After fixing the fireplace inside the bungalow, Nick came outside and parked his cute butt on the log between Lucky and me, then placed his hand on his lover's thigh. The sight of those two awesome, young guys demonstrating their affection for one another made me realize how fortunate they were to have each other, and what a privilege it was for me to be able to share a little bit of their lives together.
South Africa
Part 6
We sat quietly, watching the sky change color as day began to give way to night. Then Lucky started to make a fire outside, while Nick grabbed some meat from the kichen. "You wanna cut up some vegies and make a salad, Kyle?" Peanut butter sarmies was about my gastronomical limit, but, hey, I gave the salad my best shot.
As the sky darkened, the air became pretty cool, especially away from the fire, so we all put on ts and shorts.
"Hey, Lucky, you gonna sleep over tonight?" Nick asked as he threw marinated meat on the hot coals.
Lucky gave me a quizzical look before I eased his mind. "Hey, I think it would be cool if you stay, but you need to give me a big hug."
The handsome Zulu hugged me with one strong arm, and stroked me with his spare hand, which instantly brought my semi to life. "My mom will be cool," he explained. "My little bro's at home, and she knows I'm here with Nick, anyway. Tomorrow, you guys must come around to my place. I'll get my mom to make us some of her favorite, thick stew… and you can try some of her home-made beer." He laughed when he mentioned the beer, which gave me the impression that it was probably more like fucking rocket fuel.
"Does your mom know about you and Nick?" I asked as we resumed our places on the log.
"Oh, yeah. She loves Nick to bits. She'd love to have a tribe of little Zulu warriors running around, but my mom takes things as they come. She loves men, and Nick's a man, so… hey, it's cool."
After a delicious meal, we waited until the fire was almost out before throwing sand on it. Rule Number One: Never leave a fire unattended in the forest.
"What did you marinate the meat in?"
"Red wine, of course, plus a few herbs."
"Nick's a good cook," Lucky grinned. "Why do you think I hang with him?"
Inside the bungalow, the glowing, flickering fireplace had warmed the room to perfection, so we all stripped. Nick didn't bother to place a mattress on the floor… it wouldn't have been big enough for the three of us, anyway. Instead, he stretched a blanket across the floor.
"Hey, Nicky… we owe Kyle for this afternoon under the shower… what do you think?"
"I think it's a great idea. Kyle? Stand up here and face me, bud."
Hmmm. What was going on in their heads? They were both sitting on the blanket, and wearing mischievous smiles. Anyway, I thought 'what the hell', stood, and faced Nick, which meant that Lucky was behind me.
Nick began by pressing his face to my pubes, then gradually sent his lips up my stomach and chest until he was kissing my nipples. At the same time, Lucky was kissing my neck and ears, while his fist slowly massaged my boner.
I placed my hands on Nick's head as he kissed his way back down my bod 'til he'd arrived back at my pubes. Lucky's fist had disappeared by that stage, and I felt my buns being parted. Whoa! It was Lucky's warm, wet tongue caressing my rosebud. Then Nick began to suck my throbber in earnest. And there I was, standing between two of the hunkiest, horniest dudes on the planet, whose lips and tongues were driving me wild, both back and front. Never before in my life had I experienced anything like the sensations that Lucky's tongue was sending throughout my body as it invaded my hole. In fact, it was so fucking awesome, I leaned forward, and spread my feet further apart. I wanted Lucky's magic tongue to get as far inside me as it possibly could.
This was like something outa Daniel's Diary, but I wasn't reading it off a comp screen. I was in a room, with a fire going, and two, live, hot, sexy dudes making the most extraordary love to me. Whoa! I was fucking Nick's face, while his fingers were fondling my balls, and his tongue was lashing my cockhead. Lucky's tongue was stretched to its full length, probing and and exploring every inch of my hole and ass crack. Unbe-fucking-lievable!
Then I felt a finger being inserted into my ass before Lucky moved around to join Nick in front of me. Both of them were giving me a tongue lashing like my hard, aching cock had never received… ever. They took turns to suck and lick my boner. Tongues and lips played my fuck-tool like a mouth organ. I watched my cock disappear down one throat, while a pair of lips kissed my balls. Then it would disappear down another throat. Meantime, Lucky's finger was continuously playing with my hole. The sight of those busy faces doing incredible things to me was something out of the wildest of wild fantasies… something I could never have imagined happening to me, not even in my most erotic dreams.
Finally, I could no longer control the amazing thrills that were zapping through my bod. They were both caught unaware as I covered them with a truckload of my love juice. It was splattered through their hair, and dribbling down their faces as jet after jet of my thick, sticky cum exploded from my bucking cock. I was still shaking from head to toe as the final squirt left my sweating, exhausted body.
I watched the two jizz-soaked faces smile at each other, satisfied that they'd given me a good time. Good time? Fucking hell! I'd never experienced anything like it!
