Date: Thu, 27 Jun 2002 14:37:36 +0100 (BST)
From: Benzedrine Bedlam <benzedrine_bedlam@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Safari Nights

This story is fictional, and as such does
not practice safe sex. Life isn't always
so simple.

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story, as always, email me at:

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Ben

Safari Nights

As the jeep bumped along the dirt track, we
bounced around on the hard seats; I winced
as we hit a particularly big pothole. Our
driver pointed out of his window at a bird
on a distant tree.

"Green bee-eater." He said, I mentally
clocked it as the 112th green bee-eater of
the afternoon. I grinned, it wasn't the
birds we were here for, this was billed as
tiger country, although apparently we were
in the wrong season. I was a bit puzzled
that tigers were seasonal (did the migrate,
and if so where to?) But we had been told
that we were unlikely to see any in the
wild. However, the other wildlife and
especially the prospect of wild elephants
was more than enough to lure me into the
nature reserve.

I was sat in the ancient, bumping jeep next
to an attractive silver haired lady, she and
her husband were celebrating recent
retirement with a trip to India, she chatted
amiably as we drove deeper into the reserve.

"We didn't want to go on one of those 'old-
folks' holidays, you know the type, where
they put you all in matching t-shirts and
won't let you out without a guide to nanny
the poor decrepit tourists! Simply awful,"
she giggled, "wouldn't you agree?" She
asked, looking enquiringly at Julius.

Julius. We had met in the rest house just
outside the nature reserve, it was the only
guest house near to Shivpuri reserve, and
should have been bulging with tourists I
could hook up with. Being a lone traveller
has its problems as I was beginning to find
out. Finding the rest house almost deserted
("wrong season" I was laconically informed)
I was beginning to worry that I would have
to either fork out for the jeep just for
myself, or forgo the reserve. I didn't
relish either prospect. The couple had
arrived the next morning, and had agreed to
share a jeep with me, although I might feel
a bit of a lemon with only a couple older
than my parents for company, Maggie and Toby
seemed nice and tried their best to put me
at my ease. I thought my salvation had come
when I heard a voice asking about jeep tours
in the reception that evening. To my horror,
I heard Maggie directing him to me.

"Chris has organised it all, but I'm sure we
will have another place for you, he's in
room 17"

Moments later I heard the knock at my door.

"Hello, dear, this is Julius, can he join us
tomorrow, I do hope it's alright Chris, the
bungalow has space for 4"

"Bungalow?" The newcomer enquired.
Maggie was explaining the particulars of our
trip, but I barely heard her, the words
floated over me as I drank in the sight of
the man before me. He was tall, very tall,
I'm no slouch but this guy towered over me,
my eye level was at his shoulder, I stared
at it, huge, round muscles.

His chest filled the olive green vest he
wore, the fabric damp with sweat, clung to
his body - moving gently with each breath he
took. Over one shoulder was slung a large
backpack, the man appeared not to notice its
weight, although my own was as large, I
carried it only under duress and dropped it
down to the uncomplaining floor at the first
opportunity; Julius stood straight as if he
did not even feel the weight. The impressive
chest was supported by equally large legs, I
could see the massive thigh muscles even
through the thick fabric of his dirty jeans.
Julius shifted his weight slightly, leading
my gaze down to the muddy hiking boots laced
around his feet.

"Boots, kid." He told me, telling me what it
was I had been caught studying. "You'll want
a pair tomorrow - don't want to go walking
through the bush in sandals." he said,
looking at my own footwear.

As he spoke I heard the Australian twang in
his voice, I pictured him trekking in the
deserted outback. Looking up, seeing the
amused twinkle in his eye, I felt my cheeks
flush. Mortified at my body's betrayal of my
embarrassment, I could not help by blush
deeper. Terrified that Julius would make
some joke - "hey turn off the lights, Chris
is here!" etc, I had heard them all; I
prepared to flee, but Julius merely winked -
now what did that mean?

"Chris, Chris?" I returned my attention to
Maggie, so Julius will come along with us in
the morning?"

"Oh, yes" I replied breathily.

We had set off as the sun rose, the jeep
bouncing us about on the uneven roads,
Maggie was chirpy and bright, although Toby
seemed a bit subdued by the early hour.
Myself I was exhausted, my dreams had been
haunted by a blond giant and I felt like I
had hardly slept. Julius was silent and
looked exactly as he had the night before,
ready for anything.

