December 2005 and I had just finished my final year at university in Johannesburg. I was 26 at the time and freshly armed with a master's degree in business from one of the best universities in South Africa, I was suddenly confronted with the rather daunting task of considering my future. One would have thought that I'd had the past 6 years of school to think about that exact subject but between university parties an internship at a top foreign bank and a really good degree - I'd suddenly come to realise that perhaps a career as a corporate climber was not for me after all.
I'd been to the supermarket with my now soon to be ex-room mates to stock up on booze and food, for a final party at the house we'd been renting together for the past 6 years of study. December is summertime in South Africa and this was a particularly blistering season at that. It was just past midday and the sun was baking down on Johannesburg at a balmy 31 degrees Celsius. We were all in holiday mode and full of excitement at the prospect of our futures. Save for me, I was uncertain about so many things, what once seemed clear was now, rather doubtful. The day was tinged with sadness for certain but the overall feeling was one of unadulterated liberation! We were finally free to pursue our passions and futures - trouble was, I was never more uncertain of mine then at that very point. Needless to say, I more then drank my fair share of wine and champagne at that evening's party. I'd left the heave of bodies on the dance floor in the lounge to catch some fresh air outside on the terrace next to the pool, I was blind, steaming drunk - and I had taken a hit of ecstasy to boot, so it's reasonable to say that I was.... fucked!
While standing on the terrace overlooking the madness-taking place all over the house, pool and garden, my best friend of 10 years Jurgen came to join me. Jurgen and I were like brothers and though we'd fooled around in the past, he was always more straight then gay so nothing ever came of it. This particular night though, under the summer African moon, he looked spectacular. A lifetime of rugby playing had left his body honed and tight and his dark curly hair framed his exquisitely chiseled face. He stood at a mighty 190cm's and had shoulders that just wouldn't quit...I recalled our previous ten years together with some melancholy as Jurgen was leaving for England in the new year to continue his rugby career. Instinctively we knew that this was it and that made the evening really quite special.
He looked straight through me with those dark, sinister eyes and I felt more then a shudder down my spine. Smiling sweetly he said 'Yeah, it's hot in there' I smiled back but said nothing, casting my eyes down instead. "Hey Peter, what gives mate?" he asked. "We are here, this is it' I said. 'It all changes after this, it's never going to be as good as this again is it?" I surprised myself at that salvo, I wasn't sure if it was what I'd wanted to say at all. Jurgen surprised me then - placing his beer on one of the cocktail tables, he raised my chin and gently cupped my face in both his hands, kissed me sweetly but with an intensity I'd not known before and stared at me dead on, not blinking, not even once. We kissed for what seemed like a while before he took me in his arms and said "Listen, everything that we had exists in it's own time and place, you're my best friend and that won't change - regardless of geography or time, this time and this place will always be ours" This sudden gentleness of this typical Afrikaaner male that I'd always known as a bit of a brute made this moment almost heart-wrenchingly beautiful. We turned to face the pool again and were silent for many minutes just enjoying each other's company before he asked if I'd knew what my next move was going to be.
I told him that I'd been offered a permanent job at the bank where I'd interned the year before as a business planner but that I wasn't sure if I was going to take it. He looked at me bemusedly not quite understanding. I explained that it felt as if the best part of my life was already behind me, that all our dreams of changing the world seemed so fickle and naive. I knew that that's probably what they were at the time but I'd always hoped it would be different for me.
