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CHAPTER FOUR Daniel
It's Saturday and the last tour group has left. The owners prefer me welcoming them and answering their often stupid questions. They say I have the face and personality for it.
In other words, the fact that I'm good looking, helps sales.
I go to my room at the back of the estate and jump in the shower, wash myself, shave and style my hair into the modern spikey, One Direction, kind of way. Big hair is the in thing these days and I must admit, my do looks good on me.
Putting on a pair of black jeans and a black long-sleeved velveteen sweater with a zipper in front, I'm ready for a good night out. Who knows, maybe I'll even meet a sexy enough guy to fuck.
A colleague, Koos, who has a girlfriend in Franschhoek, gives me a lift into town and drops me off at my favourite pizzeria, next to an antique bookshop.
I get a table outside, as it's a lovely evening and my usual cute waiter walks up to me to take my order. He's been giving me the eye since he served me the first time and I think maybe tonight will be his lucky night.
Though his nametag states his name as Jaco, which is an Afrikaans name, he always speaks to me in English. It's common around here and in most cases a name is no indication of what a person prefers to converse in.
"Howzit. Do you want anything to drink?" He looks me over and I can see a glimmer in his eyes.
Yes, it's definitely a given. Tonight, I'm getting laid.
"Thanks, Jaco. You can bring me a beer and ... call me Daniel."
He beams at me. "Ok, Daniel. Coming right up."
Sashaying away, he is a little too feminine for my liking but man does he have a firm ass. Would it take my eight-incher though? Well, I'll have to wait and see.
I look at the menu and make my choice just as he returns with my beer.
"So, what will you be having tonight?" Funny he says tonight since it's still light outside. I look at my watch. Grief, it's after six-thirty already. The sun really sets late here.
"Bring me a margarita pizza and some focaccia bread. I'd also like some avocado on the side but make sure it's nice looking. I hate it if it has those bitter black spots in it."
"Sure thing." He jots down my order onto a small pad.
He arches his own eyebrow at me. "Anything else?"
I scan his body slowly, taking in his skinny frame, hint of a nice package, pigeon-chest, beautiful broad smile, which I'd like to slam my dick into, and his big brown eyes. His straight, light-brown, hair isn't too long or too short and he has a cute fringe to the side.
My mind's, made up.
"You. After your shift's done." I stare straight into his eyes and adjust my hard-on in my jeans. Wanting him to look and it works. He glimpses at my crotch to see what I'm packing and I lean back a little, giving him a better view of my large dick, straining to escape the confines of my jeans. It's silhouetted against my jeans, pointing at my hip.
He licks his lips and swallows hard. "I finish at eleven."
"I'll wait. Now get me my order. I'm starving."
"Yes ... Sir!" He chirps and walks off, a little uncomfortably. He must be hard too.
I finish eating and have another two beers and end up chatting to some girls who sat down at the table next to me.
Finally, eleven o'clock arrives but it's still a good twenty minutes before he comes over to me and invites me back to his place. "I stay a few blocks away from here in a backroom, adjoined to an old house. It's not much but all I can afford for now. I don't think you really care where you end up fucking me, do you?"
"You got that right." I stand up and adjust my dick by putting my hands quickly down my trousers. My damn ball hairs are caught up around my semi-hard shaft.
We walk in silence, eagerness driving us to get to his place as quickly as possible.
Once we arrive, he unlocks the door and I follow him inside. He skims back past me to lock the door behind us and then turns to me, beaming.
I wait for him to make the first move.
He doesn't disappoint and starts kissing my neck and gently bites my left earlobe. I'm instantly hard.
Kissing and flicking his tongue beneath my chin and down my neck, he starts unzipping my sweater. The kisses and licks continue downwards slowly and, as he moves, he unzips me further until my sweater is completely open, baring my well-defined, tanned, chest and abs.
Coming back up from my navel, he carefully nibbles my one nipple and I let out a moan, before he moves on to the other one.
My dick's aching for release but I want him to work for it. What I have to give him, he has to earn. Never-mind the fact that I want to fuck him, regardless.
But for a willing bottom like him, the effort is part of the thrill. I've learnt that much, over the years.
Letting go of my nipple, he trails his tongue down my stomach until he reaches the top of my jeans.
I inhale sharply.
He undoes the steel button and flicks a lick into my underpants and unzips my fly, pulling my dick out from its prison, with quick and precise movements.
"Yummy!" He smiles up at me and grabs my dick.
In seconds, he has me completely in his mouth, up to the back of his throat, and I can feel him trying to manage his gag reflex.
"Hayibo!" I groan.
