Date: Fri, 28 May 1999 08:51:37 PDT From: Horatio Nimier Subject: SOUTHERN HOSPITALITY This post contains explicit descriptions of sex between consenting adults. Much of it portrays homosexual actions and lifestyle. If homosexuality, sexually explicit language, or swearing offends you, or if reading material that contains these violates any law or personal or religious beliefs you must exit now without proceeding further. If you're under 18 years old you may not read it either because it is against the law. I regret this because I was once a randy teenager and I feel somewhat two-faced in helping to enforce the law. Hopefully, one day, censorship may disappear along with other vestiges of Big Brother and Mother Grundy. Please remember, the early 80's were different from the present time. Unprotected sex with people whom you don't know well is, like, dangerous and stupid. This story is pure fiction. If you want to know more about Piet and John go to the "College" section of Nifty and let John Matthews seduce your mind with his series "South African Love". Thanks, John -- I hope I can experience a Southern Hemisphere beach with you. The stories are dedicated to the memory of my friend, Kerry. SOUTHERN HOSPITALITY ===================== A cool wind was gusting off the Atlantic and I pulled the collar of my leather jacket up as I left the CentIns building and headed down to the coffee shop. One didn't have to be a cafephile to have reached the conclusion that the coffee served at CentIns in Charleston was like making love in a canoe: it was fucking close to water. At first I had abstained completely, but the cold turkey had wrought a character change in me and so I had surrendered to the demands of my craving and the pleas of my colleagues, prostituted my taste buds and used the instant coffee that Colin bought for me. I survived thus for a couple of weeks and then, by accident, had discovered this little coffee shop. They had perfect coffee -- strong enough to fell an elephant at twenty paces. Now 10am on most mornings found me seated there with a manual or a system dump, working while I pandered to the caffeine addiction of my nervous system. I reached the door and the smell of coffee and warm pastries came out to give me a welcome embrace and escort me off the street. Perry, the rather cute waiter waved at me as I put my four-inch stack of computer paper down on a table and pulled my yellow IBM reference card and a pencil out of my back pocket. I draped my jacket over the back of my chair, settled down and was opening up the sheets of paper when he arrived with my standard cup of kick-in-the-ass coffee. "Hey, Perry! You still straight?" I asked smiling. "Yeah, Chris. You'll be the first to know if I change!" He was a nice guy with a neat sense of humor. We passed the time of day and then I settled down tracing the cause of an operation exception from the dump. I didn't pay much attention to what was going on around me -- working in a computer room you soon get used to switching off noise and activity -- but my subconscious brain was busy sifting through the babble, and it was only when it had decoded and identified some long-forgotten accents and sent an alert to its conscious partner that I looked up. The accents came from two guys seated at the next table. I scanned them briefly then returned my eyes to my papers, but my mind was analyzing the gathered data. The cameras and map gave them away as tourists -- hey, Charleston's a pretty city and we'd got used to the visitors. Shit, after three weeks there we already considered ourselves locals. But what my ear had picked up was their language -- either Flemish or Afrikaans. I'd spent almost my entire high school years in Plano doing sexual self-discovery with two South African twin brothers, and now I strained to pick up the clues of the language. "Glo my," the blond guy said, "hy is `n mof." "Hoe kan jy so seker wees?" his dark haired companion asked. It was Afrikaans, but spoken with the innuendo of a strange accent. `Believe me, he's a gay.' `How can you be so sure?' Who were they talking about? I raised my eyes and scanned the room feigning deep thought. They were both looking my way, but I passed over them without letting my eyes make contact. Were they discussing me ? I was kinda startled at first, but then my sense of humor kicked in and my devious mind recognized that this scenario had the potential for some innocent merriment. Their conversation continued in Afrikaans and my brain paged in long unused words from its memory as it struggled to translate them. "It's just something about him. I know it inside me." I understood from the blond guy. "You've picked up your father's skills. You'll be following his footsteps into boss." What the fuck was boss? I must have misheard. I pretended to concentrate on my papers, but my ears homed in on their conversation. "As jy my nie glo nie…" I started translating again. "If you don't believe me go ask him?" The blond guy said. Another feigned tilt back of my head as though I was doing mental calculations. They were smiling at each other. Oh, yes. I knew that wicked smile. These two, the blond guy maybe seven, ten years younger than the dark haired guy with the accent, were indeed lovers. "Ja! En hy sal my gat duur my mond trek!" I nearly burst out laughing "Right! And he'll pull my ass through my mouth." I bit my lip to keep my face deadpan as I continued to listen and translate. The blond guy laughed. "Jou