South Africa
Part 4
When we arrived back at the park, Wingnut took off right away for the hall to see what was going on. Meantime, Mark and I decided to have a quiet night, and played cards with my folks. We slowly but surely got slaughtered 'cause my dad wasn't keeping an eye on how many beers we'd had. He was cool about it, though, and didn't comment… probably 'cause he'd been slaughtered more than once during his teens. Besides, we were on hols, and that meant relaxing the rules a little.
A few hours later, Wingnut returned with a major announcement. "Hey! The girls were down at the hall, and waiting for you guys!"
"Girls?" my mom asked, smiling.
"Yeah, mom, they're those funny looking humans with tits instead of pecs." Oops! I must've been a little drunk to speak to her like that, especially in front of my dad. They both let it slip, though.
I wasn't in the mood to go to the hall, but Mark was. I figured it was the beer that had made him horny. Anyway, I agreed to tag along. Mark disappeared into the bedroom for a moment to get something, then the three of us trotted down to the hall.
"Hey, Sean!" Wingnut shouted as we arrived. "Where'd the girls go?"
"They split. They said they had a curfew on tonight, or some damn thing."
"Shit," Mark mumbled under his breath. "Hey, Kyle, wanna go for a walk?"
"Yeah, sure."
Mark and I strolled down to the lake where he produced the joint that he'd fetched from the bedroom, then lit it. A huge cloud of smoke rose into the air around us, and smelled distinctly of pot. I'd never really liked the smell of that stuff but at least in the outdoors, it dissipated quickly.
"What are you guys doing?" We recognized the grommet's voice immediately. Mark almost shat himself.
"Fuck, dude, don't you knock or something?"
"Hey, can I try some of that?"
"Nope," I said, shaking my head at Mark. "It'll make you stupid… well, more stupid."
"Fuck you! And you don't need to shake your head, Kyle. I saw you. C'mon, Mark, just one drag?"
"Who do you think you're speaking to?" I demanded. "Have you smoked before?"
"Shared one when I was sleeping over at Brian's once."
"So how come you never told me?" I glared.
"'Cause you'd freak… just like you're doing now. I'm going back to Sean." Wingnut turned on his heel in a huff. "Cheers."
After the sulking grommet had gone, I stripped and dove into the lake. When I'd surfaced, I trod water for a while, and watched Mark sitting on the shore in the soft glow of the moon. What was going through that head of his? I wondered. Sometimes he could be quite content to be alone with his thoughts, which was something that would arouse my curiosity to the point where it drove me fucking crazy.
I waited until he'd finished his smoke, then returned to the shore to sit with him.
"Put some clothes on before you die of cold."
"Don't you know that you can rub body parts to promote warmth and circulation?"
"Fuck off, Kyle," he laughed.
I went behind him, sat on the grass, then wrapped my arms around him. I worked my hands under his t until I had hold of his awesome, muscular pecs. It was like having two handfuls of raw, masculine power, but it was also an incredibly sexy feeling. Then I moved down to his solid abs, and used my fingers to count them. Slowly, I progressed to the flat part of his belly beneath his navel, then fingered his jeans button.
"If we were somewhere else now," he said softly, "it would be cool. But… anybody could rock up here and see us, and that would be uncool."
Damn! I got dressed, and both of us made our way back to the bungalow, where Wingnut was already asleep. I waited until I could hear Mark's deep breathing, then jacked off thinking about my hands exploring his incredibly fit bod, and how it felt to have my fingers tracing the silky smooth contours of his muscles. I also thought about the time I'd tasted his pre-cum when he was asleep, and how I longed to have his wicked dick in my mouth, and to swallow a truckload of his delicious juice.
WEDNESDAY
My dad woke us early 'cause we'd planned to travel to Plettenburg Bay, which was a few hours drive away. There, we had breakfast at a Wimpy restaurant, then drove to a nearby place called Monkey Land.
Monkey Land was a huge, forested area where monkeys were rehabilitated to live the rest of their lives in the wild. The animals had been pets, or were from laboratories. It was a pretty damn cool place, which featured a 120-meter long rope and log suspension bridge that seemed like something outa Indiana Jones as we walked across it.
We left Monkey Land at about lunch time, and my dad suggested that we stop at various craft stalls along the return trip. We checked out three stalls before we arrived at a fourth, which was just before the town of Knysna. It was a totally neat stall with a coffee shop right next door, owned by the same people. The first thing we all noticed was that the shop was painted all kinds of zany colors, which was way cool. And it was situated under a few shady, yellow-wood trees. The outdoor furniture consisted of roughly-hewn tables and benches which gave the place a homely, rustic appearance. Baskets of flowering plants, and all kinds of decorative stuff, hung from the eaves of the deep verandah that ran the full width of the building.
