Date: Sat, 13 Dec 2008 02:19:40 -0800 (PST)
From: James Jones <jacanakid21@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Long Weekend

This tale contains descriptions of sexual acts between males; if this is
not to your taste or you are under age or it is against the law where you
live to read such matter please leave now.Your comments & ideas are welcome
at justjames17@gmail.com all emails answered except flames which are
extinguished on receipt.

The story is copyrighted and cannot be reproduced or posted on any group or
site without first obtaining permission of the author.

Please help keep Nifty viable into the future by donating a few dollars to
their coffers.


                        The Long Weekend by justjames17.


Brett was in his room wanking, when he heard the sound of footsteps
approaching down the passage outside; it wasn't unusual as it was a
dormitory at the college he attended. There were always guys moving about
between rooms and in and out of the building heading off to classes, the
footsteps halted at his closed door and someone knocked on the door. Brett
cursed under his breath and stuffed his erection away in his cargoes
grabbing a folder of notes to put on his lap as he called out to who ever
it was to come in.

The door opened and in jived Terry and Mike, both guys were in the swim
team with Brett and in some of his classes so they were mates, Terry
grooved across towards the bed where Brett reposed. Both guys seemed to be
in tune to some unheard music, Terry flopped down next to Brett while Mike
parked his cute bum on the swivel chair at Brett's desk. Terry grinned at
Brett and said, "Hey Brett we've got a proposition for ya mate and we had
an invite to go stay up at Lake Eildon in Greg's family holiday house."

Brett looked at him then Mike questioningly, "And what guys?"

Mike grinned, "We're wondering if you'd like to come because Terry's car's
croaked and we can't get there, you'll have a great time up there, fishing,
swimming and hiking and partying."

Brett rolled his eyes and grumbled, "So if Terry had his wheels you guys
wouldn't have even thought about asking me would you?"

Mike shook his head, "Yeah we would because there was going to be an odd
number, Angelo is coming too as well as Greg and Geoff."

Brett thought for all of ten seconds, Angelo was a hot looking latino dude,
he sat up and laughed, "Hahaha yeah right I bet you would have, ok scum
bags I'll drive you guys up there. When are we leaving?"

Brett grinning like a Cheshire cat said, "Friday arvo as soon as we can get
away, it's a couple of hours drive to get there, is that ok?"

Brett nodded and said, "Fine, now you two piss off so I can study."

Mike and Terry got to their feet, Terry suddenly reached down and got a few
of Brett's shin hairs in his finger and tweaked them before jumping back
laughing and bolting for the door as Brett threw a pillow after him. Brett
rubbed his shin and then grinned at the closed door, he thought about the
upcoming three day break and the trip away with the blokes, a thought
popped into his head, "Why was it so important that there be an even number
of guys?"

He also thought of who was going, it was the top swimmers in the team, the
fittest apart from himself he thought, definitely the best looking and
buffest built dudes. Brett was becoming excited at the idea of the six of
them spending some quality time together, it should be a real team bonding
time as they all got to know each other. Brett lounged on the bed thinking
and daydreaming about the weekend, he wasn't gay but he was experiencing
strange feelings about his teammates especially Angelo. He was attracted to
the dark swarthy appearance, the thick black wavy hair and his dark brown
eyes with the exceptionally long lashes, Angelo's muscular body was molten
hot, probably the buffest of all the swimmers and wore the tightest
smallest speedos to hold and flatten his package.

Brett thought of himself as the least attractive team member with his long
lean body, reddish blond hair and his freckles, he acknowledged he had good
broad shoulders and a narrow waist but his muscle definition couldn't
compare to the other blokes on the team. His speedos didn't bulge as big as
the rest and he was embarrassed that he only packed 5 and a bit inches in
the erection department, the other studs all seemed longer and thicker
which made him feel inadequate. He'd glimpsed their bones now and then in
the showers after training but he'd made sure he kept himself turned facing
away from the rest.

Now for the first time he was going to really be a part of the team, a
three- day break alone with these top blokes, up in the bush where they
could really have a good relaxing time away from the pressures of college
and the study and training. Brett hoped to be finally a member of the inner
circle of the team, he was envious of their closeness and was desperate to
be accepted and made a part of the elite group. Study forgotten Brett,
hauled out his excited erection and began caressing it lovingly, he watched
his long skin hood uncover and slid back over his sensitive pink knob.

After a few strokes he watched the bubbles of juice appear at his piss
slit, his hood spreading it as it slipped up and down increasing the
sensitivity of his cock head. Brett's eyes closed as he lay back stroking
himself his pink tongue eased from his mouth swabbing across his lips
leaving them slick and glistening. Excitement built in his crotch, his
stomach tensed making his small abs flex, he moaned and his voice throatily
rasped out, "Angelo, oh Angelo I'm going to cum."