A look of knowing came over his face just then and he mentioned that he'd seen an advertisement in a local newspaper for a charitable organisation looking for English teachers in the South American country of Colombia and that maybe taking a year out to do that might rearrange my future compass. I immediately laughed the idea off - I mean trying to find yourself is one thing but buggering off to the cartel and gangland torn jungles of Colombia was an entirely different matter. He shrugged his shoulders and picked up his beer bottle saying 'come on mate, it's too good a night to get all philosophical...let's go dance and get laid!" His enthusiasm was irresistible and off we went and re-joined the rest of the party. The evening played out as these evenings always do, there was dancing, there was drinking there were hook ups (some more successful then others) and then.... there was morning. That day two of our housemates would be moving out already and after the cleaning operation had been completed and bags packed and moved out, we said emotional but cheery goodbyes. In the following days the rest of my friends would move out and this left me alone by the end of the next week. I'd had a really emotional farewell for Jurgen at Johannesburg airport the day prior so I was not in the best of spirits...when it happened, the phone call that changed my life - it was my Father. Our relationship had been complicated at best (it's not easy being the eldest gay son of a conservative Afrikaaner in South Africa) and now it was going to reach breaking point. He'd heard from his friend at the bank where I was meant to begin working that they'd not yet received my acceptance letter for the offer of employment. I tried to explain that that was because I was not yet sure if that's what I wanted at all. Needless to say the conversation was strained and did not end well. It was then that I realised something drastic had to happen, it had to happen as soon as possible and it needed to be life changing. Peradventure, I recalled the conversation with Jurgen about teaching English in Colombia. I started to make a few calls and managed to track down the agency dealing with the whole process - it all happened really fast after that, before I knew it I was touching down in Sao Paulo, Brazil for my connecting flight to Bogota and two days after that I was at the school's staff residence deep in the Colombian rain forest where I would be spending the next year of my life.
Anyway, I was quite unprepared for what awaited me - Bogota the capital city of Colombia is a hive of excitement. With cosmopolitan Colombians, tourists and businessmen mixing in an exotic and (hot and humid!!) exciting atmosphere. I would be working for an organisation called Educación sin fronteras' or education without borders' and I would be located in Puerto Leguizamo' in the Putumayo-Caquetá' region in southwestern Colombia, in the state of Amazonas. The journey would be arduous as no road connections exist between this town and any other city and as this was a charitable organisation, there would be no internal flights provided in Colombia -- basically we would drive to Puerto Assis (a more then 10 hour journey through some rather perilous regions) then board a fast-boat' for the more then 5 hour trip down the Putumayo river to Puerto Leguizamo' and from there a bus ride for another 2 hours deep into the Amazon jungle to the village of `Ezperansa' where I would find my new home for the next 12 months. I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel a deep sense of adventure at this prospect.
So I disembarked at Bogota international airport, cleared immigration and walked into the sweaty and packed arrivals hall to meet the representative of the organisation. As I walked into the hall and took my first glance at this conflicted countries populace, I was struck immediately (and in no small measure) at just how...frankly beautiful the people are. The women are exotic and dark skinned; with thick black curly hair and that some had dyed with blonde highlights piled up high on their heads. Slim necklines gave way to ample breasts and tight, taut abs. Long Latin legs within stylish denim and knee-high leather boots. The men? Sheer, exquisite perfection with virtually no exceptions! Tall and olive skinned with black hair and chiseled faces, tight t-shirts straining against over developed chests and abs so hard the screamed at you from under those T-shirts...it was then that I suddenly remembered it had been somewhat of a dry season for me and travel fatigue to blame, I felt an all too familiar stirring in between my legs...not a great look when travelling in sweat pants. I quickly repositioned my shoulder bad so that a modicum of modesty could be preserved as just then I looked up to notice the man who would change my life forever.
Standing at least a head and shoulders taller then me, with long black curly hair, green eye's and smooth, olive skin, with a body as lithe as a jungle cat and legs as strong and powerful as a mountain lions, was the `representative' I had been (NOT)expecting.
With the ubiquitous white board with my name written on it between his large, strong hands, he smiled as he realised it was me he'd been waiting for -- and my heart may well have squeezed into non-existence right there.
