His shirt

He decided to bet his shirt. Taking it off, Kevin exposed his pale skin and pink nipples.

Adwele commented on his body. “You here pink,” the black man said pointing to his own dark brown nipples. Kevin looked down at his own exposed chest and before throwing his shirt on the table.

They played cards for a while, and Kevin mostly lost. Despite his losing streak, he continued playing and betting pieces of clothing. He got really into the game and eventually gambled away his shirt, belt, shorts, and socks.

In the end, Kevin only had his tidy-whities and shoes.

Not willing to lose his briefs in another round of cards, Kevin excused himself from the game and got up. Adwele also got up and went with him.

“You go where?” Adwele asked, same as before.

“I want to put on some clothes. Cover up.” Kevin thought it should obvious what he was doing. By now the sun was high in the sky and it beat down on Kevin’s exposed pale skin.

“No clothes. This cute.” Andwele joked. He extended a strong hand and tweaked on of Kevin’s bare nipples.

Kevin jumped a bit. “Oh my god!” he hissed in indignation. Adwele was laughing at his own joke and didn’t notice Kevin's anger.

Adwele was obviously interested in carrying on a conversation with Kevin. He tried to chat up the American college boy as they walked back to Kevin’s hut. On the way, Kevin started to become more comfortable just wearing his tiny briefs. The African people in the village all went around basically naked, so why couldn’t he? Not having any clothes on certainly helped him cope with the African heat.

After a few minutes of walking and chatting, Kevin realized he was lost. He’d forgotten the way back to the hut he shared with the other white boys. Just as that occurred to him Adwele stopped.

“Kevin. I go.” The tall black tribesman sauntered over to a tree and started urinating.

Kevin was amused at how free Adwele seemed. Seeing him pee on the tree gave Kevin the urge as well. He looked around and saw some bushes he could go behind. Picking a spot, Kevin whipped out his penis and began relieving himself.

“You so small why?” Adwele startled Kevin. The white teen jumped in surprise as he tried to tuck his penis away. “You hide why?” Adwele continued.

The tall black man was looking over the bush Kevin had tried going behind. Kevin stammered, “Well… I… You see…” as he walked around the bush trying to put space between him and Adwele.

Adwele easily covered the distance ]Kevin tried to put between them.

“You so small. I want see,” Adwele pressed. He held up his massive horse cock in one hand. “I big. You no big.”

Kevin took another step back trying desperately to escape the situation, but the curious Adwele just stepped forward again. “We friend. I want know,” Adwele continued.

By now Kevin just wanted this to stop. He wanted to get back to his hut and put on some pants. To make Adwele stop he agreed, “fine!” and pulled his white briefs down slightly.

Adwele curiously inspected the white penis in front of him. It occurred to Kevin this was probably the first time Adwele had seen a white person naked, just like it was Kevin’s first time seeing a black person naked.

The African mad held up his long soft cock to compare sizes. Kevin cringed and did the same. Adwele’s whole fist was wrapped around the base of his cock and yet more than half the shaft was still visible. Kevin on the other hand simply used his thumb and index finger to hold up his soft penis. Adwele repeated, “You so small. I big.” This time his tone was one of amazement.

“Ok. That’s it.” Kevin could feel some water building up in his eyes. He had never thought of his penis as small, but seeing it next to Adwele’s made him question everything. “I need to go,” Kevin said shakily. He turned and darted away. Thankful this time Adwele didn’t follow him.