papbroek" "You chicken! No wonder you like Australian Rules football -- you're a pansy. You're too frightened to play a man's game like rugby." "Fuck you!" exasperated by the insult, the dark haired guy broke into English. "You've got to be fast and clever to play Australian Rules Football." He spoke English extremely well, which explained the tinge of an accent in his Afrikaans. "Fast and clever and Australian? My ass, that's an oxymoron," the blond guy laughed. I was beginning to warm to these two: their conversation was similar to the banter that went on continually between Colin and me. In both languages they argued on about the virtues of their two sports and, only slightly interested, I managed to get a bit more work done. Eventually my ear detected a pause. I didn't dare look up but pretended to be engrossed in my work. I had to zing these two -- the gods had delivered their heads to me on a plate. They had no idea that anyone here could understand what they were saying. "En? Sal jy die kerel vra?" "So? You going to ask the guy?" "Go shit!" "Bangbroek!" Oh, this was getting good. Calling the guy a scaredy-cat, just like little kids do. "If you're so brave why don't you do it?" the dark haired guy parried. Shit, I thought, it's true: guys really don't grow up. I could just see Colin and me doing this. "If my English were better I would." "Engels se gat…" "English, my ass! Your English is as good as mine." I smiled to myself. "I would do it." "Let's see, then. I dare you." Finally the gauntlet had been flung down. There was a pause and I heard a chair pushed back. The blond guy stood up and came over to my table. I looked up with the sternest, straightest face I could muster. "Excuse me, sir!" The gentle South African accent took me back to high school. "Yeah," I replied with feigned impatience. I noticed the dark haired guy leaning back in his chair grinning. It took all my self-control to keep a poker face. At the last second, facing my unsympathetic demeanor, his nerve failed him. "Er…may I have some of your sugar?" he blurted out pointing at the condiment rack. "Excuse me?" I asked as though he had committed some social gaffe. Squirm, buddy! That's punishment for discussing me! "Er…we're out of sugar. Can I take some of yours?" "Oh! Sure. Take it." "Thanks a lot, sir." He picked up a few of the little packets and as he turned away I added, "I thought for a moment you were going to ask me if I were gay." The sugar dropped from his fingers to the floor as he spun round to face me and his fair skinned face turned crimson. His friend burst out laughing. "Jou blikskottel!" The blond guy said, "Jy verstaan Afrikaans?" "You understand Afrikaans?" I stuck to English, not wanting my victory to be besmirched by my lingual inadequacies. "I understand a little. I had some South African buddies at school." "I hope they fucked your arse!" he laughed ruefully. "No…not quite. I did get a lot of South African protein into me though!" I stood up and stretched out my hand. "Hi, I'm Chris." "I'm Piet de Vries. Pleased to know you." We shook and the dark haired guy came across with his hand outstretched. "Hi, I'm John Matthews." "Hi, John. Chris Lawrence." I took stock of the good looking guy, his tanned skin setting off his black tank top with the bold dark blue, yellow and red stripes which hugged his chest. `Those nipples standing up, John?' I thought to myself, but my mouth remembered its manners and instead asked, "Hey! Can I buy you guys another cup of coffee ?" "Yeah, mate, I think that's the least you can do for eavesdropping." "Not all Americans are dumb," I laughed. "Some of us are gay." I walked over to the counter. "Three more cups of coffee, please, bud." Perry pulled a mock serious face and leaned across to whisper in my ear. "Hey, homo, this is a respectable establishment, you can't go picking up guys here." "Hey, I'm just being nice to tourists." "Yeah, right!" He gave me a knowing smile. "So! Three more cups of coffee, OK?" "Sure thing, Chris. Coming right up." "Thanks. Maybe today I'll remember to tip you." He grinned and turned away to get our coffee. I walked back to my table, packed all my shit together and joined John and Piet at their table. "So, what you guys doing here?" "We had to come do about six weeks study at a college in the States for a thesis John's working on. We're driving down to Miami for the flight back. "Cool. So how long you in Charleston for ?" "Probably two nights. We want to go out to Fort Sumter. See where the Civil War started. And tomorrow go out to the Yorktown: I've never seen an aircraft carrier up close." I luxuriated in Piet's accent. Many a night at high school had I slept over at the twins' house and had listened to this accent as we worked at each other's bodies. "Sounds like fun. Where you staying?" "Somewhere near the airport. Captain something motel," John answered. "You checked in yet?" "No…it's still a bit early." I hesitated. I took a long sip of coffee and weighed the pros and cons. The pros finally won and I asked, "Do you guys get a lot of action?" Piet and John looked at each other. "Well, only with each other over here in the States, and a few other guys back in SA," John said. "Why d'you ask?" "Well, I live with my partner and four other guys. We're all clean and we want to stay that way. If you guys are sure you're not hosting anything and you don't mind sleeping on a sofa you could sleep over at our place. Could be kinda fun." "Ha!" said