ABORIGINES-1
Pt-1
21 year old Zackary McCallister and his best friends (since high school) Phillip Gerkins (21) and Brian Wheeler (21), were thrill seekers whom got their adrenaline rush from intense sporting. They liked surfing, football, hockey, dirt bike riding, mountain climbing, hang gliding, parachuting, kayaking, skiing, --anything that pit man against nature.
For their 21st birthdays, all 3 decided to go for the ultimate adventure, parachuting over the Australian Outback. Rumors had it that the Outback had some of the most beautifully unexplored mountains in the world. Several thrill seekers were reported to have gotten lost and lost their lives parachuting over the Outback, which only fueled Zack and his friends' desires to go even more.
They chartered a piloted plane to fly them out over the most dense are of the Outback, manned only with compasses, maps, and essentials they needed to survive. The 3 friends had a lavish going away party at home with friends and family, ignoring pleas and taking best wishes with them. After bedding down for the night with their perspective girlfriends and lovers, they took the first flight from California to Australia, and checked into a 4star hotel overnight before taking the charter plane over the Outback in the morning.
The single engine propeller plane flew high over the dense forest as the thrill seekers took pictures on their digital cameras.
"Damn..., look at that sight...!" thrilled Zack (5'11", 175 lbs with a medium muscular athletic build, dirty blonde hair, and sparkling baby blue eyes), looking out the open door of the plane as they marveled at nature at its best. For as far as they eye could see, there was nothing but mountain cliffs and dense forest trees.
"You know..., they never did find Steven Olson's body after he disappeared from his weeklong hiking trip with his friends last year in this very same Outback!" informed Phillip Gerkins (5'10", 150 lbs with dark hair and a slim wiry athletic build and glasses, --Phillip was also mixed with Mediterranean which gave him darker olive skin tone).
"Wasn't he a couple of years ahead of us in high school...?" asked Brian Wheeler (6', 165 lbs, with a smooth toned athletic build, rich brown (African American) skin with brown eyes and full lips).
"Yeah..., AND he was also captain of the football team during his last two years in high school!" informed Zack, remembering Steve well. "They searched for his body for weeks, and came up empty each time!"
"Not exactly the best last thought to have when we're about to jump out of a plane over the same area...!" said Brian, donning his goggles.
"Hey..., let's just make sure we don't end up like him!" suggested Zack.
"This is your drop zone...!" yelled the pilot from the cockpit.
"Alright fellas..., this is it!" excited Zack, donning his goggles as well as he secured his backpack and parachute before edging closer to the door. "See you at the bottom...!" was all he said before taking the leap.
His friends watched as Zack's body hit the air, falling fast like a center block towards earth.
"You're up, Phil...!" said Brian, slapping his buddy on the shoulder.
Phil donned his goggles, took a deep breath, prayed, then yelled...
"Geronimo...!!!!" as he leaped out of the plane.
Brain stepped up to the door, looking out to make sure the cost was clear. He saw his two friends falling fast, then leaped out after them.
Freefalling at 200mph or more, the wind starts to cut through your skin like razors. The 3 men were all skilled in this, having hang glided and parachuted all over the United States. They fell for nearly a minute before Zack pulled his ripcord, shooting back up into the air as the winds quickly caught his chute.
Phillip was the second one to pull his cord, his parachute opened overhead, filling out with the force of the wind as he caught sail and started to glide down for a softer landing.
Brian pulled his ripcord, but his parachute quickly got tangled in his backpack. He looked up to see why he hadn't slowed down, and noticed the strings all entangled around the top of his pack. He shot past his two friends, falling faster and faster as the ground started to catch up with him. He quickly started working to unbuckle his backpack, turning and twisting in the air until he managed to get himself free. The backpack and entangled parachute parted ways with him, as Brian reached for the cord on his backup chute.
"YYAAAAAHHHOOOOO...!!!!!" he yelled at the top of his lungs as the chute opened and he shot back up into the air, saved by the wind as it caught his open chute and stopped his rapid descent.
