The party guests stood in a semi-circle around me, and began to remove their masks. I knew that Wingnut was wearing the troll mask, and that Mark was wearing the Mr B mask. But the Spiderman mask had me fooled. It was Steve. Everybody laughed while I took a swig of beer as 'punishment' for not guessing who he was. Finally, I got to the Margaret Thatcher mask. "You're Ross!"
South Africa
Part 2
The guy's two hands grabbed the bottom of the rubber mask, and slowly began to lift it. Huh? It wasn't Ross's chin, or nose. As the mask rose higher, I recognized the face, which was beaming from ear to ear. My eyes instantly filled with tears. I had to be seeing things. It couldn't possibly be true. How the hell? But there he was. My lifelong friend. Standing just a few feet away. "Paul!" This had to be the happiest day of my whole fucking life.
"Hey, Kyle!"
I went totally ballistic, and threw my arms around him. For a minute or two, we held each other as tightly as we could, both of us crying uncontrollably. I didn't know how the rest of the guests were reacting. I didn't care. All I knew, and all that mattered, was that I was hugging a special friend I thought I'd never see again.
"Hey, Kyle."
"Oh, my fuck! When did you get here?"
"I arrived this morning… arranged for Darren to fetch me, and I stayed at his place today. Had some things to do."
"Oh, Jesus, Paul, this must be the happiest day of my fucking life!" It was then that I noticed the other guests. The party had been forgotten, and everyone was staring at us. My mom was crying, and even my dad's eyes were watering. "But how the…?"
"I told your mom that I wanted to come down here for your eighteenth and spend a week with you. Your folks arranged everything with Mark, Steve, Ross, Darren, and a few of the other guys. I've been saving up for the airfare."
"Mark knew?"
"Yep."
"Lemme intro you to the guys."
I'd often mentioned Paul to Mark, Wingnut, and Steve, who all eagerly shook hands with my bud. Paul's younger bro, also named Mark, had given Paul a card to give to me, which I thought was pretty damn neat.
The rest of the party was a blur of excitement... chatting, drinking, and a sea of smiling, laughing faces. Every so often, I'd find myself staring at Paul, trying to comprehend the fact that he was really there. It's was like some fucking miracle! And as the shock of seeing him began to abate, I realized just how awesome he looked. He'd always been a total fucking hottie, but now he was even more wicked looking than ever. Woohoo!
Apart from Paul, Mark and Carol were the only guests remaining at about 3am, and helped us tidy up the yard and house. Mark spoke to me before leaving.
"That was worth a million bucks."
"What?"
"Seeing your face when you recognized Paul."
"It showed, huh?"
"Yep," he grinned.
After everyone had gone, Paul and I helped my folks put the last few things away, then went to my room.
"You gonna shower?"
"Yeah, I need to. I've still got the smell of jet fuel all over me."
Paul followed me to the bathroom, then stood behind me as I leaned forward to turn on the shower taps. Once again, I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
"Well, I couldn't rock up to your party with nothing to give you, could I?"
Standing in the shower stall was a brand new Nev surfboard. Pure white. Like snow-white, with contrasting black grips. Totally outasight.
"Anyway," he continued, "I'm gonna need to borrow my old stick while I'm here. Hey, Kyle? Are you crying?"
"Nope."
I took the board to my room, put it under the bed, then returned to the bathroom to shower. I was still in a state of shock when it suddenly dawned on me why Wingnut, the little shit, had bought me a new surfboard leash. He'd obviously known about the surprise. And for once in his life, he'd kept his mouth shut. I figured Mark must've threatened him with total annihilation if he'd blabbed.
Paul showered after me, then returned to my room where he sat on the bed like he always used to… stark naked. His body was pretty buffed up, not that it wasn't before, but now it was tight, and his stomach was hard and flat. It wasn't quite as defined as Mark's major sixpack, but when Paul sat down, all the goodies were in all the right places.
I was still gawking at him, and thinking how fucking fantastic he looked, when he began to giggle.
"What's so funny?"
"I was just thinking about that first night when I felt you touching me, and I woke up. And you just about crapped yourself."
"So are you just gonna sit there?"
Paul climbed under the covers next to me. It was like going back a hundred years. And he smelled the same. He had a special smell about him, one that had stayed in my memory for the whole time he'd been away in England. When I jacked off thinking about him, which was often, I would always imagine that smell, and how it used to intoxicate me. And there it was again. But this time, he was there, too.
"You got a guy in England?"
"Nope. Going out with a really nice girl, though."
"Ever get into guys over there?"
"Oh, fuck yeah! Met this stud at gym, and we got into this one night stand thing. Didn't work out, though."
"How come?"
"Well." He paused to study my eyes for a moment, then draped his leg over my thigh while he massaged my boner. "He wasn't you."
