2ND ANNUAL BOYS WEEKEND: PART 4 - RICHO
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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
Gronk/drongo = slang for a goof or an idiot. It can be quite vicious in the right context.
Primary School = Elementary school in the US. Normal school for kids from 5 years old to about 10 years old.
Stubbies = Small football shorts or small bottle of beer.
An errant ray of sunshine landed across my face as the outside light intensified.
I awoke slowly, aware my ass was still sore.
My dick twitched just thinking of last night with Max.
It felt like a dream, but the awkward feeling in my butt was evidence of the reality.
A twinge of that old shame licked at my insides as I got up and put on some clothes.
The shame only intensified as I made my way into the kitchen.
Richo was sitting with his feet on the table, looking at his phone.
He had no shirt, just some pale blue jean shorts.
His chest was completely hairless, and his smooth tan-white skin was taut over his belly and chest; a whisper of muscle definition lay under a little padding from the beers and heavy pub food.
I had a quick perv, maybe not so quick.
He was about 6.4, gangly but filling out as he neared his mid-20s.
He had short blonde hair that was dishevelled right now.
Piercing blue eyes and a sexy, yet punchable, face.
"Morning, Richo," I called as I approached the kitchenette.
"Morning," Richo replied without looking up from his phone.
I began fixing my brekkie in silence.
I felt awkward and ashamed but tried to carry on normally.
Without the others here, I felt really off-kilter.
I sat at the table, as far away from Richo as I could manage and pulled out my phone.
"Where are the boys?" I asked, trying not to sound too keen.
Richo waited for a good 7 seconds and then.
"Ryan took Wally and Max into town to get some supplies. He needs to stock the place before we go".
"Righto, wish he'd have told me." I huffed a bit.
"They didn't want to wake you; you were dead to the world".
"Are you weirdos watching me sleep?"
"Calm down, Bob, we just checked on you.
Glad we didn't catch you pulling your pud; that room reeks of cum.
Couldn't you hold it for one weekend?"
My stomach flipped; I hadn't held it at all!
"As if you're not going to jerk off the moment it's safe!" I laughed and finished the rest of my breakfast.
Richo looked me in the eyes and said.
"At least I have the decency to keep it private", he smiled vapidly.
He's just talking shit, calm down, I told myself.
"Cool. Any idea when the boys will get back." I tried to pivot the conversation.
Richo shrugged.
"Cheers!" I said facetiously and left to grab my shower stuff.
I made my way into the Gents to take a shit before showering, I didn't bother looking in on Richo.
After a quick dump, most of which I swear was Max's cum, I made my way to the end of the block, still unsettled by Richo.
He always has a way of making me feel unwelcome or undeserving or both.
I furrowed my brow, thinking on it as I turned the corner into the changing area.
Standing under the middle shower, stark naked, was Richo.
His shorts discarded not far from the raised shower area, no towel in sight.
He stared me dead in the eyes as I came around the corner but said nothing; he just continued to lather up his body.
I kept my mind calm, thought about leaving.
Though, that would mean Richo wins.
I decided, fuck it! And stripped off without another thought.
Grabbed my shower gel and headed to the showers, Richo's eyes on me all the while.
Unlike Ryan the other night, Richo hadn't done me the courtesy of turning on the shower head.
So I stood there in the buff, waiting for the water to heat up like a numpty.
The silence was thick, but my quickened pulse beat steadily in my ears.
To my surprise, it was broken by Richo.
"Another anteater?" he scoffed and gestured vaguely at my cock.
I felt my cheeks flush, and I reflexively looked down at his junk.
My mind broke.
Richo was fucking huge! Like crazy, porn-star huge!
His rod was hanging limply, at least 8 inches, cut.
It was perfect looking.
To me, it seemed a bit puffed up, but I think bigger dicks have that quality?
I smiled awkwardly and turned myself to the wall, no idea what I was supposed to say.
"Seems like cut blokes are in the minority these days."
I felt my whole face flush now.
"I uh... honestly, I couldn't say, lack of data, I suppose." What's he on about?! I thought, trying not to panic.
"Well, four blokes here, three uncut, one cut," Richo said matter of factly, odd that he knows that specifically.
I laughed genuinely and felt myself let my guard down a tiny fraction.
