding that sometimes things happen and it is best not to talk about it. But as I drove along I got the feeling that the temperature inside the vehicle was starting to rise and that had nothing to do with the weather.


‘Hey Dan, can you stop somewhere?’ Phil asked. ‘I gotta take a piss.’
‘Yeah. Me too.’ Andy chirped in. ‘Find somewhere nice and private.’

I could feel a stirring of excitement as I starting looking for a place to pull over and when I spotted a clump of trees near the road I stopped. The guys all spilled out of the vehicle and headed for the trees. I hung back.

‘Ain’t you coming, Dan?’ Nick asked.


Because it was Nick doing the asking I knew things would be okay between me and my straight buddies. When we got up in the trees I looked back to check that we couldn’t be seen but the guys didn’t care; they already had their dicks out and were spraying their massive piss streams over the dry grass.

‘I bet you’d like us to piss on you.’ Andy said.

I gulped. I felt my cock lurch in my jeans. Sadly it was one fantasy that would have to wait until another time. It might have been fun having their warm, wet piss soak my shirt but it wouldn’t be very comfortable or pleasant driving like that. I saw that the guys were checking each other out as they pissed and tugged on their cocks.


‘Which one of us do you think has the nicest cock?’ Steve asked.

‘They’re all equally beautiful.’ I lied.

‘Is the right answer.’ Steve said, then added ‘Why don’t you come over here and show me how much you like mine?’

I went over to Steve and watched him shake off the last few drops and then I got down in the dirt and took his soft cock into my mouth. A salty tang slid across my tongue as I started to work my magic on his slumbering serpent.

‘Ooh, that’s nice.’ He sighed.


I wanted all he had to give and undid his fly button and unzipped his jeans and tugged them down to his knees. His cock had been sticking out through his boxer shorts and I had to briefly come off it to slide those down to his knees too. The three other guys gathered around, still tugging on the cocks that stuck out of their flies. Now I was free to stroke Steve’s thighs and play with his warm balls as I took him right down into the back of my throat so that my nose was buried in his fragrant pubic hair.

‘Hot damn! Would you look at that?’ Andy gasped.


He didn’t know that after Nick, Steve was my next favorite. I cupped my hands around his firm, smooth cheeks and let him face fuck me while all around me were the sounds of guys being turned on by watching other people have sex. Steve was incredibly gentle and the way he cupped my head in his hands made me feel like he might have had some tender feelings towards me. I thought in a situation like that he would have just used me but there was such a sweetness and tenderness about the way he was face fucking me that I was quite touched.

‘Hurry up, dude.’ Andy chided. ‘We need to bust a nut too, you know.’


Right on cue Steve groaned out loud and unloaded in my mouth just as he started pulling back so that I got the full hit of his tasty nut juice. I was still licking my lips and savoring his taste when Andy stepped up to me and forced his choked turkey of a cock into my mouth. Suddenly I felt an overwhelming desire to humiliate him and I thought I had the perfect plan. I made him strip right out of his pants and underpants. He had protested at first but I was adamant that he would not get blown if he didn’t. Once he was naked I bent him over a fallen tree and started butt licking him. He made a feeble attempt at protest but soon he was lost in pleasure as my hot tongue bored into him. I was using all of the skills I had built up in service of buttflesh while my hands teased across his thighs and balls and it was having the desired effect. Soon Andy was moaning and groaning like a slut in heat and when I brought my face out of his crack and eased my little finger into his ass he didn’t even stir. I could feel his pucker clamping down on my finger and I was now so horned up that I knew I had to be inside his tight chute.


