Date: Fri, 23 Jul 2021 15:33:31 +1200 From: Ben Highlander Subject: I don't Mind a Hairy back 4 - A Taste Of Things To Come Why not donate to nifty? They do so much to keep us happy. _____________________________ Chapter 4- A Taste Of Things To Come Oh Lord, when will the Christmas season be over? Still basking in the afterglow of three hot teen fucks the previous day, my wife and daughter almost sucked even that joy out of me by insisting that we do a Boxing Day shop. I know, right? Why the fuck are shopping centers even open on a public holiday anyway? Doesn't anybody want to stay at home and use the off-time to fuck like bunnies? Except if I had stayed home with my wife I would have spent the time on Whatsapp with the three boys I sampled yesterday, and my wife would have used the time to do some much-needed scrapping. Look, I love my wife and wouldn't swop my life with her for all the tea in china. But that's the problem: who wants tea when you can have a teenage cum-shake straight from the tap? But instead, I won the booby prize and got to hang around outside shops while my wife and daughter window-shopped until I dropped. Well, almost. And the fucking mall was so busy that just making it from one side to the other took a commitment I was hard-pressed to generate. What WAS hard was my dick, thinking about Sheldon and Terry and Stan's winking assholes and the awesome time I had spent with them, because boys just like to fuck and there was no mistaking that. So as I trudged along behind the two women in my life I was reasoning thus: if I could find three randy young bucks at one Christmas party, somewhere in this mall there had to be at least one such a randy boy that would be prepared to let me give him meat shots up the bum. And where would you find such a candidate for my urgent sexual ministrations? Well, he was walking right in front of me, if there was a Godd in heaven, that gave two hoots about what just LOOKING at this boy's two ripe melon buns, jostling each other in his shorts, like two bulldogs fighting in a knapsack, did to me. I know that was a long sentence. Read it again, it's worth it. Observe the commas. The poor boy in question was also here under duress, judging from the way he was tagging along behind his dear mother and long-suffering father, the rubber beach thongs on his feet (slip-slops, where I come from) dragging out his boredom and frustration as he shuffled behind his parents. His blonde spiky fringe (bangs) poked out from underneath his peak cap, which was positioned towards the back of his head. I could see his eyelashes from where I was, some paces behind him as he turned his head this way and that, trying to spot something that would ease his terminal boredom and frustration. His eyes, from where I was, were blue and were set on either side of a ski slope of a turned-up nose that in turn, perched above two of the pinkest, juiciest lips I had ever had the pleasure of imagining around my cock. On top, he was wearing my old favourite, the multi-colored wife-beater, so I could see that his arms were nicely shaped and tanned, with a light dusting of blonde hair on his forearms that glinted invitingly as the light from the huge overhead shopping center skylight caught him, in a beam that made him look like he was being displayed for my personal enjoyment and delectation. Yes, I know that was a long description, dear reader, but it was a long day at the mall, and this little vision of teenage glory brightened up my otherwise life-threateningly, mind-numbingly, boring afternoon at the mall, considerably. His mother stopped at yet another shop to salivate over the trinkets she beheld there and thank Godd, my two ladies stopped to behold whatever had attracted the mom's attention with equal delight and desire. Their oohs and ahs gave me an opportunity to stand next to the boy and take in the radiance of his virile adolescent glory. The long, hot South African summer Boxing Day had obviously taken its toll on his deodorant, so his sweat was very apparent to me as I inhaled his essence deeply. Boy stink is like cocaine to me so I was just about snorting him and would have rooted under his arms for more if I was able to. I was just savoring his smell by turning my head slightly in his direction while I inhaled deeply. A little too deeply, it seemed, since he turned his head in my direction a bit and rested those blue pools, languishing in the shadow of his dense black eyelashes, on me. His equally dense eyebrows shot up in the middle in an expression of quizzical puzzlement. It didn't last long because he caught me smiling at him like a lovesick puppy, and I dropped my eyes down to his crotch, so he looked away quickly as if caught in the act of thinking something naughty. I had him, I was almost certain, and he knew it. I leaned over my wife's shoulder and said audibly, "Love, I'm going to the loo." She nodded absently. "I'll catch up later, so don't wait for me." I walked off in the direction of the facilities and didn't look back. When I got to the toilets I walked in