Date: Fri, 28 Oct 2011 09:57:03 +0200
From: Russell Timm <russell.timm@gmail.com>
Subject: INTO AFRICA - PART 2

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INTO AFRICA  -- 1986
by Russell Timm

Copyright 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.

Part 2

I sat on the beach and watched the inflatable pull away. Luka and Joao
realising that I was going nowhere excused themselves saying they were
going home and I was alone with my thoughts.

The enormity of the events of the last day were beginning to slowly
sink in. From being an eighteen year old desperately trying to find my
true self and staggering through a few recent pathetically inept
attempts to seduce a male I had hit the jackpot at Hippo Bay.

I tallied up the score. Met four cocks, sucked two, was blown by
three, got fucked twice by one and fucked two. Wow. Not in my wildest
dreams had I thought that would happen to me in one night and
certainly not in Hippo Bay.

I had lost my cherry not as in my dreams to someone my age in the most
gentle and romantic of ways but to a man nearly twice my age standing
in a cramped shower after virtually no foreplay. Sure I had had
crushes on teachers and sports coaches at school but had never
converted them as fully into a fantasy like being swept away by a
Hemingway out in tropical Africa.

The few attempts I had made before had all been fraught with anxiety
to the extent that when they ended in failure it was almost a relief.
Somehow here there was no anxious tension as there was a certainty
that it would happen and it just played itself out. I had been swept
along willingly.

But where did I stand now? Where to from here? I had some thinking to do.

I watched the cruiser with the inflatable in tow slowly drift out of
sight. As it did the heat grew more oppressive and the sun cooked my
pink British skin. The clerk from the campsite booking office appeared
next to me and offered to help me set up my tent. I indicated the same
spot as I had had first selected but he suggested another one more
discretely positioned it turned out and "a better place if I had
visitors" I was informed.

The site he selected for me was under a large tree and on the outer
side from the campsite buildings. My site selection criteria had
changed from being fully visual for security reasons to being tucked
away out of sight and hopefully out of mind for reasons of discretion.
I smiled to myself. What a difference a day makes.

The clerk Rabson was probably about thirty was shorter than the
average local and more negroid featured as opposed to the slight
Arabic look found in the local villagers which I took to be a
throwback from the Arab slave trading days along the lakeshore. "Where
are you from Rabson?"

"I am a northerner. I am here because the government can't rely on a
local to properly account for the income from the camp site. The
locals don't trust me and I don't trust them so that's how we balance
the books around here," he smiled and continued, "so my best friend
around here is Captain." I nodded.

"Did you enjoy your night on the boat, sir?" Rabson asked.

"I did, thank you," I replied, looking into his eyes to try and read
if it was more than a polite question.

"You lucky, Captain not take too many tourists out to his boat."

"Why is that?" not sure whether to count myself lucky.

Rabson shrugged. "You better ask Captain yourself."

"OK." I realised he had gone as far as he was prepared to and for a
while I dealt with his questions of natural inquisitiveness like where
was I from, how long I was going to stay and the like which no doubt
he would share with the other staff in due course.

We had finished putting up the tent and he stood up I assumed to leave.

"If you have valuables I can lock them in the safe."

"Oh?"

"Yes, sir, Captain will never forgive me if your things go missing."

"Why would Captain care?"

"The boys tell me he like you, like he liked the American boy..." he
trailed off.

"American boy?"

"Yes, he going away last month, but he stay he stay for some months here."

Joao arrived. He greeted the clerk with respect and the clerk spoke
briefly to him in the local language, then shook my hand and excused
himself.

"You want to swim?"

"OK, good idea."

"First put passport and money in the office, then we go."

I did take my passport and meagre valuables to the office. The clerk
sent for the Manager and together they counted the money and issued a
signed and stamped receipt, sealed the envelope containing the money
and passort and put it in the safe.

That done the Manager announced that I had credit at the bar and
restaurant and the barman had been informed.

"What credit?" I asked.

"The boy Luka bring the message from Captain this morning," he replied
half surprised that I did not know.

I nodded, "how much is the credit?"

"50 US dollars"

I thanked him and left with Joao for the rocks. The heat was severe
and the water was cool and this time Joao stripped off and joined me
naked in the water. We frolicked like kids and ended up in each others
arms and pressed against each other until mutual satisfaction was
achieved. We kissed. Got out of the water and sat together naked in
the sun on the rock.

