Nick was used to showering outside under icy cold water, and exposed to the elements, but me? Hey, I was a city slicker, so I had to dance around a bit to get used to the freezing temperature while my bud casually soaped himself like he was in some fucking five star hotel.
South Africa
Part 2
"Your dick’s shrivelled."
"It’s a wonder the fucking thing's visible at all!"
I was first to step out from under the shower, and towel myself. Then I handed him the wet towel to use, which cracked me up totally. But he didn’t seem to mind. Anyway, I had to admit that the way I was feeling after a cold shower was helluva refreshing. It was totally different to what I'd been used to… being in the middle of nowhere, naked with a friend, and not a damn care in the world.
Nick went into the bunglow, then returned a minute later with a cigarette. "One vice I can’t stop… two, if you count coffee. Wanna smoke?"
"No, thanks."
We planted our bare asses on a log, and watched the sky change color as the sun set. Gradually, I could hear the night sounds beginning… a huge contrast to the sounds of the day, which were quite raucous by comparison. As the birds became quiet, heads tucked under wings for the night, I could hear rustling noises in the forest bushes as the night animals emerged to forage. And against the darkening sky, I could make out the black shapes of bats, winging their way in search of food.
Every now and then, I’d glance at Nick, and see a little boy in a twink’s body. I was trying to suss out the changes in him since we’d last met. Back then, there was a softness about him despite being well muscled. But now, every single inch of him was defined… his thighs had become thicker and more solid… his waist appeared to be narrower, but I figured that was ‘cause his shoulders had widened. His lats were also noticeably more prominent, and his stomach muscles had improved, making little folds as he sat beside me.
"Hey," he said as he stood, "you can hang here while I go start a fire, and get supper ready."
"Cool."
I wasn’t ready to go inside just yet. I was enjoying this newfound freedom and tranquility, and the anticipation of what might lay ahead during the next few days. And as I stared at the night forest, my thoughts turned to Mark, and how he’d be getting along with his dad, and the ‘other’ family he’d be meeting for the first time. I also wondered about Wingnut, and hoped that he was OK, and keeping outa trouble. I thought about Steph, and felt a stirring in my groin at the memory of our last night together, and how erotic that had been.
I could hear Nick doing things in the bungalow, then I noticed the smell of wood smoke. Just to one side of where I was sitting was a mountain of chopped logs… enough to last for a decade of winters.
"Here you go," he said as he arrived at the log, and sat down.
I took the glass of red wine, and sampled it. "Mmm! Very smooth… heaven’s milk. What is it?"
"Merlot."
"You've got good taste." Then I thought about Mr B, and how he’d give his left nad to be here. Red wine, two naked teens, red wine, two naked teens, red wine, red wine…
"What are you giggling about?"
"Remember that Mr B dude I told you about?"
"Yeah… is he still writing stories about you?"
"Yep. Probably won’t write this one, though… too fucking painful."
"Into lasagna?"
"Smells delish."
"Hey, I’m not too shabby around the kitchen."
"Hot bod, good cook… you remind me so much of Mark, it’s scary."
Then we got into a long convo about Mark and his dad, and the kinda crap we got up to at school, including the fights. And as we chatted, I noticed that Nick’s cock had relaxed… hanging lazily over his nads. Mine had kinda become a bit sleepy, too, probably ‘cause of the wine, which had given me a nice, warm, inner glow.
"So what do you do here every night?"
"Sometimes friends come around, or I go see them. Or I go to a pub [bar] in Kynsna. Sometimes I just hang here and read. Told my friends to stay away tonight, though. I wanted us to have this first night all to ourselves."
"What happened with the girlfriend?"
"Oh, we’re still friends, but nothing sexual any more. She’ll hit on you as well if you meet her. Careful, though… she doesn’t want guys to use condoms. And she’s into anything with a dick. Even the horses run when they know she’s coming."
"Not bothered to find another girl?" I asked when our boyish giggling had subsided.
"Nah. I prefer guys anyway. Got a boyfriend who you’ll meet."
"He doesn’t mind me being here with you?"
"Not any more… he was worried a bit at first when I told him, but he’s calmed down about it. Don’t worry, he won’t give you a hard time."
"So, are you out to everyone around here?"
"My girlfriend knows I like guys, and my immediate friends know. They don’t hassle about it. I found my boyfriend at one of our get-togethers, after they’d gotten around to the subject of me being into guys… but I’m not the only one. There’s this African dude… he’s 18. He came onto me, and we started hanging together, and now we’re lovers."
"You’re boyfriend’s an African?"
"Yep… so now I guess you’ve got a problem with that?"
"No! Fuck! Not at all! Didn’t mean for my question to sound that way. It’s just that I’ve never thought of an African being into guys."
"Don’t you fucking believe it, Kyle," he laughed. "It’s amazing how many Africans are openly gay. Anyway, you’ll like Lucky. He’s cool, and looks like a Zulu warrior. You wanna eat out here, or inside?"
"Inside… I hadn’t realized how cold it was getting."
Just to be sorta decent while we sat at the small table, we both wore towelling wraps. Mmmm! Delicious! Home cooked lasagna, another glass of red wine, a roaring log fire. How fucking wicked was this? And the view across the table wasn’t all that bad, either.
"Were you worried about me coming up here and spoiling things for you?"
"A little… Lucky and me are pretty tight. I was kinda worried about what it might do to our relationship. At the same time, I remembered the last time you came here, and what it was like."