"Heaps of blokes from footy are uncut, I'd say most of them", he said, referring to his social NRL team.
"Are you checking out all your teammates?" I asked, trying to keep the conversation light while probing for forbidden footy changing room details!
"It's hard not to," Richo barked with laughter," but yeah, I scope the competition."
He was very self-assured.
Not knowing how to respond, I blurted, "Welp, you've got me and the boys beat, that's for sure."
Implying I had intimate knowledge of their goods.
Dammit!
Richo was looking at me dead in the eyes again but laughed, then moved his gaze down to his schlong.
He wiggled his hips "yeah, s'pose it goes alright."
Might as well take advantage of this openness.
"How big is your boner?" I asked as innocently as I could manage.
Richo side-eyed me and grinned devilishly.
"Why do you want to know?"
"Just curious I suppose; it's the biggest one I've seen for sure." I was being honest.
"How about you tell me what was going on in the Ladies last night? Then I'll give you all the details." Richo continued that dumb grin.
My mind froze, but my body reacted.
My dick began to fill up in spite of me.
"What are you talking about?" I really tried to sound convincing.
Oh well.
"Come on, Bobby! Only you and Max were up last night.
I went to take a shit, Max wasn't in his swag, the fire was out, and you weren't in the room.
But I definitely hear the showers running in the Ladies." he was watching me for a reaction.
I felt so damn awkward and exposed, literally naked as I was.
"It's not hard to piece together, Bob.
I know Max is a homo.
You two fucking in there or something? Trying to hide it from us." He was still grinning.
I felt the prickle of the water spray on my body, the sound of the gurgling shower ever-present.
Asshole called Max a homo, I felt something click inside, and I was done playing this game.
"Yeah, we were fucking. Kissing, blow jobs, butt fucking, the whole shebang.
You got a problem?!" I felt a dizzying sense of free fall as my raised voice awkwardly echoed in the tiled room.
Richo straight out laughed, not maliciously, but at the absurdity of what I'd said and the fact that we were both starkers.
I couldn't help myself and laughed, too.
"For real?" he said at length, "Bit of an overshare, mate." Was he surprised?!
"You're the one nosing around in our business." I protested.
"You just fucking asked me how big my boner is!" he began to arch up but then deflated. "Okay, yeah, I suppose you're right; I was just expecting you to deny it, and we'd do that back-and-forth insult thing. Didn't think you'd just straight out say it."
"Dude, I fucking HATE the back-and-forth insult shit! Can't we just be cool!?" I said truthfully, exasperated.
There was silence for a good 5 seconds; it was so incredibly awkward standing there both nude, long since having had washed ourselves.
Then Richo said very quietly.
"About 9 and a half inches"
"What?! I asked, having not heard him speak.
"my boner, it's about 9 and a half inches, 10 on a good day."
He looked sheepish.
"oh... shit, that's fucking huge!" I said genuinely.
Richo looked abashed, but he smiled.
"Haha, yeah, I guess so."
His eyes moved back down to his dick.
My eyes followed, and for a good long second, we both stood there looking at his dong.
"Shit, sorry!" I said, that damn reflex again.
"For what?" Richo replied simply.
"Oh, uh, for looking at your, for staring at your..."
"Mate, if I gave a flying fuck about you seeing my prick, I wouldn't have joined you in the shower." he chuckled.
You joined me!? More like you ambushed me!
I kept my mouth shut.
Richo was looking from his dick to me and back again.
"You want to touch it right?"
My mouth went dry, and that unmistakable pull of lust tickled my insides.
"wha...?"
"I mean, you said it's the biggest you've seen, so you probably want to touch it, right?" His tone was equal parts threatening and erotic.
I found my voice.
"y-yeah, I mean, I like dick, and you've got a pretty fucking big one .....so.....yeah...I guess so..."
The tension was now so thick, I could hardly breathe!
"You guess so?" he exclaimed with some force.
"What?" I was legit terrified, and my dick deflated.
"Come on, Bob, don't make me spell it out." he then motioned aggressively towards his dick, which I could see was definitely plump now.
My heart beat hard as fuck, right up into my throat; I was scared shitless!
I moved my hand towards Richo's colossal tool and saw no reaction from him.
My own dick responded and instantly turned to steel.
I felt my hands close around his dick; I almost couldn't stretch my fingers around it.
