South Africa
Part 6
THURSDAY
Thursday morning, we drove to Knysna, then took a ferry across to Featherbed Nature Reserve, situated high on the Knysna Heads. The ferry ride was totally awesome ‘cause it was a whole new experience for us teens. Heck, this entire holiday was loaded with rad new experiences! Fortunately, though, none of us guys mentioned what had happened the night before… if my folks had known about the previous night’s episode, it would’ve gone over like a fucking concrete balloon.
After arriving at the nature reserve, we took a 4WD ride to the top of the reserve, then followed a steep, downhill hiking trail back to our starting point where we explored the caves along the beach, and saw another ferry arriving. It was so damn wicked to be amongst nature, and to marvel at the magnificence of its unspoiled beauty… as well as to realize that we were following in the footsteps of people from thousands or even millions of years ago. However, the person who was occupying my mind for most of the day was Nick. And everytime I thought about him, I’d get an instant attack of killer butterflies in my gut.
Following lunch, we took the ferry back to Knysna where we spent the afternoon at the waterfront, checking out the colorful stalls and shops, and where my dad bought some fresh oysters from the oyster processing plant. The time had come to make my move.
I found a pay phone, and dialled Nick’s number. I knew it off by heart already ‘cause I’d looked at that damn piece of paper a thousand times.
"Hi, Nick here."
I tried to sound like my normal self… as though I were calling Mark or Steve. "Hey, Nick. It’s Kyle here."
"Kyle! Howzit going, bro?" Yes! He sounded pleased as well as surprised to hear my voice. "Didn’t think I’d ever hear from you again."
"Hey, listen. Is tonight cool with you? My buds are going to a rave, and I’m kinda free."
"Sounds awesome. I’ll pick you up on the highway… say about six?"
"Cool! See you then."
"See you, bro."
Hot damn! How fucking rad! I felt like leaping into the air, but that would’ve only aroused too much curiosity, so I played it pretty cool for the rest of the arvie, including the trip back to the holiday park.
At the bungalow, we took turns to shower. Mark slipped into his Levis and black t, which hugged him like it had been painted on his awesome bod. Every twitching, bulging muscle was erotically evident beneath the clinging cotton. Wingnut chose his khaki cargoes, and a loose-hanging surf t, while I dressed in my cargoes, and a button-up shirt.
After saying goodbye to my folks, and wishing the guys a cool time at the rave, I walked to the highway. Once again, I was dealing with a plague of crazed butterflies in my gut, and the uncertainty of what might lay ahead.
Nick looked a lot different to the way I’d last seen him. This time he was wearing a helmet, and sitting astride a totally cool, red 400CBR, which rolled to a halt in front of me at a few minutes before six. I grabbed the spare helmet off the pillion seat, strapped it on, then swung my leg over the saddle behind him.
"Put your arms around me."
I did as he asked, and straight away I could feel the definition of his sixpack as the bike pulled away. It was a totally wicked sensation to be holding on tight to the dude as we sped along the road, carving an invisible passage through the warm evening air. After about half an hour, we arrived at a farm, and followed a bumpy dirt road to a small bungalow where he stopped the bike. We removed our helmets, and went inside.
The bungalow was pretty rustic, but clean. A surfboard stood against one of the walls. Ah! We had something in common already, and I was feeling a lot more comfortable.
"You surf, huh?"
"Yeah! Fuck, Kyle, I’m from Durban. Everyone there surfs. Wanna drink or something?"
"Got beer?"
"Always. I won’t have one, though… not if I have to get you back tonight. Do you have to go back tonight?"
Whoa! What kinda question was that? "Yeah."
"That’s cool. That’s what I expected, anyway."
I glanced around the place while Nick was fetching my beer and a Coke for himself. It was basically one large room with two beds, and a kitchen. The shower was outside. I began to wonder if I’d done the right thing by coming here, or if I was getting myself into a situation that I couldn’t fucking handle, like the one where I’d been doped and raped over a year ago.
Nick was a little shorter than my 5’ 8", but his bod was in perfect proportion to his height. He was wearing jeans that revealed a couple of well-muscled legs… my weakness. I accepted the beer from him before he sat on his bed, leaned against the wall, and lit a cigarette.
"Fuck, this is a luck," he smiled. "I didn’t think I’d ever see you again."
"I didn’t think I’d see you again, either. Do you meet many guys?"
"Not really."
I sat alongside him as he told me about his past. He’d never been involved in anything gay in his life before he'd gotten into a serious drug situation in Durban. He’d become a total addict when his folks decided to admit him to rehab. He ran away, and hooked up with some gay dudes in their twenties. It was then that he realized that he enjoyed having sex with guys. He did everything with them. No holds barred. Awesome!
When he eventually returned to live with his folks, his dad arrived home one day to discover him screwing his best friend who was also his next door neighbor. His dad freaked, and threw him out.
After saving some money he’d earned from various jobs, he bought the bike. "Then I made my way down the coast, stopping at places that interested me. My plan was to eventually go to Australia."
"Australia! Cool! I have a friend there. Well, a cyber friend."
We spoke for hours ‘cause there was so much to tell each other. I told him about my friend Paul, and how we’d been lovers before he had to leave with his folks to go live in England… and how it broke our hearts. We’d been best buds since we were in kindergarten together. I also told him about Steve, my surfer bud, and how we’d become lovers, even though we both had girlfriends. Well, Steve attracted chicks like flies to shit, but I still had a special place in his heart.
