South Africa
Part 2
We arrived at the holiday park just after lunch. Our bungalow, which offered great views of the whole park, was perched on a small hill, with trees surrounding the rear and sides. It was picture perfect, and we were all way excited about our new "home" for the week. It was also cool to see that there were quite a few other teens around.
Our room had two double bunks, one of which my buds shared, with Wingnut on top. I had the bottom bunk on the other side, while my folks shared the double bed in main bedroom.
After we'd unpacked and settled in, we took a walk around the park to check it out. The first thing we noticed was quite a few chicks… in fact, quite a few really cute ones. Many of them gave us the eye, and giggled behind their hands.
"Hey, Wingnut," Mark grinned, "I guess those girls saw that you've got a little one."
"They'll all fucking run home screaming if I drop my shorts! Bet they've never seen anything decent yet."
We strolled over to the park hall where there were quite a few teens playing table tennis, video games, pool, and table soccer. We ordered some cold drinks at the counter, then sat at a table to suss out the scene.
It didn’t take long for three hunks to get noticed. Well, two and a half. A group of three girls was staring at us before one of them rocked over to ask if she and her friends could sit with us.
All three were pretty hot looking. The one who'd approached us was showing an open midriff, which was quite muscled for a girl's. Her name was Rochelle, and she definitely had her eye on Mark. In fact, all three had their eyes on Mark, and there was no Carol around to keep him on a leash. The other two were Tammy and Mo, Mo being a nickname, short for Maureen.
We soon discovered that they were all from Johannesburg, and their folks, who were all friends, had travelled to the park in three separate trailers. Kinda like a huge family vacation.
We spoke for ages about where we were from, plus our plans for the week… well, plans were changing by the minute, and it was pretty obvious that our revised plans were gonna include the girls. They told us about a rave party that was gonna happen at one of the local farms on Thursday night, so we agreed to go with them. Meantime, they'd been under the impression that Wingnut was maybe fifteen, but as I was about to correct them, my bud kicked my shins under the table. It hurt so damn much, I wanted to nail the little fucker, who just sat there wearing his innocent smile.
After a while, we said goodbye to the girls but promised to meet them later. Back at the bungalow, my mom had prepared a barbecue of chops and sausage, and had made a fantastic potato salad with coleslaw. Garlic bread added the finishing touch to the meal. My dad offered Mark and I a beer each, then asked Wingnut if he'd like a Coke.
"Is it OK if I have a beer?"
"Nope. Coke for you, young fella."
I felt a bit shitty about that, but I was also mindful of my dad's responsibility to look after my bro. It didn't stop the little shit from slugging our beers every chance he got, though. He was nicely pickled after a while, but at least he managed to walk and talk straight to avoid attracting too much attention from my folks. Mark and I had about three beers each, and sat chatting with my dad for a while. They were making plans to go fishing early next morning. According to my dad, the park lake, which was fucking huge, was home to some good-size bass.
That evening, we met up with the girls again in the hall where we played some games, and met a few other dudes. Mark and Rochelle were really getting into each other, and on the walk back to the bungalow, Mark swore that he'd fuck her for sure before the week was over.
"Does she know?" Wingnut asked.
"I think she wants it, bud… even more than me."
"You'd think she'd be more choosy, huh?"
Wingnut failed to duck in time, and caught a smack over the ear from Mark. Meantime, I was being pretty quiet just thinking about my muscled friend laying naked on top of that cool chick, with his hard, shiny cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy.
I was late by the time we all got to sleep. I guessed we just passed out from a long and exciting day. Well, if Wingnut did jack off, he must've been pretty damn quiet about it.
MONDAY
By the time I'd gotten outa bed, Mark and my dad had already gone fishing. I sat with my mom who was getting stuff ready for breakfast in the open-plan kitchen.
"You having a good time, mom?"
"Lovely time," she smiled. Mom was a very good looking woman, and could still easily turn heads, even Mark's. "I remember when dad and I came up here on our honeymoon. This is where you were conceived."
