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 Gently, he walked through the fields, feeling the warmth of the afternoon
sun on his bare back.  A light breeze wafted through the corn and cooled
his cheeks.  At once, Abrie stopped, seeing the now-familiar tree in the
distance.  Swiftly, he walked towards it, his hands in his denim pockets.
As he walked, his pectoral muscles jumbled.  He smiled somewhat, feeling
his muscles harden and tighten.  The sun had darkened his white skin over
the last few days, and it made him look ever better.

   Once there, he went against the tree, felt its rough bark and sat down
in the shade.  The brown sand was soft and warm.  In a short while, he
pulled off his shoes, feeling the sand wriggle through his toes.  He smiled
slightly, ticklish.  He laid back, enjoying the serenity of nature.

   One of his hands ventured near his pants, just lightly touching here and
there; the rough linen against his fingertips.  He reached deeper, into his
pants, underneath the linen, feeling the soft velvety material of his
briefs.  Even deeper, he felt his cock, slightly erect by now.

   Abrie grabbed his jeans, unzipped it, and kicked it off from his muscled
legs.  He pulled his black briefs down and sat down.  Immediately, his cock
sprang to life, free from its constrains, jutting upright as he sat down.
He laughed, the sand feeling weird against his loose-hanging and shaven
nuts.  He flopped one of them in his hands, enjoying the sensation of
closure.  They fell again to the sand.  The rough textures of the ground
felt to some length enjoyable on his ass.

   Slowly, he began to spread his legs apart on the sand, feeling it
tickling him as he swiped them.  He leaned backward, his left fist on the
bark and his other caressing the length of his shaft.  Suddenly, he looked
at his penis, the fullness and thickness of all 18.5 cm - he had measured
it the previous night.  As he gently began to flop his dick, he delighted
in seeing slight ripples in his forearms.  It vibrated through his entire
muscled teen body - his set of 8 abs and great torso down to his sturdy and
well-built legs.  Abrie was one heck of a boy and he knew it.

   Drawing his legs further apart, he pushed his hips forward, fully
appreciating his length.  With his fist guiding his dick, he angled it
higher, gently beginning to quicken his pace.  The skin flipped over his
cock head, revealing tantalizing glimpses of the purple mushroom head.  He
stopped for a few seconds, his fist still on his shaft, and laid back on
the bark, feeling it scratching his back.  His muscles askew, he gripped
his dick harder and gave a few fast tugs on the pole, grimacing hard as he
tried to do it faster than ever before.

   But he ceased, and grabbed one of his nuts with his left fist.  He felt
it move through his sack, cajoling with the other nut.  With his forefinger
and thumb, he felt all along his nut sack, feeling the veins and rubbery
skin tingle between his fingers.  His nut hair striped through his fingers
and he pulled on them gently.

   With renewed vigour, he began again, wanking slowly, with his legs
widely spaced out, pushing the erection as far as he could muster.  Abrie
noticed with glee the full length and he curved his wanking strokes,
bringing them closer to his body, and then back again to the 90 degree
angle.  The great rush of anticipation flooded through his dick and
fingertips and he channelled it through the pole, feeling it crescending.
Faster, he went, thumbing the thickness and pressing hard against his cock,
he wanked it ferociously.

   Muscles corded, he pushed out his legs again, straddling his cock with
both fists now and forcing it up and down.  His hands wrapped tightly
bounced up and down on his nuts feeding the skin into his palms as he
wacked it.  He parted his legs, feeling the grains of sand against his
naked flesh.

   He gritted his teeth, feeling the build up.  Hotness spread from his
naval.  His fist clenched his pole tighter, the full 5 cm diameter.  Sweaty
sheens began to explore his muscled areas, giving it a light tan.  Abrie
felt a light bruising on his back, where the bark rubbed on his back. 
Though he quickened his pace.  His eyes closed, the skin flopped noisily
over his dick head.  Both fists was still firmly locked in succession -
from the base to the tip.  He whacked it furiously, sweating profusely by
now.  He heightened himself a bit.  He brought is legs up, kicking into the
sand, lifting his balls.  His eyes closed, his dick swelled even larger. 
As the last traces of reality slipped away, he curled his toes.  His
fingers dug into his dick.  Drops of sweat flung about, coating his face,
chin, pecks and stomachs.  With great tufts of air, he inhaled pleasure. 
He arched his back somewhat, feeling.  He wanked faster, investing the last
of his energies..

   And it came..  At once, he kicked into the sand again, legs wide apart,
feeling the energy shoot out, globules of cum flying out and landing on the
bare sand.  A loud and low moan escaped his throat.  Sugary cum gushed over
his fists, shots landing on the ground, some on his face as he bend over,
his legs still spread.  Cum poured from his dick, leaking now generally
unto the heated sands.  With his painted hands, he licked the sweet sugary
taste from his fingers, slowly tasting the sweetness of his own sperm.

   As the last vestiges of orgasm started to disappear, two figures fell
from the tree above him.

   `What the..' But they gave him a swift thump in his ball sack with a
staff.  A loud groan resulted in Abrie doubling over in agonised pain,
curling over his stricken nuts.  Immediately, they grabbed him and lifted,
carrying him over the wastes into the tribal regions of Africa.