Rob is visiting New Zealand when he runs across a surfing young Maori man who needs a few dollars for a new surfboard… or maybe a lot of dollars! Rob is all too happy to help him out with a hand, a mouth and maybe even more, giving this Kiwi the thrill of a lifetime!
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“Hey, have you boys ever heard of The Talltops?” Rob Winthrop asked the foursome of young kiwis. The Talltops were an all-Maori ukulele-based pop band, well-known locally, or so the Talltops’s social media claimed. Rob was here to investigate the truth of that.
All four erupted in cheers and laughter. It was too much too quickly for Rob to hear what they said. One of them must have made a joke because they all laughed, and there was some shoving too. One of them, the handsome one, nearly fell over into the sand.
“Hell yeah, mate, they’re famous as, around here,” said one.
“Yeah, everyone listens to them,” said the handsome one. He had a thick curly mane of black hair sticking above his head. His skin glistened with the sea spray. He had been surfing recently, it seemed, and he carried two halves of a broken surfboard. He glanced wistfully at the ocean, just maybe thirty meters away. The waves crashed audibly against the beach, which Rob always thought was such a peaceful, joyous sound, it was a strange contrast with the rambunctious tomfoolery of these young surfers.
“Shut up, Joseph, don’t pretend you know what you’re talking about. You never heard of them three months ago, and now you’re talking like you’re their biggest fan-” said the first.
The handsome one, Joseph, playfully thwacked his friend with his broken skateboard. “Fuck you, mate, I never said I liked them longer than anyone-“
“Okay, okay, don’t fight, guys,” Rob said before punches were about to be thrown. “I just wanted to know. What are some other local bands you like?”
“Who the hell are you, eh?”
“Are you American?”
“No, no, my name is Rob Winthrop, I’m a scout for a small record label,” Rob said.
They all nodded. “You’re looking for a band?”
“We play! I know guitar and that.”
“I write songs!”
“No, no, sorry guys,” Rob said. He threw his hands up. “Not like that. We’re only looking for established bands with a following. I can’t sign anyone without thousands of Facebook and Twitter followers. Not you personally, the band’s followers. I have to justify my acquisitions to my boss. I think The Talltops are the only band I can consider around here.”
They grumbled and looked down at their feet. No one said anything. They all shared knowing glances with each other, leaving Rob to feel left out.
“What happened to your surfboard?” Rob asked Joseph when the silence became too awkward.
“Busted it, mate,” Joseph said as though it should have been obvious. He pointed to one of the others. “It was his fault-“
“Was not, dickweed!”
“You want a new one?” Rob asked.
“Cheers, broah! A new surfboard, eh?”
Rob nodded. “All you have to do is stick your dick in my ass.”
As Rob expected, there was a long awkward silence and then an outpouring of laughter. Joseph turned so deep red his face looked like an overripe strawberry. He was naturally swarthy, just light enough that his blushing could be seen. His friends all tried to pat him on the ass — he was sitting down on a sandy brick wall, so they just felt up his back instead. He bristled and winced and pushed them away.
“Wait, you serious, mate?”
“I’ll buy you any surfboard you want.”
“The Hemanawa, eh.” He said it as though he had been waiting for this moment. He chuckled. “Sorry, mate, I know that’s-“
“Fine.” Rob shrugged.
He looked at Rob like he never expected Rob would agree to that. “What? That costs heaps! Eleven hundred dollars, mate.”
“Fine,” Rob said. He blushed. “I can afford it. We’ll go to that beach shower over there, your friends can be lookouts.”
“Ew, gross-!”
“No way!”
“I’ll pay you guys fifty bucks each to be lookout,” Rob said. Despite their reluctance moments before, they each raced to agree. Rob smiled. “What do you say, Joseph?”
“Do it! Do it! Do it!”
“Yeah, mate, do it!”
Joseph smiled wanly and nodded. “Fine. Okay. I’ll do it, mate. I’ll… you can’t stick nothing in me, right? I’m not touching your dick and that, eh.”
“Yeah, fine. I just jerk you off and you ram me in the ass,” Rob said. “That’s it.”
He nodded and led Rob to the beach shower. This was not a highly trafficked area of beach with no bachs nearby, so the shower was empty. It was an open-air shower with wooden walls. Rob loved to mess around in a place like this, and this was the first time he could actually make it happen.
Rob sunk to his knees and pulled down Joseph’s shorts. A fat, uncut cock popped out, a deep brown color like a tan macadamia nut. Joseph chuckled. His wide-brown face was dappled in sweat.