"Hey, Nick, I didn’t come all the way up here to have sex with you. I was hoping it might happen, though. The thing is, I’m going back to Cape Town, and you’ll be staying here. I don’t wanna cause problems for you."
"Chill, Kyle. You’re a fucking stresser. Stop it already. I didn’t mean to make Lucky sound like an ogre. You’ll like him, and, believe me, you’re gonna have to watch out ‘cause he’ll touch you where ever he feels like… and more."
"Looks like a Zulu warrior, huh? Now you’re making me nervous."
After dinner, and doing the dishes, Nick grabbed one of the mattresses and arranged it at right angles to the fireside. It was warm inside the bungalow, so we didn’t need a blanket… at least, not at that stage.
I laid on my side on the mattress, hypnotized by the flickering flames, while Nick sat between my legs, and stacked a few more logs on the fire. I rested my hand on his leg, which he straightened so that I could reach his family jewels. A few strokes later, his boner was hugging his stomach, but neither of us was in the mood for sex. There was plenty of time for that. Meantime, we were content to be in each other’s company, sitting side by side, watching the dancing flames and luxuriating in their radiated warmth, drinking more wine, and listening to the crackling of the burning logs. Pure, unadulterated bliss.
After a while, Nick pushed me back so that I was laying with the soles of my feet facing the fire. Then he rolled on top of me, with his head on my chest, and his boner hard up against my crotch. Maybe it was the long trip, the wine, or the warmth of the bunglaow that caused us to doze off in that position.
By the time I woke, the fire had gone out, and a blanket had been placed over me. Nick was still asleep by my side, with one arm draped across my stomach, and one leg thrown over my lower bod. He must’ve been having a damn good dream ‘cause his hard cock was pressed against my thigh.
As I rolled over onto my side, he stirred, and rolled in the same direction so that he had his back to me. I put one arm around him, and placed my hand on his stomach. His skin felt velvety soft and warm, and my hand moved back and forth in synch with his gentle, deep-sleep breathing.
"What the fuck…???"
I woke to the sound of a loud bang, which was coming from outside the bungalow. The first thing I noticed was Nick’s absence from the mattress, so I stumbled to the window and peered through the glass. And there was my bud, weilding a double-bladed felling axe, chopping logs. He was wearing shorts, and his body was drenched with sweat. His jet-black hair was shining in the early morning sun, and perspiration was dripping from his hairline. Hello? Fuck that! What I needed desperately was coffee. Like now! Where's the fucking kettle?
"Hey! I made some coffee," I shouted as I walked toward him. "You chopping another month’s supply of wood or something?"
He smiled, which melted me completely. He had a way of smiling that was totally and absolutely captivating, leaving you totally defenceless. Then he dropped the axe, and took the coffee. He was breathing heavily, causing his awesome abs to heave… and with every contraction, they stood out like hot-cross buns, only a million times more appetizing.
"Thanks, Kyle. Have a good night’s sleep?"
"I died… I’m sorry."
"Don’t sweat it. I think I was gone before you were. Just woke up once to grab the blanket." Then he approached me, and gave me a kiss on the lips. His body smelt of sweat, but it was fresh, sexy sweat.
"Hmmm. Breakfast. Why are you chopping logs?"
"Hey, welcome to my gym. I chop logs for at least a half hour every morning. Sometimes neighbors ask for wood, and they come here to collect it. Brings in a bit of extra cash."
I hadn’t seen any fallen trees lying around. "Where do you get the wood, though?"
"The road that comes up through the forest is a logging road, and I know the loggers quite well. They drop off a log on the side of the road… at least one trunk a day. Lucky and I carry it here… bitching all the way. Those damn things weigh a ton."
"Explains why you’re so buffed up, though."
"You’ll find out how heavy those logs are, man… today," he cracked, with that infectious, trademark laugh of his, and a flash of brilliant, white teeth.
I placed my coffee cup on the ground, then walked up behind him before wrapping my arms around his slippery torso… his sweating back hard up against my chest. Each one of his muscles was as hard as the wood he’d been chopping, which had pumped his arms and shoulders. I rested my cheek against his shoulder, and relished the musky scent of his fresh sweat.
"You smell divine."
"Yeah… like a million mine workers. It’s gonna be a good day, today."
It was only 7am, but already the heat of the day had begun to beat down on this totally magic place. The sun hadn’t done anything to warm the shower water, though. It was still icy cold. This time, we showered together, and soaped each other.
"Kyle, you’ve got the cutest ass on the planet," he grinned as his soapy hand slid between my cheeks.
The air was sweet and invigorating from the scent of the forest. But there were other smells. Mmmm. Bacon and eggs, with toast and coffee. Yum! Breakfast was had on the sitting-log outside the bunglow. That log beat the fucking hell outa any conventional garden furniture I’d ever seen. In fact, everything about Nick’s place was totally wicked, including HIM!
"You’re not so bad yourself."
"How’d you know what I was thinking?"
"Zulu magic. Hey, you wanna check out my forest today?"
"Your forest? You sound like me… I call Table Mountain my mountain."
After we’d done the dishes – Nick was a cleanliness fanatic – we dressed in shorts and boots. Then Nick put some juice, water, and a small first-aid kit in a backpack.
"K, bud, let’s go see my forest."Copyright © 2000 All rights reserved. mrbstories