Brain saw his backpack tumble by him, speeding to the ground as it disappeared into the trees out of sight.
For 10 minutes they glided on air, enjoying the sights as of the beautiful Outback before landing on ground. Brain (the closest to the ground) maneuvered his chute towards the cliffs, avoiding the trees which would have guaranteed a harder more dangerous landing.
He managed to find a hillside, rich with grass and vegetation but clear of any dangerous tree limbs. He landed on the ground with a thump, rolling on the forest floor as he quickly pulled his chute in to clear the way for his friends.
Zack was next to land, gliding to a gentle two footed landing as the wind continued to hold his sail. Phillip came in soon after, landing the hardest of the three as he tumbled and fell several times with his heavy backpack before coming to a stop, all tangled up in his chute.
"Damn..., what a rush!!" cheered Zack, pulling off his heavy backpack as he ran over to meet his friends. "Gave us a scare when that chute didn't open...!" he added, patting Brian on his muscular shoulder.
"Gave yall a scare...??" asked Brain, pointing at the wet stain in his pants and causing Zack to laugh at him out loud.
"Come on..., I'll give you a pair of pants to wear...!" offered Zack, running over to help Phil out of his predicament. He and Brian both grabbed opposite ends of the parachute, pulling at the material until Phillip's head popped loose.
"Have I told you two how much I HATE parachuting...?!" asked Phil, fighting to unclip his heavy backpack so he could free himself from his self made trap.
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Pt-2
Looking through the map, the three men determine their location, and the best route to follow back to civilization with their compass. "Fuck man..., I can't believe I fucking lost my backpack...!" said Brian, thankful for his friend's fresh pair of jeans.
"Yeah..., that's a bummer man..." said Zack, as they hiked through the forest on foot. "...not only did you lose your clothes, you lost your food rations and personal items!"
"Tell me about it!" complained Brian, walking second behind Zack. "My cell phone, digital camera, Ipod, and all the beer was in that backpack!"
"Well..., the monkey's are enjoying it now!" laughed Phillip and Zack, at Brian's expense.
The three men found themselves a camp ground to set up tent for the night as nightfall came upon them. They gathered twigs and leaves to make a small fire as they set up the tent and pulled out the two remaining sleeping bags.
Zack and Phillip shared their rations with Brian, whom lost everything he had in his backpack. After dinner (which consisted of canned meat and vegetables fired up in a skillet over the open fire) Zack pulled out a bag of weed he smuggled in through customs.
"Where the fuck you get that...??" asked Brain, cheering up as Zack opened the plastic bag and started to roll a joint.
"Smuggled it in...!" said Zack, with a smile.
"How...?" asked Brian curiously, recalling how customs went through everything they had.
"Don't worry about..., unless you don't want any...?" asked Zack, passing the unlit joint.
"Try and stop me!" laughed Brain, grabbing Zack's lighter as he put the joint to his lips and lit it.
The three men smoked pot and sat around the fire, entertaining themselves with stories of the last girls they fucked before going on their trip. An hour later after the pot was gone, Phillip and Zack played paper/rock/scissors to see who got stuck sleeping with Brian in their sleeping bag? Zack lost, meaning he'd have to share.
"I don't mind sharing..." said Zack, sitting on the forest floor as he pulled off his hiking boots and jeans. "...so long as you don't mind me getting a lil' randy in my sleep!" he added with a wicked smirk. "Pot always gets me horny, and I tend to grind on the first thing I see at night!" he laughed, along with Phillip whom also prepared for bed. "And with that fat round ghetto booty of yours..., I just might get off on it!"
"Try it, asshole..." threatened Brian, picking up a knife from the dishes. "...and they'll be calling you `stumpy' back home!"
"There will be a LOT of girls angry at you if you cut off this beautiful cock of mine!" said Zack, grabbing his package through his boxer shorts. "Including your sisters AND your mother!"
"Fuck you...!" yelled Brian, throwing a handful of leaves at his long time friend.
