Date: Mon, 17 Aug 2009 22:41:04 -0400
From: nphillydogg@aol.com
Subject: aborigines-1

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...

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