Date: Sat, 7 Jan 2012 09:42:38 +0200
From: Russell Timm <russell.timm@gmail.com>
Subject: African Adventure - Chapter 3

African Adventure  -- 1986
by Russell Timm

© Russell Timm 2011

DISCLAIMER:  THIS STORY IS FICTION AND THE CHARACTERS IN IT ARE FICTION.
THE EVENTS AND SITUATIONS ARE FICTITIOUS AND INCLUDE DEPICTIONS OF
CONSENSUAL GAY SEX.



Chapter 3 -- Over the Edge


The tent was up and we just sat together in the deep shade drinking
the Cokes Joao had fetched from the bar. I looked Joao over. He was
cute, he was skinnier than me but not that skinny, he was very black,
he had nice hands and fingers with trimmed nails and for someone who
had probably never owned any shoes other than plastic beach flip flops
he had decent looking feet. White underneath with no calluses which he
had probably rubbed down with a rough stone and neatly trimmed nails
probably done freehand with a razor blade. But it was really the smile
and the warmth behind the eyes that did it for me. I liked this guy
and as much as he was bought and paid for I was happy to be with him.

"Where's the aquarium Joao?"

He pointed in the direction.

"Let's go."

I grabbed my towel and followed Joao.

The Aquarium was located just outside the campsite next to the village
itself. It stood on the edge of the beach and was novel in its design.
There were a series of large talks open to the sky. The sides were
made of glass and stood six foot high and were strongly braced at
intervals and at the corners, the sunlight being deemed an important
part of the artificial eco-system they had tried to create. The
walkways around these tanks were of large size precast concrete pavers
and were shaded by a roof of grass thatching with the whole place
ringed by a grass thatch fence.

At one end there was a small low building its use was easy to identify
as the two doors had signs, one was the office and the other was a
storeroom. Sally the English girl was outside with two female helpers
tending to the water pipes when we arrived. She was glad I didn't want
a formal tour as they had a problem with the water recycling system
which was driven by a solar pump. I was powerless to help but did
offer to help if nothing more than muscle power was needed, not that I
was Tarzan of course.

"Oh, we can manage ourselves thank you," was her reply.

Sally looked to be in her mid twenties. Probably standing five ten she
had short brown hair, a pretty face and nice firm body. Through her
pierced earlobes were intricately carved flat studs about the size of
little finger nails made from what I supposed to be a local hardwood.
She wore a traditional colourful cotton skirt wrap-around, the
chitenji, with a simple T-shirt bearing the political message `Real
Men Don't Hit Women,' with the logo of a fist with a red circle and
line through overlaid. Her nipples pressed out firmly through the
material. Her hands were working hands and the nails were short and
unpainted and she wore flip-flops and her toenails were also short and
unpainted. She did not shave her legs.

A head popped out of the storeroom door.

"Sal, can't find that box of spares you want," in an Australian accent.

"OK, I'll look myself just now."

This was Annie. She was almost as tall as Sally, skinny with a more
than pretty tanned face without make-up and her mousey coloured hair
was swept back into a pony tail. She also wore a chitenji and a simple
T-shirt which her little breasts did not fill out but it seemed to me
the gentle and constant friction from the material made her `little
puppy dogs noses' stand out proudly. Nice. She was a looker and about
my age I thought. In contrast to Sally her nails were manicured and
painted. Also wearing slops her small feet with painted trimmed square
nails on thin toes were attractive. She shaved her legs.

"Annie is a volunteer at the Aquarium," Sally announced looking from
me to Joao to Annie as if to pick up any human dynamic unfolding.

Sally suggested I have a quick look around to get the feel of the
place. The best time to come was in the morning when she would love to
show me around in some detail. There was an admission fee for `non
residents' which she waived for today. I liked that. The locals had
free access while the tourists paid. Too often as tourism develops
with hotels being built the locals apart from getting some menial work
at the resort tend to get shut out.

On my way out I stopped to read the Aquarium notice board. Three
notices drew my attention. The first was an appeal for financial
sponsorship to help village girls get a high school education and the
second was announcing short courses to be held separately for boys and
girls as tour guides. I wondered if this was where Luka had learned
the stuff he had cited to me chapter and verse on the bus trip from
Blantyre.

