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An Adder in Pofadder
I am William Wang an actuary. I got the short straw and had to run a workshop for insurance brokers and salespeople in Springbok in the Northern Cape.
The small plane was thrown around in the turbulence as it descended into Upington Airport, and I was pleased when we touched down. I collected a hire car, briefly looked at the map, and started my journey to Upington. I planned to stop in Pofadder for the night. Pofadder (Afrikaans for a "puff adder" a venomous snake) is a small town in the province and an important centre in the region known as Bushmanland. The surrounding districts are arid, sparsely populated, rugged and picturesque. Life in these remote rural towns is hard, especially for poor people.
There wasn't much crop farming and local farmers ran sheep or goat farms for a living. As a tourist destination, it isn't spectacular to rival the spring flowers of the coastal regions of Namaqualand, but it is attractive for biologists and conservationists, and people with an interest in its remarkable diversity of often-tiny xerophytes and animal life. Pofadder is well situated off the N14, and the hotel was a perfect stopover after a long day and a great spot from which to launch the next day's journey. It took about two hours to arrive, and I arrived just before dark. I was shown to my spacious room which had recently been refurbished and lay on the double bed to catch my breath.
There were five people in the well-stocked pub. The barman behind the bar counter was young and took my order immediately. I struck up a conversation with a guy selling veterinary medicines. He was on a two-week trip visiting small outposts. Two education officers from the capital, Kimberley, were evaluating the local school. I didn't establish what the other two men were doing. The manager came into the pub and invited us into the dining room. He had presence and caught my eye. There was a limited locally inspired menu, and I chose the lamb chops and vegetables which was an excellent choice. He was a tall man and looked a little out of place waiting on tables. He greeted me with a heavy Afrikaans accent:
"Good evening, Sir welcome to Pofadder, I hope you will enjoy your stay here. I am Marius Visser the manager, please don't hesitate to ask if we can make your stay more comfortable."
He shook my hand, and I noticed how big his hands were. He wore a tight white shirt with a name tag on, and his tight-fitting trousers showed off his bulge. He was very camp and my gaydar was sending affirmative signals. The information sheet I had read in the room said that the hotel was owned by Dominee Hendrik Visser, one of the ministers at the local Dutch Reformed Church and assumed that Marius was his son. The hotel served a delicious malva pudding for dessert, and the custard was homemade. The coffee was top-class, and I wasn't sorry I had stopped over.
I felt a little self-conscious for a moment as the only person of Chinese origin. My great-grandparents had come to South Africa to work in the mines, and I was born and schooled in South Africa, but I felt like an outsider. Marius was the perfect host, and he went from table to table offering a complimentary liqueur to each guest. By eight-thirty the guests had left the dining room, so I got up and went to my room to watch soccer on TV.
There was a knock at the door at around nine. I had changed into my sleep shorts, and I pulled on a T-shirt on as I opened the door. It was Marius who filled the door frame. He had a bottle of liqueur in his hand and a couple of glasses:
"Sorry to disturb you, Mr Wang. Would you like another liqueur on the house?"
"Thank you so much, Marius. I would love another, thanks. Why don't you come in and join me?"
He entered, put the glasses on the dresser, and poured the liqueur. We sat on the bed next to each other and drank it, I told him more about myself. I loved the masculine smell of his body mixed with deodorant and I found that erotic. I switched to Afrikaans and surprised him with my fluency, I told him that my best friend Willem was Afrikaans. And that I spent much of my primary school years at their house. I had two older brothers, but we were never that close.
Marius said that he had dropped out of university. His father wanted him to study business, and he failed the dismally but aced the one astronomy course he took. Astronomy was his passion, but his father forced him to return home to work at the hotel.
Marius invited me onto the veranda to look at the night sky over Pofadder. It was spectacular and he pointed out Orion and other constellations. He towered behind me with one hand on my shoulder, and an electrical charge went through my body. We returned to our places on the bed. I noticed his erection. Empowered by a recent encounter in Kruger Park, I put my hand on his thigh. He didn't push my hand away as I rubbed his thigh. Marius was much bolder and put his hand on my erect dick, and I knew where things were heading.
He told me he was given the nickname "Adder" at university not because he came from Pofadder, but because of an incident in the locker rooms after a rugby practice. He had chubbed up, maybe because there were so many naked men, and probably because of the odours and heat of the moment. One guy said it was the biggest dick he had seen and the next thing they were all calling him "Adder." I laughed, as I told him that they called me "Whopper Willy" at school because of the size of my dick and that my older brothers made me show their friends the size of my dick. That got a laugh out of Marius.
I unzipped Marius' trousers and said that I have to see. He pulled his pants off. His dick was big, probably bigger than mine, and it was embedded in blondish-brown pubic hair.
"Jou beurt (Your turn)," Marius said.
I pulled out my dick and Marius was impressed, and he said that he thought that Chinese men had small dicks. I laughed and told him that there has always been the myth that Westerners have bigger penises, and their sexual ability is better. But that wasn't true. "As you can see."
"A Hong Kong study proved that Chinese men have no reason to feel inferior about the size of their penises, they showed that local men measured up to others elsewhere in the world below the belt," I said.
