At Vic Bay, we rode to the house of a friend of Nick's, and borrowed a stick for me. It was a 6' 2" Thruster, and went like a bat outa hell, even though it was pretty patched up with a zillion dings. The swell was about three to four feet, but perfectly shaped, and the two of us ripped up the bay the whole morning. The great thing about surfing without wetties was that the water temp was warmer than Cape Town's.
South Africa
Part 5
After a wicked session, we rode back to the bungalow feeling totally stoked. But my elation was brought to an abrupt halt as we arrived. Coming toward us was Lucky. He was riding one of the horses that were paddocked up on the hill, and had two more horses in tow. His muscular legs hugged the ribs of the massive, brown beast as he sat tall in the… Hello? Noooo saddle!
"You really don't expect me to ride one of those things. They're fucking huge!"
"So what are you gonna do? Carry it?"
After parking the bike, and storing the surfboard, Nick held one of the horses, and asked me if I wanted a leg-up.
"Nope. I'll watch you, then do the same thing."
He joined the two sections of rope that served as reins, grabbed a handful of mane, and swung a leg over the horse's back. Easy. No prob. So I grabbed the rope, plus a handful of mane, swung a leg over the animal's back, and landed on my ass on the other side.
"What the fuck are you guys laughing at? The fucking thing moved!"
Lucky trotted his horse over, and steadied mine so I could get on the damn thing. Anybody got a ladder? I was shaking like a leaf 'cause it was like being on top of a two-level building. It was a good feeling, though. And it must've been an awesome sight… three hunky teens wearing only shorts and boots, atop three magnificent steeds, out in the middle of fucking nowhere. Naked cowboys.
We started off slowly, heading up the valley, in the opposite direction we'd taken on the hike the day before. After trotting through the forest, we came to a dirt road where Lucky heeled his horse's ribs, and set off at a gallop. Nick followed, also at a gallop. And what did my horse do? What all horses do… followed the leader. I was almost laying flat, desperately holding onto the rope, the mane, and anything else I could grab. After a while, though, I began to feel a little more confident, and sat up. Woohoo! It was totally amazing to be galloping at a reasonable speed, so high in the air, with the wind in my hair, and seeing the horse's head bobbing up and down right there in front of me.
Our destination was a lookout point that provided a fabulous view of the forest canopy. Totally awe inspiring. Then Lucky trotted his horse over to Nick's, and the two of them kissed while on horseback. They really did look as though they were in love with each other, and the nice thing about it was the complete lack of pressure. A totally cool, uncomplicated relationship.
On the slow trot back to the bungalow, Lucky explained a few things to me. "I take care of my mom, and that's why I haven't moved in with Nick. She's a bit old and frail, so I work to support her and my younger bro. He's still at school."
"What kinda work do you do?"
"Pretty much whatever I can lay my hands on. I dropped outa school after grade 11 to find work, and support my family. But, one day I wanna finish school, then further my studies later on."
Back at the bungalow, Lucky took the horses up the hill to the paddock, then set them free. Meantime, my ass felt like I'd been sitting on a cactus. Until I'd dismounted, I hadn't realized just how damn sore my ass was getting.
When Lucky returned, he stripped, and showered. Oh, my fuck! He was totally fucking built. Seeing him completely naked, with the cold water making his ebony skin shine, made me realize just what a damn fine bod he had. He must've had a brick tied to his dick when he was a kid 'cause it was long and thick like a firehose. It was cut, and hung over his bulging nads, which were also huge, suspended like two boxing speedballs between his magnificent thighs.
"So what do you think of him?" Nick asked as he sat beside me, and offered me a glass of wine.
"Lucky? I think he's pretty cool. Damn cool. Are your plans the same as his? To live together?"
"Pretty much. He's the first real friend I've found around here, and we've come to love each other. I think that's what pissed off my girlfriend… when she realized what was going on between Lucky and me."
"Does he fuck you with that thing?"
"You better believe it," Nick cracked. "And what you're gawking at is tiny by comparision to what it is when it's hard. Hahahaha! Kyle, I wish you could see the look on your fucking face!"
