Date: Tue, 13 Jul 2010 12:11:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: Daniel Blue <danielblue45@yahoo.com>
Subject: Blowin' Vuvuzela (Getting the South African horn)

When Mick had stepped off the plane he had grinned at his buddies. They had
done it! It had seemed like such a pipe dream once, traveling out to South
Africa for the world cup and yet there they were, ready for all the action.


Well, when England crashed out of the World Cup he had lost interest in the
football and his attention turned once more to his one true, abiding
passion: men. His pals insisted they were going home now that the team was
out but Mick had no intention of leaving the rainbow nation just yet. He
drove his pals back to the airport and then checked into a new hotel and
started plotting how he could get his hands around some hot throbbing man
flesh.


He didn't have to wait too long. That evening he was sitting in the bar and
there was a group of African guys drinking beer and talking about the
football. When they realized that he was alone they invited them to join
them and there followed some good natured teasing about the English
team. They asked him what he thought about the vuvuzela and he couldn't
help it, the words just flew out of his mouth before he could stop them.

`The only vuvuzela I would like to blow isn't made of plastic and doesn't
make a noise.' he replied.

Suddenly he felt a hand close around his beefy British butt and he knew his
dream was about to come true. That hand massaged his meaty cheeks and he
could feel his cock start to twitch. A mouth pressed up close to his ear
and asked him if he wanted to go upstairs to his room. Mick just about flew
out the bar and into the elevator closely followed by three lean and
muscled dudes. He didn't even know their names but he didn't care; all he
knew was he was about to get regally fucked.


But the guys weren't in any hurry. They insisted Mick serve them a beer
from the mini bar and they introduced themselves. There was Vusi, with the
sleepy eyes and delicate features and Xolile with the powerful jaw and big,
fleshy lips and Sam, who looked slightly shifty and dangerous. It had been
Vusi who had fondled Mick's big butt in the bar and it was he who came up
to Mick now and started rubbing the outline of his cock through his jeans.

`So you want some vuvuzela huh?' Vusi asked.

Mick gulped and flashed a smile.

`So pretty.' Xolile said.

Xolile pulled Mick away from Vusi and covered Mick's lips with his own and
kissed him like he had never been kissed before. Mick's head was in a spin,
his knees were turned to jelly and his heart thumped in his chest. It was
only a lack of oxygen that forced Mick to break away. His face was flushed
and his rampant cock tented his jeans, threatening to burst clear through
the material. Xolile grabbed it and told Mick to prepare himself to be
fucked like he had never been fucked before. The words were magic in Mick's
ears and he was like a limp rag doll as the three guys started stripping
his clothes off.


`Such smooth skin.' Sam said as he reached out and stroked Mick's bare
chest before painfully crushing his left nipple between thumb and
forefinger.

`Ouch.' Mick protested.

`Oh, poor baby!' Sam teased and Mick hoped he hadn't bitten off more than
he could chew. `Come, kiss my vuvuzela.' Sam sneered as he undid his
trousers.


Mick was relieved to see that Sam's cock was only about five inches long
and on the slender side. He had feared he would be choked to death by a
huge club, driven by a sadistic thug. Mick quickly got down on his knees as
took Sam's cock into his mouth. It was a comfortable fit and he was
relieved to find that Sam let him do all the work. As he sucked Sam's cock
Mick fondled his medium sized balls which were drawn up close to his
body. He felt Vusi slide a hand down his back and under his cheeks and up
into his crack to tickle his truffle. The man had a feather light touch and
he seemed to know just exactly how to stir Mick's passion. He couldn't wait
to have it off with Vusi and Xoilile. But first he had to placate Sam and
get him to bust his nut.


But Sam had other ideas. He pulled Mick to his feet and then forced him
down on the bed.

`I'm going to fuck your big, beautiful bum.' Sam growled.

`Wait, wait.' he heard Xolile say.

And then he felt a large pair of hands pry his hefty cheeks apart and a hot
tongue start to tease around his asshole and he just knew that it was
Xolile.