Richo shuddered as I squeezed and felt the heft of his shlong.
It was hot to the touch and filling up fast now.
Thick as fuck as well as long?! I thought.
Lucky mother fucker!
Within seconds his dick was hard as marble; it was so damn perfect looking.
He had a neatly trimmed blonde bush but was otherwise hairless.
I began exploring a bit, tickled his smooth balls, then squeezed his prick tighter still.
I let go, and it just throbbed there, unassisted.
I didn't know what to do next.
I looked up at Richo, who looked up at me.
"Well!? I've been toey as fuck, You gotta finish the job now.
I could have been out this weekend fucking any chick.
It was under control until you set me off!" he said with a touch of aggression as he nodded down towards his junk.
I couldn't tell if he was about to hit me or kiss me, what the fuck was going on?.
"So?" he said finally, grabbing my wrist and positioning my hand back to his dick, I didn't resist.
My confidence, inflated by my now lust-addled brain, made me bold.
"Fair enough" I said quickly and got on my knees before he could get a word in.
HE WAS SO FUCKING THICK!
I stared his cock down and looked back up at Richo; he didn't react nor resist.
Opening my mouth, I took as much of him in as possible.
I gagged pretty much immediately, and Richo just laughed.
"I guess that happens to dudes too."
He thrust his hips and forced his cock deeper into my throat.
I gagged again.
This cunt wasn't lying when he said he was toey!
His balls were tight against his body, and the heat coming from his prick was intense.
I could feel it throbbing in my mouth and throat.
Doing my best to get my breathing under control, I began to find the rhythm.
I was going almost all the way down to the hilt of his massive prong.
Couldn't get there without risking suffocation.
After a few minutes, Richo's rhythm increased, and he began to growl and moan.
"Fuck yeah! Take it all, slut! Here it comes fucker! Fuck Fuck Fuck!"
I had no time to react; seven intense spurts of hot cum hit the back of my throat and coated my mouth; I swallowed and tried not to gag again.
My hand had found my own cock; I had blown my load on the tiled floor with little effort.
I sucked and cleaned Richo's dick, then let it fall from my mouth with a slurp.
The weight of it was still burned into my brain.
Richo turned away, breathing fast.
I got up, and we continued to shower silently for a bit.
"For a bloke, that was pretty good." He said, not looking at me now.
My turn!
I stared into his eyes, and he continued, avoiding my gaze the whole time.
"I mean, I needed to cum bad", he spluttered. "But that was something...." he trailed off.
"Scrub-a-dub-dub, gents! Make sure to get behind your ears too."
Ryan's voice called from the entry to the shower area.
I spun and was greeted by Ryan's cheeky grin, looking from me to Richo.
Richo hadn't turned around but called out.
"Oi", He growled, "a bit of privacy too hard for you cunts is it?"
I turned from Richo to Ryan to see that he had now ripped off his shirt and was preparing to shuck his stubbies.
"Privacy, what's that?! None of that here," he said innocently.
I watched as he wiggled off his stubbies and then fiddled with his scrunched-up dick to fluff it up a bit.
Almost every guy I've ever seen get undressed does this.
Incredibly, my dick responded.
Ryan naked in front of me again; I ogled his dick openly now.
I knew I had permission, which turned me on like mad.
I looked up at Ryan intensely, wondering how much he saw what happened.
He just smiled and stepped up to the raised shower area.
In one quick motion, he had bear-hugged Richo from behind and spun on the spot.
Richo's tool was deflating but looked angry, like it had been recently used.
I saw Ryan cop a good look.
Richo protested, and they began wrestling in slippery, naked splendour.
"What the fuck's going on here?" Max had entered, and behind him at the trough was Wally taking a piss; his head was turned toward us, though.
I was a bit embarrassed but exaggeratedly shrugged my shoulders, fully aware of how ridiculous all this looked. Why the fuck was all this happening right now?
Ryan succeeded in pushing Richo back, but in doing so, Richo's legs caught mine, and he and I fell sloppily to the ground.
"Oh shit!" Ryan said quickly, "Everyone okay?" He said with genuine concern as he stood over us.
My arms were tangled over Richo's body, and my right hand was right in his ass crack.
We were in an awkward 69 position, I'm almost positive Richo's face came in contact with my junk on the way down but it was a split second.
