I had finally arrived at my destination. I had left Joburg with nothing in mind save to get to the coast of Natal, and find an isolated spot and pitch my tent and enjoy my own company. On the coast road I had found a little track and followed it for a couple of miles until it petered out. There was nothing around for miles. This suited me just fine. I had marked my last papers, finished all the admin, and was looking forward to the next eight weeks of the university's long vacation.
I prepared my camp, stripped off and went for a swim in the beautiful waters of the Indian Ocean. Exhilarated, I walked up to my camp, behind a dune, and lay in the sun. I could feel myself getting horny in the warmth and peace of my surroundings. I felt my cock and knew from its stiffness that this was going to be one hell of a toss. Slowly I felt the knob and gently moved my hand down the shaft. The warmth, the sand and the sensuality was great, and in a semi-daze I pulled myself until the spurt of semen gave me the relief from the tension of the drive and a feeling of incredible relaxation.
Suddenly my dreams were interrupted by noise from the beach. A group of about six or seven young men were racing along the beach tossing a football to each other. Shouting and splashing in the surf. I couldn't see them clearly, but I was hoping that they weren't camping anywhere near me. They stopped a couple of hundred metres from me, but near the water's edge. I noticed a couple of my student's among them, and was not pleased. Of all the places in the Republic, why did they have to come here? One of them left the group and started walking to where I was concealed. He shouted over his shoulder to them, and the rest waved and started off with their horseplay further down the beach.
However, I was not really interested in them. The guy who was walking towards my hiding place was one of my students. Piet was one of the best, and I had secretly fancied him for the four years I had been teaching him. He had just finished his honours, and I was hoping he would do a Masters, just so I could perve. He stopped about 30 metres from where I was concealed, looked around, undid the top of his jeans and pulled his cock out. It was magnificent. The uncut massiveness of it was truly breathtaking. I could feel myself stir. The trouble with these Afrikaaner boys is they all seemed so straight. Beautiful bodies, lovely bulges in their jeans, but straight. He shot a golden stream of piss into the sand, shook himself off and tucked it away. At least that glimpse would give me fantasy material for a while. I thought that would be the end of it and he would return to his friends, who had disappeared up the beach. However, he started walking directly to where I was. I knew he would find me, so I tried to struggle into a pair of shorts, which I more or less successfully did. I feigned sleep, and was aware of his presence looking down on me. Of course he recognised me and he called out softly, "Mr Matthews, Mr Matthews."
I 'woke up' and asked incredulously, "Piet, what are you doing here?"
"My father, brother and I have a holiday home about two kilometres up the beach. I came down with some friends and they're returning to Joberg now, but I'm staying here by myself for a few weeks. When I was further up the beach I thought I recognised your VW."
My Volksie is well known, as it had been the victim of many student pranks, and was painted in quite a variety of colours, which I had never bothered to have redone. It was pretty ancient anyway.
"Look Mr. Matthews," he said, "There's one hell of storm brewing, and if you want you can come down to the beach house and stay over. It's going to be a big one."
People often wondered why I love the Afrikaaners and their language so much - in fact I teach it - but their hospitality is unrivalled.
The dark clouds were rolling in from the East over the sea so naturally I agreed. I would prefer to be dry than wet anytime, and anyway, I might be lucky to catch another glimpse of that jewel between his legs.
He helped me strike camp, and we clambered in to the old wagon, and drove down the beach to his weekender. I imagined a shack with a few comforts, but the open plan house with four bedrooms was more luxurious than most homes in the city. He showed me a bedroom, and told me if I wanted a shower to have one. He went into his room and I heard bathroom noises coming from there, so I thought I had better have a shower and change too. I stripped off, and noticed I had half a hard on. As I got under the water my cock was looking at the ceiling, and I thought that I had better get out of that mode of thinking immediately. This man was a rich, straight Afrikaaner, and probably eight years younger than myself. I looked at my body and was pleased with what I saw. At thirty, I am lean, wiry and quite strong. I put on a loose T-shirt, and struggled into a pair of jeans. At least if I got horny again, the sloppy T-shirt would cover the bulge. I came out of my room at the same time as Piet came out of his. He had on a pair of very short, tight shorts, and a form fitting T-shirt. I could feel tingles in my balls.
He cooked us a meal of steaks and salad, washed down with beautiful Cape red wine. It was a magnificent meal, and after helping him wash up, I lay down on a bean bag and he sat opposite me on a sofa. The storm was rolling in, and it had become quite black outside. Occasionally when he moved his legs, I caught a glimpse of red jocks under his shorts. By this time, I had managed to get him to call me John.
Suddenly there was a huge crack of thunder, which made us both jump, and then the lights went off. It was completely dark.
'I had better find us some light, because it is my guess the lightning has struck a power cable," he said.