Piet. "You don't know my father. If I had AIDS I think he'd cut my cock and balls off himself." "Yeah," added John putting his arm around his lover. "We stay clean. I plan to live a long time with Piet here." "Then why don't you phone the hotel and cancel. You can spend a couple of nights with us and get a taste of some real American hospitality." "Fuck the hospitality," John said putting his cup down, "I'd settle for the taste of some real American cock." "Well…we wouldn't want to be any trouble," Piet said. "Trouble? Hell no. But it's gonna cost you. At least two helpings of South African protein. I need to see if it's still as good as it used to be." "Better have his first, `cause once you've tasted my love juice, you'll never want any of that raw Boer stuff," John said, laughing and talking at normal volume. Perry placed three cups of coffee in front of us. He smiled tolerantly at me. "Just drink this up and go before I have to throw you out." We settled down and chatted about their trip until I realized that I needed to get back to work. I tore off a sheet of computer paper and drew them a quick map of where to meet up with me after work, added a generous tip to the bill and gave it to Perry, then headed back to the office to tell Colin. It was close on six when I leaned the VFR over and scooted into the Chevron gas station where I'd told John and Piet to meet me. I saw their rental car over to one side and waved at them as I pulled up just in front of them. Patting my tail fairing to signal them to follow me I headed back out onto the street. Ten minutes later we drew up at the house. We were the first home and I led the way up the wooden stairs to the front door. "Nice place you've got here," said John. "Yours?" "Naah. We're here on temp assignment. This is rented through an aunt of my partner." "My father's got a place on the beach," Piet said somewhat wistfully looking out to the Atlantic. "I love to be by the sea." "Yeah…it's very relaxing. But I think I like it most when it really storms: the big waves and the low gray clouds scudding across the water." I ushered them in. "You can dump your stuff in Colin's and my room. We'll sort out the sleeping arrangements later. There's a sofa here in the sitting room that pulls out into a double bed if you don't mind sharing." John laughed. "You should see some of the beds we've been sharing since we've been here. A sofa sounds fine." "OK! Just make yourselves at home. The guys'll be back shortly and we'll fix something to eat. Meantime, there's beer and wine and Cokes in the fridge." "Yeah, we picked some stuff up, too," said Piet. "Even managed to find some South African wine for you." "Hey, you didn't need to do that. You're our guests." "Ja, but we can't just rock up and not help you guys." The South African phrases caught me again and I hugged Pieter. "Sawright, boet, just don't tune me grief." I said exhausting my memory of my buddies' slang. He laughed. "Your accent's even worse than Jannie's." I chuckled as I accepted the proffered beverages and carried them to the kitchen then helped them carry their bags up to our room. "Hey, I'm off for a swim. You guys wanna come?" I asked kicking off my boots. For relaxation I swam most days when I got home, but today I was being driven by the desire to see my two guests a bit less dressed. "Ja, that'll be fun. Can we swim kaalgat?" I laughed. Butt naked translated into naked ass-hole. Maybe the languages weren't so far apart after all. We undressed quickly and I had ample time to study the areas of their bodies I hadn't seen before as they rummaged through their baggage looking for swimsuits. `Hmm, not much of a tan-line, guys,' I thought to myself wondering if there was more I needed to know about Piet's father's beach-house. Ten minutes later their Speedo-covered butts were walking across the beach. Piet's trim figure and especially the bulge that showed where that nice uncut cock lay dormant barely below the band of the Speedo had my imagination spinning. John was talking away. I liked his wit, the graphic Colonial slang and his great sense of humor. The memory from our bedroom of a cut glans hanging down between his legs had me boning up and my hand itched to give his ass a feel. Damn sure there was going to be some action tonight. The water was great, but for Piet and John, used to the warm waters of the Indian Ocean, it felt cold and they stopped just waist deep, wetting their arms to acclimatize. I dove away from them under the water, changed direction and skimmed the bottom until John's legs appeared in front of me. Rolling over I pushed my hand between his legs and grabbed at his mound. He was caught totally unprepared and his feet shot a good two feet off the sand in fright. I surfaced, nearly choking with laughter, and that was my undoing. John yelled something to Piet in Afrikaans and suddenly the blond Afrikaner had his arms around me pinning mine to my side. He was strong and I realized that I would have to get him out a bit further where the seabed took a dive. If I could just get his feet off the sand I'd have a fighting chance. But I didn't get the time: John lifted my legs and in a quick movement had my swimsuit off. He swung it high above his head and then balled it up and threw it far up the beach. He laughed at me as I stood, naked and trapped in his lover's arms. I could feel a hardness where Piet's groin was pressed against the skin of my ass and I wondered where his mind was. I