`Aaaaaishhh! Xolile, you are such a slut!' he heard Sam say and Mick
couldn't tell if Sam was disgusted or turned on, but he didn't care.


That skilled tongue now probed Mick's' defenses and slipped past the guard
of his ring. He squirmed about on the bed as Xolile ate him out like the
tongue pro that he was. That tongue ought to in some sort of hall of fame,
Mick thought to himself as he ground his fat cock into the bed cover. Mick
had had his eyes closed as he enjoyed the amazing rim session but when he
felt something warm and spongy rub against his forehead his eyes flew open
and he was confronted with the biggest cock he had ever seen in the
flesh. Vusi's cock was easily a foot long and very, very dark. It was
slightly curved to the left and had a huge vein traveling the length of the
shaft. It seemed to be bulging and bending under its own weight. All Mick
could do was open his mouth and feed.


He only managed to take about two or three inches of that monster dick into
his mouth but it was enough to keep him happy. He was thinking ahead,
hoping to be able to surrender his ass to that fuck pole. For a few perfect
minutes he was sandwiched between Vusi's mega cock and Xolile's darting
tongue but Sam was growing restless. Mick heard him barking at Xolile to
get out of the way as he needed to fuck.


Sam's finger was rough as it forced its way up Mick's unlubed chute. Mick
came off Vusi's cock and begged him to use some lube. Sam withdrew his
finger and then carelessly lubed Mick's ass and then he climbed on top of
him and started to pump. It was like being rogered by pistons. The man
didn't stop to draw breath; he just kept pounding and complementing Mick on
how tight he was. Mick's poor ass stung like crazy and he was pleased when
Vusi whispered in his ear, reassuring him that it would soon be over. And
indeed it was. With a mighty roar Sam spunked off inside Mick's ass and
then rolled off him.


Mick heard him telling the others that he was leaving as he needed to pick
his girlfriend up from work. Warm hands stroked his back and fondled his
cheeks as Xolile and Vusi lay down on either side of him and tried to make
up for Sam rough ways. The thug was soon flushed from Mick's mind as those
loving hands stroked him into a frenzy. When Vusi told him to turn over he
was more than happy to obey.

`A nice thick one,' Vusi said as he gently cupped his hand around Mick's
fleshy cock and drew the long, tight foreskin back over the slimy, red
knob.

`Nowhere near as big as yours.' Mick observed.

`This one is big enough.' Vusi chuckled.

And the Vusi guided Mick's cock into his mouth and Xolile came up and
kissed him again and Mick was soon thrashing about on the bed in complete
ecstasy. He had never known a kisser like Xolile; his kisses were just out
of this world and about got Mick's never ends bursting out of his skin. And
Vusi's magical mouth worked up and down his shaft and over his sensitive
cockhead as his long fingers delicately teased Mick's big balls. Mick knew
that he couldn't last. He wanted to warn the men but with Xolile's tongue
dueling with his own he was unable to. Mick lost a second or two of his
life as he blacked out from too fantastic a fuck. He thrust his hips
upwards, driving his cock into the back of Vusi's throat as it erupted,
spewing a river of cum down the South African man's throat. Xolile broke
off the kiss just in time for Mick's dying groan to be heard.


`English vuvuzela is very good.' Vusi told him as he licked his lips,
capturing the last of Mick's creamy sauce.

`Fuck me, please' Mick begged.

`Yeah.' he heard Xolile say. `We're going to fuck this fat bum.'

Mick gasped when as he watched Xoilile undress. His skin was a much paler
color than Vusi's but he had the same amazingly toned body with the six
pack belly and square pecs. And when Mick at last caught sight of Xolile's
dick he was positively dizzy with lust. Inch for inch, he matched Vusi's
cock although Xolile's was as straight as an arrow and a little more
slender than Vusi's. Xolile came and lay down on Mick and kissed him and
the Englishman was surprised to find his cock stirring back into life. He
clutched Xolile close, really working his fingers into that tight, high
riding little ass of his.