Nick was laughing so damn much, I couldn't help giggling, even though I was still trying to come to terms with the mental image of Lucky's monster stuffed in Nick's cute ass.
"Hey, Nick, Kyle! Come on over here and wash, you dirty little fuckers!"
Nick and I stripped, then joined Lucky under the shower. He threw the soap at me, and asked me to wash his back. I didn't need a second invite.
His buns were tight, and muscled, but I figured I'd better be kinda subtle, and begin with his back. Gradually, my soapy hands moved down his strong, wide back toward those two delicious mounds, which reminded me of Jumbo, the black dude on our school swim team. What would he be thinking if he could see me now? He and Lucky had similar builds, but Jumbo was as black as the ace of spades, whereas Lucky's skin was a dark-brown, ebony color.
My hands drifted around to Lucky's chest. He raised his arms so that I could soap his pits, pecs, then his abs. My hands worked their way down to his pubes. Hmmm. I threw the soap to Nick who was standing in front of his black lover.
"Here… that part's yours."
But Nick threw the soap back to me. "Go for it. It won't bite."
Lucky grinned at both of us, and pretended to look surprised. "You boys scared of Mr Snake?" His comment had Nick and me doubled up with hysterical laughter.
Still laughing, Nick grabbed the overhanging water pipe, raised his feet off the ground, then swung his legs over Lucky's broad shoulders. His cock was just inches from his bud's face as the water hammered down on Nick's tight stomach. Woohoo!
Lucky took hold of his lover's thighs, then wrapped his lips around Nick's nads. I saw Nick's arm muscles bulge as he raised himself even higher, and pushed his jewels closer to Lucky's face. The Zulu's massive cock was now hard, and standing away from his gut. And mine? A real skin splitter!
Lucky released his friend's nads from his mouth, then proceeded to swallow Nick's boner. I watched in awe as Lucky took the entire length of his lover's boner into his mouth, right up to the patch of black pubes.
While all this was going on, I couldn’t help noticing Lucky's dick. It was like a huge, muscular pole, begging for attention. I couldn't stand being an observer for a moment longer. I wanted to join in the fun. I had to join in the fun! Besides, I'd often fantasized about sucking a big, black dick, and here was the anaconda of them all.
I cupped one hand under his hangers, which had become like two tennis balls, side by side, then used my other hand to pull his boner down level with my mouth. It was like prying a huge, powerful spring. For a moment, I stared in amazement at the size of his cockhead, and its piss hole, which looked as though it could have extinguished a house on fire. Whoa!
I opened my mouth as wide as possible to accommodate that incredible piece of teen meat… as beautiful as it was massive. And as my lips enveloped that king-size, cut knob, I was in Zulu warrior heaven. But the damn thing was so large, I could only manage to get my mouth around his cockhead, and a few inches of his shaft. It was impossible to open my mouth any further than I had already. So I used my hand to stroke the rest of his dick as I sucked. My fingers barely touched my thumb, such was the thickness of his shaft. Pure, silky smooth muscle. I was in fucking heaven! And so was Lucky 'cause he started to fuck my face with a vengeance! I had to pull away each time he thrust his monster at me, or I would've choked.
Nevertheless, I began to relax. I placed my hands on the backs of his thighs, and tried to take more of his cock into my mouth. There wasn't an ounce of fat on this god-warrior. Every muscle was taut and strong. His buns, which I couldn't resist handling, felt like steel drums covered with silk.
Suddenly, the air was filled with Nick's screams as he offloaded into the Zulu's mouth. I could also hear Lucky swallowing furiously to keep up with his lover's explosions of boy juice. Then Lucky's giant throbber stiffened even more so, and shot outa my mouth as it lifted toward his gut. There was no way I could've kept that monster between my lips 'cause it was bucking like a crazed bronco on steroids.
And then it happened. Lucky's juice shot out of his knob like so many missiles on a major mission. There was enough to supply a whole fucking brothel! I looked as though someone had tipped a tub of sunscreen all over my face and chest.