We were tossed together in the jeep as
the sun climbed into the clear tropical sky.
The jeep bounced over a pothole causing my
knee to brush against Julius' thigh, I
looked up but Julius was staring out of the
window, unconcerned. The park was more
popular than I had initially thought,
although I had had difficulty finding other
tourists to share my jeep, there was no
shortage of vehicles in the park, jeeps,
trucks, busses, and cars stuffed with large
families, small children squashed against
the windows, leaving sticky smears with
toffee fingers.

The two jeeps in front of ours stopped at a
junction in the trees, we could see the
tourists leaning over to look out of one
side of the vehicle, our own driver slowed
to a halt behind them, scanning the bushes,
he pointed animatedly to a clump of trees.
Peering through the foliage I was at a loss
as to what the excitement was about, until a
large lump of the landscape moved! I
realised I was looking at an elephant's bum,
so perfectly camouflaged I had not seen it
until it moved.

As we pulled off, heading deeper into the
reserve, I smiled to myself, thinking of
what Julie et al were missing. We had all
set off from home together, the five of us,
Julie, Allan, Hamish and Sylvie, like the
famous five, we had laughed. Looking back,
we had been as green as the Blyton joke
suggested. Out of my group of school friends
8 wanted to go on the gap year trip, but the
other three dropped out. Back in England,
India had sounded so exotic, distant and
exciting. The reality had rather more to do
with dirt, food poisoning and abject
poverty. The stresses of travel had taken
their toll on the little group's
psychological health as well as its physical
well being.

Allan and Sylvie had shacked up almost
immediately, much to Julie's disgust. Sylvie
was her best friend, and had simply ditched
her in favour of her new bloke. Julie took
to arguing, and as Sylvie and Allan quickly
made themselves scarce, she yelled at
Hamish, at me, at the world. She argued over
the choice of hostel, destination, what to
visit, when to visit it, oh shit,
everything. In the end I decided to go off
alone, best decision I ever made I told
myself.

Still, it left me alone, which was not
always the happy state I had envisaged, as
was illustrated by this trip. Although I had
found other tourists to share the jeep with,
it had not worked out quite the way I had
imagined. In my mind, on the 32 hour (yes a
day and a half!) train journey to get here,
I had played in my head the scene, where I
would arrive at the guest house, and find a
ready-made group of friends, we'd see the
reserve together, and get on so well, we
would travel on together. In my dreams, the
perfect friends would be tall, and good
looking, with just a light graze of stubble...

A hand waved directly before my face, I
jumped, returning from my daydream with a
jolt. Julius was grinning at me.

"Hey, kid, don't go to sleep, this is the
big attraction." He said, adjusting his pose
on the seat opposite me, Julius seemed to be
displaying his big body, lounging on the
bench, his arms along the back of the seat,
pulling the muscles of his chest taut. I
could see his pecs straining against the
cotton of his shirt. The jeep was filled
with his presence. Despite the bouncing,
Julius seemed utterly at ease, the sort of
man who would look cool in a firestorm.

"Huh? What attraction?" I pulled my
attention back to the scenery outside the
jeep.

Julius pointed over my shoulder, I turned to
look in the direction he was indicating. A
peacock was strutting its stuff, its tail
trailing in the dry dust. A pair of peahens
emerged from the bushes, seeing them, the
peacock lifted and opened its magnificent
tail, displaying its colours for the hens to
see. The peahens barely looked up, pecking
their way into the bushes, they disappeared
from sight. The cock ruffled its tail,
staring after the birds, then folded up its
show and stalked off.

"Women, huh!" Toby exclaimed.

"Probably lesbians." Julius said dryly,
"What do you reckon, Chris, can you have a
gay bird?" The corners of his mouth were
twitching in amusement. As he drew out the
word 'gay', I could feel his eyes looking
over my body, and coming to rest at my
crotch. What was he doing! I felt myself
responding to his scrutiny, and panic rose
in direct proportion. Julius removed his
gaze, returning it to the wildlife outside
the jeep, as I felt the weight of his
inspection removed I breathed easily again.
Was it in my head, or was he coming on to
me? Maybe he was just on to me, and laughing
at my attempts to hide my attraction. Shit!
I must be so obvious to him, blushing every
time he looks at me.