and positioned myself in front of the urinal in the middle and prayed that he would take the bait. I fished out my semi-hard cock and waited. I didn't start peeing because I wanted to save that in case Blondie put in an appearance. My heart was just about to drop into my shoes with disappointment when, sure enough, a moment later Blondie walked in and positioned himself, not one away from me, but next to me. "Hey," I said. "Hey," he mumbled. Great! We were talking. He fished his cock out. I was leaning back and thrust my half erect dick out for all to see, looking obviously at his maneuverings in his nether regions, while he huddled over his, and fumbled, avoiding my eyes. A newbie. Niiiiiiice! He obviously wasn't piss-shy because he started straight away. I reached over. I have to add that it was only the two of us there--impossibly, in this madhouse of a boxing day mall--and pinched off the flow of his urine squirting out of his teenage cock, and said, "Don't waste it." My hand was sprayed with his piss as he struggled to control the flow that I so rudely interrupted. "I'm sorry!" he said, blushing a deep pink under his blonde skin. I simply lifted my hand to my mouth and licked the drops off my fingers with relish. "Come with me," I said. I led him into the nearest stall, which mercifully was clean and the floor was more or less dry. I didn't mind kneeling in somebody's piss anyway. I thought it was quite hot. I sat down on the throne and pulled him over by his cock. Before he followed he was quick to lock the stall door and then stood in front of me with his flaccid member hanging out of his fly. I put my hands on his hips and took a good look at him. He was truly gorgeous. His hips were slightly wider than his waist, which meant that he had a biggish bum, which I found insanely attractive. His pecs were nicely developed but not `built' which meant that he wasn't so into himself that it was unattractive. He was about my height, 5ft 7, and his neck was like an erect cock: muscular. On it perched his gorgeous boy-man face. His jaw was clean-cut, his lips were thick and generous and juicily pink and his nose was perfect. But the piece de resistance was his eyes. They were wide and long, deep blue, and framed by the longest black eyelashes I had ever seen on a blonde person, male or female. And above the beautiful eyes rested the two black, black caterpillars he had for eyebrows, now at rest as he looked at me as I admired him. I whispered, "You are so fucking beautiful it hurts to look at you." He blushed again and mouthed, more than whispered his thanks. "I like you too," he then added only just audibly. "How old are you?" I asked. "Eighteen," he said, after some hesitation. "Come here," I said as I pulled him closer. He straddled my seated form with his legs on either side of me and, leaning forward, I commanded: "Piss", pulling his foreskin back from his soft 3 inches, and sucking his cock into my mouth. His black eyebrows shot up into his blonde hairline in a question mark and I nodded my head as I waited. He shrugged uncertainly and pushed his hips forward and concentrated. The trickle that started slowly, gave me an opportunity to taste his offering, and he tasted GREAT! As I swallowed, I was massaging his cock with my lips and sucking on him like a hoover, so he was growing as he was pissing, which made it easier for me to lock my lips around his teenage dick to make sure I didn't waste any. He was getting into the idea of feeding me his urine so he began to make soft moaning noises. While he pissed into my mouth I lifted his shirt up and exposed his lean stomach. He was mostly smooth with a slight treasure trail leading into the waistband of his shorts. With my other hand I fished his balls out of his zipper and started to play with the nice-sized eggs I found in the loose bag that dangled out. This elicited another appreciative moan from his oh-so-kissable lips. With the last few squirts, he emptied the remnants of his bladder into my thirsty mouth with his now fully erect 6-inch dick and I swallowed with relish. He made as if to pull his prick out of my mouth but I put my hands behind his butt and pulled him forward. I worked his foreskin backward and forwards over his cock head with my lips and started blowing him in earnest. I could easily deep throat him and I did so, sniffing his blonde pubes every time I buried my nose down there, smelling the teenage testosterone in the slight mid-summer stink. I was determined to get his cum, so I intensified my efforts, sucking as if my life depended on it, while I worked his balls with my left hand. With my right hand, I reached into his shirt again and found his pink nipples and pinched the erect nubs hard. He gasped as he got into the whole performance so he started face fucking me in earnest. His hips thrust forward and as I put my right hand behind his gorgeous butt to grip onto his one ass cheek for stability, I could feel his glutes contract and release in time to his fucking my mouth. I slipped my hand into the bottom of his shorts and