At about 6am, Paul and I tumbled outa bed, and took a shower together. I think we'd just about drained each other's nads of every miniscule drop of juice, so we were content just to soap and wash each other's bods. I remembered one time a couple of years ago when we'd showered together… I was on the floor, and he was sitting on my stomach. Without warning, he let his piss go. It shot up my chest and hit me under the chin. Kinda gave me a fright, but we both laughed about it.
South Africa
Part 3
"Now I know why my folks organized a mask party."
"Actually, your mom wanted me to jump out of a cake."
"Yeah, right. Naked?"
"Of course."
"That would've been totally wicked!"
After dressing in some warm clothing, we took a stroll down to the beach to watch the sun rise over the mountain.
"This is what I miss," he remarked thoughtfully as the morning mist slowly gave way to the blue sky of a new day.
"You see sunrises over there, though."
"You won't believe me if I tell you it's totally different. It's like a different planet over there. Our mountains are city skyscrapers. Instead of beaches, we have cobbled streets, and freeways. Instead of people just strolling along the sand, we have traffic jams and noise. Everybody's in a fucking rush."
We saw a couple of guys wander down to the shore break, then paddle their sticks out to the back line. "You surf in England?"
"Sometimes we go down to Cornwall with some friends. The waves aren't too bad, but fuck it's cold."
I watched him reach into his jacket, pull out a joint, and light it. "I thought you'd stopped that stuff?"
"I smoke sometimes, but very seldom. I don't smoke around my brother for obvious reasons, but when we go down to the coast, I light up with friends."
He offered me a drag of the j as he held the smoke in his lungs, but I shook my head.
"You stopped?"
"Haven't smoked in ages."
"Folks?"
"No, it's not that. Something happened on a swim tour last year, and things got outa control."
"You wrote me about that. You over it now?"
"Oh, yeah."
[At the time, the Captain was pretty embarrassed about having been raped. It took him a while before he summoned the nerve to tell me all about it, so I used the story in Daniel's Diary where a character named Matt described the ordeal as it was told to me by the Captain. Mr B]
My folks were in the kitchen when we got home, so we all had some breakfast together. Then Paul went with my mom and dad to the mall to get some toiletries. While they were gone, I took the opportunity to write to Mr B and tell him all about my birthday party, and the surprise. It blew my mind to see Paul again, and the stick. And I was still blown away! By the time I'd finished writing to the Fossil, my hands were shaking 'cause I was so damn excited about spending the week with my totally, totally awesome bud.
Then, when I got on line to send the email, there were over seventy birthday greetings from guys I knew on the net. This was one birthday I was never gonna forget. Never.
For the remainder of Sunday, we surfed. The new stick was totally wicked, not only to ride, but also to look at. It absolutely rocked. Paul was riding his old stick, which he'd given me as a parting gift before he and his folks moved to England. It was a pretty cool day, and one which gave Paul an opportunity to catch up with old friends.
On the Monday, after my folks had gone to work, Paul and I decided to have a long day of loving. The weather was pretty summery and hot, so once we'd showered, we didn't bother to dress.
We'd just started to make breakfast when the doorbell rang. "I'll get it," Paul offered as he wrapped a towel around his waist, then headed up the hall. By the time he'd returned to the kitchen, the towel was draped over his shoulder. Mark was behind him, and had become doubly concerned when he saw that I was naked, too. Eventually, he couldn't fucking control his discomfort.
"Are you guys gonna stay fucking naked the whole damn time?"
Paul cracked completely. Maybe it reminded him of the time he answered the door after the pizza dude had knocked. While Paul was paying the pizza guy, his towel unravelled and dropped to the floor. The guy didn't know which way to look, especially after Paul had accidentally [yeah, right] dropped the money, and the pizza guy had to stoop to retrieve it, right in front of Paul's dangling semi, and juicy hangers. Paul had always been as casual as you liked about nudity. Didn't bother him one iddy-biddy bit, not even at home with his folks. So I wasn't surprised to hear Paul's grinning response to Mark's question. "Hey, you can take your clothes off, too. Kyle's been telling me how hot you are."
"Don't fucking shit me. Kyle's a pervert."
"I know that."
"Hey!" I complained as I buttered the toast. "You guys speak for your fucking selves!"
"Hey, Kyle, you gonna help me undress Mark, or do I do it myself?"
Mark totally freaked, and backed away. "You come near me, and I'll break your fucking nose."
"Hey, don’t stress, man," Paul joked after seeing the look on my face. "It's not good for your health."
Anyway, after we'd put our shorts on, Mark joined us for breakfast.
"I was only kidding about undressing you," Paul explained with a mouthful of food -- he was becoming a Limey already. "Kyle tells me you're pretty buff. I've been going to gym in Manchester, but it's fucking hard work."
"I don't go to gym too much. Mainly just boxing training and shit like that, plus hundreds of situps."
Then the two of them got into this total rap about gym, and buffing up. "You wanna take off your shirt? I've gotta see those abs that Kyle's always raving about."
Well, Mark couldn't resist the temptation to show off his sixpack. He stood, pulled his t over his head, and drew in his stomach. Whoa!
"That is fucking impressive!" Well, they must've been 'cause Paul actually stopped chewing his breakfast for a moment while he gawked. "I can't get that cut."
"Just situps and more situps, bro." Then Mark said something I could hardly believe. "You've got good legs, though." Good legs? He'd not only noticed Paul's wicked pins, but commented as well. Fucking hell!
"Soccer."