When Nick had asked if I was coming up to the trees with them I had quickly grabbed my handy travel sized bottle of lube and stuffed it in my pocket. I hauled it out now and you should have seen the look on the guys faces as they realized what I was up to. I squeezed out a large gloop of lube and let it fall dead centre into Andy’s pretty pink pucker. I rubbed the cooling gel over his overheated flesh and then gently began to ease my fore finger into his ass. His hot, tight virgin ass felt absolutely amazing wound around my finger like a silken ribbon. I eased my fuck-finger back out and forced some lube up Andy’s ass and soon his ass was taking my finger like it was born to it. I rubbed his balls and his butt cheeks with my left hand as my right hand sought out the warmth of his assguts. My cock was on fire with the desire to be buried up that hot bung hole but I knew Andy wasn’t quite ready to receive me.


I asked Nick to help me out fingering Andy’s hole while I stripped off.

‘Don’t go getting no big ideas,’ Andy tried to talk tough ‘a finger is fine but no more than that.’

I knew he was trying to deny what he really wanted. Once I was naked I went over and started stroking his back while Nick continued to work Andy’s hole. I nibbled his earlobes and whispered in his ear that I wanted to fuck him. He blushed but didn’t say anything so I started teasing his nipples and stroking down his belly to his hard cock.

‘Oh, that’s it. Make me cum!’ he demanded.


But I decided that the only one who was going to cum was going to be me. I whispered once more in Andy’s ear that I was going to fuck him and told him what to do to make it easier to take his first cock. Then I let go of his cock and lubed up my hungry cock.

‘Andy’s gonna get it good!’ Steve gasped.

He was certainly right. Nick eased his finger out of Andy’s ass and I started rubbing my cock up and down Andy’s warm crack, teasing over his lubed up bunghole and causing loads of precum to drool out of my hungry dick. His slicked up pucker was so relaxed now that the soft, succulent lips almost seemed to be grasping my cockhead as it rode its sensual glide over them.

‘This…this…this aint right.’ Andy mumbled.


It was completely right. His asshole wanted my cock, that much was clear. With just the gentlest of nudges my cockhead slipped past his guard I experienced the furnace heat of his guts. My cock met absolutely no resistance as I slid all the way home. I remember looking up at the blue sky and hearing birds singing nearby and think life didn’t get much better than this.

‘Man, would you look at that.’ Phil gasped.


It was all a little too much for Nick. He came up behind me and grabbed and handful of my bubble butt and started squeezing it as he directed me on how to fuck Andy’s hole. I wanted to laugh out loud; you’d think he was making some cheap porn movie the way he kept barking out those sleazy instructions.

‘Nick, would you shut your mouth and fuck my ass.’ I growled.

The beefy stud lost no time in lubing me up and I about lost it when I felt the first contact of his warm, spongy cockhead against my gelled up asshole. And then the slender spear of his cock head worked its magic allowing his fat cock shaft to follow on behind. I was soon lost in ecstasy, with my cock buried deep in Andy’s warm assguts and Nick’s chunky dick slicing me in two as he pounded into my ass. I could see Phil and Steve milking their cocks for all they were worth and pretty soon Phil grunted and shot a massive load across Andy’s back. I rubbed the still warm gloop into Andy’s back and grooved on the bleach like smell of fresh sperm as I encouraged Steve to shoot his second load. He was real close and the sounds and sight of the threesome that I was in, combined with my lustful encouragement, soon worked and he gushed out another geyser of joy juice onto Andy’s back.


I smeared my hand through Steve’s mess and started licking my fingers as I felt my orgasm start to build. Steve pinched my left nipple causing me almost unbearable anguish as my asshole spasmed around Nick’s big cock and my balls let loose a massive round of manjuice that I was convinced would be dripping out of Andy’s ears in a moment. Seconds later the big guy behind me groaned out loud and lunged one last time into the depths of me and spewed his molten man lava into my guts.


I could feel Nick’s heavy load drip down my tight balls as he withdrew and I grabbed Andy’s shirt and cleaned my ass off on it before cleaning Andy’s leaking ass. I asked him if he wanted his shirt back.

‘Damn, no way am I wearing that skanky shirt ever again.’ he protested and the other guys all laughed.