I started full-on belly laughing; Richo joined in but began attempting to right himself.
Ryan turned and pointed his finger at Wally, who was now in the room with his shirt and shorts off, standing in the burgundy briefs I picked out last night.
There was a dark patch where his nob was, must have stuffed his dick back in his jocks quickly.
"See, this is why you shouldn't have showered last night while you were pissed."
"You blokes aren't pissed, right?" Wally asked, and I shook my head.
Richo took advantage of Ryan's lapse in concentration to wrap himself around his legs.
He twisted his body, forcing Ryan to the tiles, and Richo masterfully pinned him in place despite the slipperiness.
I thought that he must have experience with shower shenanigans from footy.
Max's hand extended to mine, and he helped me up.
He hugged me tight for a second, my wet body being pressed into his dry clothes.
I felt my still-deflating dick press into his crotch.
"You good, mate?" he said.
"Yeah, all good here, " I replied, hugging him back as we laughed.
Wally approached the showers, his jocks now on the ground.
He was looking at me and Max and smiling but looked away quickly when he saw me look over.
The pile on Ryan became larger as Wally jumped in and covered Richo, slapping his ass to signify his entry into the fray.
While it was chaotic, Max fondled my dick a bit; it was still slightly chubbed up.
He pulled my foreskin back and forth over my nob, squeezing my cock, which produced a final drop of cum left over in the pipes.
Max looked up into my eyes, and his own narrowed, considering me.
He smiled broadly.
We stood there for a moment, looking down at the writhing mound of naked blokes underneath the stream of 2 shower heads.
And we started laughing like mad; these blokes are mental and fucking brilliant!
Max then pushed my shoulder in just such a way as to destabilise me and send me crashing into the mass of naked blokes.
I wrestled Wally first; he was way stronger than me and pushed me onto Ryan, who pinned me down after a very handsy scuffle; the others laughed as he smooched my cheek while I was helplessly immobile.
When the water went cold we stopped pretty quick.
Panting, we washed up and got the fuck out.
Max was to the side leaning on one of the counters, looking at his phone and smiling to himself, but came over as we finished in the showers.
I watched him cop decent looks at all 4 of us while we were still naked.
He was so confident and a horn dog after my own heart!
Probably the biggest surprise of the weekend.
We talked shit about the wrestle.
Richo had apparently stuck a few fingers into Ryan's taint, and we debated the legitimacy of such a move.
As we left the changing area, Ryan clapped me on the back and leaned his head to my ear.
"You sucked Richo's cock didn't you?" he whispered sexily.
I faltered, watching the boys ahead of us.
Heat crept into my face, and I nodded ever so slightly.
Ryan rubbed the back of my neck and back.
"Good boy, excellent work, mate. Now maybe he'll calm the fuck down?"
He gave me a playful punch on the arm and did a wonky sort of skip into the entrance.
"Beer o'clock, boys!!" He bellowed.
Max chimed in, "I'm making a roast tonight, fellas."
"Not before we head out to the river for a bit," Wally said, looking out the kitchen room window.
"Righto, righto, I'll grab some snacks and shit" Max replied.
Ryan looked at me and gave me the cheeky grin I loved so much.
He had his arm around Richo's shoulder, and Richo actually smiled at me, like a normal person, for the first time ever, I think.
"Bobby, what you drinking?" He called to me.
I smiled and replied "Extra dry, cheers!"
"Help us pack some drinks, would ya?" He said as I approached.
"Oi fuckhead, I asked you to grab the drinks." Ryan turned back as he was on his way outside. "Admiral Goober, your presence is required to unload the shit from the cruiser", he clapped twice.
"Okay, I'll grab some drinks for the esky," I said, laughing at Richo and Ryan's continuing banter.
Wally helped Max assemble a bog standard charcuterie board; cheese, crackers, salami, etc.
We didn't eat lunch that day. Instead, we hopped in Ryan's Cruiser and drove the other way down the asphalt road.
I ended up in the middle seat in the back, pressed closely to Richo and Max.
It was awkward.
And Max kept poking and prodding me under the ribs and in the kidneys, making me giggle like an idiot.
It was a short drive down the road; the dense scrub and bushland thinned out as we came to a small car park on the bank of a wide river.