After breakfast, Mark had to jet over to Carol's place, but we'd previously made a plan to go clubbing one night that week.
"Hey, Kyle, you ever blown him?"
"Who, Mark?"
"He's totally hot."
"You must be fucking joking. He'd kick my head in."
"I'm not so sure. Did you notice the way he was checking you out?"
"Fuck off, Paul... before you make me horny."
"And not just checking you out, Kyle. He had his eye on your crotch."
"Piss off for fuck sake! Mark's as straight as a fucking arrow!"
"Hey, I didn't say he wasn't. I am as well, but look at what's been happening between you and me. You're fucking blind."
"Yeah, whatever. You'll get to know Mark." Just then, I had this sudden vision, and began to crack up.
"What's so funny?"
"B's doing an art course… Drawing the Nude. I just imagined him here trying to draw us, and ending up with a page full of incomprehensible scribble."
We surfed the whole of Monday. Wingnut and Sean were also there. It was obvious that Wingnut had taken a major shine to Paul. But, sure enough, it didn't take long before the grommet's big mouth had gotten him into serious trouble, and Paul was picking him up bodily, then throwing him into the surf.
Meantime, Paul had sewn a seed in my brain. Was Mark really checking me out? Gawking at my crotch? I'd been lusting after Mark for fucking ever, but was always too fucking scared to do much. Sure, we'd jacked each other a few times, and I'd given him a couple of massages. But blowing him? Would he really let me? Jesus! Did he wanna blow me?
Anyway, it was all too much for my brain to handle, so I dismissed the thoughts from my mind. Besides, I had enough on my plate already with Paul being in town for the week.
That night, we all went for pizza. Mark was waiting tables, and had managed to serve our table. You didn't need to be a fucking rocket scientist to know that Mark had really taken to Paul in a big way, and vice versa. I figured that Paul's nonchalance about nudity, as well as their common interest in fitness, and me as a mutual friend, had sparked something in Mark. It was as though Paul was showing Mark, by example, that it was cool to be close to another guy like me. There was absolutely nothing noticeably gay or effeminate about Paul, yet he loved me, big time, and made no secret of it. I figured that was the thing that had made a big impression on my sparring buddy.
Anyway, Mark ended up chatting to us for too long, and got totally crapped out by his boss. I watched Mark's face redden with anger 'cause his boss was so damn loud, and I thought he was gonna plant that fucker right where he stood for embarrassing my bud in front of his friends. But he didn't. He needed the job.
We waited for Mark to finish his shift, then we all rocked over to Carol's place where we chatted until the wee small hours.
There was just so damn much to talk about. Mark and me sparring in the gym. The swim team. Wingnut coming to our high school. Wingnut's initiation on the swim tour, which cracked Paul big time. The hike up the mountain. And then there were Paul's adventures in England, as well as the adventures we'd shared when he lived in Safrica. Hell, we'd known each other since kindergarten. And all the while, as we talked and laughed, Mark listened intently, and learned more about me that night than he could have in decade.
Every night during Paul's visit was like getting undressed and laying in bed talking while our hands were all over the place. We'd kiss, and explore each other's bods with our hands and mouths. Two people couldn't possibly have been closer than we were. I loved my other friends… Wingnut, Mark, Steph, Steve. But with Paul it was like we belonged to each other in a very special way. That we were an intrinsic part of each other, inextricably connected by a friendship, an incredibly intense friendship, that was deeply rooted in our childhood.
At the same time, we weren't possessive of each other. We each allowed the other his own personal space. Paul had always had girlfriends, as well as other male friends. But there was a solidness about our relationship, a dependability, a security that could always be relied upon, no matter how many friends we had, or even how many lovers we had, or how far away from each other we were. When I looked into Paul's eyes, I could see the very depths of his soul. It was a comfortable place, a welcoming and warm place, a place where I knew I belonged... absolutely.
As we walked up the mountain trail toward Boomslang Cave, we didn't say a whole lot. We each knew what the other was thinking. It was like going back a hundred years for both of us. Our minds were being swamped by emotional and vivid memories… the most precious and special of all possible memories. Tabletop had become our mountain. It had been our playground, and our constant source of adventure ever since we could remember. Sometimes we would go there with our friends on a hike. But often we would go there together, just to be by ourselves, and to enjoy each other's company in the midst of nature's magical wonderland.
As we arrived at a particular spot in Boomslang Cave, we smiled at one another, remembering the time that we'd blown each other's lights out under the cathedral-like ceiling. The floor of the cave was covered in a light, fine, gray sand, and our naked bods had been covered in the stuff as we emptied each other's balls of every drop of delicious boy juice. It was almost some kinda religious ritual… like doing it in temple… nature's temple... our temple.
"You wanna do it again?"
"That's what we're here for."
It was that night we all went clubbing, and every one of us got pretty shitfaced on booze… even the girls. Steve had joined us, and was with Tammy. It was unusual to see him without a different girl for a change, so I figured he and Tammy must've had a thing going. She was obviously a good fuck, 'cause I couldn't imagine Steve getting too attached to any girl at age sixteen. He was too into playing the field. And how he played it! Whoa! Mind you, he was an incredibly good looking dude, and he could have almost anybody he wanted by just clicking his fingers. Including me. One look at his naked bod and it was like woohoo! Let's get into it!
Anyway, by the end of the night, Steph was as horny as anything. She was after my cock big time, but I had to tell her that I couldn't just leave Paul by himself.
"So why don't you invite him to come with us to my place? He'll probably pass out, anyway."
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