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This story is of adult friendships that become sexual, it is loosely based in truth but embellished with fantasy.
I've got a list of Australianisms and their definitions here to help non-Aussies decipher the slang.
Australianisms:
Dunnies = toilets/bathroom etc.
Arvo = Afternoon
Footy = Specifically AFL or NRL, Rugby Union
Boardies = Swim shorts
Thongs = Flip-flops
Swag = camping mattress with waterproof cover, for sleeping under the stars
Esky = Cooler
Rank = Disgusting, gross etc.
The Local = The local pub or club, every Australian town has at least 1 local pub.
Bogan = Similar in definition to redneck, but probably closer to "White Trash".
Snags = beef or pork sausages
Lynx deodorant = overseas it's called Axe I think.
Tradie = Tradesman e.g. electrician, carpenter etc. but can be used to refer to any manual labourer.
Old Fella = slang for dick
I woke up Saturday morning to the smell of burnt toast and fresh coffee.
Ryan's an early riser, somehow the maniac survives on 4 to 5 hours of sleep.
I got up just wearing my Tradie brand boxer briefs and a t-shirt and stumbled into the kitchen
Bright sun was shining in through all the windows, it was glorious.
I found Ryan sitting at the table.
He still had no shirt on and was now in a new pair of forty shorts.
"How'd you pull up?" he said looking up from what appeared to be my phone.
He raised his right eyebrow twice and grinned.
"not too bad, swag was nice and comfy" I said as I sat across from him "is that my phone?" I asked, not too worried about what Ryan might see.
"Sure is, mine's got no service remember."
"right yeah, course"
"Don't worry, bobby. I'm not looking at your dirty porn stash...not yet" he winked and laughed "nah mate, I've just been on with Max about the plan of attack for today."
My stomach dropped and I felt a hint of that old shame.
What if the boys find out about last night? What if Ryan tells them!?
I really didn't want to be humiliated in front of a bunch of straight guys, and with no immediate escape possible, I wasn't feeling real good about what might happen.
"hey umm, about last night..." I started.
Ryan must have sensed my worry.
"What happened last night is between you and me." he paused "And Ada, once I get home and tell her." he smiled again but his face quickly changed to show his seriousness.
"I wouldn't betray you like that Bobby. Come on."
"Thanks Ryan, it's just, you're the first person who has met the "real me"."
"Well shit Bobby, for real?!" Ryan looked surprised "you haven't told anyone else?"
"You know, all my old friends ditched me, you and the boys are my mates now."
Ryan looked into my eyes, like he was weighing up something in his mind.
"what a way to come out...with a hot load of my cum in your mouth." he grinned that cheeky grin.
"fuck off, you liked it" I retorted laughing as well now.
"fuck yeah I did"
I stood to prepare a cup of tea and some toast.
"that toaster's fucked by the by, if you want half burnt toast go ahead" Ryan stood up and approached me "listen mate, I won't tell the boys nothing, not about what happened last night and not about you being gay" he put his hand on my shoulder.
His sincerity was plain.
I wasn't sure how to react.
"But I don't think you give the boys enough credit, you might be surprised, they're good lads."
"It's just hard, you know." I couldn't stop myself from looking at the ground.
"You just need to get them naked in the gang shower, that'll do it!" Well the sincerity certainly didn't last!
"Hey you were the one who invited me into that naked shower." I snapped back to myself.
"You're not wrong." he laughed as he handed me my phone.
"The boys are on their way back to the turn off. Richo dropped the Skyline back home and they're now in Max's Hilux.
We should head back to the turn off and see if we can move some of those fallen trees."
"Righto" I said, abandoning my attempt at toast and draining my mug of tea. "Let's roll, but I gotta piss first."
I headed to the trough in the dunnies, Ryan followed.
I had my hand down my boxers when Ryan stepped up next to me, needlessly close.
I fished my dick out and let loose.
Ryan however, just stared down at my dick.
"umm." I started.
Without looking up Ryan said "you piss through the skin too? You don't pull your foreskin back to piss?"
"Sometimes, usually when I'm at a public toilet I'll skin it back to be a bit more accurate. Fucking hate those last drops sitting in my foreskin, fucking rank." I screwed up my face.
By now I'd finished, and Ryan was just looking at my dick.
It responded by plumping considerably.
Ryan spoke then.
"You mind helping me out here bud, You aren't the only cunt who needs a piss."