I wondered about Julius - what he was doing
here, whether he was travelling like me? If
so, why was he alone, my eyes bored into his
chest, watching the play of the muscles
under the thin shirt. Our jeep pulled over
and came to a halt, the driver stopped the
engine and climbed out of the cab; he told
us to get out and he would show us
crocodiles in the river. As we followed him
down the rutted track the Indian stopped,
and pointed up a tree.

"Great Crested Grebe!" he exclaimed.

Maggie and Toby joined in, pointing up at
the tree. I looked, but could see only
leaves. An arm appeared from behind my right
shoulder, jumping, I turned my head to see
Julius looking down at me. In his right hand
he held a pair of binoculars, with his left,
he turned my head to the tree. Julius
clamped the binoculars to my eyes and his
chest to my back. He guided my eyes towards
the Grebe. It sat in the tree,
perched elegantly on its branch, I watched
it as Julius ran his hand up my arm. The
bird ruffled its feathers, my skin prickled
as Julius clamped his hand on my shoulder.
As we watched the bird preen its feathers my
heart pounded. I could feel the heat of
Julius' body searing my back, constricting
my breath and sending shivers of sensation
to my cock. Preparing to leave its perch,
the bird stretched its wings, I felt his hot
breath on my neck, the bird launched itself
from the tree - Julius withdrew from me,
taking both his binoculars and his presence.

"Show's over kid." He smiled at me, his face
amused at my confusion. The guide was
already walking ahead.

"Come, I will show you the river now, many
more animals to see." He promised.

"Better take a dip in that river, kid, might
take the swelling down." Julius was looking
pointedly at my crotch. Horrified I looked
down, only to see that Julius was teasing
me, my erection was safely hidden within the
tight shorts I had put on beneath loose
combat pants. I stared after him as he hiked
off towards the river, was he winding me up?
My attraction to him must be obvious after
all, what must he think of me? Was he toying
with me or coming on to me?

"Are you coming dear?" Maggie took my arm
and led me off after the rest of the group.
Cumming. I will be, Maggie, if Julius keeps
this up.

The river turned out to be a muddy creek,
about 20 yards across. As I looked, I
realised with growing wonder the log
floating a few feet away was actually a
crocodile. The creature raised up in the
water a little, and revealed itself to be at
least 12 feet long.

"You maybe want to move away from the edge a
little, kid." Julius said. "Never know when
one of these crocs will turn on you."

I looked at Julius, thinking he was taking
the piss again, but his face was serious. I
scampered back away from the waters edge. As
I did so, a crocodile, not quite so large,
but big enough, swam towards our little
group and began to crawl ashore. Maggie
yelped, as she scurried back to where Toby
was standing. The crocodile, disturbed by
our noisy behaviour, returned to its river.

"Ow, oh, oh!" Maggie cried in pain, Toby
held her arm as she stood awkwardly,
balancing herself on one foot.

"Are you alright, Maggie?" Julius asked,
approaching her with concern writ in his
face.

"Just a twisted ankle, dear." She said,
biting her lip. Julius bent down to tend her
injury, Maggie winced as he gently loosened
her shoe.

"You're not going to operate I hope Julius?"
Toby asked, trying to be jocular, but his face
was covered with concern for his wife.

"No, just a bit of field first aid." The
Australian smiled. "Can you put any weight
on it?" He asked Maggie. She tentatively put
her foot down, but immediately cried out.

"Never mind, then." Julius said as he stood.
He held out his arms to Maggie, and lifted
her as if she were a child. I felt a sharp
pang seeing the woman in his arms, and
realised with shame that it was pure
jealousy.

Our driver and guide led the way back to the
jeep. Julius strode after him, his back held
straight, the load as nothing to him. Toby
trotted beside him, I brought up the rear.
>From behind Julius, I could see the play of
his muscles beneath his trousers. His ass
was firm and round - I watched it moving
with each stride. His firm body was
perfectly honed, not an ounce of fat to be
seen. I wondered if his belly would be
ridged with a six-pack, I imagined it
beneath my fingers, how he would shiver
gently at my touch, would he sigh as I
stroked up his chest, moan as I brushed his
nipples? Just as my fevered imagination
began to run riot, Julius turned his head to
stare at me. His lips curled in a little
smirk. He knew I had been checking him out!


Hope you liked the tale, part 2 out very
soon, in the mean time please let me know
what you thought.

benzedrine_bedlam@yahoo.co.uk

Ben