Fun weekend

A FUN WEEKEND

Part 1.

On Saturday after classes, Ralph Treiby popped into our dorm room.

— Hello, guys," he said cheerfully, lighting a cigarette as he perched on the edge of the table. "How are you doing? Haven't gone completely stale in here yet? I want to invite you to spend the day tomorrow at our bungalow by the ocean. What do you think? My folks have gone somewhere, so no one will bother us.

Ralph had sort of taken me and my black roommate Alisan under his wing. Me, because I'm from Russia, and everything related to Russia is a bit of a mystery to Americans. So they try to understand the enigmatic Russian soul through personal interaction.

Alisan, whom I call Ali for short, is from Guinea and also needs some looking after.

Ali and I exchanged glances, and I voiced our mutual agreement.

— Okay. Then I'll pick you up at nine in the morning. And on Monday, we'll go to the university together. Don't oversleep." And he left us.

We were studying at the university in San Diego. I was there because my parents decided so, and having the money allowed it. Ali was invited to study in the USA under a program to help African countries, and he had a Catholic gymnasium education behind him.

After breakfast in the university cafeteria, Ali and I gathered our simple belongings: swim trunks, towels, toothbrushes, and went out to the highway to wait for Ralph.

He was punctual and arrived exactly at nine in his Ford to pick us up.

We drove on the freeway for no more than three-quarters of an hour, then turned off towards the ocean.

Along the high coastline were no more than two dozen beautiful cottages, and we slowed down at one of them. Ralph pressed a button on his key fob, and the gates automatically opened. We drove into the courtyard, and the gates closed behind us. Immediately in front of us was a pool with blue water, and beyond that—a view of the ocean.

— Well, hop out, guys. Make yourselves at home." He opened the glass doors and led us into the house. We went up to the second floor, and Ralph showed us our rooms. "Alright, guys, get settled. Get undressed and come down to the pool.

I took off my clothes and put on tight swim briefs, which aren't allowed on public beaches: America is a puritanical country. Everyone wore board shorts—long shorts below the knee. So my tan was mostly from the waist up. Here on private property, I wanted to get an all-over tan.

Ten minutes later, Ali and I met in the hallway and went downstairs. Ali was wearing swim trunks like athletic shorts.

A minute later, we heard the voice of our host, also coming down from the second floor, completely naked: "Hey, guys, this won't do," said Ralph. "I said get undressed, not put on swim trunks. We'll swim and sunbathe naked. This isn't a public beach."

In principle, being naked isn't a problem for me. Especially since we see each other in the locker room after workouts, and with Ali, we live in the same room and quite often see each other without underwear. I took off my briefs and tossed them onto a lounger. Ali didn't hesitate either and took off his shorts. He's probably used to being without anything; his ancestors didn't wear any clothes and ran naked through the jungles not so long ago.

— That's much better," said Ralph. He pulled three cans of beer from a nearby refrigerator and handed them to us.

We sprawled on the loungers, sipping beer and exposing our bodies to the gentle rays of the sun. Of course, Ali had a natural tan, but I think vitamin D won't hurt his body.

Ali's cock and balls were in keeping with him; his penis hung a good 6-7 inches, and his scrotum was like a coconut. He only shaved his scrotum, and the fine curly hair on his pubic area was trimmed short.

— Eugene, I've been meaning to ask you, why don't they circumcise the foreskin in Russia?" My name is Evgeny, but in the American way, they call me Eugene here.

— In Europe, it's generally not customary," I replied. "And in Russia, only Muslims and sometimes Jews are circumcised.

— I like uncircumcised cocks," said Ralph. "Damn my ancestors for having me circumcised," he blurted out in frustration. "You have a beautiful cock, Eugene. Can I play with it?" And without waiting for my consent, he began to pull back and forth the foreskin.

It felt good, but I tried to move his hand away. There was a question in his eyes: why?

— I might get hard, Ralph, and that would be awkward.

— For God's sake, Eugene. Who besides me and Ali will see it? Ali probably sees your cock hard often. Tell him, Ali.

— It happens," answered Ali. "Especially in the mornings when the blanket or sheet slips off him.

A wonderful sight, I tell you. Ali really did get up earlier than me and would wake me when he had already showered.

Ralph continued to play with my cock, and it began to fill with blood.

— Ralph, please stop," I asked him. "If you want, play with Ali; his is uncircumcised too and much bigger than mine.

— Ali's turn will come," he reassured me. "I like you both. Ali, please, move closer to me," Ralph asked him.

Ali moved to the lounger next to Ralph, and he began to caress the nigger's cock with his left hand. Ali liked it and even purred with pleasure.