I sensed him standing up, and then stumble. He fell gently onto the bean bag and his hand landed in my groin. His hand closed around my bulge and started rubbing. I was hard immediately, but I grabbed his hand and gently pushed it away.
"I'm sorry John, I didn't mean...."
"Shhh...", I gentled him. "Stand up," I whispered.
I felt him stand up, but I didn't let go of his hand. I kneeled in front of him, and gently kissed the front of his shorts. He was as hard as a rock. He moaned softly as I slipped his shorts down and let his manhood free. I kissed his dick, and I knew he was ready for anything. I slipped my hand underneath his T-shirt and felt the firmness of his body. I worked his shirt over his head, and he was standing before me - completely naked. His hands started loosening my jeans and I let him. He slipped them and my jocks down. He pulled my T-shirt over my head and as he did so our cocks touched.
In a moment we were on the beanbag, kissing and cuddling. His hands moved over my dick and I felt his balls. The passion was intense, and would have to come to fruition soon. Both he and I blew our loads without much touching and our warm love juices mixed. The warmth of us together was incredible, and we were ready again immediately. I stroked his face and asked him if he wanted to go to bed. He said that he wanted nothing more than to go to bed. So in the darkness, hand in hand, he guided us to his king size waterbed. We kissed long and hard. We kissed gently. Our tongues met and danced in each others' mouths. He was new to this, as each new caress met with a little resistance and then total compliance, as I showed him the wonders of his own body. I kissed him once more, and then started to lick and kiss my way down his neck until I came to his tits. I licked and kissed each one in turn, and was thrilled to hear his quiet moans. I worked down his body until I came to his navel. As I licked him there I felt his cock brushing my cheek, and for the first time had to taste the beautiful fruit. I put my mouth around his knob and very lightly started to work on him with my tongue.
"Stop" he cried, "Stop or I'll come again."
"That's OK, " I said. "There is plenty more where that came from."
As I worked on him with my mouth, I felt his hand find my cock and start pulling it. Soon I was ready to come and so was he. He spurted his warmth into my mouth at the same time as I came. As I swallowed, I heard him sucking up my juices from his hand. I fell back onto the pillow and circled him with my arms. We kissed for a long while. I asked him if he had done this before. He replied that since he had entered university, he had been in love with me. He remembered that I had smiled at him one day, and he had felt his heart turn over. All he had wanted was me, from that time on. I knew now he had been a virgin, and I felt that now was the time for him to learn what man love was about.
Gently I caressed his back, and each stroke went lower and lower. Soon I was feeling the crack of his arse, and its warmth was wonderful. Our cocks were hard on each other and our mouths and tongues were dancing together. I reached his hole and I felt a shudder go through his body. I sensed his anxiety and gentled him.
'This is man's love,' I whispered, and I felt his body relax against mine. It was good to kiss my way down his hard, sweaty body. My lips brushed his cock and balls and I put my head between his legs. My tongue darted onto his ring and I could feel his tension return. However I couldn't stop as I tasted the warmth of his arse. Gently I inserted my finger, and I could feel the tightness of his virginity. It was perfection. I removed my finger and worked on him some more with my tongue. His moans of pleasure were becoming more frequent. His passion was rising to fever pitch, and I knew it was time to take away the last vestige of his innocence. I pushed my finger further up his love hole and started to move it. It moved easily and I thought that now was the time to insert my cock. I pulled his legs around my shoulders and knelt on the bed. I didn't ask him if he was ready, I just shoved my knob into his love hole. His cry was of pain and joy, and slowly I shoved my shaft in up to the limit. He was thrashing around now, but I held him firmly and started slowly pumping his arse. It was unbelievably good. He was tight and his own movements were enhancing mine. I heard him moaning, and through the moans came the words "please don't stop". Of course I wanted to oblige, and held off for as long as possible, but finally the excellent caressing warmth of his hole did its job, and I blew...I though after our other efforts I wouldn't have had much to blow, but it felt like gallons. Of course I had my hands around his tool all the time, and at the same time his cum gushed onto his belly and my hands. I collapsed on top of him, enjoying the warmth of his love juices on my belly and finding his mouth with my tongue. He was sobbing softly, and I was a little concerned, and asked if he was OK.
He sobbed, "That was the most brilliant experience of my life, and I love you."
My happiness was nearly complete. I cradled his head in my arms and he wrapped himself around my body. I could not stop kissing his hair and smelling his manliness. With these sensations I drifted into a doze.
It felt like moments later, but it could have been an hour or five minutes, I was awoken by my cock being sucked. I was as hard as a rock, and when Piet sensed that I was awake, he whispered: "Do it again".
I thought that would be great, but my second idea was better.
"We have to finish what we started. You should now taste the other side."
He understood immediately, and his tongue went from my cock to my balls to my hole. He put his finger into my arse, and moved it around.