It was approaching midday and getting too damn hot so we made our way
back to the campsite. Using my credit I bought Joao and I Cokes and we
sat on the bar veranda with a perfect view out across the lake. It was
paradise.

>From where we sat I first heard then saw the old pick-up taxi arrive
at the campsite. Having left earlier in the morning with those
departing from the campsite and the village it now returned with its
load of villages, backpackers, goats, chickens, cases of cold drinks
and the like. I watched with curious interest.

There were four backpackers, three boys and a girl. The girl and one
of the boys seemed be an item and another seemed to be their
hanger-on. The third boy was a stand-out. At around six foot one could
make out the swimmers build and his legs had athletes definition. His
face partially hidden under a floppy hat was hard to make out but his
dark hair was obvious.

I noted that the local curio salesmen and boat trip touts were
greeting him with shake hands and backslapping happiness.

I turned to Joao, "who is that?"

"That's Joshi, Captain's boy," he announced with a broad smile.

"Captain's boy?"

"Yes."

I kept looking at Joao expecting more but he was silent.

"What you mean Captain"s boy?" I pressed.

"You ask Luka, I was schooling." He was not to be drawn.

Then Luka appeared and they greeted like long lost friends. There was
a hug, backslapping... everything but a kiss. Luka picked up Joshi's
backpack and gestured towards the bar. Joshi followed. As they
approached I was able to get a good look at his face. He was a beauty.
Dark hair with dark severe eyebrows, a button nose and full lips on an
oval face. To top if off he was tanned to perfection. Now here was a
prize if I ever saw one.

They sat together on the first step with their backs to us and chatted
animatedly. They couldn't keep their hands off each other. Catching up
no doubt. Then they were up and through the bar and into the men's
room. In passing Luka shouted to Joao to keep an eye of Joshi's
backpack. Joao dutifully fetched the back pack and brought it up to
our table.

"Is Joshi an American," I asked.

"Yes, from Arizonia."

"Arizona?"

"I think so."

I glanced towards the men's room. They must be up to something in
there. What a very gay thing to do I thought. I caught Joao's eye and
nodded towards the men's room. He just smiled. Knowingly I thought.

Back to the pick-up. The people were gone and it was off loaded. The
tourists were gone, probably in the office paying for their tent site.
The pick-up spluttered into life and slowly disappeared into the
village itself.

Luka and Joshi were at the bar. They were still chatting and were
served with cokes. Joshi cast a glance across in our direction and
nodded at something Luka had said. They picked up their cokes and came
over.

"Hi I'm Joshua, you must be Charlie."

I stood and took his hand, "pleased to meet you."

"And you are Joao, pleased to meet you," and they sat at our table.

"Hi Charlie," greeted Luka.

"Hi."

Joshua or Joshi was the package alright. Picture prefect and with a
little light beard stubble on his chin. The T-shirt hid any sign of
chest hair and the arms defined rather than muscular. The calf muscles
protruding below the knee length shorts were tanned the perfect brown
and had just the right amount of hair. His feet were hidden in those
heavy duty walking sandals which had multiple straps. A disappointment
was that he fingernails showed sign of being bitten. Well nobody can
be perfect I thought.

"You arrived yesterday, Charlie?" Joshi struck up conversation.

"Yes, been here 24 hours now, it's been great."

"Yip, so Luka tells me. Our Captain found you it seems."

"How much did Luka tell you?"

"Everything I hope," he said and lightly tapped Luka on the shoulder
with his fist.

I looked at Luka and realised that their past was stronger than our
present. Joshi knew everything and I knew nothing.

"Do I call you Joshua or Joshi?" I asked.

"Whichever you like, but Joshi seems to have stuck."

"What does Captain call you?"

"He used to call me Josh, but don't use that."

"Oh?"

"It's a long story Charlie, maybe later, huh?"

"OK."

"Where you sleeping?"

"Other side the big tree over there," I pointed, he nodded.

"Can I pitch my tent next to you?"

"Only if you don't snore or roar," I joked.

"Can't promise that can we Luka," and again a light tap on his
shoulder. They laughed. "Come Luka lets get the tent up and then go
for a swim, Charlie you two can join us if you want."

"Sounds good."

They took off with Luka shouldering the backpack. I looked over at Joao.

"You want to go swim with them."

"I go with you Charlie."

We would go. We finished our Cokes and then I fetched my towel from my
tent and waited for Joshi and Luka to finish and then we all set off
together.


End of Part 2