Date: Mon, 19 Sep 2011 15:22:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sammy <sammyxviii@yahoo.com>
Subject: What Caucasians Have / Part 4

What Caucasians Have

Part 4

There was quite a long silence from Tak before he whispered back. "Come on
dearest, we were both loving it.  Stupid to deny it just after you shot
your load.  We can't go now just because it's over for you. That's so
selfish."

I could see how unreasonable I sounded but I felt completely shattered.  I
tried to remember my assertiveness training from a course I took many years
ago.  "Darling, you agreed to leave when I said. Well, now I'm saying I
want to leave. So let's go."

"I only needed a few more minutes. Let these guys bring me off and we can
go."

"How about we go now and I bring you off in our room?"

"Sammy, you go to the room if you want. I'll join you in a few minutes."

Frans and Dieter had been talking at the other side of the room, but at
that point they approached us and Frans intervened. "Let's all take a
break.  Sammy, you can take off the condom and clean yourself in the
bathroom. We'll have another drink and soon you will be fucking him
again. If you don't know it, you throw the condom in the waste not down the
toilet.  Tak, another Marguerita?  We have plenty. Sammy, there will be one
waiting for you."

I did need to do something about my shriveled up cock in the dripping
condom and clutching it awkwardly to my body I took a few ungainly strides
into the bathroom.  As I rinsed myself off thoroughly I reflected on my
predicament.  I needed to think fast. I could see I wasn't persuading Tak
and I didn't want to get into a confrontation with him in front of these
guys and find myself the loser.  When I become "Sammy" I know I have to
tread carefully with Tak.  There was no way I was going to be fucking him
again in their room. I hadn't come twice in succession since my twenties,
but maybe I could quickly get Tak off and we could leave gracefully. He
would probably want to continue working Frans's cock and I could suck him
off at the same time. That had to be my plan B. I didn't want to keep being
maneuvered into doing what I said I didn't want and then have Frans and
Dieter enjoy their victory.  So I was going to be cool with what happened
and cool with Tak shooting his jizz. I looked myself in the mirror as I
said this to myself.  That was a useful thing I learnt way back from that
course.  Say it to yourself in front of the mirror when you resolve to do
something.

When I emerged from the bathroom Tak was swilling down his Marguerita and
laughing with Dieter at something Frans had just said.  My irritation at
Frans surfaced again but I was determined not to let it show.

"What did I miss?" I said cheerfully with a smile.

"Oh, we just said you will be horny again in no time."

Nothing funny about that, I thought. And obviously not going to happen.  I
took my Marguerita and realized how thirsty I was, almost swilling it
myself.

Dieter was fiddling with his drawer of condoms again and passed it to me to
view as though I were genuinely interested and going to start a collection
of my own.  "The numbers are for length, and the letters for width," he
explained, "but they are not in any usual order. You must know the chart.
You're a S88, I'm an N11." There were two dozen or so condoms all in nice
gold wrappers. I realized it was actually an attractive old cigar box he'd
found to house his collection. "We like to entertain, so we have a good
selection for our guests. Frans wears a G21. It's the longest they make but
not the widest. There is one wider size but he prefers the G21."

Dieter was absurd in his seriousness. I was tempted to make a joke about
small talk, but thought the wiser of it. They probably wouldn't understand
the pun.  Their English was good, but not that good.

We were finishing our drinks and Dieter dimmed the lights.  It reminded me
of being at a theater when the second act is about to begin.

Frans came up to me and ran his hand lightly down my shoulder and arm in a
friendly gesture. "Sammy, it's your turn to play with my cock now and make
it hard again."

Now Frans was the one to be absurd.  I'd just come.  I wasn't interested in
playing with his cock. I didn't know why he was asking me. He could have
done it himself or let Tak do it.  Better for Tak to be getting his thrill
quickly so I could suck him off.

But I was the one he asked and I found myself complying.  Maybe I was
slightly curious to touch that thing. It was much bigger than any I'd seen
before, let alone touched. I put my hand under the cock and slowly lifted
it with my middle finger. It felt heavy but very soft, and I was surprised
at how it drooped each side of my finger, making an upside down
U-shape. Mine didn't do that.  I realized that was because there wasn't
enough cock to make that sort of bend.

"Make it hard," Frans instructed.

I wrapped my other fingers round the cock, and as I stroked gently I felt
it getting firmer and growing.  I stopped stroking for a moment to check
what was happening and watched in amazement as my thumb became parted from
my fingers because of the expansion that was happening. Then I felt a jab
of pleasure in my own cock and felt it coming to life again.  I was
surprised and a little alarmed. I was doing this for Tak's benefit.  They
were wrong that I was going to be horny again.  But my cock was beginning
to grow and I didn't want Frans seeing he was having that effect on me.  So
I took my cock in my other hand and starting jacking it energetically, like
I was making a big effort for everyone else's benefit to get back in the
mood for more sex.

