Date: Fri, 23 Jul 2021 15:03:20 +1200 From: Ben Highlander Subject: My Brother's Keeper 5- A breakfast of Note Why not donate to nifty? They do so much to keep us happy. _____________________________ "It is biiig, and beautiful." He opened his mouth and licked from my balls all the way up along my shaft to the tip. He pulled it down, peeling the foreskin back and took the resulting crystalline drop that burped out of the tip, on his tongue. "A lot like Mr Hennie's," he volunteered. "But his snake is even bigger." _____________________________ Well, that was unexpected. I had a snap decision to make, but it didn't take long. The one thing about the whole scenario that bothered me was a niggling feeling of guilt about Hennie, but this changed everything. I decided to go with it and think about the consequences later. My body was crying out for some pleasure and I was only too happy to answer. I lifted Mpho up off the floor and put my hand behind his head and went in for a kiss. I was keen to find out what his luscious lips tasted like and if they were anything like Ntombi's they would be worth it. I wasn't disappointed. His breath was sweet and his kisses sweeter. We went for broke and pashed as if our lives depended on it. He devoured my mouth and our tongues wrestled each other like a pair of mating snakes. We stepped right in close and ground our dripping cocks together. I had my arms around him, one around his neck and one around his tight, muscular waist. He embraced me identically but in a mirror image. It was hott, and especially because it was 1. totally out of character for me and 2. totally unexpected. Everything about this man turned me on. My hand travelled up his back and felt his muscular neck, inching up to his tight little black curls, rough under my fingers. I shoved his head closer, our faces mashing into each other, and sucked his tongue into my mouth and nursed roughly on it, trying to swallow it. We alternated this manoeuvre a couple of times, as our straining dicks ground into each other. I disentangled myself from his mouth and arms and slid down his body. I lifted his shirt up in front and found his right nipple which stood on end like a small eraser. My hand caressed down his chest, feeling the impressive ledge of his pecs and fondling the supple muscle roughly. His hand behind my neck encouraged me to go rough and I did. The proximity of my face to his armpits allowed the virile scent that emanated from there to assault my nostrils. I lifted his arm up and rooted in the moist hollow under his right arm like a hog searching for truffles. I rubbed my face in the perspiration that I found there, marking myself with his scent. I had never been so turned on by a smell before and I wanted to bottle it and wear it. All the while I was playing with his nipple, rubbing it between my thumb and forefinger. His groans resounded through his chest as I returned to sucking and nibbling his sexy black nipples, perched like ebony coins on the ledge of his chest. He pulled my face away from feasting on his body and returned the body worship. He started in my neck, under my ears and long-licked me from my collar bone, ending in my ear hole. Once there he drove me mad with his wet, probing tongue. Meanwhile, he had found my left nipple with his fingers and hummed in amusement and surprise when he discovered it was pierced. He fiddled with the half-ring and twisted it gently, testing my responses and intensifying his efforts when I groaned ecstatically. Meanwhile, his little nibbles and sucks on my neck had me close to ejaculating hands-free. He sensed my hair-trigger and took me by the hand and dragged me to the couch in the lounge room next door. We quickly ripped our clothes off and he laid me back on the couch. Next, he lowered himself on me with his face at my crotch and his beautiful black dick poised over my mouth. But instead of taking my dick in his mouth as I expected, he pulled my legs towards my head and lunged at my exposed hole and proceeded to lick gently around it. Shivers made their way up from my ass and up my thighs. His gleaming black ass was similarly in reach and I pulled him back onto my face. The clean earthy pheromones emanating from that moist privacy were mind-alteringly erotic. When I started rooting at his sphincter with my tongue he squatted over my mouth, giving me free access so that my tongue penetrated into the velvety inner ring of his asshole which relaxed in pleasure and pulsated around my lips and tongue as I french-kissed his hole. His attentions to my anus didn't flag and we munched each other out like men possessed. I worked my arms in between his legs and moved him back. His pendulous nuts drooped on my face and I licked at them, pulling one huge orb into my mouth while I played with his black pole, sliding the supple skin back over the moistly gleaming head, pink in the morning light and contrasting so starkly with his ebony cock-shaft. Meanwhile, he had taken my dick in his warm mouth and I gasped