South Africa
Part 3

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The beach at the lake was a fantastic, night-time panorama, with the moonlight reflecting off the glassy surface of the water. As soon as we'd arrived, Wingnut wasted no time in ditching his clothes. "Hey! Let's skinny dip!"

"Cool idea!" Tammy began to take off her top, and obviously had no qualms about having her cute puppy-nose tits lit by the moon for all of us to ogle.

Sean and I stood on the beach watching Wingnut's comical white buns as he charged fearlessly into the water, closely followed by Tammy.

"You gonna swim, Sean?"

"Uh… not sure."

I undressed, then stood in front of the nervous grommet whose eyes didn't know where to look. "C'mon… it's cool."

Slowly, he began to remove his clothes. I figured part of his prob was having seen Wingnut's considerable endowment. He must've been a little older than my bro, 'cause he had a nice bush of pubes already. Then the reason for his reluctance became obvious. His cut dick was fat and short, which caused his nads to appear much bigger than they really were. He had a totally cool bod, though… not as muscular as Wingnut's or mine, but in perfect proportion… nice pecs, and a flat stomach. But his legs and arms needed further development, and his pale skin hadn't seen the sun for a long time. Eventually, he earned the nickname "Reflector".

Wingnut was facing us, with the water just covering his pubes, when his eyes leapt out on springs at the vision of Tammy walking toward him, totally naked. Within seconds, the head of his woody appeared above the surface of the water. He looked very nervous, and was probably wondering why the hell he'd suggested skinny dipping in the first place. It was a helluva lot different to swimming naked with me… I didn't have tits or a beaver! This was brand new territory for the cheeky little fucker.

Tammy was making no secret of the fact that she was in awe of my grommet bud's well-endowed bod as her eyes feasted on his goodies. By then, Mo had also undressed. She'd taken ages to remove her bikini bottom, probably 'cause she was nervous… unlike her wild girlfriend who was totally uninhibited.

As for Sean, the moment he was naked, he was instantly into the water, and made sure his furniture was well covered.

Mo and I hit the water together, and began to splash each other. That kinda relaxed everybody, and soon Wingnut and Sean were wrestling. Maybe it was the physical contact, or the sight of Wingnut's woody, that caused Sean's short, fat dick to become a long, fat dick. I couldn't believe that something so stunted could become so damn huge! There must've been an inch in every wrinkle! It was pretty damn impressive when it was at full mast, and I figured the grommet knew it.

Meanwhile, Mo and Tammy made a grab for me, and tried to dunk me. But I was pretty sure they used that as an excuse to touch my hard and hungry boner, then to rub their pussies against me as we all fell back laughing into the water. Once they were satisfied that I'd been vanquished, they turned their attention to Wingnut and Sean who both seemed to suddenly forget their nervousness. Instead, they enjoyed the contact they were having with the girls as they pushed and shoved, and splashed around happily.

Compared to the cold night air, the water was quite warm… perhaps warm enough to stir certain feelings in Mo. She surprised me as she pulled me close to her, then forced her tongue between my lips. Forced? Well, I guessed I wasn't putting up a whole stack of resistance. Her tits pressing against my chest felt hot… and my boner was squashed between the two of us. Whoa!

Despite Mo's tongue searching desperately for my tonsils, I noticed Sean gawking at us as though we were from another planet. Then Tammy made a dash for Wingnut, who dove to one side, and swam like hell for shore, closely followed by his grommet bud who was Tammy's next target. It was pretty obvious to me that those two guys weren't yet ready for any serious encounters with the opposite sex. They were scared shitless.

Nevertheless, when we were all outa the water and back on the beach giggling, Wingnut was quite happy to continue to flaunt his woody, while Sean chose to wrap a towel around his waist. He had no reason to be shy, I thought. His dick was about as long as Wingnut's, but fatter, and would have provided quite a tasty morsel for anyone who'd had a mind to eat it… and gag on it. Hey, there were worse fates.

As we arrived back at the hall, Mark and Rochelle were shooting pool. "Where have you guys been," Mark asked as he paused before sinking a ball.

"Swimming in the lake. It was great. Where did you guys disappear to?"

Mark moved to the side of the table where I was standing, and lined up his next shot. "Just went for a walk."

"Just for a walk?" I whispered.

Mark smiled at me before sinking his next ball, and I knew that the fucker had gotten his end away. Even while we'd been swimming, Tammy and Mo didn't hide the fact that they wanted some closer contact with us. Much closer.

My folks were playing cards when we returned to the bungalow. They each had a glass of wine on the table, and were laughing, obviously about something one of them had said or done.

While we guys were laying on our bunks, Wingnut and I told Mark about the swimming. It'd been quite a while since I'd seen three girls together, all of whom looked that damn spunky.

"Mo and Tammy were really laying it on me," I said. "They've got totally fucking hot bods, and their stomachs are flat and tight. And their pussies are like beetle bugs."

Mark almost fell off his bunk when I said that, and was cracking up big time.

"Why do you say they looked like beetle bugs?" Wingnut asked. "'Cause they're so hairy?"

Mark and I were almost killing ourselves laughing at the grommet's ignorance… or maybe innocence. I thought Mark was gonna choke on fresh air.

"OK," Wingnut continued, "so don't tell me. Let me grow up stupid." During pauses in our laughter, we explained to the grommet what I'd meant by beetle bugs. "So why didn't you tell me that you were talking about a fucking VW Bug then? Anyway, I still don't get it. How can a girl's pussy look like a car? You guys are fucking nuts."

We were still laughing as we eventually fell asleep.

TUESDAY

I woke before anybody else, and decided to go for a run through the park, then up the main highway, and into town. It was one of those magic mornings when the air seemed to be unusually invigorating. Just the smell of its freshness and coolness was wicked, and filled me with boundless energy, which contrasted big time with the still-sleeping town as I jogged into it.