His cock pulsed and stiffened in his grasp as his balls vanished from sight
leaving his wrinkled pink sack empty, then with a guttural groan he arched
up his tight buttocks clenched and dimpled as his penis exploded spewing
sperm all over his flexing torso. Spattered strings and puddles of pearly
cream adorned his sweaty body, tiny rivulets of juice began trickling down
his sides as he groaned and collapsed back onto the bed, chest heaving as
he panted.  His still stiff cock oozing cum onto his flat belly, as he held
it in his shaking fingers, Brett sighed and raised his head to look down
his torso to see his dick pointing up at him its moist glistening head
coated in cream. Brett reached for his t-shirt lying on the bed and began
cleaning himself up, he had never made such a mess before and he realised
how excited he had become thinking about the upcoming weekend.



                          OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO



Friday arrived and the blokes all felt the day dragged out interminably
they were all champing at the bit to get on the road, finally the last
class droned to an end and the bell sounded. The classroom erupted as desk
lids banged and crashed, books were closed and either stowed in the desks
or in their carry bags to be locked in their lockers. A mass exodus raced
from the rooms and a milling throng of students mingled and moved through
the halls to finally burst through the entrance doors into the fresh
air. Our intrepid lads had already packed and loaded Brett's battered old
Toyota Tarago, they met up at the vehicle and checked that they had
everything except the beer and perishable food supplies, that they would
buy on their way along with crushed ice to keep it chilled in the Esky's.

Terry called out, "All aboard the Eildon Express."

They all laughed and clambered into the car, Angelo slid into the front
passenger seat and the rest boarded the rear and settled into their seats
with much ribaldry and messing about. Brett raised his voice over the
ruckus, "Put your seat belts on guys and let's get on the road."

The racket subsided somewhat as the click of metal on metal sounded, seat
belts fastened Brett cranked up the engine and they moved out of the car
park. Down the road a way they pulled into the driveway of a hotel's bottle
department, they sorted out their money clubbing together to buy the grog
and ice, loaded the beer into the car fridges and packed the crushed ice on
top before closing and locking the lids in place. Away they drove and the
next stop was to fill the petrol tank for the long drive ahead, again money
changed hands as they paid for the fuel, everything equally split between
them. The supermarket was the next port of call to stock up on meat, fruit
and vegies that were also packed in the fridges. Tasks completed the lads
all began singing as they headed out of town and onto the highway; half an
hour later they'd worn out their song vocabulary and settled back watching
the countryside passing the windows.

They pulled into the property where they were staying and drove up the dirt
driveway under the over hanging gum trees, cicadas singing in the warm
still air as they arrived at the old two storied homestead. Greg pulled out
the keys and unlocked the heavy wooden door; a musty heat assailed their
noses as they moved inside. Greg said, "Let's open all the windows and
doors and air the place out, it hasn't been used for a while."

They scurried about opening everything then unloaded their gear and the
Esky's of beer, Greg turned on the power at the switchboard and said,
"We'll have to keep the booze in the car fridges until the refrigerator
cools down, lets crack a can to celebrate our arrival."

They all grabbed a chilled tinny and headed out onto the sweeping veranda
that ran the whole way round the old house, everyone sat on the wooden
floor and dangled their legs over the side as they surveyed their
surroundings. Just visible through the trees they could see the glint of
water; the weir was close by and inviting them to test its waters, Terry
holding onto his half empty can yelled, "Last on in is a wombat."

With that he leapt off the veranda and ran towards the weir, he pulled off
his t-shirt as he ran juggling his beer as he removed it, he kicked off his
sandals as he ran down the sloping bank and leapt yahooing loudly into the
water.  Spray flew through the air twinkling like diamonds in the sunlight;
Terry's splashdown started the barrage as five other bodies leapt high to
bomb into the water. Mud stirred and soon the once clear water turned brown
as the lads began wrestling and trying to duck one another. Brett was
enjoying the close contact as wet bodies moved against him, his package was
groped several times and he reciprocated grabbing whatever he could. They
all left the water their shorts dripping wet as they collected their
shirts, sandals and empty cans from the bank on the way back to the house.

The warm air dried their shorts as they walked only their underpants stayed
wet, they reached the veranda and Greg laughed and began removing his
shorts, "Hey guys we are alone here we can run around in our jocks or naked
if we wish."

He twirled his shorts around on his finger as he reached into his briefs to
adjust his goodies, he tossed his shorts onto the railing and stood there
doing muscle poses as he said, "Suffer puny boys you can admire my studly
body but no touching."

Terry, Mike and Geoff grabbed him and lifted him off his feet raising him
above their heads as he squirmed and wriggled laughing like a loon, they
lowered him again but before they released him his briefs were tugged down
exposing his sexy bits. Brett's eyes nearly fell out of his head as he
stared at Greg's genitals, they were perfect, standing out from his honey
blond pubes, a smooth cylinder of muscle covered by silky skin and a very
nice pair of balls sagged low in his smooth sack due to the heat. Brett
couldn't tear his eyes from those flopping juicy bits, he was struggling to
stop himself reaching out and grabbing them. These feelings were new and
strange to him, he'd always enjoyed looking at lads' bodies but since the
invite to join the guys his desires had escalated into new territory.