The third one was more poignant and was positioned in the top
right-hand corner of the notice board and admonished in bold letters
in both English and I assumed the local language, `DON'T SELL YOUR
SISTERS.' I was later to understand that while the use of boys for
whatever purpose happened openly with the cover of their being `tour
guides' there was also a tourist demand for village girls. This would
be organised through the boys and would take place discretely at
night.

Finished I turned and waved to Sally who was giving the stern look of
a school teacher absent only was the wagging finger. Yea I was part of
this and no matter how one tried to rationalise it with `the
individual's right to make a living' or the `as long as nobody gets
hurt' arguments it was still sick. But I was in up to my neck.

It was time for a swim and I had Joao arrange the hire of two sets of
goggles and flippers for us.

At past three in the afternoon the dry beach sand was still to hot to
walk on with my soft British feet so I followed the waters edge behind
Joao. The water was crystal clear and delightfully cool. The only
thing that prevented me from just running straight into the lake was
that I had my money belt on. I would have to wait.

On the northern side of the campsite was a water course which emptied
into the lake. With the annual rains long over the flow was reduced to
an ankle deep trickle and we crossed without trouble. Across the river
were the rocks. Effectively `the rocks' is a place where a rocky
outcrop runs into the lake and what soil there had once been had long
since washed out into the lake.

I followed Joao and tried to mimic his rock hopping expertise. With
slops on it was difficult enough but with slops off the rocks were too
hot and too rough for my sensitive feet. I battled on after Joao and
fifty metres on we arrived at a place were a wide flat sloping rock
ran out into the lake. It was protected from general view by some
fortuitously placed rocks on both sides.

Joao took off his T-shirt and threw it onto a tall rock which I
learned was the `occupied' sign to warn off other would-be private
swimmers. Joao knew the deal and stripped and ran into the water. I
dropped my towel, money belt and clothes and followed him in. Straight
off the rock we went down to thigh deep and we wallowed and frolicked
in the water like the kids were.

We splashed each other and tried to duck one another by pushing one
another's head under the water and were having lots of fun until we
got hard. That was the game changer. I grabbed Joao and pulled him
against me and kissed him. We ground our hips against each other. I
came quickly and the sperm floated to the surface which we both swum
away from, laughing. We grabbed the goggles and flippers and started
to snorkel.

We moved away from the area which we had stirred up and immediately I
was amazed at the multitude of small colourful fish. It was like
swimming in an aquarium. With 800 recorded species in Lake Malawi it
was going to take me some time to tick them off on my list. I was
game, this was fun, and this was a hobby turned into something much
more. This was a wonderful reality.

However, my fish watching was constantly being interrupted by my
overriding need to do a little cock watching on the side. A would
notice Joao swimming near me and just had to look. There it was in the
cool water. The little acorn on the shaft with some skin bunching up
behind. I couldn't get enough. It was the cutest sight I had ever
seen.

Enough swimming we climbed out and I sat on my towel and he on his
shorts and let the sun dry us. It was getting a little cooler now. The
suns rays were no longer of that burning intensity. I needed to be
careful as a great tan took time but sunburn was the near instant
reward for stupidity.

"Let's go." I said and he nodded.

We dressed and started to make our way back to the campsite. Cooler
now I as able to go barefoot over the rocks, just.

He heard it first. The sound of an outboard motor.

"Captain's coming," announced Joao.

We got to the beach and watch the approaching speed boat.

The semi-rigid inflatable was at least 20 foot with centre consol and
twin 75HP Mariner outboard motors. The white man at the centre consol
was, I assumed, the man known as Captain was alone in the boat and he
throttled back and let the boat ride up onto the beach under his own
momentum. Matti and Joao ran forward and pulled the boat a little
further onto the beach before Matti tied it to the closest palm tree.

As Captain stepped off the boat he was greeted by Joao and responded
by putting his arm around Joao's shoulders and giving it a squeeze.
Matti climb in and passed the two cases of empty bottles to Joao.