He walked forward and extended his hand to mine but instead of shaking my hand in the formal conservative way I was used to, he pulled me closer to him and patted my back a few times with the other hand in what might have been a hug had I not completely messed it all up by moving backwards. I cursed my Afrikaner upbringing under my breath using words that my priest would not approve of. He smelt of sweat...but didn't stink. Quite the contrary, he smelled of ...man. Primitive, atavistic, man. Buenos Dias Senor' he greeted me. Mi Llama Juan de Santiago' Oh crap...' I said silently and tried to recall all of the 19 hours (flying time to Colombia) Spanish study I had managed. uh...mucho gusto' I muttered. He smiled politely then said perhaps we stick to English no?" his voice, arguably even more beautiful then the rest of him was deep and husky with a strong but discernable Spanish accent. Probably best I grinned, I'm Peter' As he reached forward to get my bags to place on the nearby trolley he had brought, I had the first moment to take a close up look at him. He was wearing a white T-shirt with cut off sleeves, blue jeans and beach sandals. As he moved to transfer my luggage onto the trolley, his biceps flexed then unflexed and those perfect muscles running down the side of this chest reacted accordingly also. I was suddenly rather looking forward to the long road trip, though I had to remind myself not to let him take my shoulder bag as my once disciplined penis awoken from it's long flight slumber only minutes prior had now gone into overdrive and I was the proud owner -- of a very public erection.
He showed me to the exit of the airport and cast a wry glance at my attachment to the shoulder bag...I don't think he noticed anything, if he did -- he was being very polite. But I would soon display a level of clumsiness that was quite unlike me.
Did you have a good flight senor?" he asked. "Look" I said, "If we're going to spend an extended amount of time together, let's kill the formalities and let me introduce myself properly" "My name is Peter" I reached forward to try and shake his hand properly this time...forgetting my prized shoulder bag and current... state. He immediately noticed and staring down at my crotch announced, Senor Peter, I think you are not the only one introducing yourself'. I looked down and felt my smile turn to anguish and the airport arrivals hall at Bogota airport became my prison very suddenly. Not wanting to risk any further embarrassment, I simply re-positioned my traitorous shoulder bag and continued walking straight out the main building. I could hear him chuckling behind me and whilst his laugh was just as gorgeous as his person, if that were even possible, I dare not return his gaze and continued walking.
If the heat and stifled departure hall were unbearable, what awaited me outside was a whole new level. The humidity had me sweating by the time we reached the car park across the road from the main exit -- and I mean sweating! I was quite literally drenched, great. My first impression was secure. He would think that I was not only a pervert, but a sweaty pervert at that -- and I'm too spend a year in the jungle with this man? He must have noticed I was suddenly a little, deflated if you'll pardon the pun because he said `don't worry Senor Peter, all first time visitors to Colombia must get used to the heat here, relax, get in -- we'll drive to my apartment where you'll spend the night. You can shower and change and then we'll head out for supper and some drinks -- you'll feel much better yes?" He was grinning like a marathon runner who'd just beat his own personal best. His voice was rhythmic and deep and I could almost feel the ageless, timeless history of his people. He had cool, calm confidence, very sure of himself and an infections enthusiasm about him as he gesticulated for me to get into the car. I accepted quite happily as had I remained in that position for much longer I may well have had need for my shoulder bag for perhaps the hundredth time that day.
He drove the way he walked, relaxed but with experience -- in the city streets ahead that needed some navigating, we headed out from the airport into downtown Bogota where he lived. On the way we passed myriad scenes that conjured up images of colonial travel across Latin America. Poverty yes -- but Bogota was surprisingly cosmopolitan to me. All about me the pulse of the continent played out it's daily drama in spectacular style. Street vendors peddled cheap toys and cloth alongside designer boutiques selling European brands and sports cars. Every so often a reminder of where I was made it's presence felt. Armed military men patrolled vigilantly and expensive American imported cars drove past in convoy with blacked out windows, concealing their secreted passengers. The smell of the city was heady and pungent...but not unpleasant really, it all made the experience quite real. I looked over at him, feeling fatigued from my long journey, I asked him how much longer it would take before we got to his apartment. `It's not much farther now Senor... Peter, perhaps 10 minutes' he smiled, those perfect white teeth making another appearance, so stark and beautiful against the dark olive tones of his skin. He had laugh lines I'd not noticed before. He suddenly turned back to me and I looked away guiltily... what was happening to me that I became so brazen?