Automatically, I moved my hand down to his crotch, and held his hard meat, which had become huge since he'd been away. I was also enjoying his slight English accent, mixed with Safrican, as he spoke.
"That one night stand," he continued as he stroked my boner without even thinking about it, "it kinda put things into perspective for me."
"In what way?"
"Well, I know now that I'm not gay. But there's one guy that I love very much, and I don't have any guilts about us doing anything together."
"Anything?"
I rolled toward him, and placed my head on his warm, firm chest. I could hear his heart beating, and I was over the moon happy. Then he wrapped his legs around mine.
"How come your legs have gotten so damn muscular?"
"Soccer. I'm in a club. We play once a week, and practice twice a week."
"Swimming?"
"Nope. The scene there is totally different to here."
He began to rub my back, then moved his hands down to my buns, lifting and squeezing them. Fucking awesome! I felt his finger slide into my ass crack, so I spread my legs a little to make it easier for him. Then we kissed. For ages, our hot, wet tongues probed each other's mouths, and our lips were constantly bent outa shape. It seemed to be the most passionate and loving kiss I'd ever experienced, and one that I would never, ever forget for as long as I lived.
After our lips had finally peeled apart, he asked me to sit on his chest so that he could check me out. I did as he asked, then his fingers began to sensitively caress my nipples before moving over my stomach, and down to my boner.
"Looks as delicious as ever."
And so did he. It was just so incredible to be looking down at his handsome face, and watching his eyes following each movement of his feather-light fingers as they made tender love to my bod.
After sliding my ass down to his crotch, I laid on top of him again. His arms were wrapped around me. All I could think of was that I didn't want it to end. Meanwhile, I was using one hand to stroke his throbber, which had gotten long and fat since we'd last met, and I could feel it dancing and bucking inside my fist.
"I'm gonna cum!"
Quick as a flash, I got into position, and put his big, swollen cockhead into my mouth as he shot a truckload of thick, delicious, boy juice down my throat. He was moaning and groaning so much, I thought he was gonna wake the whole fucking neighborhood. Too bad. Absolutely nothing could have distracted me from sucking in every last, tasty drop.
When he was done, he pushed me onto my back, then went straight down on me. I'd totally forgotten what it was like with Paul, and how awesomely expert he was at sucking my cock. My entire body was being electrified by his lips and tongue as he blew my fucking lights out, and swallowed each and every wad of my jizz.
"You still taste the same."
We didn't catch a wink of sleep that night. We just talked and talked and talked. Well, we talked when we weren't blowing the hell outa each other. I'd lost count of how many times our boners had been in each other's mouths, and how much boy juice had exploded outa our feral knobs. It was as though we were making up for lost time, and couldn't get enough of each other.
"I see that your folks still put out the spare mattress," he observed at one stage.
"Yeah," I laughed. "But I'm sure they know that it never gets used."
A lotta the convo centered around Paul's younger bro, Mark, and how things had gone astray in England when he began to mix with the wrong crowd. One time, Mark had been missing for a while, and Paul finally tracked him down to an old slut's house where she was feeding him drugs in exchange for sex. Mark had since been in and outa rehab, but was doing his best to stay clean. It was obvious to me that, without his bro Paul, he wouldn't have stood a snowflake's chance in hell of quitting drugs. Actually, besides being his bro, Paul was also Mark's best friend and confidant.
"I know it's true, but I still find it so fucking hard to believe. Mark was such a fit guy when he lived here in Cape Town. Y'know, all that martial arts stuff you guys were into and everything."
"Yeah. He kinda lost the plot in England. I think it was partly my fault. I kinda got involved with new friends and stuff, and I guess he thought I'd deserted him. Anyway, he knows now that I love him a stack, and care about him. Hopefully, that'll make a difference."
"Your temper still as bad as ever?"
"Yeah," he laughed. "I remember how you and I used to bash the crap outa each other one minute, and be blowing each other the next. We were the craziest of buds, but also best buds. Anyway, I'm forever getting into fights over there 'cause the Limeys are so damn stubborn and arrogant."
"You miss not living here?"
"Of course I do. And I miss you. But, hey, I go where my folks go, and a guy's just gotta make the best of a new situation… like you have."
"How do you mean?"
"Your friends. They're all totally cool. You've really broadened your social horizons since I was here last. Maybe it's a good thing I left here to live in England. You came outa your shell and made new friends. And I like Steph. She's ace. And a hot looker."
"Did you really save for your airfare? I mean, how long have you been planning this?"
"Ages. I really wanted to be here for your birthday."
"You email me maybe every couple of weeks. I thought you'd lost interest."
"Hey, you know me. I've got this anti-net image to maintain. I'm surprised you still have those cyber friends of yours… TJ, and that old dude from Australia. Fossil. Anyway, cyber relationships piss me off. They're not physical… and I'm physical. Being here with you, and making love to you, beats the fuck outa any email."
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