Later they doused the fire and settled in the tent. Phillip slept comfortably in one sleeping bag, while Zack and Brian lay with their backs to one another in Zack's sleeping bag.
Morning came without incident as the three friends took a bath in the river's creak a few yards from their campsite. They stripped naked and dove into the chilly morning water, laughing and playing as if they hadn't a care in the world.
For the next several days they repeated the cycle, setting up tent, sharing rations, and betting on who got to sleep with Brian. Every morning they followed the river along the map, hoping it was leading them the right way back to civilization.
It was during their travel that they wandered upon a small village of Aborigines (Aborigines were Native Australians whom lost their land to Dutch settlers, --much like the European Pilgrims did the Native American Indians in the 18th century). A place not even listed on any of their maps. It lay hidden in the vast wilderness, easily overlooked by the dense cluster of forest trees and wild growing vegetation.
The village consisted of several dozen homey looking cabins, all similar in looks with peeling side woods, shudders, plain wood door fronts, wire and picket fences, and smoke stacks which indicated fire or coal heating. Some of the homes had wild stock living in the front yards, pigs, goats, chickens, and a few cows. Along the shabby line of homes were a small general store, and a bar.
"Shall we go in...!" suggested Zack, always the adventurer.
"You sure about this...?" asked Phillip, adjusting his glasses as he noticed the weird looks they got from the uneasy townsfolk as they ventured through their tiny community. "They don't look very friendly...!"
"They've probably never seen white peeps before...!" laughed Brian, nudging Zack in the ribs to join in laughter.
"You may be joking..., but I think you're right...!" said Phillip, feeling subconscious.
"awe grow some balls, will you?! They've got beer in there!" said Zack, pointing at the bar as he led the way.
The bar (which was the epicenter of town) was dimly lit with lanterns (indicating that the town had no electricity). It was half filled with about 15 patrons, and was decorated with animal heads on the walls and bones hanging suspended by wires from the ceiling.
As soon as the three strangers entered the bar, they quickly got the attention of everyone as conversations ceased and all eyes fell upon them.
"Nice crowd..." whispered Phillip sarcastically, as they slowly moved into the room.
In the corner of the bar they could see a young white male on his knees, getting his face fucked by one of the Aborigine patrons. The patron looked over at the three strangers, but never stopped pumping his hips as he held the young caucasian by the head, and thrust his thick looking cock in and out of his mouth and throat.
"What the hell kinnda bar is this...??" asked Brian, looking around and noticing all the patrons were middle aged dark skinned men. --Big, grimy, middle aged Mountain men with dirty flannel shirts and wooly unwashed hair and beards. "Is this a GAY bar..., out here in the middle of nowhere...??!"
"Let's not be too picky..." whispered Zack, finding a booth along the wall as they took off their heavy backpacks, leaning them against the wall on the floor to give their backs a rest. "...isn't like we have a string of places to choose from! Besides..., if SOMEONE hadn't lost all our beer on the way here...!"
"Forgive me...!" said Brian, knowing that last statement was aimed towards him. "...I was falling out of the sky to my death...! It was either the beer or me...!"
"And the jury's still out on which one should have perished...!" joked Zack. As the three men settled into the booth, conversation eventually began to pickup around them as the patrons all kept weary eyes on them.
"I'm not feeling exactly comfortable here..." said Brian, noting the sideways glances and unfriendly looks as he kept an eye on the white guy getting throat fucked in the corner.
"Are you getting an eerie vibe too...?" asked Phillip, sounding surprised. "I would have thought you'd be at home here..."
"Why..." asked Brian, sounding offended. "...because I'm black...?"
"Well..., yeah!" answered Phillip, unaware of his own ignorance.
"I'm a black American..." stressed Brian. "...what do I have in common with these mountain Australians...?"
"What can I get you, boys...?" asked the bellowing voice of the 6 foot 4 bar's owner/bartender/cook, handled the counter, register, beer, and food orders. He approached the young men virtually unseen, as they attentions were focused on the poor sap still getting throat fucked in the corner.