"what?! your fucking hands don't work?!" I laughed and stuffed my plump member back into my boxers.
"I just wanted to let you have a little more time 'exploring' before the boys get here."
My guts flip flopped again
Shit, he's committed to it, I'll give him that!
I smiled what I hoped was akin to his cheeky grin and got on my knees.
The smell of fresh piss and urinal cakes from the trough hit my nostril as I I grabbed the waistband of his footy shorts and slid them down all the way.
No undies.
Ryan's dickwas soft, kinda scrunched up, obviously sitting unused all morning.
I slowly put my fingers around his shaft, it was warm, and silky.
I loved the way his skin was loose while he was soft.
Fuck me dead!
"come on bobby, I'm fucking busting. Aim that shit!"
Before I had time to react fully, Ryan's foreskin inflated slightly as hot piss came streaming out, it splashed onto my hands and arms and I quickly aimed his dick into the trough.
I watched with fascination and lust as piss flowed freely from the tip.
I could feel the pressure through his foreskin.
Ryan let out a huge sigh, and then a deep fart.
I chuckled but my own dick was as hard as diamonds now.
As his piss stream dribbled to an end I skinned his foreskin back a few times and milked the last few drops out.
I replaced his skin back over his nob and leant back to admire it.
"shit you really are keen on my dick aren't you" he laughed "sorry I pissed on you a bit... Unless you like that?"
I laughed and then sniffed my hands. "Maybe, but I might just dip under the shower real quick, just in case."
I pulled off my shirt and then felt Ryan's hand grope my dick over my tented boxer briefs.
"You are hard as a rock Bobby boy" he pulled my dick downward and allowed it to spring back "Will the monster calm down by the time we catch up with the boys?"
"oh yeah no worries there"
He grabbed the waistband of my boxers and slid them down slowly, his eyes on my dick the whole time.
As the fabric passed my nob my dick sprung up, free from its confines, a string of pre-cum stretched down to the floor.
"fuck me dead!" Ryan breathed as he took a hold of my shaft and gave it a squeeze "I've never really felt up another dick before. Last night was only the second time I've jerked off another bloke."
"The second time?" I asked, taken aback.
"That's a story for later, right now you gotta go get yourself under a cold shower, mate" he said as he let go of my dick, then gave it a playful slap. "Hurry up, cunt!".
Ryan bent to pick up his forty shorts but I was quicker, and kicked them over near the entrance.
"Ooh fuck you Bobby, you just trying to keep perving on me"
"Yep! But you started it!"
Ryan chuckled and walked playfully over to his shorts and bent over, exposing his butt hole and the back side of his junk.
Still laughing I jumped under the spray of a cold shower head.
It was like I was dreaming, my mind was swimming with lust and anxiety.
The cold shower helped.
20 minutes later me and Ryan were driving back toward the highway turn off.
Fully clothed and back to our normal joking around.
About 150 metres from the main road, a large, young looking gum tree had fallen across the road.
Split diagonally up the trunk, strong winds maybe?
The air was strong with the scent of eucalyptus as I got out of the cruiser.
The smell of raw eucalyptus wood is so specific, coupled with the smell of the rain and mud. Aussie bushland, It's kind of magical honestly.
The sun was shining through the patchy cloud cover left over from last night.
Ryan bust out his emergency kit which contained a decent hack saw and began severing the awkward tree limbs, I shifted them off the road.
Together we lifted the main trunk and tossed it into the bushland.
There were a few smaller trees and bushes to clear as well.
It was nearing 11.30am when we called it "good enough" and cracked some cold ones to chill until the boys came through.
Just as I lifted the bottle of Carlton Draught to my lips, a dark grey Toyota Hilux turned off the main road and onto the dirt, well mud mostly, road we just cleared.
The Hilux pulled up next to Ryan and I as we sat on an esky at the side of the road.
The window rolled down slowly, in that manner that power windows have,
and Max's handsome face appeared, plastered with a shit eating grin.
"How much for a Cleveland steamer?" he joked.
The boys in the car were laughing and carrying on.
"For you nasty gronks, it's gonna be extra" Ryan replied without missing a beat.
Wally leaned over Max, pulled his sunglasses down suggestively and looked straight at me.
"How much for the chubby one." he said with a wink
I smiled like a dickhead.
I was struggling for a comeback when Ryan saved me.