We arrived at his apartment. It was in a really quant Spanish style building on the top floor...the 8th floor and there was no lift. Great. He helped my lug my bags up all flights and I was really quite breathless by the time I got to the top, breathless and sweaty -- trying to hide my unfit state from him I smiled through the pain, then fell over my bags as I reached the top landing! My second big impression for the day caused a riot of laughing. So now I was a sweaty, perverted, clumsy fool! Arguably better then the first. So, there I am, foot tangled in bag lying on my back on the landing outside his apartment.
He moved past me to help untangle my foot from the offending article looking all smug like he was rescuing me yet again when bam! He hit the floor himself, turns out his footwork was not so fancy after all and now, there he was, lying next to me, foot tangled with mine in the bag's shoulder strap, laughing at the silliness of the situation. We lay there for a few minutes before he turned to me and said you don't think we should move indoors?'. Perhaps it was the long journey, my fatigue or maybe it was the desperate need I felt to regain some of my lost ego based on the days events thus far but I looked deep into those Aztec green eye's of his and repliedactually, I'm ok right here'. With courage I had not known prior, I kissed him, deeply and full on. The taste of him sent shivers down my spine and for a moment I was...lost. He pulled back, a little surprised and stared me down. For a moment I thought I'd crossed a line but then, a sudden desperate need overcame him and he joined his lips with mine in a deep and passionate kiss, his taste was exquisite, his technique desperate. It was with every ounce of self-control that I did not overpower him right then, rather, I sensed something deeper stirring, even as he lay on top of me, his loins hardening against mine and the fabric of the cloth of his blue jeans straining to contain his penis, he looked deep into my eyes and kissed me again, this time pressing even harder against me. I opened my legs slightly to make our position a little easier and as he placed my face between his hands, I reached up and grabbed the back of his neck to pull him in even closer. The sun was streaming in through the windows and the dust from the landing floor, along with is scent filled my nose and I could no longer wait, I reached down to his jeans to undo the top button and slid my hands inside to find my prize. He had white, boxer shorts on that offset his dark skin, a thick black bush lead me to his manhood and it immediately responded to my skilled touch as I began to stroke him and release ever more of his penis from it's clothed cage. He reached down and stroked my own now rock hard cock through the fabric of my sweatpants and pushed himself down harder between my thighs. With one skilled move, he completely released my dick from my boxers and then stopped kissing me all to suddenly...he pulled back, smiled into my eyes, kissed me again and began to move down my body. With his strong tanned hands he lifted up my shirt and began caressing my nipples, which were now so sensitive I almost came at is touch. His tongue and teeth took hold, biting down hard I cried out with exquisite relief...for too long had I not had this pleasure only man could bring and now, I hungered for it with every single breath in my lungs!
He moved down my chest with tongue and teeth and then... then he found my 8 inch long, thick and rock hard uncut cock ...with his lips! It was all I could do not to shoot a long stream of hot come into his face but this was a pleasure I could not have ended so abruptly, with every last bit of reserve I had left and I dug deep and let him continue his work. My hands ran through his hair and encouraged his gorgeous head onto my aching cock, he ran his tongue down the shaft and pressed hard with his thumb on my perineum to increase the pressure I in turn parted my legs even further and lifted them slightly to give him more room. He lusciously began to take in my length and slowly, painfully with an aching longing swallowed my full 8 inches...I could no longer help myself and with a force I had long since not known began to push his head down hard into my groin...something was overcoming me and I could not keep it sated...I began to grind his face into my bush and fuck his throat with my cock...he gagged slightly which only caused more saliva to run down between my legs, the sweaty, salty lubrication carried both his and my scent and I could not, not for all the money in the world hold out...My thrusting became desperate and fevered and he moved down harder and deeper, not wanting to miss a single moment of this union. I lifted my arse off the floor higher and higher as I felt the pressure begin to mount, instinctively he knew what was happening and responded with even greater enthusiasm, pressing down hard on my perineum with one hand and grabbing my arse to bring himself down on me even harder my breathing became sharp and I started moaning, with my eyes closed tightly and my head thrown back in exquisite fashion, my time was drawing near, very near as the cum now made it's way to the base of my shaft I let out a deep agonizing cry and sprayed his throat with rope after rope of thick, hot, sticky sperm...I'd not ejaculated in a while so there was quite allot of it and as my body went into spasms of blissful release he drained virtually all of it down his thirsty throat, there was so much of it that it was running down the sides of his mouth. He waited for me to regain to some level of consciousness and then moved back up to greet my lips with a taste of me...a taste of me made better by his own taste, we kissed deeply with my body eagerly reclaiming some of it's lost seed. We lay like that for a few moments, still not quite aware that we were in fact, still on the landing outside his apartment!
