Date: Mon, 14 Nov 2005 23:33:04 -0800 (PST) From: Gregory Black <grigoi_canadian@yahoo.com> Subject: Chasing Africa Part 2 DISCLAIMER If you are uncomfortable with relationships between two consenting parties who are of the same gender then I suggest you leave and do not continue reading. If it is illegal for you to be reading materials which contain sex between two males then leave. If none of the above specifications refer to you, then please continue on. Questions/comments/queries please send to grigoi_canadian@yahoo.com Chasing Africa Part 2 By Gregory Black I smiled at my cat Margaret as I petted her ear, looking sadly around my bedroom of 17 years. Even though I can always just say that I would come back someday I knew it was never going to really ever be them same. This was it, this trip to Africa, and I was officially grown up. For better or for worse. God there were so many memories in this room. My cat Margaret for one, I mean apart from being the worst named cat in the world for a closeted teenage boy (My Grandma bought it for me and it was a toss up between Margaret and Gertrude). My walls were covered in pictures of me and Krick doing stupid stuff. The time we dressed up as Greek gods for Halloween and Krick made us togas that looked like they came from a strippers wardrobe, Unfortunately we only attracted the attention of some forty something accountants who gave us the `Age is just a number' speech. We were piss drunk at the time and couldn't stop laughing because they worked with numbers all day and they tried to devalue them to get up our togas. Or at least I laughed and Krick almost looked tempted. I dragged him away and refused to let him have any martinis for a month. The room looked like it always did, but I knew that if I looked, everything would be different. All my clothing would be gone if I opened any of the drawers. My life was completely changing. High School was over. I mean what was I supposed to do with my life now? Go on sabbaticals like this until I was too old to care anymore. It's like I spent the last thirteen years of my life being told by others what to do and how to think and suddenly I'm being thrust out into the world being told to think for myself and having no idea how to cope. I grabbed Margaret close and breathed in deeply, trying to exactly memorize exactly what this felt like. Krick walked into the airport ahead of me, strutting in a way that seemed to proclaim proudly to the world `I'm Gay! Be my Sugar Daddy'. How the fuck can he be so good looking and proud right now? We'd been layed over twice in the past day and now we had to get on a flight at 4 in the morning. Do you ever notice how they never book the flights to go so that they go at the beginning or the end of the night, so no matter how you work it you never get to sleep through the whole night? We managed to pass by yet another Tim Hortons, why the hell do they have like twelve in this damned airport? Can't the just have one like all the normal places? Maybe I was being a little irritable this morning, but how would you feel if you had to walk through the airport at 4 in the morning with little mister gay sunshine while you felt more like the incredible hulk, angry, green, fat and yet strangely sexually attractive. I was just kidding about the fat part. We finally got to the check in desk and lo and behold, Krick started to hit on the attendant. "I assume you're checking in for you and you're brother over there?" He flashed Krick a lopsided smile. I could see Krick starting to get sucked in. So much for mister `Serious African Relationship'. This was really starting to piss me off. "Why ye.." "Actually I'm not his brother." I grinned lavisciously at the attendant and rubbed Krick's arm possessively, using my high school acting classes. "Oh, sorry Buddy, yeah. Just hand me you're fags... I mean bags." He smiled nervously turning bright red and I handed him our bags. "Actually he's not my.." I licked the back of Krick's neck slowly, feeling his fine hairs tickle the top of my tongue, just above the collar bone where I knew he was sensitive, giving the young attendant a show. Krick moaned deeply from the back of his neck, his skin vibrating gently against my tongue. I closed my eyes and partly opened my mouth sexily and the attendant loudly cleared his throat, I knew we were turning him on. He handed us our tickets quickly and I steered Krick quickly towards the gate designated for our plane. I saw the attendant wave awkwardly at us as we headed off and I grinned at his attentiveness. I knew that he must have a long night ahead of him and I just knew he would spend it thinking about us. I saw him smiling at me, his silky soft dark brown hair fringing gently against his deep blue eyes. I ran my finger against the almost feminine curvature of his gently smiling lips down to rub against the abrupt curves of his square jaw, to rest on the lone dimple of his right cheek. I continued exploring his face, touching him so softly that it almost didn't feel like I was touching him at all, just feeling the warmth emanating from his features. "I love you Kay, you'll always belong to me." I moaned as I felt his big hand gently rubbing my throbbing member in slow, languid strokes. Pausing at the top and then quickly going back to the base, sending shivers through my entire body. His other hand began to gently massage the skin on my testicles as he fondled me. His beautiful head went down to the sensitive skin on my earlobe, biting my soft skin and the kissing it gently, he slowly, sensously began to work his way lower down my body. He go to my nipple, he bit my hard little nub, licking the skin around it, my back arched in pleasure as I grasped desperately at his silken hair for something to hold onto as screamed with the force of my orgasm. "Wake the fuck up you horndog, I want to talk to you." Krick hit me across the head with his travel pillow, rudely wake me from my dream. "Aww, Krick. Did you have to wake me just then? My dream was getting really, really good." We were stuck on this cramped little airplane with almost no one on it but us and yet we still had to sit plastered together. My broad shoulders cramped tightly against his. "I could tell, so could the hostess, actually. I should fly with you more often, she's been around twelve times in the past hour to ask if we needed anything." Krick smiled innocently and pointed down at my crotch and I saw that I had a big problem. I mean big, hard leaking problem. "So you been dreaming about me again?" Krick smiled and playfully licked his lips. "Nope, sorry. I finally developed standards. I was dreaming about you're mom." "EWW, gross, you got that from a girl?" He put on his best little kid impression. "Okay fine you caught me, your dad was there too, as well as the whole male cast of 'while you were out' and that blond vampire in black leather from Buffy." I smiled at him as his eyes widened in surprise. "Okay fine you win, but only because I really do have something important to ask you." " Okay. Shoot." "Well. What exactly are we going to be when we grow up?" I laughed when he said 'we'. "What kind of a question is that!?" " Well, I was thinking about it last night and." "Okay, how about we be Super Models" I shot him my best pouty model face. "You know, like Super Heroes, just hungry." "Well, you have a better facial structure than me and that means my career would be over first, So no." I giggled at the serious look on his face. "Bullshit, you got almost the exact same face as me." I tried to look at his sternly, but i realised that he was really serious about this. "Shut up, no I don't, so Super model's out of the question. How about porn stars?" "No way am I getting my balls off in front of a camera!" Moi, mister abstinant, have sex in front of millions, I don't fucking think so! "Well at least you could get them off, better than you're doing now. Besides, we could be like twins and market ourselves like that." Creepy, he had that one all planned. "No way you slut. How about super serious Business Men?" I puffed up my chest to look more manly. "Hell no, I'm not going to get fat and old and boring." "Will I thank yu'd look fab-u-lus in a soot!" The little blond hostess returned and she smiled suggestively at me. She looked to be about mid thirties and had this Texan drawl that made her seem to say all the wrong vowels in her words. She put her hand on my knee and slowly moved it toward my groin. "A'd be a willin to hilp ya get in or out a one any time." I jumped and I could feel my penis rapidly deflating as she edged closer. "I'll be sure to get back to you on that one." I smiled awkwardly averting my eyes and thankfully another of the passengers began gagging and vomiting all over the other end of the plane. Well not thankfully that our plane was going to smell like what ever slop they fed us for breakfast for the next 6 hours `til our stopover, but it sure occupied miss grabby hands. I couldn't wait to get off this plane.