South Africa
Part 7

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I watched Nick roll the condom down my rock-hard shaft, which made me even hornier than I was already! Then he gave me a tube of KY before he laid on his back, and raised his legs. Was this really happening to me? This guy was totally fucking awesome! And I was about to do something I’d never done before in my life. I was about to fuck a guy... but not just any guy. Nick was a god.

I positioned myself between his knees, squeezed some KY onto my finger, then began to lube his ass crack the way he’d told me to. I used one finger at first, then two as his ass muscles started to relax. Meantime, he was studying me with his blue eyes wide open.

"Hey, don’t be so nervous. You’re doing great. That feels so fucking awesome."

When he rested his ankles on my shoulders, and raised his hips, it was like I was following silent orders coming from my brain... or maybe his... as though I was being controlled by an unseen force, but a friendly one... the same one that had made my jaw drop when I first saw him at the coffee shop.

After I’d taken hold of his raised thighs, Nick reached down and held my boner as I slowly pushed my six and a half inches into his tight hole. The sensation of his ass muscles gripping my cock as it slowly slid further inside him was like no other I’d ever experienced. Totally, totally outasight.

"You are fucking huge, bro," he winced. "Just take it easy. How does it feel?"

"Fucking unreal."

"Cool," he smiled.

When I was all the way in, I began to slowly move my throbber back and forth, and could feel his ass muscles contract each time I thrust my hips forward. When I sensed that the time was right, I worked up to a faster rhythm. Pretty soon, I was breathing like a fucking steam train, and probably creating just as much steam. And all the while our faces were just a few feet apart as we studied each other’s expressions. I had no idea what mine must’ve looked like, but his seemed to mirror that fine line between pain and pleasure. On the other hand, I was unaware of any thoughts going through my mind. It was like some kinda dream world... but a damn good one.

Nick’s killer abs and chest were heaving as I fucked like a madman. His semi was laying across his stomach, so I used one hand to slide the foreskin up and down his knob, causing his cock to harden almost immediately. My other hand was still gripping his strong, muscular thigh as my balls slapped against his ass at increasingly shorter intervals.

"Oh, my fuck!" he groaned. "Fuck me harder, Kyle. Oh, fucking hell!"

Harder? He was being tossed around like a rag doll as it was! If I’d fucked him any harder, the damn bed would’ve collapsed. Maybe the whole damn building!

We were a million miles from anywhere, so there was no problem in letting out an incredible roar as my hot boy juice began to explode. His ass muscles immediately closed around my shaft as if he wanted to hold me inside him until I’d shot the very last of my sticky wads. I tried to keep pumping, but his grip on my cock was too tight for me to move in or out.

When my balls had finally been emptied of every drop of cum, Nick smiled at me, pointed to his chest, and said, "Come and sit here."

I slowly extracted my boner from his ass, then straddled his chest where he slid the condom off my still-hard cock. I wondered what the hell he was doing when he wrapped his fist around the base of my boner, and pulled back the skin until it was almost sore. Then he drew me closer to him, and sent his sexy lips over my cum-soaked knob, and down my shaft, while his tongue launched even more incredible sensations throughout my body. They felt so damn good, and so indescribably intense, all I could do was make whimpering, crying sounds.

"Hey!" he grinned. "Are you ready for something totally cool?"

What next? I thought. "Maybe."

He pushed me to one side so that I was laying on my back. Then I watched as he slid a condom over his cock. A moment later, he’d disappeared between my legs, and I felt his tongue probing my rosebud once more, later followed by his fingers. I guessed he was lubing me with KY.

He lifted my legs, and arranged himself in readiness to fuck me. I closed my eyes, and waited for the same fucking invasive and painful torment that I’d had from the rapist.

But this was different. Totally fucking different. Nick slid into me gently as my ass muscles contracted involuntarily around his hard dick, which seemed to be filling my entire fucking being. But despite feeling as if a power pole had been jammed up my ass, I was surprised to discover that it wasn’t all that painful. In fact, the pleasure far outweighed any pain.

"You OK?" he asked as he studied my face.

I could only nod in reply. The mental processes and physical sensations I was experiencing were far too overwhelming to allow me to utter even the simplest of words.

Soon, I felt his nads colliding with my ass with each of his thrusts. His hands gripped my thighs, and used them for leverage as he pushed, then pushed again, and again. The expression on his face must’ve been the same as I’d had when I was fucking him. He was a guy possessed... a guy totally focused on a single mission, from which nothing, absolutely nothing, could distract his attention.

Eventually, I watched him throw his head back in a gesture of extreme pleasure as his boner exploded its juice into the condom. He seemed to wait for ages before he finally withdrew, and I was almost disappointed that it was all over. Then he leaned forward, and his loving tongue found its way into my eager mouth.

Shortly after, as naked as the day we were born, we went outside to the shower. "Hey," he smiled, "it’s a cold shower, but it works." The shower was a simple device attached to the outer wall of the bungalow, and was completely exposed to the outside world, both night and day. Obviously, privacy wasn’t a concern in this remote location.

It felt so fucking wicked to be out in the open air with this killer hunk. I watched him throw his handsome, young head back, then lift his muscular arms as he washed his hair. His arched back caused his abs and pecs to stretch upwards, and form new and ever-changing erotic shapes while his wet skin glistened in the dim light.

I approached him from behind, then began to soap his smooth, firm bod. After he’d washed me, we were freezing our butts off, so we went back inside the bungalow.

"So?" he smiled as he towelled himself.

"So what?"