And the taste? Different. Kinda sour. I didn't like it at first, but I guessed you'd get used to it. Matter of fact, I got used to it pretty quickly. I took Lucky's monster in my hand, then cleaned it with my mouth, licking off all the juice that had clung to his knob, as well as that which had trickled down the underside of his shaft, and onto his nads. And while my lips and tongue were going about their erotic business, Lucky's hands were massaging my head… probably in appreciation… or maybe gratitude. Whatever. It didn't matter. It felt good.
"Ohhhhhh, boy!" he laughed. "You white boys are goooooood!"
Despite being cold from the icy water, we all laid down on the grass beneath the shower, and just let it rain down on our bods. Lucky was first to get up, and go sit in the sun. His black python was draped like a lazy snake over his nads, which had returned to their normal hanging position. I could see why Nick loved him. Apart from his good looks, and perfectly proportioned bod, Lucky had a great personality, and was obviously very much in love with Nick. But there was still room for me… without jealousy. They knew the difference between love and sex, as I did with my friends back home. And they also knew that it was possible to love more than one person, perhaps not equally, but to love them nevertheless.
In my case, I loved Mark while he loved Carol. But he still loved me. And I loved him even though I also loved Steph. And with me and Mark, there was no jealousy, just as there was no jealousy here in this wilderness paradise.
Nick was next to stand, then walk over to Lucky. He faced his bud, straddled his legs, and they both wrapped their arms around each other. They kissed one of those sweet, lingering, loving kisses that demonstrated genuine tenderness and caring between two contented people.
From where I was, still under the shower, I got a good view of the V shape of Nick's muscular back, and Lucky's strong forearms wrapped around it. Finally, I couldn't handle the cold water any more, so I rose, and turned off the shower.
"You guys feel like a coffee?" Nick asked as he stood, and revealed an excited semi. "I'll go make one… make that three."
While Nick was in the kitchen, I sat on the log next to Lucky. "You and Nick are really in love, huh."
"Nick's the nicest guy I've ever met."
"Hey, Lucky. You always been gay? I mean, you ever had a girlfriend or anything?"
"Oh, I've had some girls that I've fucked, but I've never loved a girl… not like I love Nicky. My first boyfriend was a school friend of mine… from the same village in Natal. You must remember that we Zulus, as kids, walk naked until our pubes start growing, and even then we only cover up if necessary. So seeing boys naked didn't exactly turn me on, 'cause I was used to seeing them that way."
"I guessed you were Zulu when I first saw you."
"Why? 'Cause I'm so good looking?" he beamed, showing a set of brilliant white pearlies.
"Kinda… but you've got that perfect body that most Zulu guys have."
"Why, thank you Mr Kyle, sir!"
"Shuddup, Lucky," I laughed. "I'm being serious here!"
"And how do I taste?"
That question immediately aroused strong feelings in my groin. "Different to what I've tasted before… but scrumptious."
"Scrumptious? That's a weird word to use."
"Mr B calls me Scrumptious… don't ask. It's a long story." Anyway, Lucky and I got involved in a long convo about how I'd met Nick on my previous holiday here, and about our lovemaking. "How come you're not jealous of Nick and me?"
"Hey, there's a saying that you white guys have, and it goes like this: 'Set it free, and if it comes back to you it's yours. If it doesn't, it never was.' I know that Nick and I are gonna stay together, at least for now. Who knows what's down the road? A fork, maybe. A fork that will force us to make a choice. Maybe for the better for each of us. I doubt it, though. We've deflowered each other, and felt the rush of each other's manhood coursing through our veins. And you, Kyle?"
"I dunno. That fork is still quite a way down that road. I don't wanna choose. Not yet, anyway."
"You're pretty wise for a white boy," he laughed, giving me yet another look at his neon teeth.
"And you're fulla shit for a slave," came the voice from behind. It was Nick, carrying the coffees.
Lucky jumped up from the log, then got down on his knees, and bowed with outstretched arms in front of his bud, causing Nick and me to crack big time. "Yes, mussuh."
"Shuddup, and drink your coffee," Nick grinned.
No racism. No jealousy. No bitterness. No politics. No religion. Only love, respect, and admiration. If only the rest of the world could be like this fantastic valley, and the people who lived in it.Copyright © 2000 All rights reserved. mrbstories