While Nick was telling me more about Durban, he mentioned that he’d spent time as a rent boy. "My ‘office’ was the beach. I’d meet guys on business trips or whatever. They’d take me to their hotel room where I’d blow them, and they’d blow me. I’d earn a few hundred bucks. I never did anal with them, though. Actually, I got myself beaten up by one guy ‘cause he wanted to fuck me, but I wouldn’t let it happen. So that put an end to my rent boy escapade. Too damn dangerous."
As I listened to his story, I kept thinking how odd it was that he’d been involved with drugs and selling his bod to strangers. He looked nothing like the kinda dude I would have imagined being associated with those kinda things. He was too nice… too pleasant… just too damn cool. Then he asked me if I’d ever done anal.
"Only once." I went on to tell him about my experience with two guys I’d met on a school swim tour, and how I’d been sucked into a situation where I was eventually doped and raped.
"That’s bad news, bud. It’s the fucking drugs. I stopped taking them ‘cause you just lose fucking control. I was a total fucking acid head up in Durban." He paused to study my face for a moment, then gave me an irresistible smile. "Into some one-on-one, Kyle?"
My nervousness had dissipated ‘cause he had a totally cool way of making me feel relaxed in his company. His blue eyes seemed to be reading the depths of my soul as we both stood. Then he unbuttoned my shirt. His gaze focused on my tanned pecs and stomach as his fingers explored them.
"Nice," he said softly. "Your skin feels like silk."
I followed my instincts and removed his shirt. His bod was just as I’d anticipated… fucking perfect!… well developed pecs, flat, muscular stomach, and those sexy lines that ran from the small flaps of muscle over his hips to his pubes. His prominent lats were like steel rods that ran the length of each side of his torso.
When he pulled me closer to him, I automatically opened my mouth to allow his tongue in. He tasted like cigarette smoke, but I still enjoyed the sensation of our lips being bent outa shape, and our tongues writhing around like snakes in heat, searching every corner of each other’s hot, wet mouths.
After some minutes, we put the kissing on hold for a while as we unbuttoned each other’s pants, then let them fall to the floor. Nick was wearing boxer briefs. Both of us had major wet patches from pre-cum.
"Fuck, Kyle," he grinned. "You are one awesome fucker."
We laid on the bed, and kissed again, while our hands explored everything within reach. It seemed to me that this guy was sex personified. Everything about him was highly erotic. Falling under his spell was easier than falling off a log... impossible to resist. And it was obvious that he thought the same of me.
He pulled off my boxers without asking, then told me to lay on my stomach. "Now lift your knees slightly."
I was by no means certain of what was gonna happen next, but, somehow, I felt safe and secure. So far, he’d given me no indication that he was gonna hurt or abuse me. Just the opposite. He was loving, gentle, and caring.
As I bent my knees, my ass lifted into the air. I felt his hands push my ass cheeks apart, then bolts of electricity shot through my bod as his tongue probed my rosebud. Wicked! Then he inserted his finger while his tongue was still fucking my hole. The sensation was totally fucking wild. Outasight! I’d had my rosebud tongued by Steve before, but not to this extent. Jeez!
After a while, he asked me to roll over onto my back. Once I was in position, he sent his lips slowly down the shaft of my totally out-of-control cock. He was delivering thrilling sensations throughout my entire bod that I’d never felt before. One minute his lips were riding my boner. The next, they were enveloping my nads, which were bursting with juice. The next, his tongue was licking the length of my throbber. And the next, his lips were sucking my nipples. He was making the kinda love to me that I’d only ever fantasized about. It was unreal. Impossible. But it was happening.
I asked him to kneel above me, then I reached for his boxers, which I slid down his funky, curved thighs. Once his perfect specimen of a cock had been released, it slapped against his stomach. Whoa! I was in seventh heaven. I grabbed the back of this thighs and pulled him toward my face, then took his uncut cock into my mouth. I could feel the head popping right outa the foreskin as I massaged it with my tongue. It was such a damn cool feeling, I spent ages holding his legs and enjoying the presence of his hard teen meat filling my mouth to capacity, and the salty taste of his pre-cum. Meantime, the room kept filling with the sounds of my muffled snorting and sucking, and his groans of ecstasy.
A short while later, we chose to lay alongside each other, and to just explore each other’s bods with our fingers as if we had all the time in the world to luxuriate in each other’s company... as if this night would last as long as we wanted it to. It was another world. Another place. We were lost in time. Lost in each other's eyes.
"Hey, Kyle," he whispered at last. "I’ve got some condoms here. I know you had a shit experience, but anal can be so fucking special." He paused to study my eyes before adding, "If you want to."
"I’m just scared." Images of the rape rushed through my mind. The blood. The torn anus. The pain. The indignity. The cruelty. The helplessness. The invasion of eight inches of unwelcome penis, filling me to the point of agony. The tears. The shame. The sensation of my guts being dragged through my ass each time that monster cock retreated for its next brutal assault.
"Hey, I’ll be gentle. And you can go first."
There was something honest and genuine about Nick’s blue eyes that made me wanna believe him. Maybe it could be different. Maybe it could be special. Maybe Nick was able to erase from my mind all the terrible things that I’d come to associate with anal sex. Maybe I should take a chance and say yes.
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