Frans responded immediately, "No, don't touch yourself.  Remember how
quickly you came before.  Let your cock speak for itself. You need both
hands for mine now.  See, it's almost full length. It needs two or three
hands to hold it."

And then I realized how dumb I'd like look if I defied him and continued
jacking myself.  So I stopped, let go of my own cock and, well, I didn't
have to take his cock in both hands but I did. The vacant hand seemed to
need something to do.  But I was annoyed that I was beginning to be
manipulated by him again. I just had to act cheerful and make it look as
though I was totally cool with what was happening.

We were standing by the bed and Tak had sprawled across it on his stomach,
watching us intently.  I was stroking Frans's firm cock with both hands,
appreciating its perfect proportionsÐdead straight and with a slightly
larger head.  Yup, there probably was room for a third hand.

"That's good. Make it big for Tak again.  You know he loves to play with
the big one. You just saw him working on it with his mouth."

And amazingly, the memory of Tak feasting on that cock and the image of him
taking it in his lips again was having a booster effect on me. Hard to
believe, so soon after I'd regretted letting that happen, and so soon after
I'd come. But I was getting aroused at the thought of seeing it again.  I
wanted to be cool about my partner sucking off a huge cock but I didn't
want Tak to think I was really into it. Fortunately, he would just think I
was now getting turned on by feeling Frans's cock in my hands.  That would
be OK, I supposed.

Then Frans commented, "Look at that.  See how horny he gets preparing my
cock for his boyfriend to play with.  Isn't that beautiful?  Look at Sammy.
The perfect little cuck."

I felt a bolt of anger again. My cock was not little. I'd been very
concerned about my size in my teens and twenties and had read all the
studies into penis size that were out there on the internet. I was average
according to many of them.  And the ones that claimed the average was
larger were all based on self-measurement.  We all know how much men
exaggerate, so those surveys obviously weren't reliable. It was a matter of
self-respect that I stand up to Frans and not let that comment pass. Tak
should not see me accept that subtle form of abuse.

"It's not little", I asserted, "it's a decent size, not as big as yours but
not below average."

Frans looked at me as though I was a complete idiot. "I said you were a
perfect little cuck. Not cock. You know what a cuck is, don't you? A
cuckold?"

"No, what is that?"

"Christ, it's not my job to teach you English.  You can look it up later.
It's a good word for you.  É Oh, now your cock is soft again.  I've wounded
your pride.  Now it really does look little. Never mind, we know how to
make it hard again and bring it back to its full sizeÑaverage if you say
so.  Where I come from that is not average."

Then turning to Tak he continued, "Outside you were trying to guess how big
mine grows.  Is it what you guessed?"

"It's more than we were expecting," Tak responded.

I was feeling foolish, defeated, and exhausted by Frans's relentless
barrage, and also confused at how quickly he had dropped his insulting
remarks to me and turned the topic back to himself.  And how quickly and
eagerly Tak had picked up the new thread.  Had Tak even noticed the
insults? Did he care? It was as though suddenly I didn't exist and Tak and
Frans were having a private conversation.

Yet on reflection it seemed better if Tak was in his private zone and
insensitive to what a fool Frans had made of me. And better if he didn't
realize I had been turned on watching him.

"So how do I compare with the biggest you ever had before?" Frans asked.

"You're bigger," was Tak's answer.

"Then you are naturally talented with your mouth. Just now taking it all
the way down with no practice. I expect you can take it all the way in your
ass too."

That set off a new bolt of panic and alarm.  Fucking was intimate and
special to our relationship. Surely Tak didn't want to throw that away in
this holiday adventure.

"No way. Sorry, that's too much for me to handle," Tak responded.

That was a relief. My size was the perfect fit with Tak's ass. He didn't
want a stranger's huge cock stretching him painfully.

But Frans wasn't accepting Tak's reply. "A talent for sucking usually goes
with a talent for getting fucked. You said you got fucked by someone two
inches longer than Sammy.  Didn't you enjoy that?"

The prompt reminder of that guy, whoever he was, was a reality check.

"That was years ago.  That really does need practice," Tak insisted.

"But I'm sure you loved it.  Not a worry.  We have the perfect
solution. You can practice with Dieter. Isn't that logical?  He's smaller
than me but bigger than Sammy."


(Sorry for the long delay. The rest will follow shortly.)
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