Then he pulled back, looked longingly into my eyes and with a mastery and skill I had not known before, whipped me around so that I lay in front of him, not quite on all floors, not quite on my stomach...he pulled my sweatpants down even lower and without so much as a warning buried his face between my arse cheeks, rimming me so wantonly I was instantly hard again with my cock dripping pre-cum...he reached forward and began to massage my penis with those god-like hands, taking care to lube my cock with my own pre-cum and then using that same substance with his saliva to ensure that my arse was well lubed and ready...and then, then it came. It came with such force and a vengeance that I thought myself on mount Olympus in communion with the Gods! Thor perhaps?
I could feel the tip of his cock teasing my arse and I pressed back to take it, to guide it home, moving above me skillfully, I finally found what I had been looking for...before I even had time to anticipate his next move, I felt his length inside me, slowly at first, then with a hunger and need that indicated a desire within his own self that perhaps had not been fed for sometime. I began to moan as he thrust all the way into me...I could feel the length and thickness of his cock all the way inside me and it was huge...perhaps not quite as long as I had originally thought but thick and hard...oh my God was it hard! I began to press back onto that hardness, determined that I should know all of him and he responded accordingly...all restraint was now abandoned and he fucked me ferociously, the need was great now, I screamed out in pain and bliss and he put his hand over mouth, using this new leverage to plunge even deeper into me. I was now spread out in front of him, with one leg on the stairs at an awkward angle...awkward but with it an angle that gave him a complete and unhindered view of my arse (I'm quite proud of my arse!) a view of himself fucking my hard, muscular arse that combined with his need to seed me eventually overcame him...either by sheer coincidence or his instinct he started shooting into me just as my own cock exploded for the second time that day. As I began shooting out ropes of cum onto the floor under me, this action forcing my arse into contractions that held his cock tightly between my cheeks...he came and thrust, came and thrust and this continued for some time! His cum was now dripping out of me but still ever more!
Eventually he fell on top of me, spent and regained his breath... or rather WE regained OUR breath! Then, as if remembering where we were and with the full realization of what had just happened...a shy silence overcame us as he stood up, I turned and lay on my back, finally getting a full view of his cock...the Gods knew what they were doing with this one!! Sheer magnificence...he lifted his shirt to wipe his brow and I saw his taut, brown stomach, with muscles that lead the V-shaped guide to his groin. Thick black bush, full low hanging balls and perfectly shaped penis that was a shade or two browner then the rest of him...thick, hard thighs... truly this man was a thing of beauty. He must have seen my examination because he smiled shyly...this simple act of modesty was sufficient to cause a slight stirring in my cock and this did not go unnoticed. So laughing he helped me back up onto my feet saying ` Senhor, perhaps it's better we get inside!" I laughed, stood up and dressed, we picked up my luggage and entered his apartment, now comfortable in each others company, he ran us a bath, we both stripped down washed each other off and then fell down onto his bed with the sunlight streaming in through the windows and with our arms around each other...we slept, naked and peaceful.
I awoke many hours later to find our bed deserted. It was dark now and the city had come to life around me. I heard music and people everywhere, cars hooting and people laughing. The smells and sounds of the city filtered into the room and I got up out of bed to investigate the sounds coming from the kitchen. I heard and smelled cooking, there was music playing and I heard him singing along in Spanish...as I walked out of the room grabbing a towel to cover my nakedness, I had a chance to survey his apartment for the first time. It was simply furnished but with care taken to ensure that it `worked'. A man lived here certainly, the colonial hard wood floors carried the Spanish theme brilliantly and the white washed walls were covered with artful photographs that contained him in some, others village people and jungle scapes. I realised then that he must have taken these photos and my interest in him increased.