"Oh honey, you couldn't afford him, he's top shelf." fully committed to the bit.
Max and Wally both start laughing.
I see Richo in the back with his toothy grin.
"We'll meet you cunts down at the gate". Ryan said and gestured up the road "Bobby and I just finished clearing the way for you soft ones."
"Righto mate!" Wally said with sarcasm "Wasn't my decision to take the sports car to a rural property."
I could hear Richo complaining in the back, couldn't hear the specifics but he was going off.
Max chuckled once more, sighed and then rolled up his window as they pulled off towards the camp property.
Ryan and I finished our beers then jumped back in the cruiser.
He punched in the code for the boys, then we followed them in.
It wasn't long until we were back at the campsite and pulling up to the amenities block.
Max and Wally were unloading bags and eskies from the Hilux as I hoped out of the Cruiser.
"Where'd you boys sleep last night?" Wally asked as he shouldered a duffle bag and picked up his load of luggage.
He looked around at the sodden and muddy parking area.
I reached the door to the amenities block and held the door open.
"Mate, we were lucky we didn't need a boat" Ryan said, another opened beer in his hand, where did he pull that from!
"Nah, mate, nah, we just used the multi-purpose room.
Better than some of the hostels I stayed in when I was in Europe, I reckon."
Ryan, Wally, Max and I unpacked their supplies and got them sorted.
Richo was nowhere to be found.
Ryan must have read my mind.
"Where the fuck is Admiral Goober?!" he asked to the group, using a nick name that Richo absolutely hated.
Max spoke up as we all sat at the table in the kitchen.
He handed me a beer and continued at length "when we pulled up he said he needed to shit, shower and shave."
Ryan took a deep swig of his beer and looked thoughtful for a moment.
"What the fuck is he shaving for? He's got less facial hair than Wally's ex, wot-ser-name." Ryan clicked his fingers as he tried to remember.
I was mid sip, and almost choked as I laughed out loud.
Ryan looked at me quickly and then back to the boys.
Wally looked perturbed but replied all the same, "Layla".
"That's the one, no offence Wal, but she was a..." he paused to choose his words "piece of work."
"putting it fucking mildly!" Wally retorted "I'd have called her a massive cunt to be honest" he bellowed and thumped the table.
I didn't get on too well with Richo, and Ryan knew it but Richo wasn't a bad dude or anything, he was just a lot younger than us and sometimes he could be a bit full of himself.
He and I just never really clicked, but that's ok, that's how friend groups are sometimes.
As long as there is mutual respect for the group it shouldn't be a problem.
That being said, he did have a habit of picking on me, I'm an easy target, I rarely have a snappy comeback and struggle defending myself in the heat of the moment.
I have been getting better since spending more time with the boys, it's hardened my skin a bit.
Max postured "I think he's shaving his chest and junk." he sipped his beer and looked away as if this wasn't an absurd thing.
"Who the fuck is he doing that for?!" Ryan guffawed!
"Ain't no bitches around here, and besides, it's boys weekend" again, his eyes flicked over to me briefly.
Richo's voice came from the room next door.
"Maybe I don't like being a fucking neanderthal, ape man like Max and Bob."
He entered the room "Besides, it's only been a "Boys weekend" since Bob showed up last year.
Remember the year we stayed at that caravan park up north and spent the whole weekend at The Local, trying to score with bogan chicks"
He had a big, dumb smile on his face.
I immediately felt uncomfortable, and looked away at the wall.
"Fuck up" Wally chided "You only "showed up" that year yourself, don't act like you're better than Bobby cause you came along 1 year earlier."
Richo opened his mouth to protest but Ryan beat him.
"And if I remember correctly, Admiral Goober, it was only you trying to score with chicks. I was with Ada, Wally was with "she who shall not be named" and Max was too focused on winning that dumb fuckin' meat tray raffle."
We all laughed, except Richo, but he kept grinning like a dumbass so all was well.
"Hey, those steaks and ribs where the best fucking thing you tasted and you know it" Max always had to defend himself, he was pretty handy with a BBQ though.
Max was an odd sort of bloke.
Obviously straight, normal masc hobbies and sticks to those closely.
Footy, carpentry, motorbikes, metal working, gaming and beer.
But aside from that he was really emotionally intelligent, he went through some life threatening illness as a kid and I think it caused him to mature early.
He seemed confident in his sexuality, it appeared effortless.
He never called anyone gay as a derogatory term and was pretty open minded.
