It's Ferdie...

The tent curtains part to reveal a crouching figure in boxer shorts and a white t-shirt with some foreign writing across the chest. He's carrying a small plastic bag. As your tired eyes focus, you recognise the Daffy Duck boxers, then Ferdie's face peers in - the **** victim from the back of Dan's van.

"Ferdie? Hi", you mumble. He smiles back and takes some underpants out of the bag.

"Hallooo, I am err bringing giving to you some pants because I still am wearing these nice shorts. I like. Please to accept them as a gift from your friend from Brazil?". He shows you the pants - more like a g-string pouch, bright yellow.

"Hey, Ferdie, they're nice, but why can't I have my Daffy Duck boxers back?"

Ferdie looks puzzled... "Because err I have err messy them?" He points to a dark patch on one side of the shorts. "I have, how you say, spunked in them?"

"Oh Ferdie, I would love to keep them with your spunk on them, I will keep them under my pillow and never wash them my friend. Please, let me have them - here, you wear these."

"Well, ok," says the Brazilian twink reluctantly, "but for me you will spunk on my pants please?"

No prob!

It's only a small tent and Ferdie lies next to you. His hips rise as he peels off your boxers. In the daylight, his half erect cock looks magnificent - the skin so smooth and framed by a perfect patch of black pubic hair. In your sleeping bag, your cock stands straight to attention. Slowly for you. he slips his yellow pouch over his feet, up his legs and over his wonderful cock.

He knows his body is beautiful and he stares into your eyes as you stare at his beautiful slim body, the bright yellow around his cock and balls shining like a beacon to guide you in. He unzips the sleeping bag slowly, the cold metal toggle moves down the length of your chest, and his hand reaches in. He seems surprised that you're hard. He throws the unzipped part of the bag across to reveal your naked body.

With a nervous grin he says "You no need to be touched here... may I touch you here instead?" as his hand moves over your balls, down to your arse hole.

Your groan indicates approval and he begins pressing his finger into you. He curls up and takes your cock in his mouth. Lovely, an early morning suck and finger. What a great start to a new day. And you thought he was straight, undergoing the night's **** only under severe duress.

"Fabiana, my girlfriend, she no have cocky, this is err problem as I like cocky to sucky", he says between slurps. His mouth is hot and his sucks are good. "When she sucky my cocky, I want sucky hers, but she no have a cocky." Your knees rise up to spread but you're restricted by the sleeping bag. A quick flick of the zip and it's open completely and your legs can spread. When you reach across and feel his bulging pants, he slaps your hand and looks at you sternly. "No!". Perfect answer. He's giving and doesn't want it back? What a fucking star.

There's a shout from the woodland - "Ferrrrdieeeee".

"It's Miguel, he is coming to get me as now we must go - I am here to only your shorts return - I must be quick here." With that he sucks harder and probes his finger deeper.

"Ferdie... I- I- I am coming", you manage to stammer. Suddenly the Brazilian sucker lies on top of you and rubs your cock against his. You can hear Miguel getting nearer. You grab his buttocks and press your two cocks together for a moment of gyrating trans-global unity. You squirt right into his yellow pants. He looks down, and squeezes the last dribbles from your cock, only to smear them over the few dry parts of his pants.

"My friend, " he says, "I too will never wash these again."

"How long are you here for? I want to see you again, where are you staying?", you exclaim as he dismounts.

"Today we fly to Paris, I will email to you so we can talk on phone? You have email?"

There's a pen but no paper so you scribble an address on his thigh. "Fuck, just keep in touch you fucking sexy Brazilian." Happy with your come on his pants, he shakes his arse at you as he crawls from the tent. You hear him converse with Miguel and the voices and laughter disappear beyond earshot.

Fuck, you think. What was all that about? Your cock's still rock hard - time for a wank.

ENDS