Marius apologised and probably thought that he had offended me. I laughed and said that I had heard this story often. I leaned over and took his dick into my mouth and licked his glans, he placed his hands behind him and leaned back moaning in a satisfied way. I couldn't get his entire dick down my mouth, but I knew I was pleasing him as I played with his balls.
"My beurt (My turn)," he said as he went down to engulf my dick.
He started by licking my head as if it were a lollipop and then sucked my head. I held his head gently and ran my fingers through his blond hair. I closed my eyes, and I was ecstatic. I could have ejaculated at that moment, and I made sure I didn't. I pulled Marius up and I stripped off his white shirt. He had light blond chest hairs and wasn't too hairy, and I sucked his nipples. He lifted my head and kissed me deeply. He pulled off my T-shirt and ran his hands across my hairless chest. He also played with my hair and kissed and licked my ears.
I pushed this huge rugby player onto the bed and had half my body over him and we continued to kiss and rub our dicks against each other. I felt his precum leaking onto me and that aroused me even more.
"Do you think I could spend the night with you Willy?" Marius asked while we wrestled on the bed.
And I replied: "That would be super." At that moment, I realised I did not get the short straw and that my trip to Springbok was working out perfectly.
I told Marius that my first sexual experience was with Wille on camp. After a long afternoon of endless activities, a campfire concert, and communal showers, Willem and I found ourselves alone in our room. I noticed how he looked at me, his eyes fixed on my dick. We climbed into our beds wearing our undies and he switched off the lights. Willem asked me if I wanked, and I told him that I did, "twice a day at least" I said.
He told me that he started masturbating two years ago and couldn't get enough and that he was hard talking about it. I told him that I was hard as well, and I got out bed and joined him in his. Willem put his arm around me and pulled me close and put his hand around my erect dick and began wanking me. It felt good having someone else's hand on my dick, and I stretched out to touch his dick.
Willem went down on me and started to suck my dick. I had never experienced this before and the warmth of his mouth on my dick made me even more randy. I had to stop him or I would have shot my load then. I went down and took his dick into my mouth, the precum tasted sweet. Willem asked me to watch out for my teeth as it hurt. I made sure to use my lips and felt his dick throb before he shot into my mouth. I loved the taste of his cum and swallowed it. He came up and gave me a light kiss and then he went down and sucked me until I shot in his mouth.
It wasn't long before we moved into a 69 position and got to suck each other at the same time. It was unbelievable, I had never met such a gentle and sensitive partner. I played with his head and enjoyed the taste of his precum. His tongue made me respond and I could have ejaculated at any moment. I loved the way Marius played with my foreskin. We ejaculated at almost the same time, and I swirled his cum in my mouth, and we exchanged some of the cum with each other when we kissed.
We lay talking on the bed and I asked Marius if he had watched any Monty Python, which hadn't but I told him about a scene in the "Life of Brian" about a "Biggus Dikkus". I said that we should be proud of our big dicks, and he agreed. We are a rare species I added, and Marius said that we are well equipped to become porn stars.
He told me his parents allowed him to sleep at his cousin Jakob's place on Saturday nights when he was young. He had a TV in his room as well as an ensuite bathroom. Marius said that his first sexual experience happened on one sleepover when they were around eleven years old. They had just finished watching a Harry Potter movie and lying in Jakob's double bed.
"The house was quiet once we switched off the TV. We lay there on our backs, and I took his hand, his hand was soft, and this caused an electrical impulse to flow through my body. He then asked me if I knew what masturbation was and I said no, and I then asked if he could show me. He said it was fantastic, and he stuck his hand into my pyjama pants and took hold of my dick which was hard. He told me to relax and then started to wank me. I said it felt good and it wasn't long before my body shuddered, and I came and experienced an incredible feeling. I then tried it on him, I took hold of his cut dick and slowly did what he did to me. He groaned with pleasure and his body trembled as he came. He then leaned over and gave me a deep kiss. We moved closer and held each other. We kissed for a while and fell asleep in each other's arms. I had to get up early the next morning and go to Church with my parents."
Marius' story made me hornier, and my hand was on his dick, as I slowly wanked him as he spoke. He moved towards me and gave me a deep kiss. He also reached down and began to wank me. I wanked him and we both came on our stomachs. Then Marius licked up my cum and I did the same with his. We kissed and Marius snuggled up behind me. We fell asleep and I am sure that I dreamt about him.
The next morning, I woke up with Marius under the covers sucking my sick. I felt so good to be woken up like that, and it wasn't long before I shot off in his mouth. It was early and Marius had to get his staff going. So, we showered together, and I got to taste his cum one more time. Marius asked me to stop over at the hotel on my return trip to Upington, he assured me that not all guests got the treatment I got. I like Marius' approach to life, I appreciated his gentleness and assured him I would see him in a few days.
I saw Marius at breakfast, he wore a crisp white shirt and tight black trousers. He greeted me with a wide smile and pulled out my chair at the table. He asked me if I had a good night, and I said: "Excellent." He took my order and disappeared, and I wondered if a serious relationship between us would work.
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