The sun was shining bright, and a few wisps of clouds floated by unobtrusively.
Thick coastal grass covered the space between the waterline and the car park. On the grassy area, a well-covered picnic table and BBQ were set up.
Large droopy trees lined the water's edge to the left and right, excellent for swinging into the water.
The water itself was a dark bluey-brown but was mostly clear.
Some massive boulders spilled from the grass on the banks into the water on the right.
The other bank was just bushland and hills.
We set ourselves up on the table and sat to eat and drink a bit.
The sun was stinging hot.
Ryan and Richo both had their shirts off.
Max was wearing a workout tank and stubbies.
Me and Wally were wearing shorts and T-shirts.
Max and I talked about games while Wally hummed quietly, fiddling with his Bluetooth speaker.
Richo and Ryan trudged over to the water.
We watched as Ryan immediately whipped his dick out and pissed into the river.
Richo just stared at Ryan's dong while he exclaimed "fucking rank, we're swimming in that, brah!"
Ryan chuckled, which caused his piss stream to go wild.
"Oi drongo, you could have at least pissed on the grass or in the bush?" Max called out.
"It's the fucking river, a couple hundred kilometres down that way", he gestured wildly to the right. "The city is pumping sewage directly into it."
"Treated sewage, dick head!" Wally called.
"Not always, mate; overflow from floods or blockages that shit all ends up here." He said finally, then dove into the river, directly where he had been pissing.
Richo dove in after him, and they swam out into the deeper parts of the river.
You could see two small heads, wearing caps and sunglasses, bobbing up and down.
I could hear them calling out to each other and carrying on.
"Richo seems to have calmed down a bit," Max said, looking out at the boys swimming.
"I reckon he's had time to chill after everything from Friday, Arvo." Max turned to me and said, "I told him the Skyline wouldn't make it. He was being weird, so I relented."
"Three swags and bags for the three of us in that tiny thing, can you imagine, Bobby?" Wally chipped in.
"And having to turn right back around." Max sounded frustrated.
"He must have had time for a pull this morning while we were in town." Wally barked with laughter and continued, "I'd almost say Ryan brought Max and me so he'd have the opportunity, but he left Bobby behind."
I laughed but felt a little bit weird. Did Ryan set me up to help Richo calm down?
"Mate, I wouldn't put it past him; he can be a calculating mother fucker sometimes", Max replied.
I was shocked.
Max, seeing my reaction, continued, "Not in a negative way, though. Don't get me wrong, mate. I just mean, give the bloke enough data, and he can be pretty cluey, especially with people he cares about.
I reckon he just wants to help people and doesn't always know how to take the direct approach."
The way he initiated stuff with me on Friday night seems to confirm that, I thought.
The conversation was silent for a second as Wally's Bluetooth speaker played Busses and Trains by Bachelor Girl.
"He must really care about Richo to give him time for a wank! Did you get time for one, Bobby?" Wally joked.
I didn't respond, but we all cracked up.
We still had tomorrow and Tuesday, but I was already feeling sad to be leaving my mates to return to the real world.
About 2 hours later, Max had joined Ryan and Richo in the water.
They were climbing one of the larger trees and taking turns jumping or swinging into the water.
Wally and I were sitting in the shade, sharing music we liked and talking about architecture.
Wally, it turns out, was a qualified architect but preferred the manual side of things.
He had a passion for architecture, though.
We were talking about a restoration effort in Italy to preserve some of the Renaissance architecture.
"Yeah, mate, it's really interesting. They use this new technique that combines the knowledge and materials that were available at the time with scanning technology. They can recreate little details and everything. It's really cool." Wally finished.
"I love Italy." I replied, "Can't wait to go."
"You've never been, mate?" Wally asked. "You seem pretty cluey about the place."
"I played a lot of Assassin's Creed 2!" I laughed embarrassedly.
"That's the one with the bloke in the white hood with knife fingers, yeah?"
"Yep, that's the one." I said keeping a smile from my face "close enough anyway."
"Who'da thought a game could teach you real shit."
I breathed in and out, feeling the warmth and enjoying being with my mates.
"Speaking of shit...I need to shit badly," Wally said after the pause in the conversation.
I looked at him, laughing.
"I'm not shitting out here, even though I bet ya Ryan has emergency TP in the Cruiser."