He was 27, 5 foot 8.
Broad shouldered and stocky, he was however, fit as fuck.
Whenever I saw him shirtless, I was always shocked at his muscle definition.
He had white, freckly skin and a worker's tan.
Brown short hair and thick body hair all over, I would routinely get lost staring at the tuft of hair sprouting out of his collar.
His face was either tan or flushed, no in-between, it was always fun to see what situations caused Max to flush.
Seeing his whole head and neck turn bright red was funny as shit!
Wally spoke up.
"Well, this has been enlightening, but I wanted to get back to sleeping arrangements, if we could please, gents?" he put on a deep, business-like tone.
"Bobby and I slept in the multi-purpose room last night cause of the rain.
Should be dry on the grassy areas by now.
I'm gonna put my swag out on that small hill opposite us." Ryan pointed in the general direction of the spot.
The camp-site consisted of a large open field, blanketed in short, pale green, coastal grass.
Close to the amenities block, the otherwise flat field hosted a small raised bit of ground, on top of which was a big, ancient looking gum tree.
Definitely a good spot to sleep.
Unless possums live in the tree, oh well.
Hookups for caravans and campers were dotted around the flatter parts of the field.
Over to the left and away a bit was a bunch of private cabins which belonged to some of the wealthier members of the Co-op.
"Max and I were thinking to set up around there too, don't want to be too near the bush and end up with bugs in the swag." Wally commented.
"I also want to be uphill in case it floods" Max barked with laughter.
"Richo? Bobby? Where are you blokes setting up." Ryan questioned.
"I'll just go where you guys go" Richo was looking at his phone.
"Do you guys mind if I stay in the multi purpose room?" I asked
"Nah mate course not" Ryan said quickly.
Richo looked up from his phone then.
"Too soft to sleep outside Bobby Boy?" he smiled and I wanted to punch his face but I instead put a shit eating grin on my face and replied.
"Soft like your dick on the Admiral's maiden voyage?" I felt the adrenaline of confrontation.
Everyone except Richo howled with laughter.
You see, the year before last, Richo's first time on the boys weekend (before it was known officially as the "boys weekend"), he was so keen on banging any bogan Sheila who would have him.
Problem was, the boys had been drinking Captain Morgan's fireball whiskey all day and into the night, so when Richo, who was only 18 at the time, ended up back at this chick's place, he expected to perform, but had a severe case of whiskey dick.
She apparently laughed at his flaccid member.
Ouch!
Anyway in the process of trying to push rope, the fireball came back and he spewed all over her, her bed, and her room.
Richo texted Ryan in the morning, apparently he had woken up naked, still covered in vomit, on some random property close to town, his clothes, phone, wallet, luckily still with him.
The boys reckon the "bogan chick" dumped him and his clothes as close to town as she was willing to travel.
Ryan got the story out of Richo eventually.
In recanting the events, Richo referred to his flaccid dick as his "Goober. " which Ryan found hilarious and thus coined the nickname, Admiral Goober.
Pushing rope while vomiting Captain Morgan's all over some poor woman was worthy of a field promotion, according to Ryan.
I didn't delight in causing him to relive the experience, but it was a good way to get him to back off.
"Fuck you, Bobby." Richo was trying to act like it didn't bother him "probably more action than you ever had!" he laughed sadistically like it was some smoking gun, ace in the hole.
"I don't want that kind of action anyway" as I made a disgusted face.
The boys laughed harder, Richo did finally let out a laugh after a prolonged glance from Ryan.
"Well if he wants to sleep inside, let him" Richo said finally "Just seems like, what's the point of a camping weekend if you're not camping."
Ryan slapped his hand onto Richo's shoulder.
"Are you alright mate?" he said with mock concern "you still got some sand in your vagina from last night's car issues?"
I laughed out loud, we all did.
And the banter continued, Richo backed off and things were going great.
The boys eventually unpacked and set up their swags. I could see them from the window of the multi-purpose room, only about 10 metres away.
I noticed there wasn't a whole lot of room for 4 full swags under the gum tree and Richo somehow ended up with the short straw, his swag was positioned slightly on the decline.
While the boys were setting up I was organising the firepit and BBQ, which was on the opposite side of the amenities block to the small car park.
I could see it as well from my room.
I shut the curtains and continued collecting the bits and pieces I would need.
Many beers, BBQ snags and steaks later we were all sitting around the fire pit.