When he stopped seething he saw the funny side of things and by the time we got to Joburg he was positively boasting about the fact that he had been the first of the straight gang to successfully take it up the chute. It was almost like a badge of courage, and as I listened to the guys I made a mental note that Nick was the next stud that needed to be initiated. Now that would make for fireworks. I had no idea where we would be on the July 4th but if I could dip my wick in Nick’s beefy butt that would definitely blow my mind.

By Daniel Blue
(to be continued)

 

[62624rd]

Re: World Cup Whacoff - Part 4

Wow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

[DonQuixote]

Re: World Cup Whackoff - Part 2

Writerman,

Thanks for the continuation - that farmer sounds finger lickin' good!

 

[DonQuixote]

Re: World Cup Whacoff - Part 5

Daniel aka Writerman,
Another HOT installment.

The "straight" boys needed some pipe cleaning - and some pipe lubricating, lol

You tell the tale so well.

 

[writerman45]

Re: World Cup Whackoff - Part 5

The day after we checked into the hotel in Sandton the guys had made themselves scarce. I think they were once more embarrassed about how out of hands things had got on the roadside when I ended up being sandwiched between Andy and Nick while Steve and Phil jerked themselves crazy at the sight of us fucking.


I was beginning to see a pattern to their behavior now so I left them alone and went off to have a look around a shopping mall. It looked like a very up market area and just as I was beginning to despair that I would meet anyone interesting a guy started chatting to me as I did some window shopping. I looked over and almost had a heart attack. I don’t quite know how to describe this man. He was somewhere in his late twenties with a golden-bronze skin tone and a mane of curly jet-black hair. His eyes were hazel colored and his lips full, shapely and ripe for a delicious kiss. He looked like some kind of retro hippie dude with faded jeans, a see thru top that looked more like a blouse than a shirt and loads of bead necklaces, bangles and wristbands. He was very slim and had a panther like grace as he took off his shades and tossed back his mane of hair away from that gorgeous face. He was pretty, but in a strangely rugged way and everything about him reeked of sex appeal and yet he was far from my usual type. A quick scan revealed almost no butt to speak of but boy he was pushing every other button.


I could feel my heart thumping as we chatted, about nothing in particular. We were feeling each other out, deciding if we were playing the same game or not. My mouth felt sandpaper dry as I asked him if he would like to have a meal. My lust soared into full flight as he eagerly accepted my offer and we found a table at restaurant he suggested. I was game to follow where he led; if he had suggested a quick fuck in the john I would have had my jeans down around my ankles and butt up in the air in an instant. The fact that he wanted to draw out this ritual too made it all the more enjoyable for me.

‘The name’s Manuel.’ he told me ‘but everyone calls me Manny.’

I smiled as I tried to square his delicious almost feminine looks with the image I imagined when I thought of the name Manny. He told me that he had been born in Maputo, in Mozambique and that his family was a mix of African and Portuguese on one side and Indian and Chinese on the other. I gave praise to the magical melting pot that had produced such a striking man. He was graceful, cultured and interesting and I could have happily stayed in his company until the cows came home but all too soon we had finished the meal and another kind of hunger stirred within us.

‘Would you like to come and have some coffee back at my flat?’ he asked as we paid the bill. ‘It’s not too far away.’


I think I would have driven to Cape Town just to have coffee back at his place. I knew, from the tone of his voice, that he was offering more than just coffee and I’m sure he realized that I wanted a lot more than just coffee. Oh yes, I needed the cream to go with it! I left my vehicle at the mall and rode with Manny; he was a really lousy driver and I was pleased that it was only a short drive. He proudly showed me around his apartment, or ‘flat’ as he called it; it was very tidy and a little Spartan but I noticed that he had a king sized bed. I could just imagine the host of men that made their way into and out of it. And, with luck on my side, I was going to be one of them!


‘Now, should we have that coffee before or after?’ he asked me.

‘Definitely after!’ I replied.

‘A man after my own heart.’ He purred.