"Oh shit...!" jumped Zackary, laughing at his own jitters. "You scared the shit out of us!"
The black man said nothing as he simply stared down at the three stranger unemotionally, waiting for their orders. "uh..., we'd like 3 beers to start..., and do you have any menus...?"
"Only meats we have is pig, chicken, and cow!" answered the owner.
"I didn't know COW was a meat..." joked Phil, getting an annoyed look from the owner.
"uh..., how do you serve them...?" asked Zack, politely.
"We serve pig, chicken, and cow!" repeated the man, intensely.
"Oh, okay..." said Zack, raising his eyebrows discreetly at his friends. "I'll have chicken!"
"Cow for me!" requested Phillip, smiling pleasantly.
"Guess that leaves me the pig!" said Brian, rubbing his hands together.
The man turned and walked away without another word. "That was...intense...!" whispered Brian.
"Look..., we're the strangers here...! So let's not cause any unnecessary waves...!" suggestioned Zack, watching as the man face fucking the white man finally pulled his dark dick free of the cock sucker's throat, and jacked his load all over the kneeling man's face and widely stretched mouth.
The white men (whom had a fairly nice athletic build with long stringy hair which fell forward over his face) clang to the black man's legs as he titled his head back and stretched his mouth wide open to capture any cum drops that touched his tongue.
"Gross..." whispered Phil as the black man emptied his load all over the whitey's face.
The three strangers pretended not to notice anything as the black man took his seat, and the white man got up off his knees and adjusted the apron wrapped around his trim waist.
"uh..., I think that gay guy's our waiter...!" said Brian, watching as the white man walked over to the counter, picked up a tray of beers, and started heading towards their booth.
"aww hell no...!" whispered Zack, as the pale white waiter walked over and sat the pitcher of beer and 3 full mugs on the table (his face still splattered with fresh gobs of cum), then turned and walked away.
"Why is the waiter naked...?" asked Phil, adjusting his eyeglasses.
"Maybe today is wash day...?" asked Zack, sarcastically.
As the waiter walked by another table, the patron sitting there grabbed him by his ass, then roughly shoved 2 beefy fingers up the man's asshole without asking. The waiter stopped as the man roughly jammed his dirty fingers in and out of the hole with extreme ease. That's when Zack noticed the wet cum streaks running down the backs of the waiter's inner thighs.
"Holy shit..., did you see that...??" asked Phillip, as the man removed his fingers, licked them clean, then continued eating from his plate. "That man just shoved his fingers up the waiter's ass...!"
"I know..., we saw...!" said Brian, pushing Phillip off his shoulder.
"There's some really weird shit going on here...!" said Phillip, taking off his glasses to clean them.
"That's a fucking understatement!" said Zack, watching the waiter disappear into the men's room.
"Let's hope their beer is worth our being grossed out...?!" said Brian, pouring himself a glass.
"Dude..., I wouldn't drink that...!" said Phillip, putting his glasses back on. "...You don't know WHAT they put in that!"
"It's the same beer everyone else is drinking...!" argued Brian, taking a deep breath before putting the mug up to his lips. He tasted the brew, his face contorted as if he expected it to be poison. His friends watched as he slowly swallowed, allowing the brew to slide gingerly down his throat...
"Well...?" asked Zack, just as curious as Phillip.
"It's good!" answered Brian, straightening his face as he took another swig. "Actually..., it's REALLY good!"
"Can't be...!" doubted Phillip, pouring his own glass. "Damn..., it IS good!" he said, taking another sip. "It's the best tasting beer I ever had!" he added, finishing his glass.
While his friends were busy test tasting, Zack watched as two men (including the one that fingered the waiter's ass) got up from their tables, and disappeared into the men's room.
"Watch my beer...!" said Zack, getting up from the table.
"Where the hell he going...?" asked Phil, pouring himself another glass.
"Who cares...?" asked Brian, drinking down his second.