He squirmed uncomfortably.
Ryan swam ashore and stumbled over to the esky beside us.
"Oi Ryan, I gotta shit, how much longer you blokes planning to spend out here?"
Ryan dug through the esky, then stood straight with 3 bottles of Crown Lager in his hands.
"We were going to chill and sunbathe for a bit." Ryan said "There's TP in my car if you want?"
Wally turned to me, giggling. "Told ya!" he turned back to Ryan. "Yeah, nah mate, I gotta shit bad; I'm defo not popping a squat for this grog bog." he winced.
"Righto, mate," Ryan said amicably. He grabbed the keys to the Cruiser and tossed them at Wally. "Take the Cruiser. If we're not back in an hour or two, come get us, okay?" Ryan waddled off drunkenly back to the water but stopped.
"Shit! I forgot to turn off the solar battery back in the amenities." he thought for a moment and then approached us again. "Actually, Bobby, can you go with Wally and go into the laundry? There's an iPad there for the solar. You need to turn off the solar battery and then activate the auxiliary connection. Can you do that?" He asked.
"Yeah, definitely. I had a look at it when we got here, so it shouldn't be too hard." I replied, smiling, happy to help Ryan however he needed.
"Oi, you could've asked me?" Wally said as he grabbed the Cruiser keys and stood up from the bench.
"Bobby works in IT; he knows computers and shit." Ryan was walking backward now toward the river.
"Mate, I have a fucking bachelor's; you think I never used a computer, let alone a fucking iPad!" He said in mock outrage.
"What? Sorry? Can't hear you, mate." Ryan replied as he got further away. "See you in a few hours, boys!"
Richo and Max waved as we jumped in the Cruiser.
I let Wally drive; he can be responsible if anything happens to Ryan's baby.
It was a short trip back to the campsite, and Wally and I were walking into the entry room of the amenities block.
Wally all but ran into the Gents.
I chuckled as I walked into the multipurpose room, which had a small laundry room at the back.
I fiddled with the control panel for the solar system and did as Ryan asked.
Afterwards, I grabbed a beer to sip and lay on my swag in the multipurpose room, browsing on my phone.
We'd been back for about half an hour. If the boys didn't make their own way back, we needed to pick them up in another hour and a half.
The closed curtains of the multipurpose room let in a small amount of light.
It was cool, dark and comfortable.
The door was open, and Wally walked in with an open beer.
He had shucked his shirt somewhere.
I had to try very hard not to stare at his fuzzy torso.
My god! He was so masculine and hot as fuck, a real honest to god tradie.
"Fixed up the solar?" he asked, taking a quick peek inside the laundry before returning to the room. He grabbed one of the folding chairs from against the back wall and sat across from me.
"Yep, all done!" I replied.
"Hopefully, the boys will make their own way back, I'm feeling a bit zonked!"
The conversation stopped and started a few times as Wally and I sipped our beers.
Wally finished his, placed the bottle on the floor next to his chair, and stood up.
He paced awkwardly around the room for a bit, then made his way to the door and gently closed it.
He turned to me, an intense look on his face.
Without a word he slid his shorts down and kicked them away.
He stood there in his burgundy briefs and put his hands on his hips.
This pushed his briefs down a little, and the top of his hairy bush peeked out from the waistband.
I just looked at him, speechless.
A knot forming in my guts.
"I think we need to talk about what happened last night, mate," he said thoughtfully.
I was frozen in place, but my dick hardened.
"Did you mean what you said about my...about my old fella?" Wally continued.
He looked me in the eyes.
"I uh, yeah, of course, Wal," I said, still a bit unsure. I guess I've seen a few, and well, yeah, you have a nice one." I wanted to be honest, but I was not sure how much I wanted to reveal.
"I reckon so anyway," I added.
He stood there, hands on his hips in his small pair of briefs, and my brain just fogged up. I couldn't think straight.
I let my eyes wander all over his body to his pudgy, fuzzy belly, his thick, hairy thighs and, of course, his briefs and bulge.
He was silent a bit, then let his hands drop to his sides.
"Really?!" he asked genuinely, then took a few steps forward. "So you like my dick?"
My mouth went dry, and burning anxiety scorched my insides.
"Well, not just your dick, mate," I said boldly. "You're a pretty hot bloke, I hope you don't mind me saying."