He came up to me and wrapped his slender arms around me. He felt as light and as delicate as a feather boa in my arms. I was almost afraid that in my desperate hunger and eagerness I might crush his bones. His warm lips sought out mine and we stood in the middle of the living room and shared our first kiss while our cocks crushed against each other through the fabric of our jeans. I could feel that he had been blessed with a large one and I felt dizzy with lust and excitement. He was the sweetest kisser you could hope to meet and I almost forgot about my hungry cock for a moment or two as I surrendered to his magical kiss. I almost felt as if I had known him a lifetime and that perhaps we were reunited after a period of separation, that’s how tender and loving and sensual his kiss was. My head swam as I surrendered further and further and it was only his fingers tugging on my fly button that brought me back into the room with cock thumping attention.


Manny soon had my jeans and underpants down to my ankles. He made me step out of them and complimented me on my cock. I felt like I was the most attractive man in the world right about then and when he took my hard dick in his hands and started stroking it with a feather light touch my knees just about gave way on me. He held the base of my straining cock in his left hand and very, very gently stroked the cockhead with his right hand. It had been a long time since the nerve endings in my cock had felt so over stimulated and I begged him to take me into his mouth. He looked up at me then and what he said to me about broke my heart.

‘Sorry,’ he said ‘I don’t suck or fuck. I only like to play.’


I couldn’t believe that lady luck could be so cruel to me. She had delivered to me the most exquisite, exotic looking man that the whole of South Africa had to offer but he didn’t fuck! Damn. And neither did he suck. What rotten luck. I didn’t know what to say so I meekly followed him into the bedroom when he suggested we go there. I watched him disrobe; it was like watching a strip tease routine and it just made me even hornier than before; all of the necklaces and bracelets came off before Manny stripped off his jeans. The material of his underpants was stretched tight across his left thigh and what it concealed was beckoning me. I knelt before him and traced my fingers along the pulsing length of his shaft and over the sensitive cock head. He moaned in appreciation and I gently nibbled his cockhead through the thin material. After nuzzling on his nub for a while I was so horned up I just had to have him. I quickly yanked his underpants down to his ankles and gobbled up his cock.


He might not have liked to suck but he sure as hell liked being sucked! His long, thin fingers dug into my shoulders as I eagerly pleasured his knob. I let a hand stray up into his crack but quickly moved it away. My volcanic lust was rising and threatening to vent and blow the mountain apart. If I couldn’t fuck him then I damn well needed that long, curved cock of his buried deep in my hole. I came off him and begged him to fuck me. But he meant what he said: he didn’t fuck or get fucked.

‘Come lie down on the bed,’ he told me ‘and I will show you some African magic’

I lay down, with my throbbing cock pointed directly northwards. I could see a string of precum drooling its way down my shaft. I couldn’t imagine what he thought he had to show me: a wank, well I’d had one of those before; a massage, I wasn’t in the mood right then. I just need some hot deep drilling to cool my ardor. But then Manny straddled me with my overheated cock just resting against the underside of his balls. He leaned forward and let his long hair fall across my torso and the slowly drew his head backwards. An involuntary groan escaped my lips as his satiny smooth hair tickled my skin. Over and over he repeated this process and I really had to fight the temptation to grab a hold of his skinny hips and nail his ass. Perhaps he realized what I was thinking because he lay down on me now and started undulating his slender body over mine like a slinky serpent and I was soon thrashing about in the most amazing ecstasy.


His skin was so incredibly smooth. It was like having silk, satin and velvet gently drawn over you all at the same time. Contrasting with that soft seductiveness was the hard crush of his big cock sliding over mine and poking into my balls and belly. I longed to throw my legs up in the air and feel him glide inside.

‘Please, please, Manny…’ I begged. ‘Fuck me, just fuck my hole.’

‘Ssssh’ he whispered back in my ear.

