Date: Sun, 14 Feb 2010 04:39:59 -0800 (PST)
From: Ryan White <ryanstories@yahoo.com>
Subject: Valentine Shock

Hello people!

Hope you enjoy this story. I wanted to do something special for Valentines
Day and I thought I would dedicate this story to my lover and best friend.

Jacques, woorde kan nie beskryf hoe lief ek jou het nie.

Please note that there will be a few Afrikaans words and phrases in this
story. Afrikaans is one of the languages in South Africa. I will explain
what it means in the brackets. Now on with the story!


"Tiaan! Get out of that bed! For heaven's sake we're supposed to be leaving
in a hour! Why can't you ever get up when we tell you to?"

Damn my father was pissing all over on my parade. I was so sick from the
drinking of last night before I went to sleep. I have the privilege to have
a mini fridge in my room and after I came home from my girlfriend Karen's
house, I drank about 4 cans of beer since she, once again, refused that we
have sex. Well, normally I won't do that, but me and Karen have gotten no
where since we started dating about 2 years ago. We met on the first day in
Highschool, when we where both Grade 8. (Here in South Africa you are
normally in Grade 8 in the year that you turn 14.) Well, we hit it off as
in totally when we were placed in the same group in our Science task that
we had to do. We really enjoyed eachother's company and it didn't hurt that
she was sexy as hell aswell. One thing led to another and later that same
week I took up the nerve to ask Karen out, in which case she happily felt
the same and accepted.

"Tiaan! I'm not asking you again!"

Well I guess I have to get up. Oh im so sorry, I haven't introduced myself
yet, what a moron! My name is Tiaan Conrad Malherbe and I live in Cape
Town, South Africa, in the surburbian town of Parow. Im 16 years young and
in Grade 10. As I mentioned above, I have a girlfriend named Karen. As I
also said, we haven't even gotten further than kissing and the occational
touch on the boob and the cock. All of my friends claim to have gotten sex,
blowjobs, handjobs etc from their respective girlfriends. All of them also
know how much I complain from the lack of attention that I get from Karen,
so I can't even make up a story about gettting laid even if I wanted to.

Now the reason that my father was calling me up at 6 in the fucking morning
was that it was him and my mother's wedding anniversary. Yep, they got
married 20 years ago on the 14th of Feburary, which is ofcourse Valentines
Day. Apparantly my mother did not know of this wedding, until he
`kidnapped' her and took her to it, letting her think she was being held at
randsom. When she was relieved from the blindfold that he tied around her
eyes and she saw the entire wedding shits and what not, she jumped into his
arms and the rest was history, while I came along about 3 years later. I
know, it sounds fucked up but I guess that's how people did stuff in the
olden days. Anyway, they booked a spot at the west coastal village of
Saldanha, where they had their honeymoon, and we were staying for the
weekend. Now im 16 and I see no reason why I cannot stay at home on my own,
but noooooo, I have to go with them. According to my father, it would be
`character building'. WHAT THE FUCK???

Eventually I got up and went downstairs to the bathroom where I undressed
and jumped in the already running shower. Oh fuck...the water felt soo good
on my naked body, running over my smooth skin and down to my rapidly
harding cock, which started to fill out more and more because of the sudden
images of Karen which filled my mind. I wanted to do something to her sooo
fucking badly, geez I was horny! I found my hand being glided over my body
and gripped my full 15cm hard dick. It felt so good, im telling you guys,
my balls tingled as I jerked the hard organ up and down very slowly. I
leaned against the shower wall and started jerking faster and
faster. Karen's pussy, which I have never seen (FUCK) flashed infront of my
eyes. As the image of putting my cock into her snatch, my whole entire body
shuttered against the wall and my white, thick cum shot out of my dick and
splattered against the floor, aswell as some on my thigh. My gasped, out of
breath and sank to the floor for a few seconds. Fuck, I needed to get laid
badly. I quickly got up again and washed myself before my dad saw the need
to come into the shower to pull me out.