We entered the coffee shop, and chose a table. It was then that I saw him. He looked about fourteen or so, and he was a little shorter than I was. He had black hair, which was cut short, except for the cute fringe that hung over his forehead. His pants and top were made of soft, cotton cloth, almost like cheesecloth, and were of different colors, such as purples, reds, and blues. His pants had a tie at the top, and reminded me of the casual clothes worn by South Sea islanders… batik. His top had a low neckline, which revealed the tantalizing crevice between his pecs, and it hung away from his flat stomach. I'd always had a thing about flat stomachs, and defined abs. Woohoo! He must've been wearing loose boxers, 'cause the shape of his dick was apparent beneath the soft cloth of his pants. His narrow waist, and firm, tight buns accentuated his broad-shouldered back. His skin was tanned, but not overly… it was a light bronze color. His feet were shod with Biotribe sandals. At the time, I guessed he must've been the son of the shop's owners.
He walked over to our table, holding a small order book. I tried my best to avoid staring at the dude, but it wasn't easy. He was just tooooooo good looking! Whoa! His blue, piercing eyes smiled with the rest of his handsome face as he looked at my dad.
"Can I get you something?"
Dad ordered coffee for himself and mom, and we ordered shakes. When the dude returned with the drinks, dad ordered toasted sarmies for us to snack on for lunch. Meantime, my mind was in a dizzy haze. I couldn't stop gawking at the boygod. OK, so he was about fourteen. But damn! He was totally fucking wicked!
After I'd finished my milkshake, I asked where the toilets were. "Out the back," the kid said.
I was standing at the urinal when I sensed the presence of another person. I turned to look, and oh, my God! It was HIM! He stood next to me, and took out his cock… huge and uncut. Then he pulled his foreskin back to piss, just as casual as you like.
"So, think it's OK?" he asked as he noticed me gawking.
"Huh?"
"My dick… think it's OK?" He was obviously aware of my unease, and smiled. "Hey, chill, dude. Your eyes have been undressing me ever since you and your folks came into the coffee shop."
"Sorry… I didn't mean to stare like that."
"I don't wanna seem big headed, but I get a lotta that. Even from guys. Anyway, you've got a good piece of meat hanging there."
I hadn't realized that he'd been sizing me up as well. I shook the last drops of piss from my semi, then quickly parked it back in my shorts before it became too apparent that I was in the process of getting a fucking boner. Then he shook his cock, and pulled up his pants.
"What's your name?"
"Kyle."
"Those your brothers and folks out there?"
"My folks. The other two guys are friends."
"So what are you into?"
"Like?"
"Like are you gay or bi or straight or what?"
Jeez! This guy was totally fucking full on! And was making me helluva nervous! "What kinda fucking question is that?"
"Chill. It's just that your staring at me kinda got me thinking. And you've got a fucking hardon, bro."
Fuck! I was hoping that he hadn't noticed the telltale bulge in my shorts. "I'm bi, I guess."
"You guess? So you've got a girlfriend then? What about your buddies?"
"Total straights."
"Pity. They're fucking cute. And that little dude is as spunky as hell."
"You gay?"
"Whatever. Where are you guys staying?"
I told him that we were staying just out of Knysna. He cracked when I asked him how old he was. I honestly thought he was about fourteen, but he was nineteen. He looked about the same age as Wingnut… and he thought Wingnut was about fourteen or fifteen. He couldn't believe that the grommet was only twelve. Anyway, the god's name was Nick, and he was travelling around the country on his lonesome. He was working at the coffee shop to make some bucks while he was on the road. We talked some more as we slowly made our way back to the shop. I was becoming increasingly intrigued with the dude, as well as much more relaxed.
"Hey, I live on a small farm holding just outa town. What are the chances of us meeting?"
"Fuck, I dunno if I can get away."
"Look, I'll give you my phone number, and if you wanna meet, then I can come pick you up. I've got a bike and a spare helmet. I'd really like to meet you again."
Jeez! How the fuck was I supposed to say no to those brilliant blue eyes, and that awesome smile? "I'd like that, too."
As soon as I'd rejoined my party at our table, Nick brought the toasted sarmies, and we all tucked in. Every now and then, I'd glance in Nick's direction to see him staring at me, and I would smile. Whoa! What a face! Meantime, we were all raving about Monkey Land, and what a rad time we'd had there. Nevertheless, my mind kept wandering back to Nick. I desperately wanted to see him again.
At the end of our meal, my dad left Nick a pretty decent tip 'cause of the good service he'd given us. And my mom commented on what a charming young man he was. Fuck yeah!
Back at the holiday park, Wingnut, Mark and I rocked down to the hall to see what was happening. Rochelle and Tammy were there, but Mo was out somewhere with her folks. Rochelle was wearing a bikini top, and boardies, and her sexy stomach was showing.
"Hi, Mark, Kyle, Wingnut."
Mark responded by walking up to her, and giving her a kiss. A kiss? Yeah, right. There was something way serious going on between those two.
"You guys wanna come to our trailer tonight," she asked. "My folks are going out, and we can play cards or something. How about strip poker?"
"Hey," Mark laughed, "we'll trash you girls."
"Don't bet on it."
After supper, we were all getting dressed to go to the girls' trailer, when Mark noticed Wingnut putting on an extra pair of everything. "What the fuck are you doing, bro?"
"They might catch me cheating, so I'm gonna be prepared."
"You're scared to sit their naked? 'Cause that's what's gonna happen, bro… those girls are gonna whip your naked grommet ass."
"No, they won't!"
"Yeah, right. This I gotta see."Copyright © 2000 All rights reserved. mrbstories