Wally's eyebrows went up.
Silence again.
"I actually really appreciate you saying that, mate." He said genuinely, and the joviality returned to his face. "It's been a while since I've had a...since my last girlfriend, and well, it's nice to be...to be..."
"Wanted? Desired? Lusted after? It's nice knowing someone thinks you're hot?" I offered.
"Yeah something like that." he stepped a bit closer again.
He was now above me, and I looked up at his bulge.
I licked my lips reflexively.
I could smell him.
He slid his briefs off, and I sat up.
I stared at his limp cock, it was truly amazing, even like this. He just had a beautiful, masculine, intact prick.
He went to kick his jocks away, but I stopped him and grabbed them.
I brought them up to my nose and inhaled deeply.
I almost blew my load then and there, they smelled incredible!
Wally looked at me with keen interest; his dick plumped up and then became rigid, just standing there in the buff.
He had an impressive 6.5-ish inches of hard cock.
Foreskin peeled back slightly, his urethral meatus peeked out and his boner bounced in time with his heartbeat.
My nose was full of the smells of Wally, piss, farts, his hairy sweaty junk sitting all day.
The hottest tradie I know, in front of me, obviously asking, begging to be serviced, begging to be wanted.
"Can I keep your jocks?" I asked, taking a final sniff.
Wally smiled sexily.
"You want my nasty jocks?" he asked.
"The nastier, the better?" I said, feeling my boner strain in my own jocks.
Wally's smile widened as he replied, "Mate, today's ones aren't even that bad. You can have a pair from after a day's work if you want?"
I looked up wide-eyed. "Really!?" not able to contain my desire for dirty tradie briefs.
"As long as you really are into this stuff, mate."
To answer his question, I ripped off my clothes and proudly displayed my achingly hard cock.
"Hopefully it's not too weird, but yeah, as you can see, I am very much into it." I paused "Into you."
Wally's dick, which had deflated some, now returned to full mast.
His foreskin moved entirely behind the corona.
Then I took the initiative.
I grabbed his dick and squeezed it a bit.
Wally growled in pleasure and closed his eyes.
I shifted his skin over his nob, and a huge glob of precum came rocketing out.
It spread onto my hands.
I lifted my hand to my mouth and sucked it all off.
Wally watched me with insane pleasure in his eyes.
"I'm not sure what you want to do, mate?" I asked, "Like, how far do you want to go?"
Wally thought momentarily, grabbed me by the arms, and lifted me to face him.
He planted a full-on kiss on my lips; he was a rough and aggressive kisser.
Definitely think this was the first time he kissed a bloke.
I responded, "You sexy cunt! I want all of you." and let my hands roam all over him.
My mouth and nose went to his armpits, no deodorant, just manly stink.
I explored and worshipped his body with my hands and tongue.
Wally seemed most appreciative when I focused on the non-sex parts of his body. I think he was mostly getting off on being an object of desire.
I rubbed my fingers through his body hair and savoured the feel of his rough skin.
Getting on my knees, I planted my nose in his bush and inhaled.
My head swam with the smells of sex, the smells of Wally.
I looked back up at Wally.
His cock was dripping now; I opened my mouth and took it in.
Immediately, I licked and cleaned up the precum.
Flicking my tongue quickly over the meatus and corona of his nob.
He squirmed and gasped.
"Holy fuck, Bob!" He whispered loudly, "That's some kind of magic."
His knees shook.
I wanted to keep sucking, but we were on borrowed time.
"Will you fuck me?" I asked, pulling off his hard cock.
Wally looked a bit shocked. "Is that cool, mate? I don't have a condom or anything."
"No condom", I said, and I saw Wally's prick respond with some intense throbs.
"Are you sure?" He said again.
"Make sure to blow your load as deep as you can," I said finally.
Realising I had no lube, I was about to ask Wally to wait a bit, but beside my swag was the tiny bottle of lube from last night.
Did Max leave it there this morning?
No time to think.
I grabbed the lube and squirted some on my hands, massaging my ass hole and Wally's throbbing tool.
I could tell he was excited; he tried thrusting a few times too early, and sharp pains shot through my body.
"Whoops, sorry, Bobby!" he said, laughing slightly. "A bit overexcited here." his sexy goofiness turned me on like mad!