lifted my feet up putting all my weight on him and he stumbled and let go of me to keep his balance as the cold water hit his belly. My hands were right where they needed to be and I grabbed his Speedo, pushed at him with my shoulder and pulled the nylon off his legs as he struggled to regain the surface. "OK, John!" I yelled holding Piet's swimsuit up in the air. "I'll swap you this for mine!" Piet made a dive for me and I had to dance backwards pretty quickly. I looked at the beach. Colin and the other guys were walking down, grinning at the game. "Here, Col! Catch!" I rolled the nylon into a ball and threw it at him. It fell short, but he picked it up and placed it on the sand next to mine. Then, with a broad smile, he sauntered on into the water, leaving my suit up on the sand. "You bastard!" I yelled and he laughed and kicked water at me from the shallows knowing I wasn't likely to expose my manhood to chase him. As the guys waded up to us I introduced them to John and Piet. Hands were taken and eyes scanned bodies as our guests got swamped with names. I got a blush out of Pete when I introduced him as our straight convert, but he received a hug from John as compensation. Piet put his hand on Dave's shoulder and said to John, "He's a bit like Henk except Henk's hair is dark.' "Yeah." John agreed thoughtfully, then explained, "Henk is a guy we know in SA: a close friend of Piet's father." Colin stood behind me, his hands fondling my dick with his head resting on my shoulder as we talked. Evening time, when we got home from work, was a special time for us when we could drop our defenses and touch each other freely. John waded over to us. "I was wondering when the games would start. Let me get a feel of some American cock." Colin released my erect meat into John's hands and I felt his firm fingers wrap around it. I let my hands slip down his abs into the front of the Speedo, which was straining to contain a boner which popped out as I pushed the swimsuit down to his thighs. For the first time since high school I had my hand on an African cock and the long shaft with its bulbous head was a lot bigger than the teenage meat I'd held back then. He was real randy and the cool water made his skin tight as I began to masturbate him. Colin watched this activity holding me tight against him and grinding against my ass. I put my left hand behind me and moved his swimsuit down. His cock sprung into my hand, nuzzling my fingers in excited anticipation of what treats I was bringing for it. Looking down through the water I could make out John's thick, cut cock coming out through a dark undergrowth of pubic hair. My right hand left the penis and went down deeper to explore the scrotum, pulled up tight underneath him by the seawater. I filled my hand with his balls and massaged him gently, while rubbing Colin's glans against my butt crack. John paused for a second, slid his swimsuit down, kicked his legs, forcing it off and threw it close to mine on the sand. Neil laughed. "Oh, yeah!" He shucked his swimsuit, threw it on the beach, too, then waded over to Pieter and grabbed the young guy's boner. "I've never touched an African cock before." He looked down at Piet's tool. "Looks good, Piet: we uncut guys need to stick together." Piet laughed and grabbed at Neil's. As soon as he felt the ring in the foreskin he called out to John. "Hey, Jannie! This is what you can get me for my birthday! A ring through my piel like this oke's got." I scanned around. Nobody else was on the beach -- most tourists had long left the Carolinas weeks ago. We were probably safe fooling around here. As my eyes came closer to the water's edge, I counted eight swimsuits lying on the sand. If anyone came along we were in deep trouble. Mike, cock in hand, splashed over to where Colin was jacking himself while watching John and me masturbate each other. "Hey, guys, who's for a circle jerk?" "Yeah, that'd do me a power of good," said Pete who'd been standing fondling his boner while watching Piet and Neil. We rearranged ourselves and soon we were in one continuous chain of mutual jacking. "I must ask my father if he's ever had a straight guy pull his wire," Piet said to John as Pete pumped his phallus. "I do house calls if he hasn't," said Pete. "I don't think you want to be crossing Henk, mate," John chuckled. "He's cute and he's obedient, but he can play rough." John had a firm grip on my cock and was keeping a steady stroke. My left hand rested across his back, feeling the skin tight over his shoulders as he rocked in the swells, lost in ecstasy as Colin's fingers worked at that cut shaft. I loved the feeling of brotherhood that a circle-jerk gave: to simultaneously be jacking off one guy while another jacks me off really gets my hormones moving. My right hand was beckoning the sperm out of Dave's hard shaft and in this way the randy energy was transmitted to Pete then Pieter to Neil then Mike then Colin who, as I've said, was manhandling John. I leaned over to the South African and put my lips up to his cheek, feeling the ten-hour stubble. "Welcome to Charleston, my china." He turned his face and his grip on my meat intensified as we kissed. In my mind I had been fantasizing ever since the coffee shop, building up to this moment, and within five minutes the muscles at the base of my cock were spasming. Pushing into John's hand I felt my love juices spurt out of my cock into the salt water. "Lucky fishes," I panted enviously as John