He carried slithering over me and getting me so sexed up I could hardly breathe. My cock felt like it was leaking gallons of precum and I could tell that his was too. My hands clutched him close, straying down to his little butt that sadly wasn’t even enough for a handful. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist but he refused to take the bait. My poor little wrinkled walnut went unused and unloved as his cock slid over my balls and cock and he whispered sweet nothings in my ear.

‘Please, baby, please.’ I tried again.

But in reply he just told me that he was real close and he wanted to feel my juice splashing up against him too. How could I refuse such a request? I surrendered to his silken glide and listened to the most amazingly horny sound of a man approaching orgasm. My own cock and balls were stimulated beyond endurance and just as he started spewing his hot jism my cock suddenly erupted and pumped a spray of thick spunk between our bellies. Our massive loads lubricated the space between and I felt like he might glide right over me and sail out of the window. I had never known anything so hot. My oversensitive cockhead seemed to go into melt down as I bellowed in response to the second blast of nut juice shooting out if of it to be followed by a third, fourth and fifth. It felt as if I had lost consciousness for a second or two, to be revived by the sensation of Manny gently bring out rub session to an end.


We cuddled and talked for half and hour while the smell of sex lingered in the air. Then it was time for me to get dressed and have Manny drive me back to the mall. It was time to go check on my buddies. Tomorrow they would be going off to watch the game against Slovenia while I would be exploring once more the delicious delights of the host country’s hot men. This rainbow nation was definitely beginning to rub off on me.

Daniel Blue

 

[writerman45]

Re: World Cup Whackoff -Part Six

The day the guys went off to watch the match versus Slovenia I called Koos and he drove all the way to Rustenburg to see me. I was real thrilled about that and we had a meal and caught up with each others news and then afterwards we went back to my room and made love. I really was beginning to get addicted to creaming off in his big, beefy butt and I was real sad to have to say goodbye to him again.


However, when I saw that the match had ended in a draw I became really excited. I remembered how fired up the guys had been the last time the team played and didn’t lose. I sure was hoping for more of the same. I was not to be disappointed. They were tanked up by the time they got back and I could hear them long before they knocked on my door and spilled into my room.

‘Yeah baby; two, two!’ Andy called out as he punched the air.

‘Are you ready for some action?’ Phil asked. ‘You gotta help us get rid of all this excess adrenaline.’


I told them that I would be more than happy to but was really surprised when Phil came and kneeled in front of me and fished my cock out of my jeans. He was rubbish at giving a blowjob but I was really turned on to see this handsome straight stud down on his knees with my cock in his mouth. His large hands were roaming up my thighs and squeezing my butt and I knew that was what he really wanted so I undid my jeans and stepped out of them and lay down on the bed and told him where the lube was. In a flash he was naked and his eager finger was roughly penetrating my hole. Two or three strokes later he withdrew his finger and I felt his big, hard cock start to bite into my asshole. I wriggled about underneath him, making myself comfortable on his cock and we soon found a rhythm that suited us both.


Phil was a surprisingly good fuck and he varied his pace and thrust and gave my asshole a really good workout. After my hot session with the big Afrikaans bear earlier that afternoon I didn’t need to cum again so all I had to do was lay there and groove on his deliciously hard and hungry cock as it stroked the pleasure receptors deep within me. I felt comfortable, happy and relaxed and the guys were having a really good time cheering Phil on and telling him to hurry up so they could have a go.

‘Make sure to get that hole good and spunked up,’ Andy said ‘so that it’s all lubed up for me when I slide inside.’

And Phil kept pounding, stroking, slipping and sliding. Sometime he pulled his wanger all the way out before punching back in and other times he fucked so gently and tenderly that it felt like we were two old lovers celebrating another year together. And as much as I loved his style and thrust I was aware that there were three other hungry guys in the room and my poor old butt might not have been able to take such an extended session from all of them. So I took control; I clamped down hard on his invading spear and I heard him gasp. And then I started milking his cock and soon he mumbling and cussing and then his horny groan filled the room as he surrendered to the vice like grip of my ring on his shaft and spewed his man cream deep into my guts.


