The young stripper rocked over to me, and placed his hand on my head as he kissed me. I automatically reached for his monster meat and stroked it, while his hand found the inside of my soaking, wet lycra shorts.
South Africa
Part 8
"What you wanna hide that thing for, babe?"
Then he took my hand and pulled me up off my chair. What the hell was he doing? Anyway, I didn't resist, and he led me through the crowd to the stage. If I hadn't had any alcohol to drink, I would've stayed put. But, hey, it was party time, and I was on a wild adventure.
By then, all of the stripper's thongs were just elastic waistbands. They didn't stay there for long, though. Within seconds, all the guys were totally starkers, and dancing. And where was I? On the stage with them. Me? On a stage? With four naked hunks?
The dude who pulled me up on stage lifted my tank top over my head, while another guy was behind me, kissing me on the neck. Only one thing to do. Run! Nope, couldn't do that. I'd be a wuss. Besides, the whole fucking audience was whistling and cat-calling. So, rather than stand there like I was facing a firing squad, I decided to dance. Actually, once I got into the spirit of the situation, it was fucking wicked! Woohoo!
Then one of the guys grabbed the waistband of my shorts, and slid them down my legs. My cock was rock hard, which attracted even more wolf whistles. Hey, I was a star!
All four dancers were rubbing their cocks up against me, and stroking me all over. Just one day before, I'd had Nick and Lucky all over me like a rash… but this? Four hunks? On stage? With an audience going totally fucking ballistic? Unreal!
I was getting ready to offload a bucket of boy juice all over one of the guys when the music suddenly stopped. The strippers took a bow, then walked to their table where they put their overalls back on. For a few moments, I stood there, wondering what to do next. No music, no company… all alone, naked on stage. With a boner! And God knows how many pairs of eyes gawking at me.
It suddenly dawned on me that I had to get outa there, so I grabbed my clothes, such as they were, and carried them back to my table. On the way, I had to negotiate a forest of hands that were fondling my family jewels. But I didn't mind. In fact, I honestly thought, 'what the fuck? I've got something to be proud of', as my bouncing boner reached for the ceiling.
Nick and Lucky were in total hysterics when I arrived at the table, and put my clothes back on.
"That's gotta be the funniest damn thing I've ever seen," Nick cracked.
Lucky agreed as he slapped his knee. "You should've seen yourself, man. Hilarious!"
The whole thing probably lasted about fifteen minutes, but it seemed to me as though it'd gone on forever. And even as I sat, I was getting heaps of stares and smiles from the other patrons... way more than the strippers were getting. My first taste of fame! And it felt wicked!
"Do the strippers do that kinda thing all the time?"
"Nope."
"I wonder why that young dude picked me, then."
"Probably had something to do with Lucky and me paying the guys fifty bucks to get you up there."
"Whaaaat? I dunno whether to curse you or thank you. I had a way cool time, though. Fucking wicked. Hey, I almost blew my load up there. Imagine that! Offloading in public! I wish the music hadn't stopped."
"Is this the boy from Cape Town? The guy who goes on hols with his folks? Mr Respectable?"
"Yeah… hard to believe, isn't it? Anyway, it's all your fault… you and Lucky. A couple of days with you guys and you've turned me into… into whatever. I dunno what came over me, but whatever it was, it was way damn cool!"
But I was in for another surprise. When I went to take a piss, the young dude who'd hooked me onto the stage followed me to the toilets.
"Hey, you were great," he said as he whipped out his seven inch schlong from his overalls, and pissed in the urinal beside mine.
"Really? I've never done anything like that before."
"You should do it professionally, man. Hey, you wanna come back to my place later? I think you're fucking hot."
"Hot? Really?"
"Don't gimme that 'really' routine, man. I bet you get a stack of compliments."
"My fair share, I guess. Anyway, I can't go with you 'cause I'm with Nick, and I'm staying at his place, so maybe it's not such a good idea."
"OK, that's cool," he said, shaking the last few drops of piss from his semi. "Just thought I'd ask. Tell me, though, if you weren't staying with Nick, would you have come back to my place?"
"Do bears shit in the woods?"
Anyway, after we'd finished pissing, he kissed me, and felt me up. So I did likewise. Strange place to be doing that kinda thing, but, hey, this was a strange place. Period!
"You enjoy stripping?" I asked as we walked back to the main room.
"Yeah. I enjoy the attention. And it gives me a chance to chat-up guys like you. It's not a full-time job, though… just one night a week."
"So what else do you do?"
"Go to school."