Joao turned to me, "I'm coming," and the two boys each with a case of
bottles on their heads set off in the direction of the bar. Of course
he wasn't coming he was going. I have since assumed that its use is
just an abbreviated form of `I'll be coming back soon' as it has
evolved locally. One gets used to these things.

I stood there just looking at Captain. A tall man, at least six foot
two inches, lean and wiry, with no obvious body fat. His brown hair
was long and pulled back into a short pony tail. His beard was full
and bushy. Chest hair spilled out the top of his T-shirt and the legs
that extended out of his not even half thigh length were of athlete
definition. His feet were bare and his nails short. His movements were
indeed lithe and rhythmic and when he fixed his deep green eyes on me
they burned right into my soul.

"Hi."

"Hi, nice boat," I replied and immediately felt ridiculous for saying it.

He nodded and slowly cast his eyes over me. It was that stun-gun
sensation James had spoken about. I felt dizzy.

"Nice too," he said with a soft smile.

"You going in?"

I nodded a little too vigorously I thought afterwards.

"They call me Captain around here," and he offered me his hand.

"I'm Charlie from the UK," I responded.

"Good, welcome to Hippo Bay."

"Thank you."

"I see you have linked up with Joao. Be kind to him he is a nice
little guy, OK?"

I had no response to that so I just nodded.

"Good," and with that he gave me a soft flat hand pat on the shoulder
which lingered a delightful fraction longer than it needed to.

We walked on in silence then "Charlie are you limping?"

"Afraid so, I must have stood on a torn back there."

"I'll take a look when we get inside."

I nodded.

Nico, the dive instructor was in the bar with his current course of
two guys and a girl. Sally and Annie from the Aquarium had joined them
and it seemed they were working up an end of course head of steam.

Captain greeted them all and after a brief chat drew Sally away and
indicated to me to sit on his left.

"Let me see your foot."

I lifted my foot and he rested it on his thigh.

"Where's it?" as he and Sally, who sat on the armrest of the next
chair studied the underside of my foot.

"Under the big toe."

"OK, there's the bugger," and he turned to take the sewing needle
Sally passed to him.

He turned to the waiter, "bring a small glass of ice please." He
placed the needle on the edge of the table with a half inch extending
over the edge and using the matches produced from her bag Sally
applied a flame to the end. When the match died the tip was glowing
red hot.

We were waiting for the ice.

"Nice toes don't you think Sally?"

"Hmmm..." was the reply.

"Nicest feet I've seen on a Brit for years."

Here I was with a man I had met ten minutes before who was holding my
bare foot, about to stick a red hot needle into it and telling me I
had nice toes. In any other circumstances I would have told him to go
to hell, but this was different.

The ice arrived and the waiter stood where he too could see, "OK now
here's what's going to happen. Don't move your foot; just apply that
Brit stiff upper lip stuff. I'll apply ice to numb the area and then
..." he trailed off busy now with holding the ice to the spot.

"I'm quite good at this, you won't even feel it going in," he winked
at Sally and she pursed he lips to prevent a smile.

It took naïve little me a while to read the innuendo.

I felt the odd tiny prick then touches with no prick. He was watching
my reaction.

"There... its out. Did you feel anything?"

"No, not really."

"Damn, it was supposed to be good for you too."

Sally could not suppress the smile this time. She took the needle and
departed to join Annie and the others at the bar. I thought I noticed
her shaking her head.

He stuck his finger out towards me and there on the tip was the piece
of thorn. I looked at it then he flicked it away.

"You ready for a drink now Charlie?" he let my foot go.

"A beer please."

He turned to Joao, "Joao please fetch Charlie a beer and a Coke for
you and me." Joao nodded and departed.

"So Charlie what brings you to Hippo Bay?"

So I explained about my gap year and my visit to Zimbabwe and my
tropical fish hobby. He was a good listener and a good watcher. I
tried to keep the conversation flow going as I wanted to stay there
just to be with this man.

Nico the dive master joined us, or should I say Captain, for a chat
and he said as the course was finished he wanted to take the course to
one of the outer islands for a dive. The would leave after lunch the
next day sleep over, spend the next day diving then another sleep over
then back by lunchtime the following day.

"You're shagging her aren't you Nico?" Captain asked.