in ecstatic shock as he plunged it down his throat to the hilt. He swallowed and I instinctively thrust my hips forward to go deeper. He inched his big black cock backwards and I got the message to take it in my mouth. The tip was leaking sweet precum and I sucked on it for a moment before reciprocating by deepthroating his man-pole. We both felt the urgency of our sexual excitement and started fucking each other's throats rhythmically. I knew I wouldn't last long and I hoped he would cum with me. I felt that familiar ache in my thighs that heralded a world-shattering orgasm and his frantic groans around my cock indicated he was also about to shoot. At the exact moment I started to ejaculate down his pulsing throat, he also thrust his hips forward and unloaded his warm spooge down mine. I pushed his hips up so I could take it in my mouth to taste it. I savoured the gushing cum from his cock and I was shocked at the quantity. In the meantime, my dick was getting sensitive but he resisted my attempts to push him off, to suckle on the last dribbles that he could extract. He got off the couch to turn around and lay full length on me, his handsome face close to mine. He gently kissed me, his cum-flavoured tongue only teasing mine. Then he rested his head on my shoulder and melted into me. Our warm, post-orgasmic bodies melted together and I felt a rush of affection for this generous lover. "Ngokuzayo ngifuna ukukukhipha ngeqhude lami elikhulu," he whispered in my ear. (Next time I want to fuck you with my big cock.) "En ek wil jou ook met my wit mamba naai," I countered. (And I also want to fuck you with my white mamba.) Our delirium evaporated when a bell-like voice shattered the silence. A knock resounded from the front door. "Helloooo?" Another insistent knock followed again immediately. She tried the handle. "Helloooo?" We both shot up and retrieved our clothes. Mpho didn't bother to dress but silently disappeared out the back door. "Hold on, I'm not dressed yet," I answered. "I was just about to have a shower." "Hurry, I brought breakfast," Sussie answered. "I'll sit on the stoep and enjoy the morning air." "I won't be a minute," I said as I rushed into the bedroom to turn on the shower. Luckily Freek had gas so the water was warm instantly. I silently washed the wonderful smell of sex off me and dried quickly. With regret, I brushed the lovely taste of Mpho's sperm from my mouth and resolved to replenish it again soon. I dressed more slowly, resolving to calm down and just enjoy the after-sex glow a bit more. Sussie could wait a bit longer. It was a beautiful morning and although it was kind of her to come around, it was early and I didn't invite her. To be honest I felt a bit of resentment cloud what only yesterday I would have thought would be excitement. At the funeral, I was quite charmed by her attention, but her feminine presence seemed a bit...intrusive just right now. Finally, I was dressed and I took a deep breath and walked to the front door. When I started unlocking I heard her mildly irritated voice through the door. "Finally! What took you so long?" She added a belated giggle to mask her irritation. As the door swung open, a vision of female beauty greeted me. Her gleaming blonde locks cascaded down her shoulders and her surprisingly dark eyes contrasted starkly with the flourish of freckles across her nose. She wore no make-up but she didn't need to. She stepped up to me and stood on her tiptoes to kiss me on the cheek. "Morning sleepyhead," she tinkled and slipped by me, briskly making her way to the kitchen where she deposited the basket she carried on the kitchen table. "I hope you haven't eaten yet," she inquired with raised eyebrows as she unpacked what can only be described as a minor banquet before me. "I had some cereal," I mumbled apologetically, "but I'm still hungry." I almost added "I promise," like a school boy that was trying to win the favour of a strict but friendly teacher. "I'm sure you'll be able to manage some more," she answered, and the implication that it was expected of me to comply, clear in the tone. "Come, sit down," she commanded genially, as she delicately plonked a clean white plate onto a crisp porcelain blue placemat, both of which also magically appeared from her basket, a bit like Mary Poppins and her enchanted bag. I was mildly surprised when she didn't come to measure me with her tape and declare me to be "extremely stubborn and suspicious." "Aren't you going to eat anything?" I inquired, alarmed at the prospect that I was required to imbibe the totality of the feast that expectantly awaited me. "I had a slice of toast and some tea," she countered, her tone communicating her obvious satiation at the huge meal that was sure to constitute. "Mmm," I mumbled, sitting down and contemplating the task of doing justice to what I was about to receive, for which it turned out, I was truly thankful. She looked at me as I dug into freshly-baked bread that she had deposited, buttered, on my plate. The