continued to pump the remainder of my load out and I watched the creamy sperm, weightless in the water, float away in the waves. They hadn't gone more than four feet in their futile search for eggs when Piet shouted "Jussus, ek kom!" No translator was needed for us to understand that statement and I turned to watch Pete bring the blond stud to a climax. Pete's eyes were intently watching the big uncircumcised cock in his hand and he called out, "Me, too!" and the two of them jerked their asses in unison as their balls added some more saltiness to the Atlantic waters. With the added stimulation of other guys cumming, each of the other guys unloaded into the sea over the next half minute until finally Piet brought Neil to a shuddering climax. "Fuck, that was just what I needed," John said squeezing the last drop of jism out of his cock. We splashed around taking swipes of whatever strands of white protein we could see as we talked about the joys of guy sex and Neil allowed Piet to show his pierced foreskin off to John. When our meat was once more hanging we casually walked onto the beach and pulled our swimsuits on as though it were quite the most normal thing to do. The morning wind had dropped leaving a warm evening and we were soon standing around on our deck, glasses in hand, watching steaks and sausages grill on the gas fire. Except for rape-bait-Dave who had, as usual, donned his white thong, the rest of us CentIns guys had on our tight cut-offs. Faded and ripped we thought we looked good in them, but I had to admit the tight short shorts that the South Africans wore looked pretty seductive. As Mike cooked, John and Piet told us about their life since they'd met and then all about their work and this trip to The States. I looked at them standing close together, touching: it was so obvious they were in love. The dinner passed quickly, the conversation ranging far and wide. The steak and potatoes had hit the right spot, and the lusty red Kanonkop Shiraz had proved to be a very adequate wine to complement the meal . "So!" said Neil, stretching back in his chair, "Who's for some after-dinner sex?" "My kind of guy," said John standing up and shucking the shorts with their red, yellow and dark blue colors in one smooth movement to expose a half boner. We all stood up and eight articles of clothing were kicked into a corner while Mike spread four big beach towels out on the deck and Dave brought out a couple of tubes of KY jelly. Colin walked over to Piet. "I want to get a taste of this African dick," he said. "Go ahead," said the blond Afrikaner lying down on his back and giving himself a few quick strokes to get himself really hard. Colin went down on his knees and we watched as he ran his hands slowly up Piet's thighs into his crotch. I saw my lover's hands gently mound and squeeze the scrotum that hung there and then his face went down and he nuzzled the wrinkled skin with his mouth. His tongue extended as he began to lap at the balls while the big uncircumcised cock rubbed at his face. As soon as the entire skin was soaked he took each ball into his mouth, sucking at it while his hand rubbed the base of the phallus. Mike lay down next to Piet, pinching the nipples that stood hard and raised on the fair-skinned chest. Leaning over his face they smooched for a while until Mike leaned over, grabbed a pillow and put it under Piet's head. Straddling the Afrikaner's body with his knees and, leaning forward over his head, he gently lowered his cock toward Piet's mouth. Piet stuck out his tongue to get the first taste of the oozing precum that was being offered and then opened his lips to take in the straining foreskin as his fingers ran over the skin to Mike's ass. Gently Mike pushed more and more in and Piet just sucked at it until all seven inches were inside his mouth. Mike pulled it back, paused and fed it in again, repeating this cycle, faster each time, until he had set up a serious fuck rhythm, pounding his shaft into the young guy's mouth. Glancing up from the ball wash, Colin studied the cock and balls going up and down about a foot from his face. He reached forward and moved Piet's fingers into Mike's ass crack and then went back down and gently took the end of Piet's cock into his mouth. I watched, jacking myself, as he pushed at the tight foreskin with his tongue and then, when he had rolled it back, began slowly to swallow inch after inch of the shaft. Sucking in his cheeks, he let his lips run down the fair, tight skin, his tongue feeling the hard meat and the swollen veins that ran right up to the tight foreskin. The site of the two naked asses pointing toward me was too tempting to ignore. I spread Colin's cheeks with my fingers and squeezed a big glob of KY directly from the tube onto his hole. I smeared some on my cock and, kneeling behind him, took hold of his hips with my hands, and pushed my rod inside him. With his mouth going up and down on Piet's manhood, his body had a sort of rocking motion, which made his ass move around and massage my meat. Each time he rocked back, his ass muscles would grip at my cock as I shoved forward to match his rhythm. My cut cock was no stranger to Colin's interior and I never tired of the sensations of his smooth inside, gripping my penis and rubbing on my glans. As I fucked my lover I let my eyes scan around the room. John was standing up, with Dave and Neil on their knees in front of him licking and kissing his cock and each other as they fondled their