worked my way up under his underwear and found his moist hole nestling in his teenage butt fur. He growled as I found his hole and stroked his moist pucker as best as I could, given the limited access I had. We were making quite a bit of noise by now, but from what I could tell there had been no other bored husbands or sons to enter as yet. I pulled my mouth off his cock and while he groaned in disappointment, I quickly opened his shorts and pulled them off and down with one movement. He stepped his right leg out, as I deep throated his dick again, and now, with much more ease, wriggled my four fingers in the moist warmth of his most secret place. I worked them until he stuck his butt back as if to find the intruders, to give them access and I could feel the wetness of his hole find my questing digits. I rimmed his ass with my thumb and found that the hot summer's day and his sheer horniness had left enough moisture to provide lube so I roughly thrust my thumb into his warm back door and thumb-fucked him to orgasm. With a muffled roar he thrust his hips forward, trapping my thumb and hand in his clenching ass cheeks as he fired squirt after copious squirt of sweet teenage boy-jizz into my waiting mouth. I made sure that only the first volley went directly into my throat although he was doing his best to bury his fuck-stick deep, as instinct compelled him to try and get his baby-makers as deep as possible to ensure insemination. I wanted to savor the taste of the liquid life-juice being propelled out of his piss slit into my boy-hungry gullet, so I collected as much of it as I could after the initial gushes, to swirl around, getting the sense and measure and bouquet of my boy-joy-fuck-buddy. As he shot his last load into my mouth and sighed, I stood up and grabbed him behind the head and forcefully shoved my erect tongue into his mouth, and snogged some of his own '18-year old' load into his mouth. He sucked at my mouth snake and almost ripped it out by the root with the suction of post-orgasmic horniness. I knew we had made a whole lot of noise but I prayed that nobody had entered the final phases of my epic BJ. My worst fears were realized as I heard a gruff giggle just outside the door of our love cubicle and two whispered voices. We froze and held our combined after-BJ breath. "Sounds like somebody is in there having fucking sex," the first voice said. "Jesuz it sounds hot. Do you think they would let us join in?" I heard a shuffling noise and then a face, that I judged to be about 18, appeared under the cubicle door. He had lively green eyes and scruffy stubble that covered his handsome, butt-chinned jaw. "You guys sound hot. Mind if we join you?" * * * I knew that I had a limited window. Sooner or later somebody was going to walk into this bathroom and we would all be fucked and not in the nicest way. Besides that my wife and Blondie's parents would soon be looking for us and the last thing I wanted to do was leave my own needs unattended. I quickly opened the cubicle door, eliciting another furious blush from my recently relieved young friend. Two hunky Afrikaans boys jostled their way in. They were both built like brick shithouses and sported grins from here to kingdom come. The first one had to be about 5'11" and the second one was a stocky 5'7", just my size, but twice as broad. They were handsome suntanned blokes, not your typical boy-on-boy encounter, but seemed up for a bit of fun. The cubicle was bursting at the seams, much like an over-stuffed sardine can, but with the best possible content. The blonde boy was overcome when the bigger of the two boys swung him around and started eating his hairy blonde butt out, so he hastily pulled his pants up and whispered an excuse, and exited the cubicle post-haste. I didn't even get a chance to whisper a goodbye as I heard him all but dash out of the empty restroom outside. The other two were not so shy and immediately pulled me to my feet off the throne and started kissing me in a slobbery 3-way that threatened to stop my clock. "Can I fuck you?" the larger of the two boys asked in a stage whisper and I quickly nodded. The shorter boy had other plans and started undoing my belt since I had not had the opportunity to do anything but suck the delicious juice out of my shy blonde friend. He turned me around with my butt facing big boy, who, in the meantime had divested himself of his khaki shorts, to reveal a magnificent uncut cock dripping with anticipation. He wasted no time and put his scruffy face to my asshole and started opening me up with an eager tongue. The short stocky boy had his pants down around his ankles and kneeled on the toilet facing the wall and indicated that he wanted me to fuck him. I reached around his naked waist and gripped his leaking cock while I dived into his hairy pink pucker with my mouth like a starving sailor. There was a fair amount of groaning going on and if anybody had entered the restroom they would have been in no doubt as to what was going down. Short boy seemed to think that I had prepared him enough, found