`Turn over.' Xolile whispered when he at last broke off the kiss.


Mick's excitement caused his flesh to goosepimple as he turned over,
presenting his pale, fleshy man mound to the two African studs. Xolile's
big hands rubbed and squeezed Mick's cheeks and both men commented on how
ample his ass was and what a beauty it was and for once in his life Mick
felt that all the lager he had drunk and all the pies and fish and chips he
had eaten had been a good investment. Who knew that his big bum would be so
admired so many thousands of miles from home? And by two studs blessed with
the biggest todgers that Mick had ever seen in his entire life! And now he
felt Xolile gently work some lube into his bumhole and he knew this was
going to be the ride of his life.


Xolile was incredibly gentle as he slid his twelve inches deep into Mick's
guts, all the time checking to see that he was okay while Vusi whispered
sweet nothings in his ear. Mick was really glad that Sam wasn't there any
longer because he could relax in the company of these two charming, gentle
giants. When Xolile was buried to the pubic bone he lay still and nibbled
on Mick's earlobes while the Englishman adjusted to Xolile's big cock. It
was Mick who gave the signal to fuck and what a fuck it was! Xolile
exhibited all the amazing skill that he had used in kissing Mick earlier
and within a very short space of time Mick's senses were going into
overload. The feeling of being so completely filled by someone that he
instinctively felt that he could trust was just amazing and pleasure pulsed
out from the core of his body to every single inch of his flesh. He felt
like his whole body was just one big, overexcited nerve cell as that
magical cock slid through his lubed up love chute.

`Is it good?' Vusi whispered in his ear.

`The best.' Mick replied and it was no lie.


On and on Xolile fucked, sometimes slow and at other times quickening the
pace but he was always gentle. His lean frame slithered across Mick's back
as his big cock squelched its way through Mick's relaxed asshole and
stroked into his assguts. Xolile was drenched in sweat as he fucked Mick's'
deliciously big butt and delighted in the sexy-warm feel of his
interior. He was surprised that this dude could handle his big cock the way
he was doing as many had tried and failed. And when Xolile pulled his
throbbing cock all the way out Mick's desperate pleas to have it back again
were an immense turn on. From the moment he had heard what Mick said about
the vuvuzela back in the bar he had been building up to this moment and now
he couldn't hold back any longer. He clenched his tight little butt and
allowed his hungry cock to lurch deeper into Mick's gut as he cried out his
released and pumped out a huge load of joy juice.


Immediately Xolile pulled out of Mick's asshole Vusi mounted him. Vusi's
big curved cock slid in with ease as Sam's and Xolile's loads had prepared
the way. Mick was ready for a pounding and he had saved the best to
last. He wished he could see the handsome devil on his back as he worked
his slim hips and drove that weighty cock into his ass. Mick was getting
pounded into the mattress and he just couldn't get enough of it. The sweat
flew off his Vusi's brow as he mumbled something in Zulu before praising
the meaty magnificence of Mick's butt for the probably the tenth time. Mick
was consumed with lust and pleasure and he completely offered up his body
to Vusi for his pleasure. The dark skinned hunk yanked his huge throbber
all the way out of Mick's sloppy ass before punching back in again. Over
and over he pulled out and shot back in, pumping a massive load of air into
Mick's happy hole.

`Oohh vu..vu...vuvuzela!' Vusi' strangled cry lifted the rafters.

Mick felt his fucker's last savage stab into his guts as he bust his nut
and filled Mick's chute with another hefty dose of man cream.


Vusi lay panting on Mick's back for a long time before his softening cock
slid from Mick's cum slicked hole. All three of the guys got into the
shower and laughed and hugged as they cleaned each other up. Then the guys
went off back to their normal lives leaving Mick to remember the night he
had gotten the South African horn.


Daniel Blue
www.danielbluetales.blogspot.com