gallows laugh, still not truly afraid but a bit more worried than before.

In my situation, they were all extremely friendly. There were five of them, which included the seeming alpha male leader of the cadre. Since I am blonde with blue eyes, I was clearly of exceptional interest to them with such a contrast to their dark complexions with my fair skin and fairly hairy blonde hair over the body. Though I did not understand their language while talking with one another, occasionally, one of them would approach me, run his hand through my pubic hair, and they would all titter and laugh and I knew basically what was going on. Another one would rub my chest hair, which is also quite blonde, and hold up my arms for a viewing of my blonde underarm hair. More titters and giggles. As they got a bit bolder with their analysis of my body parts, and especially my pubic hair, there was just enough touching in the arousal zone that my dick began to think there could be reason for action, and I could not will it to stay quiet. My cock began a slow but steady rise. Now I truly had the rapt attention of all of them.

The more I concentrated, the harder I got. When I could mentally will myself into it, my dick would slightly wilt to the dismay of my little audience, and then one of them would boldly play with my pubic hair again, and “accidentally” flick my dick a few times like a waving wand and it would get hard again. I am pretty well endowed and they were making signs and signals and then one of them vocalized to let me know that they knew that this was recognized as “a big one” for them to view. There was an aura of male admiration, I could sense that. They were all enjoying the show I was putting on for them. Against my will, perhaps, but exhibitionism can be titillating and I was experiencing that. I was oozing some precum, and that did not go unnoticed either.

After the fun had seemingly run its course, the leader dismissed the gang and one of them brought my clothes back to the room, then he disappeared again too. I started to dress, but the leader stopped me. “Wait a moment,” he said, as he approached me. He had not touched me before, and now he took his turn to run his hand through my pubic hair. Unlike the others who did it in a childlike manner, this was sensual and gentle and had meaning. This time my dick knew that action was forthcoming, and I threw a boner of substantial proportion. He smiled in acknowledgement and, unlike the others, wrapped his hand around my cock. I did not object. He also stared downward at his crotch, which was bulging and nodded toward it, not in a menacing way, but almost in a pleading question, and I knew he wanted to be touched also. I rubbed his bulge, and he softly whispered, “Take it out.” I did.

We stood there quietly for some time, stroking each other, staring into each other’s eyes, but I was afraid to make a move on him. Finally, he leaned into me, and planted a most sensual kiss on me, which took my breath away. I was not expecting it, but I