As soon as Phil’s cock left my ass it was replaced by Andy’s. I don’t know if he was trying to punish me for taking his ass cherry but from the moment he was in he kept up a brutal assault on my ass, accompanied by all the obligatory porn speak. It would have been funny if I wasn’t so hopping mad but after milking his rod the way I did Phil he grunted one last time and blew his wad. Nick came and knelt by my side and asked if I was alright and I assured him that I was fine. I could feel Steve rubbing my cheeks and then heard Andy and Phil gushing about my cream pie when Steve spread my cheeks apart. And then I felt Steve start to slip into me and I welcomed him. He fucked me very gently, which was just what I needed and soon my cock was hard but I resisted the urge to do anything with it. I just wanted to lie there and hear Steve’s heavy breathing in my ear and feel his skin slide over mine as he stroked me into ecstasy. However, I hadn’t counted on Steve being such a good cocksman. I’m guessing that he was experienced in having anal sex with girls because he certainly knew just what to do to turn me on. Unlike the pig Andy who only took pleasure Steve made sure to give it too. I was becoming more and more aroused and my asshole felt so loose and relaxed that I was tempted to try something I hadn’t done in a long time.


I told Steve that we needed to change positions and that I wanted him flat on his back. He eagerly obeyed and I quickly straddled him and guided his slicked up cock back into my chute and then turned to Nick and asked him to DP me. There was a gasp or two and Nick asked me if I was sure about this. I assured him that I was and soon I felt his big cock stretching me to the max. This was pleasure, pain, discomfort and absurdity rolled into one but feeling those two hard dicks thrusting against each other and into me was just amazing. I looked down at Steve’s handsome face and he was lost in pleasure. I could just imagine the look on Nick’s face and excitable Andy was just about popping his cock at the sight of his buddies’ cocks stretching my hole. I was as proud as punch that I had had all four of my buds up my bunghole now and that I had even accommodated both Nick’s thick truncheon and Steve’s not insubstantial dick at the same time. The three of us were locked together in pleasure as I was rocked between their throbbing tools. My own cock had reawakened and was demanding release as the man meat that filled by ass pushed a button that sent pleasure pulsing all through my body but especially into my cock.


Steve and Nick were competing against each other now, each trying to pleasure me more than the other and both as noisy as a pig at a trough. Their little grunts, groans and moans filled the air as they stroked off inside me. I could imagine how it good it felt for them to have their cum-coated cocks rubbing against each other while encased in a warm, moist sleeve of love. My cock was bobbing about, demanding attention and I grabbed it now and started fisting furiously because I could hear that the two studs were close. My ass and cock felt as if they were directly connected and each thrust seemed to drive their hard cocks up into my own straining dick; it was a weird sensation but I welcomed it. My hand flew faster and faster over my rigid member and I could tell that the guys were fixing to blow so I stroked faster yet. The soles of my feet tingled and I could feel my eyelids screwing up as I threw back my head in surrender and my chunky load shot out of my overheated cock. Seconds later Nick’s groan told me he was there and I guess the feel of his buddy blowing off in my ass got to Steve because he moaned so loud and thrust so savagely that I was afraid the hotel staff would be knocking on the door. But it did the trick because I could see by the look on his face that his balls had erupted and sent a geyser of red hot jizz shooting up inside my tired chute.


I rubbed my thick cum into Steve’s furry chest and then felt Nick dislodge his thick club from my ass. I climbed off Steve’s cock and told the guys that I needed to go soak a while in the tub so they all got dressed and said goodnight with the exception of Nick, who said that he wanted to stay and make sure that I was okay. He climbed into the tub and cradled me in his arms and I have to tell you that being held by him was one of the most enjoyable pleasures that life could offer you. Viva the World Cup!

(to be continued)
Daniel Blue

 

[Autolycus]

Viva the World Cup!