Sex with a guy wasn't exactly new to me. I'd already fancy-danced with Paul, Wingnut, Mark, and Steve. Not to mention Nick. But when Nick took my hand as we walked up the path through the forest, it was a whole new experience… hand in hand, like two lovers. Weird, but wonderful.
South Africa
Part 3
On the other hand, no pun intended, Nick may have been hanging on to me to prevent my falling behind. The path was pretty steep. Up, and up, and fucking up. Nick's legs bulged with each step he took, while mine were aching. This kinda exercise required a different level of fitness to which I was unaccustomed. Meantime, Nick was motoring up the hill like his ass was on fire, taking time to point out the different types of trees… as well as humungous fucking spiders!
"Watch out for the snake, Kyle."
"Yikes!" I almost empied my fucking bilges on the spot.
"Over there."
Nick was pointing to a puff-adder that was slithering away into the grass. It was lucky for us 'cause puff-adders were lazy snakes that would normally remain in our path for us to stumble upon. I'd seen plenty of them while hiking back home, and they were a nasty piece of work. The venom from their bite affects the extremities of whatever limb they attack, and causes your hand or foot to turn dark blue very quickly. Without treatment, the hand or foot turns black, and there's a very real danger of losing it.
"Have they ever bitten a guy's dick?"
"Probably."
Once we'd reached the top of the hill, we began walking down the other side towards the river, which flowed through one of the area's picturesque valleys. As soon as we arrived, Nick ripped off his boots, socks, and shorts, and dove in.
"C'mon in! The water's great!"
Yeah, right. It was so damn cold, it knocked the breath outa me. While I was trying to recover from the shock, Nick swam up behind me, grabbed me, and pushed me under. I retaliated by grabbing his leg, and taking him down with me.
After a minute or two, my body became accustomed to the chill of the water, and it was actually fun to goof off with my totally amazing bud. At one stage, I pulled Nick toward me, grabbed his legs, and wrapped them around my waist. I loved that… every fucking minute of it. Being close to someone special, while also being a million miles from anywhere, was a truly remarkable experience, both sexually and spiritually.
We stayed in the water only for a short while, then laid on the bank to dry off before getting back into our shorts and boots.
We walked the whole day, taking time out to visit one small farm where Nick knew the family. We chatted with them for a while, and it was obvious to me that Nick was well liked around the local area, judging by the way people enjoyed his company, not to mention his winning smile. Yeah, that smile was fucking wicked. When it spread across his beautiful face, you had no choice but to respond in kind.
On the trek back, just before we arrived at the turn-off to Nick's bungalow, I saw it… it being a fucking huge tree trunk laying beside the road. It appeared to have been cut to half its original length, but it still looked fucking heavy.
"Front or back?"
"Huh?"
"Which end do you wanna carry? You wanna walk in front, or in back?"
"Uh… hmmm... back… I think."
Nick was facing me as he lifted the log, holding it with both hands in front of his waist. As I lifted my end, I knew this wasn't gonna be fun. No fucking way!
"OK, when I count to three, lift up the log so that it's resting on the upturned palm of your hand, next to your right shoulder. Don't rest it on your shoulder, though, or you'll have no skin left there by the time we get home. Rest it on your hand. Got it?"
The distance from the road to the bungalow wasn't all that far, but it felt like a million miles. My arms and shoulders were totally fucked by the time we arrived, and sweat was pouring off me like water from a hose. What a relief it was to drop the log on the ground at last! A glass of merlot? Forget it. Both of us headed for the tap outside the bungalow, and drank cold water from our cupped hands.
I sat on the sitting-log while Nick fetched a gasoline chain-saw, then sawed the log into smaller sections, which he would, no doubt, chop with the axe next fucking morning. Where did he get the damn energy from? I watched his arm muscles bulge as he played with the chain-saw as though it was some kinda toy.
Once I'd returned to something resembling normal, I showered under the icy cold water, which was actually helluva welcome as it cascaded down my aching bod. Every one of my muscles was as tight as hell.
After drying myself, I wrapped the towel around my waist, sat on the log, and watched the boy-faced god while he showered. His lazy cock was flopping about like puppy's tail as he moved gracefully under the water, which formed rivers that flowed down the length of his muscular bod, then finally became a silvery waterfall that tumbled off the end of his uncut dick.
He smiled that smile as he wrapped the towel around his waist. "Enjoy today?"
"It was fucking awesome!" I wasn't lying, either. I enjoyed every minute… yep, even the log-carrying. Tough, but worth it.
"Lemme massage your shoulders," he offered as he stood behind me, then proceeded to ease the knots in my muscles with his magic fingers. After that, he sat down, and I gladly returned the favor while he turned his head this way and that, stretching his neck muscles.
After I'd massaged him, I wrapped my arms around his upper body, and rested my cheek against his powerful back. It felt so damn good, we stayed like that for ages, luxuriating in each other's closeness, and enjoying the late afternoon sun warming our bodies.