“How is it, broah?”
Joseph grumbled. He couldn’t keep still as Rob kissed his cocktip. There was something delightfully immature in the way he fidgeted, shifting his weight on his feet, bringing his hands together and apart, stroking his forehead and running his fingers through his curly black hair. When he smiled nervously, his deep dimples were apparent.
“So, wow… you’re serious as, mate?”
That made Rob laugh too. “You waited until your cock was in my mouth to ask if I was serious? I’d say at this point, you have your answer, Joseph.”
He smiled. “Yeah…”
“Have you ever done this before?” Rob asked. He flopped Joseph’s limp cock over his face. It was big and fleshy, uncut, smelling vaguely of sea-spray, sand and sunlight, or maybe that was just the Pacific Ocean a few meters away.
Joseph frowned. “No! No, mate,” he said. Then he checked that his buddies couldn’t see or hear — they stood on the other side of the doorway, whispering in hushed tones — and he whispered, “Yeah.” He held up two fingers. He mouthed the words “two times”.
Rob nodded. Now that he was swallowing it deeply and moistly, Joseph’s cock began to perk up. It stiffened in Rob’s mouth, and Joseph let out a muffled moan.
“There he goes, are you cumming already, Joseph?”
“I bet he is, his girlfriend told me he got that premature ejaculation-“
“Heaps quick-“
“Shut up out there!” Joseph called out. He grinned broadly. He grabbed one of the halves of his surfboard and threw it over the wall of the showerhouse. When he did, his cock spasmed in Rob’s mouth and precum exploded on Rob’s tongue, as though the only reason he hadn’t already started to leak precum was that he was nervous and distracted. Now that he focused on throwing the surfboard, his cock moistened and slickened, sliding directly down Rob’s throat.
Rob moaned around the knob in his mouth. Joseph and his buddies began throwing rocks over the wall back and forth at each other. They were just small pebbles, so when they hit Rob, they didn’t hurt. Joseph howled through, when one hit him on the lip. A few drops of blood appeared.
“Quit it, mate!”
“You started it, Joseph!”
“I’m trying to make money, and you lot are getting paid heaps too! You should be supporting me!”
“Way to go, Joseph! You’re an excellent rentboy! Hardout!”
“I’ll tell your mom how good you are at bludging with your tiny dick. Finally, a skill!”
“I got skills, mate! I can outsurf you drongos!” Joseph bellowed over the wall. He stood on his toes to get as close to his friends as possible, which forced Rob to lift himself up on his knees as high in order to keep at his dick. Joseph also moved closer to the wall, slamming Rob against it. Joseph’s hips kept moving like he was desperate to get deep in Rob’s mouth, but Joseph’s upper half seemed to have forgotten that’s what was happening. Joseph tried to climb the wall without removing his shaft from Rob’s throat, as his dick pulsated and spewed precum into Rob’s belly.
Joseph — bending over sideways so he didn’t have to remove his cock from Rob’s mouth — grabbed a discarded jandal off the ground. He tossed that over the wall. There was some shouting and an annoyed grunt.
“Ow, that hit me on the mouth, Joseph!”
Joseph laughed. “Why was your mouth open?” He had his hands on his hips, looking up at the wall. “Huh? Whose cock was in there?”
“Only one of us is doing that right now, mate.”
“It’s the Maori way!” Joseph said. “As long as you’re on top-“
“Oh now he’s interested in Maori ways. Hey, broah, don’t let him make you think he’s really Maori. In grade five it took him so long to say Aotearoa he started crying. The teacher called him a retard.”
“Nah-ah!” Joseph screamed. He looked down at Rob and blushed. “That wasn’t the teacher, who called me a retard, you’re wrong! Idiot! I had a speech problem. I had a speech therapist.” He chuckled. “I am Maori. I just don’t speak Maori. None of them speak it either.”
“I do!”
“You take classes on it cuz you like teacher’s cock-“
“Shut up!”
Rob was annoyed that Joseph kept moving around — he had stopped watching Rob, so he didn’t realize that Rob was bobbing and weaving all over the place trying to keep the taste of Joseph’s meat on his tongue.
“Oh,” Joseph said. He sighed. “Sorry. Are you, like… turned on by Maoris? You can call me Hohepa if you want. That’s my Maori name.”
“No it isn’t, broah. Hohepa is just the Maori version of Joseph. No one calls him that.”