"A man must eat Captain, a man must eat," and with a smile Nico
rejoined the party at the bar.

I bought a round of drinks.

"So what else can you tell me Charlie?"

So again I tried to make conversation and prattled on about my plans
for the year and the hope that I would get some work somewhere
otherwise I would run out of money long before the year was up.

He listened, I spoke.

We had another drink, he another coke, me another beer.

At one point he excused himself and went off to the bar to settle the
matter of the cold drinks and called Joao and Matti over. Before they
left for the boat with the cases of drinks Captain had a chat with
Joao I could see then both looking in my direction from time to time
so I assumed I was figuring in that conversation. A pat on the back
dispatched the boys and Captain returned to me at the table.

"How you doing, Charlie?" asked Captain, turning and giving me the
once over again.

"I'm good."

"You OK with all that beer?"

"Of course. Why?"

"Well I don't what you to wake up on the boat tomorrow morning having
been fucked silly and blame it all on the booze."

I melted.

So much for all the things I'd rehearsed to say if he came on to me.

"I'd like that," I stammered.

"You'd like what? That after being fucked silly you can blame it on
the beer?" he laughed. His smile was the broadest it had been. He was
teasing me.

"OK, jokes aside Charlie, the offer is genuine and it stands for the
fifteen minutes until I leave. So if you are game get Joao to get your
backpack to the boat by then."

"And what about Joao?"

"What about him?"

"Well I've..." my voice trailed off.

"You have two choices as I see it. You give him what you agreed and
come with me or you stay with him?"

"Can't I bring him?"

"Charlie this is about you and me."

"I know but..."

"OK, for you he can come but he stays with Matti, OK?"

"Great. I'll get ready then."

I found Joao with Matti sitting on the veranda steps.

"Joao, get my tent and backpack we are going with Captain."

Joao gave his best wide smile, patted Matti on the shoulder and they
were off at the double.

I returned to `my' Captain and as I approached he stood and downed the
last of his Coke. I did the same with my beer. Captain gestured to the
steps and I led the way.

"You are really one hell of a package Charlie."

"In what way?"

"Well I mean look at you. Handsome man, good body, nice hands, nice
feet and as Joao tells me a very nice little cut cock as well."

"Joao is not so big himself," I countered.

"Charlie that was meant to be a compliment," he laughed.

"Oh..."

"Yes, to me cocks are like women's breasts. Any more than a cubic
mouthful is a waste."

I nodded. Not that I was able to comment on either you understand.

He put his arm lightly across my shoulders as we walked and gently
drew me in against him. Instinctively I put my arm around his waist.

We got to the boat before the boys and stood together looking out
across the lake under the glorious full moon. Against the dark
backdrop of the island the boat with a few lights looked magnificent.
I lent my head against his chest, smelt him and felt his warmth.
Turning me slowly he pulled me against his chest. He ran a hand
through my hair and tilted my head back and planted a gentle and
lingering kiss on the forehead. I closed my eyes.

"You smell nice Charlie."

I hugged him tightly to me.

"Let's make tonight special." he whispered.

"Yes please, lets."

The boys arrived with my backpack and I slowly released Captain. To
hell with what they thought. If my Captain didn't care then neither
did I.

Captain climbed in and sat on the centre console and gestured for me
to sit behind him like one would on a motor cycle. The boys pushed us
off. The electric start motors purred into life and Captain reversed
slowly out into the deeper water. Then with a roar of the engines he
made an about turn and opened up the throttles. I hung on for dear
life.

I stood behind Captain with legs astride over the second console seat
and held on to him with both arms wrapped around his shoulders. Riding
fast over the water my body bumped into his back with every bow
bounce. I was deliriously happy and hard too.

Captain turned and shouted something.

"What?" I couldn't hear him and pushed my ear closer to his mouth.

"Be ... careful ... you ... don't ... stab ... me ... with ... that ... thing," he shouted.

I roared with laughter and ground my groin into his back. Captain
responded theatrically by violently arching his back and throwing his
head back with a pained expression on his face. Man, I was having fun.

I determined then that if I was to lose my cherry that night and
Captain was to take it I was determined to make it a night to remember
for me and if I could for him too.



End of Chapter 3