Suddenly, two pairs of hands dragged me down, and the three of us hugged while we were on our knees. A few moments later, we were a tangled mass of arms, legs, dicks, and bodies as we dozed off.
What was this all about? Sex? Lust? A one-night stand? No, it had to be more than that. It was more than that. It was hiking, cooking, chatting, riding horses, surfing, watching sunsets, and enjoying each other's company. It was joking, laughing, showering, sitting on a log, and a whole bunch of other things. Sex was the icing on the cake. But I had to admit, it was fucking incredible icing! Woohoo!
I woke up at some ungodly hour, probably 'cause of the noise. As my eyes began to focus, I saw Nick laying on his back, and the Zulu fucking him. I was instantly alert, watching that long, black snake sliding in and out of Nick's stretched ass. And I mean 'stretched'! They were kissing passionately, and totally unaware of the fact that I was awake, and gawking. Nick's face was slightly contorted, giving me the impression that he was suffering some discomfort. At the same time, he appeared to be enjoying the invasion. The old fine-line-between-pain-and-pleasure trick.
Once again, I was unable to resist my fascination with a black cock, so I wrapped my hand around Lucky's nads, then felt his cum-soaked shaft as it continued to slide in and out of his lover. He wasn't wearing a condom, but I guessed that's the way it was between those two guys. Condoms were reserved for 'extra marital' affairs.
Needless to say, Lucky's throbber felt totally enormous between my fingers as it pumped and retreated, then relentlessly pumped again. How I would have loved to have felt the warmth of all that Zulu juice exploding inside of me. Yes!
Eventually, Lucky's back arched, and his butt muscles tightened. I watched him thrust his anaconda as deep into Lucky's ass as it would go. Then his huge nads rose and fell as his love juice erupted, and filled his friend grateful friend.
I kept my hand on Lucky's dick as it slowly withdrew from Nick's ass. Then Lucky rolled off his lover, and laid on his back. Nick's eyes were closed, his face was wearing a silly grin, and his crotch area was saturated with Zulu juice. Well, it was probably mixed with lube, but, hey, I preferred to think of it as Zulu juice.
There was no way I was gonna go back to sleep after eye-witnessing that incredible event, so I got up, and made us all coffee. Yeah. That was my other gastronomical talent.
Nick lit a cigarette, and took it outside. He never smoked inside the bungalow. Lucky also went outside… to shower. Under that icy cold water? In the middle of the night? Jeez. He had to be crazy. Then again, maybe it was us city folks who were the crazy ones. I was tempted to believe the latter.
I took the coffee outdoors, and sat next to Nick on the log. He looked like a little kid. In fact, Wingnut could've almost been Nick's age. It was only Nick's mature bod that gave his age away. His face belonged to early teens.
The cold night air was getting to me a bit, but the other guys didn't seem to mind in the least. Then Lucky turned off the shower, and walked over to us. He shook the water from his bod so that it flicked all over Nick and me, and shook the hell outa Mr Snake in the process.
"Fuck off!" Nick shouted as he tried to dodge the spray.
And so three totally normal, average, run-of-the-mill, naked teens sat on the log, chatting about this and that until the sun began to rise.
"You like living in the city, Kyle?"
"It's my life. That's where my folks and friends are. Don't get me wrong. This has been an awesome experience for me. I guess I wish I could be in two places at once."
"That's where Nick and I were tonight… your ass and your dick."
"I still can't believe it."
"Why not? It happened."
"Yeah… I know. But like… I mean, who would ever believe it? Stuff like that just doesn't happen."
"It does out here."
"Out here? I don't think you guys realize what 'out here' means to a city boy like me. There's a special freedom out here. Back in Cape Town I go clubbing with my friends… flashing lights, loud music, lots of people. But this is your club… wide open spaces, horses, rivers, the sounds of the forest, sunrises and sunsets, special company, good food, a fireside."
"And a cold shower. Sounds like you wanna move here."
"Well, that's not very practical right now… but I sure would like to visit as often as I can."
As daylight flooded the valley with brilliant sunshine, I took a shower, while Nick and Lucky cleaned up the bungalow. As masculine as they were, they were also house-proud. They reminded me so much of Mark. He was about as masculine as a guy could be, but he was also a fastidious housekeeper, and a wicked cook. So where were the stereotypes I'd often read about? I hadn't met any.
After another breakfast of mouthwatering bacon, eggs, grilled tomato, toast, and coffee, the three of us dressed. Nick and I were preparing to ride into town on the bike.
"So how's Lucky gonna get home?"
"He jogs."
"All the way there?"
"As well as all the way here."
"Here and back? Jeez! Well, I guess that explains his legs."
"He often runs from town to the bungalow, and back. He's a Zulu, remember? Those guys used to chase zebra or whatever. They could run all day without raising a single bead of sweat."
"And fuck all day?"
"Yep, that too."Copyright © 2000 All rights reserved. mrbstories