“It’s not a big deal,” Rob said. He just wished Joseph would calm down and focus on his dick. He seemed to be looking for opportunities to distract himself.
“Oh, good, good,” Joseph said. He hesitated. “My older brother says there are American chicks who come to New Zealand because they want to pay Maori men for sex and that. He said he made heaps for screwing hot Californian chicks, eh. But he said you have to have a Maori accent and dance the haka and stuff,” He sighed. “Is that…?”
“Joseph, I’m not American and I’m not a chick,” Rob said. “But no, I don’t think that’s true.”
“Your brother is a useless fat drunk, Joseph. He doesn’t get laid by hot American chicks. He doesn’t even get laid by hot Australian chicks.”
“Your brother is s sad sac like you are, Joseph!”
“Hey, fuck you, mate!” Joseph said with a big belly laugh. He again tried to throw something over the wall at his friends, but this time, the thing he grabbed was his own swim trunks — togs. Rob really wanted to focus on playing with Joseph’s sweet, tropical-tasting cock and his potent salty precum, but he had to laugh and roll his eyes at that.
“Joseph… why did you throw your trunks over?”
Joseph closed his eyes and groaned. He smiled sheepishly, dick twitching on Rob’s lips. “I forgot that was the only clothes I had in here. I was gonna throw my boxers at them but I’m not wearing any. The togs are my underwear. Hey, give them back! Hey! Hey!”
Rob sighed and sat back. Sometimes, the drawback to jerking off hot young jocks and immature alphas like Joseph was that they were young and immature, like Joseph. Joseph didn’t even seem to notice that he was getting a nut off right now.
He jumped around on his feet, dancing as he looked for stuff to throw out of the showering area. His erect cock flopped around, dripping precum everywhere. He found a handful of pebbles and threw them over.
“Hey, fuckheads!”
But his friends mostly didn’t respond. They were being quiet. Rob sighed and leaned back against the shower wall.
“Hey!” Joseph jumped up and grabbed the top of the wall. He peered over the edge and held on. “Hey, they’re throwing my togs in the ocean! Hey! Quit it! Hey! Hey! Bring that back, broah! Hey! Quit playing!”
“Relax, Joseph, relax, I’ll buy you new trunks,” Rob said. “Relax, man, okay? Just relax. Chill out.”
Joseph hung from the top of the wall. His plump, tight little ass faced Rob, while Joseph yelled across the beach at his friends. He gave no indication of listening to Rob.
Rob rolled his eyes and kissed one of Joseph’s asscheeks. His skin was taut, powerful muscles brimmin beneath the surface. Now wonder he could jump all the way up to grab the edge of the wall, Rob thought, with thigh- and ass-muscle like this. That must come from surfing.
“Oh, whoah, broah, what are ya doing?” Joseph asked with a nervous squeal like a surprised piglet. He peered behind himself to watch Rob’s face dive between his cheeks. His ass tasted very strong of seawater, so salty and astringent it brought tears to Rob’s eyes.
But it tasted clean too, warm and inviting, musky, coconutty, like some hot exotic dessert filled with fruits Rob had never tasted. He teased the rim of Joseph’s asshole, making him shudder and turn red. Still he hung from the wall.
“You’re gonna be stuck in there forever, Joseph!”
His shorts just washed up again.
“Hey, wait a sec, I’ll be back. I need to bash them,” Joseph dropped back to his feet, darted around Rob and out of the showers. His hard cock jutted straight out and bobbed around as he ran.
He surprised his friends, who were not near the doorway — they had clustered near the wall where Joseph was poking over the edge — and ran past them. Rob rolled his eyes as he watched, peering carefully around the corner of the showerhouse entrance.
Joseph was fast. He was short, but he had long legs and he had a head-start on his friends. He made it to the waves first, picked up his dark red shorts and held onto them like a championship trophy. His massive cock was bare, erect and still dripping — either seawater or precum or both, Joseph couldn’t tell.
Then one of the other surfing Maoris tackled him. Joseph was knocked into the spray, and the whole bunch of them went down in a tangle of limbs. Rob wanted more than anything to go over to them and dive in as well — it must be glorious, he thought, laying there on the pristine beach wrestling with the bodies of a bunch of surfing jocks.
They were wrestling, elbowing and kneeing each other. It would probably hurt to be in the pile — Rob wasn’t a young tough buck like Joseph, he couldn’t handle that.
They didn’t seem too worried about accidentally touching Joseph’s naked body. Joseph and his friends did not have any aversion to naked wrestling, at least not until they realized Rob was watching them.