By the time I'd returned to the park, the sun was rising, and casting long shadows across the wide expanse of green lawn. Mark and my dad were walking toward the boat jetty, which jutted into the drifting gray of the fog-laden lake. My bud was carrying a box of fishing tackle, and greeted my breathless arrival with, "Ew! You're all damn sweaty."

"Hi, dad. Hi, Mark. Yep, been for a run into town."

My dad stared at me as if I'd just announced that I was pregnant or something. "You? Run? This is my son Kyle, isn't it?"

"C'mon, dad. I run every now and then. Jeez."

Back at the bunglow, mom was tidying the main bedroom. "You boys must please pick up all those clothes that are laying around the floor in your room."

"It's a boys room, mom. It's supposed to look like that." Then I kissed her on the cheek.

"Yuck! You're all sweaty!"

"Yep," I grinned, then wrapped my arms around her in a bear hug.

She couldn't resist giggling, but moved her face away and screwed her nose. "Yuck! And you smell awful!"

Wingnut was still asleep as I entered our room. I guessed all the excitement of the previous night with the girls had been too much for the little fucker. He'd kicked the covers off during his sleep, and his piss boner looked as though it was gonna split its skin. I wondered for a moment if mom had seen it. But, hey, she'd seen mine often enough when she'd walked into my room in the mornings. So Wingnut's wouldn't have been any surprise.

I gently placed my hand on his nads, and caused his woody to jump. For a second, I thought he was gonna offload a truckload of boy juice. Then his eyes opened slowly.

"Hi, Kyle."

"Hi, buddy. You need to piss."

"I know, but I'm too lazy."

I took my hand away from his nads as he wrapped his fist around his woody and gave it a few tugs. It didn't worry him in the least that I was watching, and I thought that was pretty damn cool. My little bud obviously felt totally comfortable in my presence. "Better rise and shine, bro. You're making me hungry for sausage and eggs."

As he threw his legs over the side of the top bunk, his furniture was level with my face. "Eat me, Kyle. Eat me!" he giggled, then jumped off the bed and pulled on his boxers. Jeez, if only he'd known that his offer to eat him was one I'd have happily accepted. Anyway, there was a huge tent in his boxers as he waddled sleepily through the kitchen on his way to the toilet. "Hi, Mrs T."

I had to smile at the bemused expression on my mom's face. No way could her eyes have resisted focusing on my bro's bouncing boner.

After I'd showered, I helped Wingnut pick up the clothes from the floor in our room, and tidy the place. One piece of clothing I found was Mark's cum-stained boxer briefs, which had to be the result of his encounter with Rochelle the night before. Damn!

An hour and a half later, my dad and Mark arrived back at the bungalow in triumph with more fish. This was the life! Hey, how many people got to swim or go boating in their own pantry?

After another awesome breakfast, cooked by our own private chef, who was also a total fucking hunk to boot, we teens hired a mountain bike each, and loaded the Kombi. My folks took us to the forest area above Knysna, where the trees there were so tall, they blocked out the sun. But the dirt roads there were well-graded and narrow, which made them perfect for mountain biking.

Mom and dad dropped us off before continuing on their way to a tea-room, which was owned and operated by two old folks, up on the hiking trail. Meantime, the guys and I pedaled off on yet another cool adventure.

We cycled for about an hour before stopping at a clearing between the towering trees where we could look down upon the town of Knysna far below. One of Knysna's spectacular attributes was the huge lagoon, which opened to the sea between two massive rock mountains called "The Heads". The entire area was exceptionally beautiful, and surrounded by stunning forests of yellow-wood trees. Hey, even crazy teens were capable of admiring and being captivated by the magnificence of nature.

"Awesome," Mark sighed. There was no need to embellish his description. Apart from the sounds of birds in the forest, there was little else but the awesome splendor of the view… and the sound of our tires on the dirt road as we pedaled on. Three teens in Paradise.

A little further on, we stopped at a small area surrounded by huge trees, where we took a drink of fruit juice that we'd brought with us. The feeling was kinda eerie. All us felt inspired to rave about the situation we were in, and the enivironment we were surrounded by. It wasn't the kinda convo you'd normally hear from teens… but we were so deeply moved by our surroundings, that we just couldn't help raving. Even the perspiration that was turning our bods into mini Niagras was cool. Everything was cool… including my buds' sweat-soaked ts clinging to their pecs and abs. Trust me to fucking notice.

Once outa the forest, we took the back roads that led to the holiday park. The return journey took us through two small towns where the children of the farm laborers stared at us as if we were some kinda aliens. Mark was given a crude remark by one of the older girls. I figured one look at him with his soaked t clinging to his hard bod must've given her instant wet panties… provided she was wearing any.

After arriving at the park, we returned the bikes, then dove into the lake naked. It was just too damn hot to worry about baring our skin. Besides, there was a totally relaxed atmosphere at the park that was kinda taking control of us… or maybe just ridding us of any inhibitions we might've had back home. There was a marvelous sense of freedom at the park that even Mark found difficult, if not impossible, to resist.

For supper, my folks took us guys to a family steak ranch at Knysna where we ate ourselves stupid. Mark and I were allowed a beer each, but Wingnut was relegated to Coke. This time, he couldn't steal sips of our beer 'cause he was at the table in full view of my mom and dad. Both guys were having a fucking ball, though, and were earbashing my folks about the fantastic day they'd had cycling through the forest. I just sat back and let them talk over the top of each other, and was happy to see them so incredibly amped. Yeah, it was so damn cool to have given my buds the opportunity to come with us on this trip, and to see them having such a wicked cool time. Maybe the best time they'd ever had in their lives. Their joy was my joy.

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