As the pain gave way to the pure sex feelings, I relaxed and told Wally, "Fuck me, Wally, as hard as you can!"
He began his pumping almost immediately.
His thrusts became long and aggressive.
His dick was the perfect size for this maximum pleasure.
Wally's cock head kept slamming into my prostate, and I was losing myself in the waves of pleasure.
He flipped me over so I was on my back and then thrust himself back in.
He was looking at me directly as my face contorted in ecstasy.
"Oh fuck, Wally, you feel so fucking good! Fuck me harder, you sexy fucker!" I couldn't help but moan, Wally was doing something special to me.
He picked up the pace and, to my surprise, grabbed my diamond dick and stroked it a few times; that was enough for my hair trigger and suddenly, I was blasting a massive load in his hands.
He looked surprised but smiled broadly.
Except now my kegel muscles were spasming and clamping down on his own cock buried deep in me.
"Fucking blow it deep, Wal!" I growled and consciously clamped my muscles now.
Wally lost control, and his thrusting became wild.
He yelled out in pleasure as I felt his hot cum coat my insides, so deep inside when he blew.
He thrust a final time into me and planted his hips against my ass, his cock all the way in.
We both panted there for a while, dripping with sweat.
"Fuck Wally, that was incredible," I said breathlessly.
"Same, Bobby, same", he replied.
We separated, and I grabbed a towel for us to clean up.
"So," Wally said sheepishly, "That was my first time with a bloke."
"Oh shit! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." I replied, but he cut me off.
"I've wanted to try that for ages, especially since Layla."
"Oh, okay." not sure what to say now.
"Let's grab a quick shower so we don't smell like sex," Wally said and put his shorts on commando style.
We continued our conversation as we showered.
"It's always just been a thing I couldn't try; being a tradie and all, people expect you to be a certain way." Wally was saying.
"I can appreciate that." I said thoughtfully.
"And well, reputation-wise and everything, the thought of...having a go...was just not worth it. But you're a good mate, and I know you wouldn't go talking about it or telling everyone."
"Yeah mate, I wound;t betray you", I smiled genuinely.
"Last night, when you were helping me to bed, I knew you wouldn't do anything shitty. You took care of me so well, even after I pissed on you" He laughed.
"Sucks that we have to hide this stuff or risk being called a fag and/or ostracised."
"Exactly, I mean, it's getting better out there, but well, I'm glad I got to give that a go with someone I trust."
Oh shit, was I catching feelings for Wally?!
"So, are you bi or just curious or something like that?" I asked, not wanting to sound keen.
"I'm not sure, probably a mix of curious and interested. I don't think I would date a bloke, but well, being able to have a quick fuck while on a boys weekend is pretty great. I haven't cum that hard, probably ever!" He laughed.
We got dressed, and my phone dinged, a message from Max:
Time to put your clothes on ;) We're on our way back.
I told Wally and we jumped in the Cruiser to meet the boys before they had to go further.
On the road, Wally turned to me and said conversationally, "So I'll be working a demo job after this weekend, starting Wednesday."
I nodded.
"I'll wear the same pair of jocks from Wednesday to Friday, and then hand deliver them to you on Friday arvo if you want, yeah?" He sounded so casual about it. "They'll be well and truly rank by then". He smiled cheekily.
"Fuck yeah!" I said, then reached over and groped his junk a little; he was hard again!
I let go as we saw the boys walking in the middle of the road.
Looks like they only just left the river.
"All right lads. back to the campsite for dinner." Max said happily as he closed his door.
"Thanks for the pickup, gents. Glad we didn't have to walk. I'm already fucking starving!" Ryan said as he buckled his seat belt. "Can't wait to jump in a nice cool shower, though."
"What'd you blokes get up to?" Richo asked.
"Well, I took a huge dump and had to shower afterwards. Not sure about Bobby." Wally said quickly, almost like he had this answer prepared.
"I did what Ryan asked, then crashed for a nap. Thrilling stuff." I said amidst a yawn.
Wally smiled.
Only a couple of days of the boys weekend left, I could feel the impending return to reality like a terrible ticking clock, but I tried my best to drown it out.
Reaching into the esky at my feet I handed out beers to everyone.
I looked out the window at the setting sun over the bushland, took a sip of my beer and smiled wide.