It was now pitch black out.
"Hopefully it'll stay clear tomorrow and we can go to the river." Ryan said, looking up at the stars.
I couldn't help but look up, it was a sight to behold.
Seeing the night's sky that far from the light pollution of the cities was amazing!
It was about 10pm, I was fairly buzzed by that point.
Max was absent-mindedly chomping on a left over snag and Richo was talking with Ryan about the river.
I yawned "fuck I need to piss!" as I got to my feet.
"Mate, I'm straight fucked" Wally looked up at me, obviously struggling to focus on my face.
"I gotta go to bed, been a long ass day."
He grabbed my hand "fuck mate, I don't think I can stand up" he giggled.
"Will you pick me up and take me with you, I gotta piss like a racehorse, and I needa shower before bed."
I grinned at his pitiful, drunken face "alright mate, let's get you to bed."
I pulled Wally to his feet and he latched onto me in a bear hug.
He smelt AMAZING, like masculine sweat, beer, cooked meat, smoke, BO, Lynx deodorant, FUCK!!
He groped and grabbed my ass and back.
"you're a good mate, you know that, you're a great mate!" he giggled and nuzzled his head into my neck.
I stumbled under his weight and laughed too.
"Goodnight cunts!" he yelled, his head still on my shoulder. "I'm going to have a shower then hit the sack!"
"Night, Wally you dumb cunt!" Max yelled without consideration for volume.
"Night mate, sleep well, we'll try not to wake you." Ryan said.
Ryan looked to me and said "he's pretty fucked up, just watch him.
Probably don't let him shower unless you're also having one.
I'd fucking hate for him to slip.
"yeah, my thinking too mate, I'm not done with the night, I'll get Wally to bed after a piss and some water, right Wally?!"
He nodded his agreement into my shoulder.
As we stumbled back to the amenities block I said to Wally "no shower tonight mate, you can have one in the morning. Let's go take a piss and get you some water and then into your swag, Alright?" doing my best to be calm, comforting and keep my mate well.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" He yelled out into the blackness of the night sky.
"I need to shower, I think I got skiddies" he giggled again then shushed me .
"Just change your jocks! I can't let you have a shower, you'll slip and crack your head open and that'll ruin the whole weekend"
"nah mate, nah, nah, nah, nah, it's cool, it's cool, I know what I'm doing."
We reached the entry room and I felt blinded by the fluorescent bulbs after sitting around a dim fire for so long.
I could see Wally clearly now. He was indeed drunk as fuck.
Wally was 33 years old and a bit of dope.
That's the only way I can explain it.
Don't get me wrong, the dude is intelligent and dedicated.
But he just has a manner that is dopey and lovable.
Like he's everyone's best friend.
As I pushed him along into the gents, he began fiddling with his shirt and before I could say or do anything, he had removed said shirt, flung it behind him and was already starting on his belt buckle.
6 foot, pale skin with a workers tan, a career tradie.
Big and solid, with a slight paunch.
Light brown hair dusted his arms,legs and the centre of his chest.
Some darker fuzz disappeared down into his jeans.
"mate, I'm gonna piss myself." Wally said, starting to sound a bit urgent now.
I reached the trough and stood next to him.
He was still fumbling with his belt buckle and I laughed.
"s'not funny, Bobby, I'm gonna piss me-self."
"Well, what do you want me to do about it?!"
"help me, mate, I'm drunk as fuck. Just undo my buckle pleeeeeease."
He slurred as he turned his head to look at me.
I could see the urgency in his expression.
"alright, alright" I glanced down the block to the entryway, just in case Richo or Max walked in, then reached over to undo Wally's buckle.
"What the fuck Wally, why is this buckle so complicated? Fuck it, face me, dick head."
Wally did as I asked and turned his whole body to me.
"mate, I can't hold it, please" Wally shivered through gritted teeth.
I finally freed his belt buckle but it was too late.
"fuck, no, fuck, noooo!" Wally cried out as a wet patch appeared on the front of his jeans.
"fuck me!" I called out in shock, and without thinking I unzipped his fly, turned him to the trough and reached my hand into his pants to retrieve his dick.
At this point I was acting on impulse.
My sober brain screaming through my drunkenness, what on earth was I doing!?
I felt the force of Wally's stream hit my palm, fuck he really was busting!
Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound.
I grabbed his dick and pulled it free.