own erections. Behind John stood Pete, his hands on John's shoulders while he introduced his stiff meat into the South African's love tunnel. While he would take a fuck occasionally when he was randy, I had discovered that Pete really liked to be a top and, if he felt any insecurity in this, his first man-fuck outside of our group, he wasn't showing it. "Dave, I need you to plug my ass," Neil blurted out standing up. He put his arm around John and moved up close toward him until their faces met and their tongues became entwined inside their mouths. From behind John, Pete bent forward and kissed his neck never interrupting his thrusting. The picture in front of me of the three guys kissing in the heat of sex made my balls surge. Neil's right hand dropped to John's groin and grabbed the penis, glistening with male saliva while the South African's hand wrapped around Neil's cock. Dave hurriedly wiped K-Y onto his cock and was stuffing more into Neil's ass as John's and Neil's tongues explored mouth and teeth and their right hands picked up a rhythm on each other's cocks. Throwing the tube of K-Y onto a table, Dave put his hands on Neil's butt and pushed his lubricated dick into the inviting ass. It was a hot scene: the two guys jacking each other off and tongue wrestling while their asses got screwed. I looked at Pete. His hands were around John's chest, pulling hard at the nipples and dragging them forward while John had found Neil's tit ring and was pulling on it, stretching the dark pink skin far out. Neil's hard penis was moving up and down as John's hand pumped at it. I enjoyed looking at Neil's cock at any time: it was really well formed. When it was erect, with skin pulled tight and the little ring hanging underneath, however, it was transformed into a rare and extremely beautiful object d'art. A movement underneath me caught my attention: Piet was starting to spasm slightly as Mike's cock sunk deep into his mouth and the Afrikaner experienced sexual stimulation at the other end of his body from my lover's mouth. Peering over Colin's back I watched Mike's ass-hole moving back and forth. He had a real muscular, athletic ass and the butt muscles moved seductively as he repeatedly sank down onto Piet's face helped by the Afrikaner's hands which were over the cheeks, the long fingers probing the ass-hole and, at the same time, forcing the pelvis toward his face. As I fucked Colin, my hands ran over his back, feeling the muscles. My tactile senses told me that Colin was building up to climax. With his right hand he had been jacking his cock hard, stimulating himself as he went down on our blond guest, but now his steady rhythm was becoming faster and more frenzied. Piet let out some deep, explosive breaths, his leg muscles bunched and he lifted his ass a couple of times, pushing his shaft deep, while he unloaded his jism into Colin's mouth. The taste of hot cum brought Colin to instant climax and he pulled his mouth off Piet's dick and grabbed it with his left hand to finish the job as he frenziedly jacked himself to cumming. His ass tightened on my root as his sperm were launched out of his cock and the increased pressure on my shaft resulted in intense sensations of sex shooting up my spine. I began the deep and slow thrusts of penile stimulation as I went over the crest and pumped one more helping of my love juice into my lover. "I'm gonna come!" Mike shouted at Piet in warning and his thrusting rhythm changed, too, from the regular forward pushes to several long slow strokes going deep into the blond guy's mouth, his ass stopping and holding there as he swallowed everything that was flowing out of Mike's piss slit. Emotionally exhausted, I stayed inside Colin, my arms around his chest, as my spasming subsided. When Mike got up, Colin grinned at me, pointed at Piet's cream-splashed stomach and asked, "You wanna help me clean this up?" "Sure," I replied, panting from the exertion and pulling my cock slowly from his ass. Kneeling on either side of Piet, Colin and I took turns in licking him clean. When his stomach was finally cum-free, we stood up and helped Piet to his feet and into our arms. "Man, you are good, my friend," he said to Colin. He kissed us both, tasting the remains of the cum on our tongues, and then the three of us, still embracing, moved over to where Mike was watching his lover getting fucked by Dave. Neil and John had their eyes closed as they jacked each other off. I went over to where Pete was ramming his dick into John's ass and fondled his nipple. `Go, Pete, go," I said gently. "Fuck that ass. Go deep, buddy!" His breath was coming in gasps as his balls swung up against John's cheeks. "I'm cumming," gasped John and I dropped to my knees next to him. "Here Neil," I said and Neil moved John's cock in my direction as he jacked him hard. I saw the juice come spurting out and I closed my eyes to stop the stinging liquid from getting into them as it splashed on my face. It was still running down to my mouth as Neil turned slightly and I felt his warm load splashing all over my cheek and ear. As the two squeezed the last drops out of each other with long, slow strokes, behind John Pete reached his climax. "Oh, yeah! That's good!" and with several sharp thrusts he dumped his load of sperm deep inside John. His moans had barely subsided when Dave started to gasp and I watched his penis plunging between the cheeks as he emptied himself into Neil. For several seconds he continued