"Well, I’ve had the best evening of my life, Kyle. Thanks."

"Me, too." Then I paused before adding, "I don’t suppose we’ll ever see each other again."

"Never say never, bro. Anything is possible."

Nick was a whole stack of contradictions. Wise words would come outa his mouth, but it was a mouth that belonged to a face that looked more like fourteen than its actual nineteen years. He radiated the innocence of youth, yet he’d danced with the devil himself. He’d experienced things that I never would or could... and some of which I didn’t wanna, such as drugs. But, that night, he shared with me the most incredible sexual experience of my life, and helped to distance the memory of the rape. From that moment on, I would know just how special anal sex could be.

On the ride back to the holiday park, I sat behind him with my hands under his shirt, feeling his pecs and his abs, which would contract under my touch. I wanted to always remember what he felt like, and to impress as much as possible everything about him on my memory.

It was 2am when we stopped on the highway adjacent to the park. I got off the bike, and removed my helmet.

"You wanna take off your helmet?"

"I’ve gotta ride back."

"Not before you kiss me." I had tears in my eyes that I didn’t bother to hide. In any case, I wasn’t ashamed of them. And I couldn’t have cared less if someone had seen us kissing.

"I wish I could see you again," I said with a lump in my throat, after our lips had peeled apart.

"Hey, Kyle... don’t do that, bro. You’ve got my number at the shop. I’ll be there for a while. Phone me."

I watched the tail-light of the 400CBR grow smaller and smaller, until it vanished into the night. Along with him. Then I walked back to park where I sat beside the lake, watching the endlessly lapping shore, and thinking about everything that had happened during the last eight hours or so. It all seemed so unreal, and yet it wasn’t.

Suddenly, I was jolted back to reality by the sounds of Mark and the girls returning from the rave. Wingnut was trashed, and slung over Mark’s shoulder. Fortunately, he hadn’t puked, so Mark was lucky. And so was I. Seeing Mark again was just the kinda reassurance I needed. I was back in the world I knew, and back with the friends I loved.

"What happened?" I laughed at the comical sight of my little bud’s condition.

"You should’ve seen this little dude, Kyle," Mark cracked. "He was dancing on the fucking tables, man, and doing a strip for the girls. Well... down to his boxers, anyway. I think every girl in the place wanted a piece of him. How was your evening?"

Yeah, right. What the fuck could I say? "Pretty cool."

"You missed a good rave, buddy."

The girls said their goodnights, and returned to their trailers, before Mark slipped Wingnut off his shoulder, and laid the moaning grommet on the ground.

"We’ve gotta sort him out before we take him back to the bungalow."

"No prob," I said, then stripped my bud before tossing him into the lake. He was instantly awake, and none too pleased.

"Fuck you both," he yelled, then realized that he was in pain. "Oh, fuck! My head!"

Mark and I cracked big time at the sight of the grommet staggering outa the water toward where we were sitting. When he got close enough, the cheeky bugger shook his head to wet us. Then we all chilled while Mark talked about how cool the rave was. Wingnut, on the other hand, said that he couldn’t remember much except that a lotta the girls were putting their hands down his cargoes, and feeling his woody.

When we all finally hit the sack, I couldn’t sleep. I laid awake for hours reliving the magic moments of my evening with Nick, and wondering if he was awake in his bed thinking about me.

FRIDAY

My dad and Mark went fishing again in the morning. Buggered if I knew where Mark got the energy from after the rave the previous night. Anyway, the cocky smartass came back to the bungalow with more fish, which he cooked for breakfast. It was delicious, as usual, and filled several empty but appreciative holes.

After breakfast, we stacked the surfboards on top of the Kombi, and headed for Vic Bay where we surfed the whole day. There was a mid break, which was perfect for body surfing, so that’s where Mark spent his time having a totally cool rave. Wingnut and I managed to catch the breaks coming off the point, but it wasn’t easy ‘cause the place was packed with other surfers. Meantime, my dad had become tired of fighting the lighties for waves, so he joined my mom at a small restaurant which had a view of the whole break.

That evening, we visited Knysna for supper. My folks had made some friends there, so they left us guys to do our own thing. We found a waterfront pub where there were a lotta teens, so we hung there for a while and raved to music.

SATURDAY

On our last full day at the park, we hired bikes again and rode into town. The girls also happened to be there, so we spent the day with them, and made arrangements to meet later for supper that evening at a small pub/restaurant patronized mainly by young people. There, we had pizza, then returned to the park for our last skinny dip together.

Mark disappeared with Rochelle for ages, obviously to get his end away as much as poss before the holiday was over. Tammy came onto me, and ended up giving me a blowjob which sent me to seventh heaven. I felt like fucking her, but I didn’t have a condom with me. I could’ve kicked myself for not having remembered to ask Mark for one before he vanished with Rochelle.

And Wingnut? Well, he and Mo paired off into the night as well, so I guessed he was giving her a taste of his woody. At least, I hoped he was. I figured if he got used to the idea of a pair of lips riding his boner, mine might also get an opportunity one day.

SUNDAY

The ride back home was pretty subdued. I guessed we all felt as though we were leaving a very special part of our lives behind, never to be revisited. The guys and I spoke about the "legal" things that were really great, such as the mountain biking, the ferry ride, the short hike in the forest. And, yep, even the skinny dipping. My folks were pretty cool about that kinda thing.

But before we knew it, the holiday was over. It had all become a memory... albeit a very pleasant memory that would stay with me for the rest of my life. But there was still that piece of paper in my pocket with Nick’s number written on it. Would I ever see him again?

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