Then they came back to the beach shower. Rob was excited to see that the swim trunks were torn to shreds. He was annoyed to see that Joseph had lost his erection.
“Hey, mate, come buy me the surfboard now and new togs,” Joseph said. He wagged his dick between his fingers, aiming it at the surf shop just a few meters away from the showers. “Let’s hurry this up. I don’t want you to shoot through when I’m done.”
He didn’t wait for Rob to answer, he just headed over to the shop. He was confidently naked, his massive dick swaying between his legs. That was no doubt why he was so confident, Rob thought. He was probably glad for an excuse to make everyone see his dick.
“Holy shit, he’s doing it! He’s going in there naked!”
“He’s blue-ballin’ himself!”
“I am not, I’ll be done in a minute and I’ll ram that broah so hard his mum feels it,” Joseph said as he opened the door. “The fucking cold water messed with me anyway, I need a minute.” He chuckled. He opened the door and strode in.
“Hey! Joseph! No pranks! No hazing!” the shopkeeper bellowed and pointed towards the door. “Put your clothes on, Joseph!”
“I’m keen for some, mate,” Joseph said. He grabbed a pair of blue swim trunks and placed them on the counter. “I’m here to buy togs.”
“You have money now? I’m not haggling, Joseph.”
“He’s got a sugar-daddy.”
Rob stepped forward. “Hi. We’re in a hurry. Just the shorts and-“
“The Hemanawa.” Joseph crossed his arms over his chest. He smiled proudly.
The shopkeeper looked at Rob like a math equation that didn’t add up. “Are you really his sugar daddy? Does that mean what I think…? Nevermind, don’t tell me. The Hemanawa is very expensive.”
“I know.”
“And this.” Joseph grabbed a tin of surfboard wax and put it on the counter.
“Hey, broah, can I get a long surfboard too, eh?”
“Oh yeah, we can share it! We don’t use long boards, but we could all try it! C’mon, broah!”
Rob blushed and nodded. “Wait,” he said. “I’ll buy you all a long board, but you have to share it. And Joseph, you have to-” He cut himself off by grabbing Joseph by the six-packed torso and kissing him right on the lips. The others, including the shopkeeper, all guffawed and hooted. Joseph’s face turned bright red.
Joseph didn’t resist, he was just stiff. His muscles tensed up. He allowed Rob to kiss him, and he let Rob’s fingers roam over his body. Joseph shuddered.
When Rob finally pulled off him — Joseph’s friends had piled add-ons onto the counter: surfboard wax, some sort of coconut candy, iPhone earbuds, some tobacco for durries and a case of beer. Rob planted his lips on Joseph’s smooth neck. Joseph bristled and giggled nervously. He stood up straight as Rob withdrew his credit card with one hand, his other roaming down Joseph’s bare ass.
The shopkeeper grumbled. “Don’t you ever come in my store naked again, Joseph,” he said. He smiled at Rob. “Come again, sir.”
“Chur broah!”
“Sweet as, mate.”
It was thousand of dollars worth of stuff, and Rob hadn’t even paid the other guys for watching the showers yet. Rob couldn’t believe he had been talking in to spending so much. He didn’t mind the money, it was just that he knew by now — it was very obvious — that Joseph wouldn’t have required much convincing. Rob could have given him a hundred bucks, and Joseph probably would have seen that as more than enough.
But still, Rob wouldn’t have gotten all these perks, he thought as he leapt onto Joseph’s back — his friends had suggested Joseph carry him back to the showerhouse. Rob was clothed, but his rock-hard dick pressed into the small of Joseph’s back as Joseph strained to carry him across the street into the showers. His shoulder muscles writhed beneath Rob’s touch.
“Okay, damn, my balls ache, hurry up, man,” Joseph said when they were back in the showers. “I wanna use that surfboard while the waves are still good.”
The others were already arguing about who got to use the long board first, which meant they were not paying attention when Joseph again leaned against the wall so Rob could jerk him off. Rob slunk once more to his knees, and he popped Joseph’s knob in his mouth. But Rob had no sooner made contact with his dick before Joseph was hard all over again.
“Are you ready to ram me?”
“Hell yeah,” he said. Despite his words, he looked nervous. Joseph grimaced. “It’s a part of Maori culture. It’s okay if you’re on top. A real man should only ever be on top, like a conquering warrior.” He shrugged. “It’s okay for you to be on the bottom, that’s… You haven’t lost a battle, it’s just-“
“I know. I don’t need an explanation, Joseph,” Rob said. “Just stick it in.” He bent over and aimed his bare ass in Joseph’s direction.