some sporadic thrusting whenever he felt the need to work a tardy drop out of his throbbing penis. Colin dropped to his knees next to me and began to use his mouth alternately to clean up my face and to kiss me. As hormones settled down we moved apart, looking at each other and grinning. "Let's go wash off in the sea," Pete suggested and we immediately trooped down to the beach, still stark naked, to freshen up. It was an ebb tide and the moon, mistress of seduction, had laid out a silver runway for us. We splashed into the low waves and rubbed the water over each other, marveling at the luminescence wherever we disturbed the surface. Pleased with our earlier offerings of sperm, the sea had stashed away some warmth from the afternoon sun and now surrounded us with it as we stood in the water and talked. John and Piet, like Colin and I, held each other close as the waves, almost apologetic for disturbing us, passed silently by and whispered onto the sand. Our new friends spun tales of wondrous sex under southern skies. Parochial in our politics we tried to grasp the concept of the life they lived under the patronage of a powerful man but we could laugh together as Piet spoke of forbidden fantasies of his lecturer, John, who seemed impossibly out of reach of the student. Eventually, the distant calls of beers waiting to be consumed brought us out of the water. We toweled ourselves dry on the beach, eight boners bobbing up and down in respectful curtsies to the moon, and then started to walk back to the house. Colin and I were walking hand in hand and John and Piet had their arms around each other which prompted Dave to quip, "And tonight, from our studios in Charleston, `I found my True Love on a South Carolina Beach.'" I smiled happily at Colin: we were getting used to the teasing that our displays of affection around the house elicited. "Don't worry, Twink," Colin called back, "One day you, too, will get some hair on your arms and a real man will want to love you." "Hey, leave Dave alone," called Pete. "He's fine just the way he is." "Like I said," Colin said, turning around and walking backward to watch the two buddies, "a real man. Not some candy-assed straight guy." "Hey, hey, hey!" Pete shot back as he tried to flick Colin with his towel, "None of that heterophobic shit here, OK! I'll have you up on a discrimination charge." We climbed the stairs, laughing. Once again seated on the deck and with chilled beers and hard cocks in our hands, we fantasized about paying Piet and John a visit. Their surroundings sounded idyllic in terms of both landscape and manscape, although the thought of Piet's father wielding almost absolute power had my spinal temperature plummeting. What would happen to me if my blowjob didn't measure up to expectations. I voiced this fear out loud and Piet burst out laughing almost losing a mouthful of beer. "There's no problem, ou, as long as you're with me." I wasn't convinced. "Maybe I could get your professional opinion on how good my blowjob is: see if you think it'd really measure up to your father's standards." "You know, for a Yank you have some really good ideas," he said sliding his ass forward to the edge of his chair. I moved over next to his chair deciding to forbear on expounding on the differences between Southern culture versus Yankee barbarism and settled on giving his ass a slap. His cock was already half erect as I knelt next to him and the glans was getting a bit restive behind the tight foreskin. Behind me I heard chairs move around as the others found good viewing positions. I picked up my beer bottle and, holding his cock steady, slowly tipped some of the amber fluid over the tip of the pulsing shaft letting it run all over the skin. I replaced the bottle and moved my mouth forward to touch his meat. Encircling the tapered tip with my lips I gently sucked off every trace of beer from the taut skin. Piet's cock was like a popsicle in my mouth as I licked at the top inch for a minute then, gripping the foreskin gently with my lips, I got it to slide back and the glans slid out to receive the ministrations from my tongue. My fingers ran through the reddish-blond pubes that grew at the base of his penis before sliding down to the skin of his scrotum. His balls were big and filled my hand as I held them and squeezed. It is the ultimate test of male trust to surrender your testes into the absolute power of another guy and this knowledge, subconscious and innate, makes it an incredible sexual stimulation. Squeezing them gently and firmly I pulled them down, away from his cock as I let my head move forward and my mouth slowly took his meat, throbbing and hard, into my throat. Where the beer had not washed it away I could still taste the salt of the sea where it had dried on his cock: no trace of cock-cheese here. The summer smell of beach-male, sea and salt and sand, were trapped amongst his pubes and a brief flash went through my mind of having this guy lying before me on imagined Indian Ocean beaches. My throat constricted as the end of the penis passed over the back of my tongue and my mind came back to reality. I moved back to let the gag-instincts reset. My next attempt took it all in and I felt the pube-hairs on my lip before I came back up for air. My tongue made a quick foray into the piss-slit to ensure no precum had hidden there and then began a quick glans massage before I started down again for another face-fuck. >From around me I could hear comments