my eager dick with his hand, and guided me to his waiting boy-hole. He pushed himself back onto my drooling cock, which entered him effortlessly, sheathing my length in a velvety, warm glove of boy-chute. Once this had been accomplished, Big Boy proceeded to skewer me on his heroic, uncut piece of Afrikaner 'boerepiel' (farmer cock- Afrikaans cock), which entered me with considerably less ease than I had his companion. He knew how to wield his tool because he waited just long enough to let me get used to the considerable girth before he entered another inch or so. I must admit I was pleasantly distracted by Short Boy who was fucking himself on my own cock by pushing back and forth and rotating his ass in the most delicious way. At last my large fucker was all the way in and we set up an agreeable rhythm of me fucking myself on the young man behind me and then fucking the stocky youth in front of me. The tall virile youth behind me was obviously into it as he was sucking at my neck and nuzzling my ears, and forcing my head around to kiss him passionately. He was reaching frontiers inside my bowels that had never been traversed before as he expertly changed his aim to touch me in a new place each time. I was doing my best to do justice to the boy in front of me as well, who seemed to be quite satisfied with my less enthusiastic ministrations. I tried to still concentrate on stroking his very thick short cock as well and it was like trying to pat your head and rub your tummy at the same time. Not that I was complaining. I was in heaven. I was the filling in a boy sandwich of epic proportions. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, the boy behind me reached around and clasped me, and the boy in front of me to him and enthusiastically started fucking me in earnest. He did it with such force that the chain reaction transferred some of the momentum through my ass, my cock, and into the obliging boy-cunt in front of me and we were effectively both being fucked by the boy-man behind me. He hissed every time he skewered me and the force of being held so tightly between the two of them forced the breath out of me every time. He started grunting as well as hissing so I assumed that he was entering orgasm. "I'm going to cum--" he growled into my ear, which set me off and I felt my own orgasm approach. I knew that boy number two was also going to shoot as I felt his delicious ass begin to contract around my fuck-stick. Our collective worlds literally rocked as we all came at the same time, me from being expertly fucked to orgasm while at the same time being milked from the front by the skilled anus in front of me. There was a fair amount of huffing and puffing going on in that over-occupied cubicle. When everything calmed down a bit if felt that the cock of the boy in front of me was beginning to get soft. I pulled out of him and my fucker did the same. "Ek moet pis," (I must piss) the boy in front of me said and made as if to stand up to urinate in the bowl. I quickly nipped that thought in the bud by pinching his soft cock closed. "Wait," I said. I stood him up and knelt next to the bowl. I guided his soft member to my mouth and sucked the cum off it. I pulled my mouth off his cock long enough to say, "In my mouth," before reconnecting with the delicious hose. This encouraged the young guy to proceed and he let loose with a stream of delicious boy-piss. I gulped it all up greedily. The pale yellow stream tasted of mountain streams and hay, confirming my fantasy that these were two corn-fed blokes from a nearby farm. As I caught the last drops, the other boy pulled me to my feet and kissed me passionately, sucking his companion's piss from my mouth. He then knelt in front of me and took my now soft cock in his mouth and nodded to me. My relief knew no bounds as I released my flow into his handsome mouth and his beautiful lips worked around my dick to ease me of my urinary burden. He then stood up and pulled both me and his friend (brother?) closer and we ended the perfect encounter with a kiss. I could face the mall again. * * * That afternoon I sat in the lounge on my favorite armchair. There was sport on the TV but I was looking at the guys and not the ball. My favorite part was when somebody scored and the hunky sportsmen grabbed each other and even kissed, even if it was just a passionate peck on the cheek, or sometime, when the moment was too big, on the mouth. Often they picked each other up and in the melee, a crotch or a butt cheek was exposed and I could only imagine what went on behind the scenes when thousands of sports fans weren't looking on. I imagined being a fly on the wall in the dressing room afterward or at the bar when they celebrated their wins. One thing I knew for sure: I had a whole new perspective on what boys got up to, and although 'Christmas comes but once a year,' I was determined to do better than that. As far as I was concerned, every day could be Christmas! __________________ Hit me up at landingben@gmail.com with any comments! I'd love to hear from you!