Finally we were on our way to Saldanha, a full one and a half hour's
drive. I slept most of the way as I was still not feeling good after last
night; thank God that my parents were too busy talking about their weekend
plans to worry about me laying in the backseat sleeping. I woke up when we
were about halfway there, and I felt that the car had stopped. I sat up
quickly and saw that we were at an arts and crafts shop that was standing
in the middle of the road. I got out, really in the mood for an ice cold
Coke and went into the shop. I got a can of Coke out of the fridge and then
I saw my parents talking to an elderly couple. I frowned and walked up to
them.

"Oh here he is. Tiaan, these are the Van der Heever's. We met them the
first time that we were on out honeymoon in Saldanha and we became good
friends. We had no idea that they opened this shop! Tom and Johlene, this
is our son, Tiaan."

Well, what's new? No I get to meet old people whom I really couldn't care
less about. But being the `good' boy that I am, I smiled and shook each of
their hands. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a boy, who I thought was
roughly my age; enter the shop carrying a crate of embroidery.

"Michael! Kom gou hier!" (Michael, come here!) Johlene called out to him.

The kid looked over his shoulder as he was already halfway to what looked
like a store room, placed the crate down and walked over to us.

"Ja, Ouma? (Yes, Gran?")

"Come and say hello to Bernard and Lorette Swart. And this handsome young
man is their son, Tiaan."

This Michael dude obiediently said hi to my parents and then he turned to
me. Now...this is weird...I took one look at him, and...well there is no
other way so say or put this, I melted. His eyes were so blue and
so...beautiful and he was just sooo fucking sexy, what the fuck am I
thinking? I have a girlfriend; I like pussy and im STRAIGHT! He held out
his hand and my father gave me a nudge in the ribs as to not be rude. Then
I realised that I have basicly just stood there and stared at him. Finally
I felt my voice come back.

"Yes, ek is Tiaan. (Hey, im Tiaan.)

"Awe bra, ek's Michael. (Please to meet you, Im Michael)

What the hell was going on here? Why, why would I want to kiss this guy so
much? I forced myself to think about Karen, and for a minute or so it
worked, until I once again looked into those eyes.

"Well, we need to go. Tom, Johlene, it was so nice seeing to again! If you
have a little time, feel free to come for a braai (barbeque). We are in the
same resort we were the last time," my father said to the Van der Heever's
and we left after saying our goodbyes. Before I could get back into the
car, Michael came up to me.

"Hey dude, het jy mxit? Dan kan ons chat? (Dude, do you have mxit? Then we
can chat more.)

I was shocked that this georgeous...I mean good looking, cool guy would ask
me to talk on a mobile chat zone??? The moment after he asked me I was
like...No way, Tiaan...but before I knew it I had given him my cellphone
number and he had invited my on Facebook and on Mxit. As I climbed into the
car and we started to drive off, I looked at Michael standing in the
entrance of the shop. He showed me his phone and signaled that I should go
on Mxit. As I entered the mobile chat zone, I saw his invite and
immediately accepted. As we drove away, I saw that he had sent me a
message:

`Wens jy kon langer bly, sexy!'  (Wish you could have stayed longer, sexy!)

I WAS FREAKED OUT OF MY MIND! Not only have I seemingly just accepted
friendship from a gay guy, but now he was flirtling with me! Later that
hour, when we arrive at the lodge, I realised something crazy. If this was
a week ago, or even a day, and another guy had sent me a message like this,
I would have fucked him up into another world and make sure he got the
picture that im straight...so why the heck did I not delete this guy or
even sent his a message that that I wasn't interested? Oh God, was I?


Thanks for reading guys! Chapter 2 will be out soon.

Feel free to send me a little note if you have any suggestions or comments
at ryanstories@yahoo.com

Also feel free to check out my other stories on Nifty:

My South African Journey (Interracial)
No greater love than Rooney and Ronaldo (Celeb)

Ryan White.