Date: Sat, 3 Jul 2010 09:39:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: Daniel Blue <danielblue45@yahoo.com>
Subject: World Cup Whackoff - Part 3

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 the 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  danielbluetales.blogspot.com