"You're looking pretty relaxed… and pretty."
"Aren't I always pretty?"
"Yeah, mom… but you know what I mean."
"I know," she said as she hugged me. "And thanks for saying that."
Just then, Wingnut ambled into the room without trying to hide the damn woody in his boxers. He was still rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Cool! Do we all get hugs in the morning?"
"Want one?" mom asked.
"Sure."
What was so damn cool about that little exchange was seeing just how well my folks got along with my friends. Wingnut had spent so much time at our place, he was considered to be a member of our family.
Before breakfast, my little bro and I decided to go for a swim in the lake, which was like glass, and the early morning mist was still rising lazily from the surface. In the silvery-gray distance, we could see the silhouette of Mark and my dad sitting in the rowboat. It was an idyllic scene, but I didn't have the patience for fishing, and my dad knew it. That's why he hadn't bothered to ask me if I wanted to join them. But I was totally chuffed that Mark was with him. Sharing my friends with my folks was important to me… I wanted all of us to be like one big, happy family. And we were.
Meantime, Wingnut and I were enjoying the feeling of the fresh, clean water as we swam and splashed around. It wasn't icy, it was refreshing, so that when we returned to the warm morning air, it was perfect. At the same time, I couldn't help noticing Wingnut's narrow waist, and the way his dark blue Speedos had crept up his ass crack. The ultra-thin lycra didn't do much to hide the bulge of his crotch, either. Actually, I wasn't too unhappy about mine! I was wearing my black lycra Speedos, and my furniture was quite prominent.
"Hey, Kyle! There's nobody around. Let's swim nude!"
"What if the girls come down?"
"They'll run for the hills when they see my sea-monster."
"Or die laughing."
"Yeah… when they see yours, you mean."
I thought 'what the fuck?', there was nobody around, and it was unlikely that anybody would wanna come down so early in the morning.
By the time my dad and Mark had rowed back to shore, Wingnut and I were outa the water. Mark's bulging eyes almost fell outa their sockets when he saw that we were naked, but my dad just carried on as normal, and pulled the bow of the boat onto the bank. Both Wingnut and I also carried on as normal, which eventually eased Mark's paranoia about how my dad was gonna react. Hey, who cared about a couple of nude teens when there were two nice-size bass to show off?
"I didn't know the fish were that big," a surprised Wingnut observed. "I'm not swimming naked in there again."
"Don't worry, boyo," my dad laughed. "These guys don't care too much for worm."
I could see that Wingnut was tempted to chirp my dad, but he thought better of it, and laughed along with the rest of us.
Mark's domestic talents came to the fore back at the bungalow as he gutted and prepared the fish, then cooked it. He was impressing the hell outa my folks with his expertise in the kitchen, and he was pretty chuffed as well about having done such a good job. The grilled fish, served with tomato and mushrooms on toast was totally damn wicked, and put a broad smile on every face at the table.
After breakfast, we all climbed into the Kombi for the drive to Knysna, a local town, which featured waterfront markets where dad bought some oysters. There were other kiff stalls there which sold hand-made crafts. Mark spotted a cool necklace made from polished abalone shell [perlemoen], which he bought for Carol.
There was so much so see, we wandered around the noisy waterfront, with its squawking gulls, until lunchtime, and decided that we'd have to come back soon to take the ferry across to one of Knysna's famous heads, a place called Featherbed Nature Reserve.
The main street of Knysna featured a couple of surf shops, one of which had a genuine woody [not the Wingnut variety]. It was a magnificent, hand-made surfboard carved outa solid wood by a dude in Jeffrey's Bay. And the cost? Almost 4000 Safrican bucks! It was a beauty, though.
I found a pair of Ezekiel cargo boardies, and my folks offered to buy them for me 'cause I'd been looking around Cape Town, but couldn't find a pair in my size. That was my prob… I'd wait for the end-of-season sales, but they'd inevitably sold out of my size by then.