Wally then let the floodgates open and piss blasted out of his dick.
I was still holding on to his johnson as I heard him sigh heavily, his arms now limp, swaying slightly in his drunken state.
He had a great dick! I had a good long look while his face was pointed skyward in bladder voiding ecstasy.
Flaccid, it was about 3 inches, maybe 4 inches, uncircumcised!
His skin was partially inflated from the force of his stream, I could tell he had a long foreskin.
I tested my daring by slightly skinning him back and watching the powerful, pungent stream splash out, splitting wildly as the skin moved back and forth over his piss slit.
Fuck!
I let Wally's member go as it started to dribble.
"You can take it from here mate" I said as innocently as I could manage, shaking errant piss drops from my hand.
I then pulled my own dick out, slightly plump, finally letting go of my, also urgent, piss.
Wally stood there, his unbuckled jeans sliding slowly down his legs.
He seemed to regain some of himself and he looked at me then down at my dick.
He smiled and looked back up at my face, still trying to focus his vision.
"fuck! I pissed my pants!" Wally laughed in disbelief.
"fuck me dead." he then grabbed his dick and began squeezing out the last drops.
By now he was effectively naked in front of me.
No shirt and pants around the ankles.
"all good mate, happens to the best of us, no shame" I zipped myself up. "We should probably get you sorted, though.
I looked him up and down.
"Not many mates would do that" he glanced at me through side eyes.
I wasn't sure what he was getting at.
"Richo prolly would have let me piss me pants." his speech still slurred, definitely sounded sleepy now.
I chuckled "Maybe. Come on, mate, let's get you to bed."
"nah I gotta shower now mate, my legs are soaked with piss."
He backed away from the trough awkwardly, his ankles constrained by his pants.
I couldn't leave him, and he was pretty adamant about having this damn shower.
"Alright mate, fuck!
Strip off your jeans and jocks and I'll chuck them in the wash, yeah?"
"Fuck, you're a good mate, Bobby!"
I led him to the bench in the shower room and pulled off his boots, socks, jocks and jeans.
"better?"
"Yeah, and I'm naked." he giggled drunkenly.
"I see that." smiling, I bundled his clothes. "don't start your shower till I get back. Please mate." I used my serious voice.
"yes sir!" Wally replied raising his hand in a salute but his drunkenness took over which resulted in a smack to the face.
I chucked all his clothes in the washer and went to return to the showers, when I found Ryan coming out of the gents.
"Wally is waiting for you" he suppressed a laugh "he says he pissed all over you and his pants?"
"That's surprisingly accurate for a man who was too drunk to undo his belt buckle and pissed in his pants before I.."
"before you grabbed his dick and aimed it for him, right?"
"uh...yeah" I felt sheepish
"you seem to be good at that part" Ryan grinned that shit eating grin again and winked.
We looked into each other's eyes, I could feel the sexual tension and I wished we were alone again.
"BOBBY WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU I'M COLD!!!" Wally yelled from the showers.
Ryan and I both turned our heads towards the gents.
"you better go, don't let him hang around in there forever, he needs to get to bed".
"I'll get him cleaned up and a glass of water before dumping him in his swag."
"Good lad, come back to the pit after, yeah?"
"Yeah definitely" I replied
"You sure you don't need a hand?
He's pretty big and unruly when he's drunk.
Max or I could help, wouldn't be the first time either of us has had to shower and bed Wally."
"nah all good, Cheers Ryan"
Ryan patted my shoulder as he left the entry and I grabbed Wally's bag.
When I turned the corner to the showers my eyes were met with Wally's gorgeous, naked body, just standing in the middle of the tiled showers, waiting.
He was shivering a bit.
His dick sat fully limp, 4 inches now I'd say, and a huge set of low hangers, like damn!
I looked.
Unabashedly I looked.
If Wally wanted this damn shower so much I was going to get some additional material for the spank bank.
It was already a dream to be seeing Wally's cock, let alone in the buff.
He has that masculine, dad bod, tradie thing, down to a fine art.
His pudgy belly, strong, thick legs, arms and butt.
Scruffy blonde, ginger beard and thinning hair.
Calloused and stained hands.
Shit, this wasn't real?
Unfettered visual access to one of the hottest men I have ever known.
I stepped up to the tiled area and turned on the spray of the furthest shower head.
I let it come to the right temp before pushing Wally under the stream.