Jaco uses his tongue expertly to caress my helmet and I let out another deep moan in appreciation. While worshiping my dick, he pulls my briefs and jeans down my legs and pushes them down onto my ankles.
He goes to town on me. No hands even, just his glorious mouth. I'm lucky tonight, at least he's a Fundi at giving head.
"Whatever you do, don't stop!" I grab him by his hair and shove my dick rough into his face and start fucking him orally.
Just as I'd imagined.
He doesn't flinch and keeps letting me fuck his face, as if his life depends on it. His saliva runs down my shaft and onto my testicles.
Grabbing hold of my balls, he squeezes them gently and I know I'm going to cum soon if I let him carry on like this.
But, it's just too damn good.
Suddenly, he stops and stands up, stripping off his golf-shirt, trousers, boxers and removes his sneakers off with his toes. I lean down quickly and remove my shoes, jeans and underpants, but keep my socks on.
His hard, seven-inch, circumcised dick stands rigid and up towards his belly-button.
I can spot pre-cum at the slit.
"You going to stand there or fuck me?" He glares at me.
Well, up and until now, I've been relatively restrained but it's crunch time. So, I grab a condom and sachet of gel from my jean pocket on the floor and open both of them with my teeth. I sheath myself with the condom and squirt the gel onto my dick, making sure I have enough left for his ass.
Bending him over the small desk in his room, I rub the remaining gel roughly onto his bum-hole and position my tip at his bleached entrance. He moans while I do that.
Not to disappoint, I start pushing in but there's a bit of resistance. Marvellous!
Pushing in further, with great effort, he yells out. "Fuck me, for fucks sakes!"
"Ja, fokken wag, man!" I make one final remorseless thrust, filling him up to the hilt.
"Jesus! Man!" He lets out a yelp.
Not giving a shit on whether he's happy or not, I pound into him, thrust after thrust, with vigour and gusto.
He wanted to be so fucking impatient.
Rocking back and forth, pushing himself against me, as I thrust forward and relaxing as I pull out, I realize he likes it rough. And he likes it fast.
He confirms my assumption by yelling out, "Thank you, thank you!"
I feel his insides grip my dick like a vice, as I fuck the shit out of him.
It's heavenly.
"Jy smaak my groet voël, hey?! Vat hom! Jou fokken slet!" And I appreciate him liking my big dick and fuck him even harder and quicker.
"Moenie stop nie! I love your big dick! Ek's fokken mal daaroor!" He shouts at me not to stop.
It's amazing how someone's mother tongue comes out when they're in the middle of a good fuck.
Fucking him without mercy, his moans start to sound more and more as if he's crying, but he's still pushing back on my shaft.
To be honest, I can't sustain this pace, as I'm getting close. "I'm going to cum! Are you ready for me?!" I thrust faster and feel my balls retract into my groin.
"Oh God, yes!" He yells out in encouragement.
"O, bliksems, donner, moer!" I grip both his hips hard and my knuckles whiten, as I cum. At the exact moment, his ass grips my dick firmly.
I shoot a huge load into the condom and my entire body jerks from my orgasm. Covered in sweat and with my dick still inside him, I reach around his waist and replace his hand to jerk him off, until he himself loses it.
"O! Liewe Jesus!" He yells out as his cum splatters all over the little desk.
I grab the bottom of the condom and remove my now softening dick from him gently. Taking the condom off and tying it like a balloon, I throw it into the small dustbin next to the desk and start to get dressed.
He stands up, shakily. "Aren't you staying the night?" His eye plead at me.
"Can't do. I have to work tomorrow and get up around 5:00 am. I'll seek you out some other time. Thanks for that, by the way. It was great fun and your ass' something else. Best fuck I've had in years."
"Thanks. You too." He smiles, but I can see in his eyes, he's disappointed.
Regardless, I leave him and walk a kilometre or so to Koos' girlfriend's place. They allow me to come in at any time and I usually catch a lift back with him in the mornings. That's if he's working the following day.
He's also a student like me but is in his final year.
Getting to her place, I look underneath the pot plant at the back door and, sure enough, there's the key. It's also exactly where I'd left it the last time I was here.
Once inside, I strip down to my briefs and get onto the sleeper-couch with the bedding already made up.
I need to go to the beach, soon. The fresh sea-air and cool water will do me good.
Maybe I'll do Llandudno on Tuesday, when it's my next day off? It's quiet and off the beaten track with a lot of expensive houses around there. The residents consider it to be their private beach but no one's ever bothered me about using it.
Probably because I'm good looking and, judging by my aching groin and thigh muscles, clearly seen as one of the young, top dogs.
An alpha-male.
The beach sounds like an excellent plan and I fall asleep in seconds.