When I got back to my table, Nick told me that he'd seen the stripper following me, and figured he'd hit on me. "I've been with one of the dancers before, but it was no more than a couple of blow jobs through the night."
"He said I was fucking hot."
"And you don't believe him?"
"Kinda. This kinda thing doesn't happen in Cape Town, though… at least not at the places I go to. Besides, I'm always thinking that other guys are hot, and not me. Like this has been a sexual awakening for me… not that I haven't had sex… but this is different. This is all about seeing myself through different eyes… your eyes, Lucky's eyes, the stripper's eyes, even the audience's eyes. Did you see the way they were grabbing my jewels on the way back from the stage?"
"Yeah… you were cool. And you surprise me."
"Why?"
"I think you underestimate yourself, buddy. On the other hand, I like the way you are. There's a certain endearing modesty about you. You don't let this kinda shit go to your head... well, not to excess. And, hey, thanks for being loyal to me."
"You mean by turning down the stripper's invite?"
"Yeah."
The sun was beginning to rise as we arrived at the bungalow. We both passed out on the mattress and slept for about two hours.
Chop, chop, chop.
I staggered to the window, and saw Nick doing his thing with the logs. Where did he get the fucking energy from? Anyway, each time the axe made contact with a log, it reminded me of the pounding in my head. I had a helluva headache.
We spent the rest of the morning in the bungalow, making wild, passionate love to each other. And it was love. At least, I thought it was. But I was still a little confused about Lucky.
"Hey, Kyle, you think you're gonna go through life loving just one person?"
"Not really… I love Mark, Wingnut, Steph, Steve, Paul… and you, of course. Hey, I even love Mr B."
"And Lucky?"
"Yeah… I love him, too."
"Do you think he loves you?"
"Yeah… come to think of it, I guess he does. You wanna know something weird? I love Daniel, even though he doesn't exist. But, in a way, he does. He lives inside Mr B, and he lives inside me. One time, I was depressed as all hell about some shit that was going down between Steph and Steve, and I wrote to Mr B, but I was really writing to Daniel. Does that sound weird?"
"Nope. And you're right about Daniel living inside you. We saw him at the pub last night. You were fucking awesome!"
Before we knew it, it was time to pack, put on our helmets, and get on the bike. As we rolled along the road toward Cape Town, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was leaving part of me behind. A new part. Or maybe it had always been a part of me. Maybe the past few days had shone a light on the real me.
We were just a few miles from where my dad was gonna meet us when Nick pulled over to a little road siding. I still had my arms around him, and the engine was still running. He removed his helmet, and turned his head to face me.
"Hey, Kyle, before we get to your dad, I just wanna tell you that I really love you, dude. I think you're fantastic. Try and come up, and stay with me again. If you can. Please?"
I was so fucking choked up, I couldn't speak. I would've burst into tears if I'd tried. I took off my helmet, and we kissed for a long time. But it wasn't long enough. Time wasn't on our side. And as the miles whizzed by once again, I was getting closer to the reality I knew... a reality that was light years away from the reality I'd recently experienced.
Nick and I did our best to control our emotions when we met up with my dad, who was waiting beside the Kombi. He threw his arms around me and gave me a huge fucking hug. Yeah, it was great to see him again. I had the best dad in the world. He asked us if we wanted to catch a bite at the roadside diner, but Nick explained that he had to get back. Yeah, right. He knew as well as I did that we'd both be sobbing our hearts out if we had to prolong the agony. As it was, I was feeling really fucking miserable as I watched the CBR disappear into the distance. And I wondered if Nick's helmet was looking like a fishbowl full of tears as he headed home.
Naturally, dad wanted to know everything about my holiday… every second of it. I told him about the hiking, riding horses through the forest, swimming in the river, Nick's cooking, stuff like that. And when I told him about the tree trunk, and carrying it back to the bungalow, he cracked up totally. But I left the best memories unspoken. They were mine.
Hiya B
Well, we're back at school, and it's really hectic now. We've got about two weeks of school before the seniors break for exams. Then we only go to school on exam days. Mark only got back to school today. He flew back to Cape Town last night, so I guess he's got loads to tell me about his trip to see his dad on the east coast.
Hope you've been keeping outa trouble. YEAH, RIGHT!
Anyway, I had the most excellent time with Nick -- straight up. And you won't believe this, but Nick's friend's mom is Aunty B! I totally cracked when I was introduced to her hehehehe.
I've attached an account of what happened. Took for-fucking-ever to write! I had to do it in MS Word cos Notepad couldn't handle it. But that was cool cos Word corrects as I write -- well most stuff anyway.
I'll try and writeya during the week, B. Stay cool.
Your friend
Kyle
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