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Pt-3
Zack walked quietly down the aisle towards the men's room as eyes secretly followed his every move. He nodded his head pleasantly to speak at an older man with a head full of gray curls and a busy gray beard, whom openly stared at him as if he were an alien from outer space. The man didn't react as Zack shrugged his shoulders and pushed open the men's room door.
The men's room was a small room with one sink, two urinals, and two toilet stalls. One stall didn't have a door as the grimy toilet (which looked as if they had never been cleaned) lay filled with human waste. The door to the other stall was closed. Zack could hear the definite sound of low moans and heavy grunting coming from the closed stall.
Zack wandered his way down to the urinals at the end of the room. One urinal was occupied by the second man that had entered the restroom. He kept his back turned to Zack, his wide shoulders taking up most of the cramped space he stood in as Zack took the open urinal beside him.
"Hi..." said Zack awkwardly as he stood beside the tall bear of a man. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his limp cock as he aimed it down into the old fashion urinal which anchored all the way down into the base of the floor. "ahh..., fucking A...!" sighed Zack as the piss quickly flowed through his penis, splattering into the urinal in a heavy stream.
Zack stood there patiently waiting for his piss flow to cease as he stared at the dirty wall before him. From the corner of his eye he could see the man still standing there, holding his own penis in his hand. Zack was sure that the man had stopped pissing, and wondered why he was still occupying the area? Zack looked down into his own urinal, shifting his eyes sideways to see that the man indeed had his cock in his hand, but noticed that the big black cock was hard, and that the man was gently stroking his right hand up and down the hard length.
Zack was surprised as he indiscreetly turned his head and looked up at the man whom stood over him at about a foot taller. The man (like most all the other men in the village) had wild wooly hair, which he wore in long dreadlocks which covered over most of his unshaved face. He looked over at Zackary, whom diverted his eyes back down into his own urinal.
Just then Zack heard the grunts in the stall grow louder, just before total silence. There was some movement, then suddenly the stall door opened and out walked the first man that entered the men's room. He said nothing to no one as he bypassed the sink and walked back out into the bar. Without hesitation the man standing next to Zackary bolted for the same stall, slamming the door behind him.
Zack's piss flow had stopped by this time, as he began to shake the droplets off the tip before tucking his cock back into his pants and zipping up. As he turned to head for the sink, he heard the familiar moaning again, then the thumping sound of slapping flesh. Zack stood staring at the stall door, wondering what was happening inside.
Just as he started to come to his senses and finish washing his hands, he heard the gasping sound of a man reaching climax. Zack continued to stare at the door when it suddenly slung open, and the man came barreling out, zipping his pants as he hastily rushed for the exit. Curiously Zack leaned over to peer into the now open stall. Inside he could see the waiter lying on his back atop a waist high shelf, his legs open invitingly as his bare (fairly large) asshole breathed in and out, oozing forth a steady flow of semen.
Zack stared into the stall, hypnotized by the sight as the realization that the two black patrons that just left the men's room had just finished fucking white man. Unconsciously Zack started to rub his crotch, having had no sexual contact at all since starting this trip nearly a week ago. Just the thought of two men butt fucking the young male whore and leaving cum tracks leaking from his swollen hole was enough to make Zack's neglected dick rise to the occasion.
The waiter (having seen Zack looking) spread his legs wider as he motioned for Zack to come in. Zack hesitated, having never messed around with a guy before. His feet started to move him into the stall long before his mind was made up. Curiously he poked a finger into the man's hole, feeling how hot and wet it was to the touch. He tried looking into the waiter's face, but his long stringy hair hid most of his features. If Zack had to guess, he would estimate the waiter to be about 25 or so.
Zack's dick throbbed excitedly in his pants as he ran his fingers in and out of the used hole. He'd been so horny lately, unable to give himself a decent jacking with his two buddies constantly around. They never had any privacy. Zack knew he needed to feel something hot and wet on his dick, and he needed it now as he unzipped his jeans and pulled his long hard white cock from his pants and stepped up to the boy's bare ass. He aimed the head up to the hole and pushed in without a moment's hesitation. "Ooohhh gaawwwddd..." he moaned under his breath as his dick sank into the waiter's warm wet bunghole. Zack had had more than his share of sexy women over the past 7 years or so, but rarely had his dick sank into anything that felt as warm and invitingly as this male whore's cum filled asshole.