"What d'you wear to bed, Wally?" I asked.
Wally had his eyes closed and his face pointed into the stream.
"Huh wha? Wussat, mate? " he said as he shook the water from his face and eyes.
"I said, what do you wear to bed? I'll grab it outta ya bag." I rummaged through the bag and found his amenities kit, grabbed his shower gel and chucked it to him.
Wally being drunk, however, it crashed to the floor and I was granted another vista as he turned away and bent to pick it up.
Nice hairy butt hole.
"I usually just wear my jocks from the day,
Is that gross?"
"course not mate.
I'll grab you a fresh pair. Briefs?"
"I only gots briefs!" he exclaimed drunkenly.
I found his stash of rolled up briefs, Rio brand, hipsters, multiple colours, nice!
I grabbed the burgundy pair and his towel and placed them on the bench for him.
After a good 5 or so minutes of drunken showering, Wally shut off the water and stumbled down from the raised platform.
"fuck me that was good, thanks for staying with me and helping me out, bro."
I was sat on the bench as he approached.
Wally's cock and balls now right in front of me.
He stood still for a second.
I couldn't help myself.
"Fuck me, you have some huge nuts, bud" I said as I reached for the towel to wrap Wally in.
He looked down at his junk and wiggled it back and forth.
His huge, hairy danglers swinging freely.
"Yeah I do, you like hm?" he giggled and shifted forward.
He was so close to me, I felt my heart beat harder as he thrust his hips forward a bit almost as if to say "go for it!".
Without thinking I reached out and cupped Wally's hairy nuts, I weighed them in my hand, gave them a fondle then pulled on some of his ball hairs.
"ouch! That hurts fucker" he said jovially.
But he didn't move.
I slowly shifted my hand to take a hold of his dick, just feeling his soft, warm dick skin.
Is this wrong?
He's drunk.
I'm sorta drunk.
He seems like he knows what's going on.
I looked up into Wally's eyes, hand still holding his flaccid dick.
He seemed to be able to focus on me now.
He looked at me with a goofy grin and thrusted his hips a bit.
"You're touching my dick again, Bobby" he whispered, still slurring a bit.
So he was sober enough to keep it quiet then.
"I can stop." I said earnestly.
"Nah mate it's just weird, different, I kinda like it." his cheeks flushed. "never had another bloke touch me old fella before. It's weird, good weird, is that weird?"
Perhaps a drunken confession.
I shook my head.
I looked back to his dick and squeezed it.
His foreskin didn't look tight or anything. With excess skin flowing over his nob to the tip.
I then carefully peeled his skin back
He had a big, pink knob, a few little white papules lined the corona, beautiful, perfect shape, just pure sex!
I wanted so badly to plant my lips over it and let my tongue go wild.
Wanted him to dump his load directly on my tongue.
My dick was straining painfully in my shorts now.
I felt his dick start to fill up.
My own dick throbbed and my heart skipped a beat.
I skinned his foreskin back and forth a few times until he had a plump 6 inches of semi.
I finally replaced his skin and let go of his dick.
"You got a perfect fucking dick, Wally. Forreal, like Damn, man!" I said quietly.
"Really?! You think so? Cheers Bobby!" he smiled brightly, he was still quite drunk.
I wrapped him in the towel.
After drying, he put on his briefs and I got a good long look at his bulge, of course.
I made him put thongs on for the walk to the swags on the hill and I helped him crawl in, then I handed him a bottle of water.
"Please drink this before you pass out."
"You're too good to me mate, mates helping mates, mates lifting up mates, love that shit" Wally said, making very little sense, eyes half closed now, definitely about to fall asleep.
I chuckled "goodnight Wally, drink your fucking water, cunt!"
"Night Bobby boy, love you"
"Love you too, mate" I said, pleasantly surprised with how easily the reply came.
Feeling content, I made my way back to the boys, still sitting around the firepit.
Surely, nothing else like that will happen, right?!.
I thought to myself.
I thought of Max, Ryan, Wally, even Richo, and I felt my dick respond strongly.
This whole situation was unreal.
We'll just have to see what comes next.
I hope you enjoyed part 2, this one is more of a lead up to more stuff happening soon.
I enjoy the build up and the tension, hope you do too!
My apologies that it has taken so long for this part.
Part 3 is mostly done so hopefully I'll get it up for you all soon.
Please send me feedback and suggestions.
Cheers Gents!
KBom