"Do you have any lights?" I asked. "You should see yourself doing it for the first time"
Quietly he got out of bed, and I could sense rather than see him lighting a candle close by the bed. The room was suffused with a glow, and now I could see the naked body and the rampant manhood of my new found lover.
"You're beautiful," I said. And the love in his eyes made my heart turn over. I could see tears in his eyes as leaned over and kissed me. I opened my legs invitingly and he went between them. I guided his cock to my entrance and let him know that now it was up to him. Gently he thrust forward, but couldn't get in. I showed him how to use his fingers to assist his manhood entrance into my hole. His bigness stretched me and I moaned. Immediately he withdrew and whispered:
"Did I hurt you?"
"No lover, it was pleasure...do it again...go all the way."
I could see the concern on his face, and my heart went out to him.
"Do it...I want all of you in me....."
He did it. I could feel the knob passing through my arse followed by his long thick stem. The pleasure was the best I had ever had. He was so firm, strong and virile. Slowly he started the strokes that would bring us both to the ultimate. He pushed and pumped and I felt the strength of his cock reaming my insides. Every now and then he looked down at himself fucking my arse, and the pleasure on his face made my pleasure even greater. Suddenly his body became extremely tense and he blew. The warmth of his love juices just shot and shot into my body, and at that moment I knew with every part of my body I had a long term lover. The thought made me ecstatic. He withdrew from my arse and his mouth was on my cock, and again, I blew into his mouth. He swallowed and swallowed, making sure he did not lose a drop. That was a thrill for me to see as well. He went own between my legs and started licking and kissing my arsehole. This was a turnon I hadn't expected, and it was marvelous. I softly pulled his hair and forced his face up to mine. We kissed and I told him I loved him. He nestled into me, and in each others arms fell into the sleep of lovers.
Early morning, I awoke with the brilliant light of the African sunrise shining in the bedroom window. My lover had barely moved, during the night, and I caressed the crack of his arse. He stirred, sleepily opened his eyes, and looked at me with warmth and love. I could feel myself getting hard, but I also needed to piss. I went to the lavatory, and unloaded my stream. I looked into the bedroom and he wasn't there. Through the ranch sliders I saw him standing naked on the stoop and a golden arc of piss shooting out. I softly walked up behind him and put my arms around him and held his cock. The stream stopped for a moment, and then started again. He laughed, as I pulled his foreskin back and forth and finally shook him off. I felt his tight balls, and enjoyed the feeling of the hair above his dick. I wanted to seen him slack, but he wasn't and neither was I. His little moan as I moved my cock to caress his crack told me that I was welcome to go in. I did. Right there in the sun I fucked his arse and pulled his love tool, and the pleasure was beyond compare. He came, I came. He turned around and we kissed.
"I would want this everyday of my life, if it were possible," he said into my mouth.
"It's not impossible," I murmured back.
We walked back into the bedroom and I was ready for more. However, it was not meant to be. He bent over and picked up his skimpy jocks, and laughingly said,
"If we are going to do this some more, we need to keep our strength up. Breakfast in 15 minutes."
I had a crap and a shower, and came out to the delicious smells of steaks and eggs. There was steaming coffee, and Krueger champagne. The food was excellent; the champagne better. After we finished eating he grabbed a bottle and a couple of glasses, and pulled me into the bedroom. I offered absolutely no resistance, and in a moment had his jocks off.
"Lay down," I commanded, "I want to look at you".
He did as he was told. He was spread-eagled on the bed, and I feasted my hungry eyes on his beautiful physique. My cock was ramrod stiff, and so was his. I had to get on him and did. I forced his dick into my arse and started riding him. His hands caressed my chest and moved to my cock. I could see he wanted to eat me, but I wouldn't let him out of my arse. Before long he was gushing into my arse and the juices were as hot and strong as ever. He slackened off a little, but was still strong inside me. He still had more and so did I.
"I want your arse again."
I eased myself off him and again marveled at the strength and size of his cock. It was time for something new. I rolled his compliant body over, and told him to kneel. I zeroed my cock towards his crack and thrust myself in. His moans of ecstasy were music to my ears and I met him with my grunts of pleasure. He was learning how to use his arse muscles to give us both pleasure - and pleasure we took from each other. I reached under him and felt his balls, and the firmness of them made me pump even harder.
Suddenly a voice from behind us cried "What the fuck are you guys doing?"
In shock we stopped our love making, and turned around. Piet's younger brother was standing in the bedroom.
"Marc.....what are you doing here? What......"
"More to the point, what are you guys doing?" I felt we might have a problem on our hands. Piet's brother Marc was almost a carbon copy of his elder brother.
"Dieter and I decided to spend a few days here. Look, I'm sorry I scared you, but I was a bit shocked, ja? I didn't think you would......I don't quite believe it."