“Pork him, Joseph! Make him squeal like a piggie!”
Joseph shrugged and stroked his dick. He approached Rob’s ass and gingerly touched it. When it didn’t turn out to be gross, he got more confident. He spread Rob’s cheeks and wedged his dick in. He held his breath and winced with his eyes, despite his cocky demeanor.
“You doin’ it, Joseph? Hurry up, mate!”
“Shut up! Just be quiet, man, I can’t root with you blathering!” Joseph said, speaking with more confidence than he displayed.
Then his cock jolted into Rob’s ass. There was a burst of pain and pleasure, and both men stopped. Joseph’s leering grin disappeared.
“Oh god…” Rob’s voice broke. His asshole tingled and sang as Joseph slid a few inches of his smooth manhood into him. Rob backed his ass up the best he could, ignoring the strain as he accepted more and more of Joseph’s fat dick.
“Is, uh… that okay? Uh… I mean, you best take it. Bitch,” Joseph said in his best — though not very good — impression of an American rapper. He smacked Rob’s asscheek. “Are you-?” But the motion of Rob’s plump cheeks and the clenching of his ass around Joseph’s cock made Joseph’s voice break. He moaned and grunted. His friends laughed on the other side of the wall.
“Oh. I think broah broke him.”
“Joseph must love that American broah’s cock. It probably tastes like meatloaf.”
“Meeeatlooooaf!” One of the others said in what was presumably an attempt at an American accent. The guys outside the showerhouse kept making meatloaf references — it must be an inside joke, maybe a YouTube video, Rob thought. He didn’t think of meatloaf as characteristically American, but maybe to kiwis it was different.
“Fuck you!” Joseph called out. He tried to make his voice as deep and macho as possible, but he ended up sounding weak and wavering because he was wracked by spasms of pleasure shooting up his body. He bit his lip.
It sounded like Joseph had another retort ready, or at least that he wanted to have a retort ready, but he just moaned. His cock throbbed in Rob’s ass. He was balls-deep now, on the verge of cumming. Rob could feel precum flowing into him.
Then Rob shot his own load onto the shower floor. It was a thick, hot wad of cum, but Joseph didn’t notice it — which was probably a good thing, as it likely would have made him less comfortable.
“Hurry up, Joseph, or we’re gonna use your new board.”
“Better not,” Joseph said. “I’ll deal to you, heaps!” He either sounded serious because he was angry at the possibility they’d use his surfboard before he did or because he was so close to orgasming that he had to concentrate to speak at all. He closed his eyes and gasped for air.
Rob slammed his ass all the way back. He lifted his head up until his shoulders pressed against Joseph’s writhing chest muscles. Rob turned his head and kissed Joseph once more on the lips just as he felt a wave of cum flow into his ass.
Joseph didn’t seem to even notice the kiss. He had his eyes closed, and he held onto Rob’s body with both hands, as though searching for tits on his chest. Rob’s tongue snaked into Joseph’s quivering mouth.
It was a long, flowing load that filled up Rob’s ass. It seeped into his flesh, its creamy warmth trickling through his body. Rob felt like he was bathing in the bright, sunny warmth of Joseph’s youth and vitality. It coated his entire body in its salty, cummy flavor.
And then it was over in a freezing cold flash — a bucket of cold water was dumped over the showerhouse wall. It landed on Joseph’s head, but most of it hit Rob as well. It was a bucket filled with seawater.
Rob and Joseph both gasped, their orgasms barely complete before the water snapped them out of their respective climaxes. Rob fell to the ground, twitching as he enjoyed his orgasm.
Joseph’s more energetic body leapt into action. He ran out of the showers, naked again, screaming insults and threats. He came back in a few seconds, muttered a few words of thanks to Rob and then put his new shorts on. He ran back out there, and a fight immediately ensued.
“Get off me, mate!”
“It was my board!”
“Fuck you!”
Rob watched for a few moments, but he got bored soon. He had gotten what he wanted. He left all of his remaining cash there with the long board, the wax and the other stuff he had bought — that included more than fifty dollars for each of Joseph’s friends. He didn’t wait for them to notice him leave.
He had gotten what he paid for, and he even got the info he needed on The Talltops. They were a signable band, he thought. He wondered if they would let him jerk them off too. He had a feeling they’d do anything for a record deal, and Rob intended to push them as far as they would go.