Nick, with his eyes closed as he leaned back against me, seemed to be dozing. His voice was almost a whisper. "Hey, Kyle."
"Yeah?"
"Love you."
"Yeah… 'til I throw a wobbly… guys tend to leave me alone when I toss my toys outa the cot."
"What the fuck… I'll just smack you."
I couldn't resist the temptation. I gave him one helluva flat-hander across his stomach, which left a nice, red, handprint, then I bolted for dear life.
"Wuss!" Nick screamed as I ran for cover. "Just wait 'til you're least expecting something!"
About an hour before dark, we jumped on the bike, and rode into Knysna, where we had supper at a restaurant that was part of the small waterfront complex there. It was totally neat, with a real holiday atmosphere 'cause of all the tourists. Everywhere I looked, there were faces wearing broad smiles. This was Paradise. It had to be.
After supper, we joined a crowd at a lakeside pub. The crowd was from Durban, and they were really enjoying themselves… going apeshit.
Being in a noisy, crowded place with Nick was in total contrast to the previous day and night, when we'd been in each other's company in the forest, or the bungalow, or sitting on the log surrounded by acres of tall yellow-woods. Just the two of us, separated from the rest of the world, except for the sounds of Nature. But, being in town was also cool. It gave me an opportunity to see Nick in a different circumstance… smiling, chatting with people, joking. And I wasn't the only one who was admiring him. Seemed like every fucking dude in the pub was gawking at him. And me. Hey, I wasn't exactly a fucking wallflower, either. I also got my fair share of gawks.
From the pub, we rode outa town, then took a narrow dirt road which led to a small pub/coffee shop in the middle of nowhere. There were a couple of cars and bikes parked outside. Nick killed the CBR's engine, and the crickets soon came back to life.
"Where the fuck are we?" I asked as I removed my helmet.
"A place where we can feel comfortable. Chill."
I followed Nick inside the place, then noticed that there were mainly guys there. Two girls were sitting in a corner, chatting and eating, and there was a woman behind the counter. Then I noticed a tall African, wearing beige chinos, with the waistband of his boxers showing. That was it. The rest of him was shiny, ebony skin, and over six feet of awesome muscle.
"Yo, Nick!"
"Hey, Lucky."
The two guys kissed, and gave each other a huge hug, then Nick led his friend over to me.
"Lucky, this is Kyle. Kyle, this is Lucky."
Whoa! Lucky gave me a kiss before I had time to realize what was happening. Smack bang on the lips. Here? In a bar? Jeez! Actually, I enjoyed it. First impressions. He was incredibly good looking: ebony skin, smooth, with an awesome set of pearlies that flashed like neon lights as he smiled at me. I also noticed that his chinos were fucking loaded, big time. The rest of his bod -- the parts I could see, rather than imagine -- was well developed, with a muscular, flat gut, and well defined pecs. His nipples were larger and meatier than most white dude's, totally edible, and his butt was way cute and tight, which right away told me that he was more Zulu than Xhosa. The Xhosa dudes tended to have bigger, fatter butts.
Lucky was obviously into hard, manual labor 'cause his arms and shoulders were bulging big time with well-defined muscle. I figured maybe he helped Nick chop wood from time to time. And his accent had a noticeably North American twang, which, I found out later, was the result of watching too much TV.
"Hey, Kyle, my man."
I wasn't sure if I was looking at a mouth fulla teeth, or the keyboard of a fucking grand piano. "Hi ya. Nick's told me about you."
Quick as a flash, his big hand was on my crotch, feeling my jewels. "Yeah, Nicky's told me about you as well. Hmmm, nice pouch. Drink?"
"Yeah, sure. Vodka and Red Bull." Whoa! What had I gotten myself into?
"My treat. Nicky?"
"Nope… I'm riding. I'll have a Coke."
As we sat at a table with our drinks, it began to dawn on me that all the guys in the bar were... gay? They were all like holding hands, or sitting with their hands on their friend's thighs or crotches. And the two girls looked like they were more than just friends. Hmmm. Hello? MY FIRST VISIT TO A GAY BAR!
However, all the patrons were keeping to themselves, or their own circle of friends. There was no threat of any kind that I could detect, so I felt pretty comfortable. Kinda.
Lucky was a real joker, forever cracking jokes and laughing, which made him even more good looking as far as I was concerned. Big, brown, almost black, smiling eyes, and a permanent toothy grin on his handsome, even princely, young face. He might have been gay, but he still had that masculine, warrior thing about him. Fucking wicked.
Time flew. We chatted, drank, and laughed until about 2am, while other patrons came and went as the hours rolled by like minutes.
"Wanna come back here on Friday night?"
"Sure. I've had a ball."
"Friday night's strip night."
"Strip?"
"It's a show, man… up there on the stage. Professional strippers. Guys."
"Guys?"
"Yeah. You wanna be here?"Copyright © 2000 All rights reserved. mrbstories