Zack sank his dick all the up into the waiter's ass, grounding his crotch into his cum slimed backside. The waiter made no noise as he easily took Zack's 8" cock. Zack grabbed him by his thighs and pulled his body down onto his crotch, making sure he had every inch buried inside.
He could feel the warm cum of the previous two men coating his cock as it churned around in the heated ass, making it slick as he started to pull back and push forth. The hungry hole simply accepted his rigid tool, swallowing up the inches with ease. Zack knew his two buddies were sitting just outside in the bar, and that they would come looking for him if he was gone too long. He knew he had a limited time to be up the waiter's ass as he started to pick up the pace and fuck.
The waiter spread his legs wider, giving Zack a deeper hole to fuck. He made no noise as he simply lay there with his eyes half shut, as if in a dream land. Zack noticed the waiter's cock was semi-hard, with cum streaks painting up his chest and ribs. Had he shot his load while getting fucked by the two Aborigine men? Who was this pale white man, anyway? Surely he didn't belong to this continent as the darker skinned Australians did.
Zack lost all train of thought as his mind focused in on his cock alone. He loved how slick and wet the waiter's cum hole felt around his dick. He fucked the sweet hole harder, losing himself in the first piece of ass he had since coming to the Outback.
All too soon Zack felt his balls tightening in their hairy sac as he hammered at the man's ass before him. He slammed the waiter so hard that the wooden shelf he lay upon began to creak and shake. The waiter started to grown as Zack's fuck thrusts got wilder. He could feel his cock swelling in the waiter's ass as he rammed his cock home and held it there.
"AAHHH...I'm gonna cum...!!" he yelled, louder than he planned.
The waiter felt Zack's cock pulsate, then suddenly burst hot American cum deep into his sperm painted bowels. "ARRHH...ARRHH...ARRHH..AHHH...AHHH...AWW...!!" grunted Zack with every pulse of his load.
He held himself in deep as he came, filling the white waiter's hole with everything he had. He saw the man's cock harden against his stomach, growing thicker and fatter as Zack's cock continued to throb in his rectum.
Zack felt his cock beginning to wilt as the reality that he fucked another man started to settle in. Zack pulled his limping cock from the gushing hole as he bent down to pull up his fallen pants. As he stood he noticed a tattoo on the waiter's shoulder. It was a name and symbol that Zack was well familiar with.
He reached up with his hand and gently brushed the stringy hair from the waiter's shoulder to see the tattoo clearer. It read "Wildcats class-04". Zack and Brian had similar tattoos, with the year they graduated from high school in 06.
Zack looked into the waiter's dirty unwashed face, past the stringy oily hair, and the greasy dirt smudges to see the man that lay underneath... Steven Olson!
Zack stumbled back out of the stall as he quickly zipped up his pants and left.
At the table his friends (Brian Wheeler and Phillip Gerkins) were already eating their food. "Hey man..., this shit ain't bad...!" said Brian, his mouth full of pork. He and Phil watched as Zack sat down at the table, and immediately began drinking his entire mug full of cold beer. "What's wrong...?"
"Nothing...!" gasped Zack, wiping his mouth on his sleeve.
As the guys continued to eat and drink to their fill, Zack watched as the waiter came out of the men's room, and staggered weakly back into the kitchen. Through the large picture window he could see the owner/cook yelling at the waiter..., at Steven. He watched as the burly man slapped Steve across the face, calling him a "lazy good for nothing" before physically bending him over the work table and slamming his cock up the poor man's ass.
"I think we should get out of here...!" suggested Zack...
Continued...
Written by Eugene Marvin NPhillydogg@aol.com Join me on facebook for updates on your favorite stories!