He tore his eyes away and turned to look out across the dusty front yard
with the brown desiccated grass drooping over from the heat and the long
drought. The weir was down by a huge amount but luckily where the house was
there was plenty of water but Brett remembered as they drove over the
highway bridge at Bonnie Doon where there should have been water there was
dead grass and wilting saplings showing it had been dry for many years.

Brett could hear the guys messing around behind him and a pair of briefs
flopped across his shoulder, he jerked in surprise and turned his head to
look over his shoulder. The odour of hot aroused guy flooded his nostrils,
his cock instantly leapt erect in his pants as he saw all five of his
friends were now naked and wrestling around on the timber deck. Brett
watched their bare arses and family jewels flashing as they moved, he was
getting incredibly excited and aroused by the tantalising displays. The fun
slowed down and the guys parted lolling on the old wooden decking, they
were breathing hard and their bodies glistened with sweat. Greg climbed to
his feet and said, "I'm going to cool off again in the water, who's joining
me?"

Everyone followed him with Brett lagging behind watching those sexy arses
waggle as they ran, by the time they dived in he was boned to the max again
and he swam away from the group as they floated together cooling off. The
guys didn't get into the usual hi jinx they seemed happy to just cool off;
Brett cruised around the edge of the group keeping himself at a safe
distance but scanning the delightful sights of all those fit glistening wet
bodies. Hunger drove the lads from the water and they headed up to the
house to raid the food supplies, Greg suggested a BBQ and everyone agreed
that sounded great. They all began salivating at the thought of succulent
steaks sizzling on the hot plate, Brett and Angelo were elected to prepare
a salad to go with the meal and the others left them in the kitchen while
they adjourned outside to the BBQ.

Everyone was by now used to being naked and Angelo kept sneaking little
glances at Brett as they worked side by side slicing and rinsing the salad
items, Brett caught him a couple of times as he too peeked at the swarthy
stud beside him. Brett was totally enthralled at the sight of Angelo's dark
brown uncut penis and almost black velvet ball bag, it was so different to
his pale pinkish white circumcised prick and darker pink sack, not to
mention the at least 2 inches more cock that wagged between those muscular
bronzed thighs resting on Angelo's heat induced swaying egg sized low
hangers that stretched the fine smooth skin of his sack. Brett wondered
what it would be like to suck those big balls, what would it feel like to
roll them gently on his tongue. Brett was terrified he'd crack a fat just
glancing and thinking about his swarthy companion, he wondered just how big
that monster could grow when erect.

Angelo too was admiring his co-worker, he had fancied Brett ever since he'd
joined the swim team, that cute pale tight round arse was a turn on and
he'd had plenty of chances to eye it off due to Brett always showering with
his back to the rest of the guys. Angelo had dreamed of parting those
alabaster orbs and tongue bathing the deep crack until Brett cried out with
utter lust.  Angelo felt his cock chubbing a little and pressed himself
against the cupboard where they were working at the sink crushing his
goolies hard to stop the erection leaping up.

The BBQ went great and they all imbibed a few cans of beer getting a rosy
glow going, the sun set behind the trees and night descended over the area,
the lads all feeling weary after the day's events began drifting inside to
shower before bed. Brett was the last to leave the veranda and he waited
for the bathroom. The other guys had ambled up the stairs to the bedrooms
and disappeared in two's into the rooms. Angelo was in the shower and Brett
could hear him singing, even his voice sounded sexy to Brett as he waited
for Angelo to come out. Eventually the bronzed spunk opened the door,
grinning at Brett the scent of his freshly washed body, shampooed hair and
deodorant wafted to Brett's nostrils as the naked stud walked past on his
way to the last bedroom. Brett entered the shower and turned it on washing
himself thoroughly then he had an awesome wank thinking of Angelo as he
stroked himself off. He knew he was sharing the room with Angelo and didn't
want to go to bed excited, he jerked till he shot his bolt spurting sperm
al over the tiled floor the water flushing it away down the drain.

Feeling clean and relaxed Brett towelled off vigorously and cleaned his
teeth before using his deodorant and combing his hair, no gel as he was
going to bed. He tied the towel around his waist before he turned off the
light and exited switching off the downstairs' lights as he climbed the
stairs. He peeked in the open door of the first bedroom and saw Gregg on
top of Geoff his muscular arse flexing as he humped his mate's arse, Brett
stopped in his tracks not believing his eyes but tore himself away to walk
on. In the next room he found Mike and Terry doing a 69 and sucking each
other's rampant rock hard rods, Brett couldn't believe what he was seeing
and absent mindedly was groping himself under his towel. Brett was in a
quandary, he couldn't believe his eyes these blokes were behaving so gay,
oh they had all ways grab arsed and messed around but this was way more
than that this was unreal sex. He now wondered what might happen in bed
with Angelo and headed for the third bedroom his towel showing his
excitement.


                                    To be continued.