breakfast was a trifle continental for my taste, being an unwilling farm boy,l but I wasn't complaining. The variety of scones, rolls, croissants and various spreads and jams was sure to be satisfactory. "I didn't want to bring warm food, because I didn't want it to get cold and yuck," she said as if reading my mind. "Hasn't Mpho arrived yet?" she asked, a small frown creasing her unblemished brow. I swallowed the bit of vetkoek (fat cake, a deep-fried dough, in this case, stuffed with savoury mince) and stuffed with mince that I was trying to devour, which gave me a moment to think about my answer. He was here but I asked him to come later so I could sleep a bit longer. I mentally crossed my fingers. "Mmm," was all she said, a puzzled look flitting across her eyes. "I hope you have rested now because I want to take you shopping." I almost choked because I had just taken a huge mouthful of coffee to accompany a mouth-watering chunk of something-or-other. "Noooo, no, no-no-no, I'm not going shopping. If I'm going to be on the farm, I'm going to contribute my share. I promised Freek that I would join him to repair fences as soon as I properly woke up." Her petite eyebrows shot up into her hairline. "Yup, and it's already getting late. I don't want to keep him waiting." "Freek has all the help he needs, you know that. How were you going to get to him? Do you know exactly where he is?" I felt like a deer trapped in the headlights. I did not know where he was, and I hadn't considered going to him so I had no idea how I would get there. "Typical dorpsjapie," (city slicker) she giggled. "Ask one of the workers, he will have told them where he's going. Do you still remember how to ride?" she snorted. "Or you could take a scrambler" (off-road motorbike). "I thought you hated farming." I wasn't enjoying this little interrogation and the small traps I perceived along the way. I was grateful for the breakfast but it felt like the price was a little too dear. "Thanks for the breakfast, Sussie..." "...Susan," she corrected me. "Thanks for the breakfast, Susan, it was kind of you to come round. Now that I have been fortified, I want to start making my contribution to the farm.... Any idea where Hennie is today?" I asked as an afterthought. I wanted to see him and I was keen to bring up the subject of Mpho and his knowledge of Mr Hennie's big white snake. This woman was a whirlwind because I had hardly put down my napkin and the remains of the breakfast disappeared as miraculously as it had appeared. "Gmf," she grumped, "Hennie already had you yesterday afternoon after the funeral, and now you're off to go and farm or find Hennie and I have to be satisfied with providing you with breakfast." "Sussie...Susan... I'm grateful, but seeing you as a young woman is a new experience for me, whereas Hennie has always been my friend. Let me land slowly, I promise I'll make time to see you when I'm more at home." I immediately regretted succumbing to her guilt-trip and knew I would pay for my lame promise later. "That's all right," she smiled warmly. "I'll hold you to it. How about we go sit by the river this evening at sunset? It's a beautiful day and it's bound to be cooler after the heat." "Can I just see what Shawnie and Freek have planned?" I demurred. "They were talking about having a braai (BBQ over an open fire) together to get to know each other a bit better." I mentally resolved to send them a text and make that suggestion to make sure I had an excuse. I didn't want to be caught out by this sly young woman because sy is nie onder `n kalkoen uitgebroei nie. (literally- wasn't incubated by a turkey- She's not stupid). She coyly rolled her eyes and feigned hurt feelings. "Ek sal maar die minute wees." (I will just have to be the least- Take a back seat) I decided not to fall for her manipulation again. She brightened up. "Maybe I can join the three of you. You'll only be a third wheel." Now that was a cryptic statement if I ever heard one. 1. Why would I be `a third wheel'? And 2. If it means what I thought it meant, did the whole region know about Shawnie and Freek? "Thanks for coming by with your delicious breakfast, Susan. It is much appreciated," I said, ushering her towards the front door. "Here, let me carry your basket to the car." As she drove off in a cloud of dust, I sent a text to Freek and Shawnie. "I told Susie we were having a braai tonight to get to know each other better. She wants to come. Please, if she asks, say `no'." Then I sent another to Hennie. "What you up to?" I immediately got a `crying with laughter' emoji back from Shawnie. Freek must be too busy. My phone buzzed again. Hennie replied: "I'm fixing fences with Freek. It's on our boundary line. You gonna come?" and a wink emoji. "He tells me we're having a braai with you tonight. Should I invite Susie?" And `crying with laughter' emoji. "I'm on my way," I replied. "Don't b fucking clever." _________________________ Email me on landingben@gmail.com with comments. I'd love to hear from you.