I couldn't stand this torture, and when I felt like coming, I pushed Ralph's hand away, stood up, and jumped into the pool. The water cooled my ardor, and after swimming a bit, I calmed down. Swimming to the steps, I saw that Ali had come, and on his dark skin, pearly drops of nectar were visible.

— Why did you back out, Eugene?" asked Ralph. "Ali has already unloaded.

— I noticed," I said, pointing to Ali's stomach. "It's not evening yet, Ralph. I'll have time.

Ali stood up and wanted to jump into the pool too, but Ralph stopped him.

— Ali, dear, rinse off under the shower first," he pointed to two nearby showerheads. "Changing the pool water too often is expensive.

Ali rinsed off under the shower and then jumped into the pool.

— You didn't happen to unload in the pool, did you?" Ralph asked me.

— Don't worry, Ralph. I didn't dirty the water with my juice. I jumped off in time.

— A pity. You could have come just as nicely as Ali with my help.

— Honestly, Ralph, I'm still a bit shy," I replied, lighting a cigarette. "My ancestors didn't just climb down from the palm tree yesterday," I said quietly so Ali wouldn't hear.

— If you want, we can go somewhere private," Ralph suggested.

— I'll think about it, Ralph," I replied. "But right now, I'd love another beer." Ralph went to the refrigerator, brought a couple of cans of beer, and handed one to me. I thanked him.

— I like you, Eugene," Ralph said quietly. "Tell me, could there be something between us, or are there reasons preventing it? You're not indifferent to me either, admit it. I've seen the glances you occasionally give me in the locker room.

— Yes, I like you too, Ralph. And you're right about the glances. In that case, why did you invite Ali too if you wanted to be with me?

— Purely for diplomatic reasons. First, he would have been offended if I invited only you. Second, Ali is also versatile; I've talked to him about this topic. Maybe I'm wrong, but I thought it would be more interesting and fun with the three of us.

— So you're proposing a threesome?" I asked, stubbing out my cigarette in the ashtray and taking a couple of sips of beer from the can.

— For the first time—yes. And then we can meet just the two of us.

— But would that be fair to Ali? To involve him in all this and then ignore him.

He's not a fool; he'll understand everything.

— What if you, and all of us, enjoy making love as a threesome? Don't you rule out that possibility?" he asked.

I thought about it. What if a threesome really adds some variety to our lives? I knew many guys in Russia who dreamed of a threesome.

— Well then, Ralph. Let's try," I replied.

— Excellent, Eugene!" Ralph was delighted. "Then allow me, as a sign that we've reached an agreement, to give you a blowjob. Please lie back comfortably and enjoy. Okay?

I lay down on the lounger, anticipating pleasure. Ralph settled at my feet and first played with my cock. When my cock filled with blood, he ran his tongue along the shaft a few times, licked my scrotum and the head, then took my shaft into his mouth and began to suck it.

At that time, Ali climbed out of the pool, took a can of beer from the refrigerator, and settled on a nearby lounger, watching us and slowly savoring the drink. After a while, he began to play with his black cock with a pinkish head with one hand. After a couple of minutes, it turned into a real monster at least eight inches long.

A sturdy guy, I thought. He just came recently and already raised his "little one" again. I began to tremble, a precursor to coming soon. I continued to stroke Ralph's hair and shoulders. Before the wave of pleasure hit me, my body, despite the heat, broke out in a cold sweat. And a few seconds later, I began to shoot volleys of my nectar into Ralph's mouth. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment of ejaculation, and Ralph continued to suck the life-giving juice from my channel.

Finally, Ralph released my cock and sat down next to me.

— I won't ask if you liked it or not," he said. "I know you enjoyed it.

— More than," I replied and, sitting up, kissed him on the lips, tasting the saltiness of my own sperm. "Thank you," I whispered.

— Shall I get you a beer?" he asked. I nodded. "I'm just terribly thirsty." And he brought three cans and gave one to each.

— Now no one can say I don't know the Russian soul. I've tasted that soul and can say you Russians are great guys," he said, taking a sip of beer.

— Unfortunately, not all, Ralph," I replied. "There are scumbags among Russians too.

We drank our beer and smoked.

— Ralph, one detail remains. Ali and I have unloaded, but you haven't yet," I noted.

— Oh, don't worry about that," he replied. "We'll fix that now, right, Ali?" He nodded.

Ralph went over to Ali, lifted the headrest part of the lounger, and put his erect cock into the mouth of our black friend. I didn't bother them and went to rinse off under the shower, also to relieve myself of the beer that had accumulated.

I understood this was only the prelude, and the main event was ahead.

BERLI.