I was starting to feel a little more comfortable, especially as I noticed the front of the boy's jeans were considerably bulgier than a slack cock should allow. He was horny.
"Where's Dieter?" demanded Piet.
"He's unloading the car."
"Does he know?"
"No, not yet."
"Does he have to know?"
"Why not? We've been doing it for years....but not like that!" exclaimed Marc. "Sorry to interrupt, but come out when you're finished and we'll have a talk."
He left the room and closed the door behind him. Piet and I looked at each other, and my hand strayed to his cock. Suddenly we were back in each others' arms kissing, hugging and feeling each other. He pushed me away and got to his knees. I needed no further invitation and was inside him and pumping. When I came I fell onto his back and nestled into his soft hair. His man smell was more of a turn on than ever, but I felt we should take care of the business in the other room.
We pulled on our shorts. I knelt in front of him and kissed the bulge that had given me great pleasure. With our arms around each other, we walked out into the living room. Piet made rather formal introductions and we solemnly shook hands. I looked at the boys and liked what I saw. Marc was slightly shorter than his brother, but just as brawny, while Dieter was more like me. Where the brothers were blond, Dieter was dark haired, wiry, but muscular.
"I'm sorry I walked in like that," said Marc, "But I must admit I was surprised."
Piet poured us all wine.
"Let's talk about it," he said. "I'm with John here, and I have no intention of changing. I like sex this way, and I love him. It's natural, fun and that's that. Anyway, what's this about you to chaps.
Dieter looked a bit uncomfortable, but Marc said, "Dieter and I have been pulling each other for years. We just like being with each other."
"Well, it doesn't look like there is going to be a problem then." Piet pulled me closer to him on the beanbag, and we kissed. The younger men stared at us, and I could see them shift a bit closer to each other on the sofa. Piet whispered to me, "Should we show them how? They seem a bit shy."
I nodded agreement, and he slipped his had down my shorts and started to ease them off. I did the same to him. Suddenly we were at it again. He went down on me, and took the whole of my dick in his mouth. I watched the boys tentatively touch each other, and Marc suddenly said:
"Fuck it!" and pulled his jeans off and started pulling himself. Dieter was a bit shyer, so Marc unzipped him and then they were both tugging on each other. Marc licked his lips, and I felt he wanted to suck on his friend, but was a bit shy to do it. I eased Piet off me and said:
"Those two need some lessons."
He nodded and with a wicked smile grabbed Dieter and I grabbed Marc, and pushed them into the bedroom. They stumbled as their jeans were down around their ankles, but their cocks were hard. We pushed them onto the bed, and Piet went down on Dieter and I on Marc. I groped for Piet's cock, and felt the iron stiffness of his love tool. The boys were struggling with the passions that they were feeling - they were really horny. It was great to see their arses bucking. However the only arse that I really wanted was my lover's. I couldn't resist it any longer, so my fingers strayed from his tool to his hole. My mouth was on Marc's dick, but I worked my finger into Piet's hole. I could see his body tense momentarily, and then relax. It was good to see my lover in the raw and responding to sex games. Of course Piet's response made it even more necessary to get myself into his arse. I took my mouth from Marc's dick and whispered to Piet:
"I need to be in you again."
"I want you in me", was the answering reply.
The two youngsters were extremely horny and still half dressed, so I commanded them to undress each other. This they did and their dicks touched. They were immediately in each others' arms, hugging and rubbing each other.
"Kiss each other," instructed Piet, "Like this."
He kissed me, and as he did so his hand reached under my balls and a finger found my arsehole. I knew I had to get into him quick, and so I turned him around and shoved. His cry of joy caused the other two to break from their kiss and to look at us.
"Come here, you two. Look close, this is what man's love is all about. If you love each other, go for it."
They closely looked at my cock working in and out Piet's arse
Their shyness and reticence was apparent. I whispered to Piet that these two really did need some instruction, and we had better give it to them. He reminded me that he to had needed instruction about 18 hours ago, but it was amazing how much could be learned in such a short time.
Both the boys were arse virgins, and it would be unfair to deflower them ourselves. So we thought that instructions would be useful. Piet commanded them to lie on the bed and start kissing, which they did - without any problems. Their dicks were rubbing against each other and you could see the pre-cum on the tips. I thought that this had better happen quickly.
"Feel each others' arses," I commanded. "Let your fingers move along the crack, and when you find the hole, gently move a finger in." This they did, and we could watch them buck a little at this first contact. Marc was virtually purring, and so I told Dieter to get the tip of his tool right onto the arsehole and the push. Marc was ready, and his cry of anticipation turned into one of pain and then joy as Dieter made him a real man. Dieter pumped for about a minute and Marc wriggled and cried out in pleasure.
"You fucking bastard, that's fantastic....pump me, pump me...."
In a very short while, Dieter's back arched as he blew his load...