and discussion of the action, but they didn't enter my mind as I concentrated on working on Piet. As much as I wanted to taste his love potion, I was taking my time -- I wanted to enjoy this neat cock and what it would finally reward me with. I pushed my left middle finger up his ass-crack feeling for the anus. Yeah, there it was. I moved my finger around, massaging the rim without forcing my way inside him. Piet moved, slinging one leg over the arm of the chair, simultaneously giving me an easier approach to his meat and better access to his ass. I raised my eyes -- his head was back, eyes closed: he was having a good time. I licked my finger, coating it with spit, and rubbed at his sphincter. I felt his ass wiggle in delight. Two blowjobs in one evening! Colin and I had done this boy proud. Movement to my right drew my attention: John had moved and was sitting astride Neil, facing him on a lounger, feet on the floor and hands on the back of the chair as he lowered his ass onto Neil's cock. Neil had one hand wrapped around the South African's cock while the other hand helped guide his ass down onto his pole. I watched John out of the corner of my eye as he slid all the way down then leaned forward and buried his tongue in Neil's mouth. Piet must have seen this, too, as he became a lot more stimulated. His hand was on my head, trying to force me to go faster and deeper and his ass was beginning to jump, forcing his cock into my mouth. I intensified my action on his balls, long pulls at them interspersed with firm but gentle mounding. In my mouth I squeezed my tongue firmly along the underside of his cock making it slide along the roof of my mouth to the back. Suddenly I felt him begin to jerk and a saltiness surrounded my tongue: my buddy was shooting his load into me. I tried not to swallow, keeping as much of it as I could in my mouth, coating his shaft with it so I could taste it over and over as it gradually diluted with my saliva. Slowly I pulled my head back, keeping my lips sealed on Piet's cock to keep as much of his sperm as I could for myself. As I stood up and allowed his elixir to flow down my throat, my hand already bringing my aching shaft to climax, I found Dave and Pete next to me working at each other's cocks. We gathered around Piet and I relinquished my penis to Dave's demanding hand as I gazed down on this South African stud. Dave didn't have long to work: the feel of his hand on my shaft sent me soaring and within seconds my love juice was dropping onto Piet's abs. Still milking me, Dave brought Pete to climax adding more sperm to the fair skin. I watched Dave's cock as Pete pumped it with long steady strokes until the Kid lived up to his nickname and, even though this was his third load in some four hours, blasted out a fountain of pearls across Piet's chest. No sooner was he spent I bent down and collected the combined offerings into one pool, mixing them with my finger. I offered my dripping finger to Piet and hungrily he licked it clean. Scooping up another load I held it out for Pete to sample and Dave, impatient, bent down and scooped some up for himself. I knelt down between the Afrikaner's legs. It would be right inhospitable to let a guest soil his T-shirt and so, for the second time in hours, I gave that great abdomen a tongue wash. Once clean, Piet stood up and we moved over to watch John and Neil. By the intensity with which my motorcyclist buddy was jacking John it was obvious that he was close to unloading protein into our dark-haired guest's inside. Mike and Colin were standing there jacking themselves off and I moved in close behind my lover and fondled his nipples as I watched John lower himself into Neil's lap. Mike moved in close and draped a constellation of white across his lover's chest hairs right in front of John. With this as an example Colin began to unload, his first spurt sailing onto Neil's stomach and the rest mingling with the hairs on John's leg. John came down once more on Neil, held still then shuddered and his cum jumped out in a parabola to land on Neil's chest. Slowly John stood up, Neil's cock slipping wetly out of his ass. He wiped Colin's jism from his leg with his finger and licked it clean. Neil was cleaning himself up, taking finger after finger to his mouth as some of his own cum that had strayed from John's ass quietly moved down his shaft to his pubes and further down, looking for a way back into the balls that had so recently been their home. John swung his leg off Neil and came over to where we were standing and we all hugged and kissed as semen and saliva cemented our bodies together in friendship. A quarter-hour later we were back in our chairs, our beers replenished, discussing ways and means of the six of us could visit our two new friends. We thought we were alone, but unnoticed the moon had risen up and flitted unnoticed amongst us. Deftly it subtly instructed Piet's and John's tongues on how to seduce us and then, with its sperm-colored rays, it hypnotized our American minds with mental visions of a Southern Hemisphere Christmas, in summer, by the sea, as the two guys begged for an opportunity to return our hospitality. Copyright 1999 Horatio. I relate these stories because I enjoy writing and I enjoy the subject matter. If you have any comments you can email me at horatio_nimier@hotmail.com I'll even accept criticism if expressed in an adult, objective and polite manner. Hate mail will be flushed without reading. Grow up.