I tried them on, and they were way damn cool. They had a button fly, and a zip pocket over the top of the side pocket. Wicked! They showed off my legs pretty well, too, and the buttons made it easier to show off my bulge. They also hung low on my hips, and stopped just at the knee. Anybody want my phone number? [That last comment was Mr B sticking his fucking cheeky bib in].
Wingnut went ballistic and splurged his money on the local surf mag, Zig Zag.
It was late afternoon by the time we'd returned to the holiday park. The air was still warm, and the orange sun was casting long, cool shadows across the green. It looked totally magic. Mark and I were helping my dad find some wood for the barbecue when a friend that Wingnut had made at the hall came by and asked us if we wanted to play some pool later. Jeez, what a life! I could've handled this forever!
The barbecue was awesome. They're known as a "braai" in Safrica, where we place lamb chops, steak, chicken or sausage on the fire to cook. There was always something very tantalizing about the aroma of food sizzling on an open fire outdoors. Maybe the fresh air had something to do with it, and the atmosphere of being in the country on holiday. Our tummies were rumbling big time.
A braai is accompanied by fresh salad, bread rolls, or garlic bread. Once again, Wingnut got stuck into our beers every time my folks weren't looking. He didn't get himself outa control, though, which was cool, 'cause that would've made my dad mad, and that would've been totally uncool. The same went for Mark and me… it was cool so long as we didn't get all fucking stupid 'cause of the alcohol.
I watched Mark as he took a chop in his fingers and ate it caveman style. His biceps were bulging without any effort, and the folds of his abs stretched his navel to the shape of an almond. Fuck, he looked hot! Not to mention a helluva lot more edible than the chop! Meantime, Wingnut was shoveling food down his throat like it was gonna be his last meal. The convo centered around what a great day we'd all had, as well as Mark's and dad's plans for the next morning's fishing expedition.
"You and my dad are getting along more like friends than a dad and a teen," I remarked as we walked toward the hall. The air had become cool, but we were dressed in shorts and ts.
"Your dad is totally cool… and he is more like a friend than a dad. He doesn't treat me like a kid. Hey, he doesn't even treat Wingnut like a kid! Well, 'cept for the beer."
In the hall, Wingnut's new buddy Sean yelled, "Hey, Wingnut! Check this out!" Sean was playing pool, and creaming the fuck outa his opposition. It was great to see the interaction between Wingnut and his new grommet friend. It wasn't something we saw all that much of at school 'cause the guys were into sport most of the time, and it was always hectic competition.
The girls arrived shortly after, and came over to watch me whip Mark's ass in the video game. Not surprisingly, Rochelle made an instant beeline for Mark.
"Hi."
"Hey. How's it going?"
"Great. Had a bust of a day, though. Had to spend it with my folks on the road to nowhere."
"We had a pretty cool day. Caught some bass this morning, and had it for breakfast."
"So what are you up to now?"
"Bored. Kyle's beating the shit outa me, and I can't handle it. Wanna take a walk?"
"Yeah, sure."
Mark turned to wink at me, then the two lovebirds took each other's hand, and walked outa the hall. I watched him put his arm around her as they disappeared into the night.
Tammy and Mo were still there, probably recognizing that I was feeling about as comfortable as a turd on a dinner table.
"Wanna take a walk, Kyle?"
"Where to?"
"Dunno. Wherever. Down to the lake or something. Ask Wingnut if he wants to come along."
Fuck! Wingnut? I thought. That put paid to the ideas that were invading my mind. "Hey, Wingnut! Wanna take a walk down to the lake?"
"Yeah, sure. Can Sean come?"
Jeez! Why not invite the whole fucking world? I thought. "Yeah, cool."
"Where have Mark and Rochelle disappeared to?" Tammy asked.
Wingnut was quick to answer. Too damn quick. "They've gone to fuck." Then, realizing what he'd said, covered his mouth with his hand. But that didn't stop me from giving him a clout across the ear.Copyright © 2000 All rights reserved. mrbstories