I walked into the kitchen and saw him behind the stove shirtless, cooking with the same skill he mustered in lovemaking -- passionately and with abandon. I walked around the kitchen wall then jumped with a start -- he was naked! I smiled and walked behind him, he had not noticed me and I put my arms around him...he froze...then moved into my embrace, turning to kiss me, he greeted me. Buenos Nochas Amore' he said into my mouth and I kissed him back. His freshly showered skin against mine still sleep scented. I pulled back realising that I'd not brushed my teeth. ooh, uh...sorry...best I get myself to the bathroom and clean up' I said. Noooo' he purred you taste delicious to me' His deep Spanish accent rousing me yet again. besides' he continued, dinner is almost ready' Releasing himself from my grip, he pulled off my towel and threw it onto the nearby sofa. I had a semi going which he grabbed, stroked a little and kissed me again -- `first, we eat -- then we dance, then amore, we come back to passion' I smiled at my now erect cock I turned resigning myself to patience and I walked into the lounge and onto the balcony. I stared out over downtown Bogota and I finally began to think that in coming here, I might have mad a rare, very, very good decision.
We sat down to dinner, tortillas and chili beef. The chili roused my senses, and I suddenly woke up to the fact that I was actually quite hungry and ate with gusto. We chatted comfortably about each other's lives and interests and my suspicions were confirmed, he was indeed the photographer. He blushed when I showed how impressed I was with the quality of his work and he laughed when I told him how I had come to the decision to come to Colombia. After dinner he dressed and I showered and got ready to go out, we went to one of the local clubs in his `barrio' where we drank mojito's and danced. It was hot, sultry and sweaty and the samba and salsa beats set the tone. The heady mix of rum and heat went straight to my head and I was quite drunk by the time we left for home. We walked arm in arm through the busy streets of Bogota and stopped to buy some fast food, he laughed at my clumsy Spanish and I fed him fried plantains as we sat at one of the late-night street side eateries. The whole scene was quite exhilarating.
However, there was a dark undertone within me, that horrible premonition that I often had when things were going really well, that some awful event was just upon the horizon...sadly, I had seldom been wrong.
Whatever it was, it would not happen tonight and no amount of melancholy would be tolerated in mine own self tonight. This I would enjoy and enjoy I did. We left the restaurant just as the sun was beginning to rise and Bogota's morning crowd began to rise. We made to the apartment at around 06:00, closed the curtains and fell into each other's arms. We made love with less urgency then before, with him above me, staring deep into my eyes, he entered me for the second time in as many days and gently rocked me to orgasm. He collapsed on top me, finally spent and still inside me, fell asleep. A euphoric and almost strange feeling came over me in waves as I drifted off to sleep, struggling to find its name.
Then, just as sleep claimed me, I realised. It was love. One day in Bogota, one frantic fuck and one gentle love making session later and I, was in love.
I smiled and went into dreamland.
He woke me that afternoon with a kiss saying Peter, it is time. We have to leave for Amazonas' I smiled and kissed him back, excited for the adventure that awaited me but sad at having to leave our little cocoon. Peter, just one thing...the past days have been amazing but we must remember to be careful, this is still Colombia...' He felt awkward at having to say this but I understood...I'm South African after all. I kissed him and smiled knowingly. Got up, had a quick shower with him and dressed. We got our things together and left his apartment, both aware of the tinge of sadness. He smiled as we crossed the landing and I blushed. Arm in arm we walked down to his truck and left Bogota. We would meet the rest of our journeymen and women at a central point about an hour outside of Bogotá where the arduous journey that would take us deep into the Amazon jungle, would finally begin.
We met the rest of our group and I introduced myself to the campaign leader. An American woman called Amy Withers. She was one of those off to save the starving masses types' and whilst not completely unpleasant, had that typical American attitude that foreigners find quite unforgiveable. She would later become my best friend, however for now her attraction to Juan made her my archenemy. The fact that she could not be bothered to conceal it inflamed my distaste for her even further. I caught myself easy boy' I muttered under my breath as I remembered that I'd only known him for all of two days...what was happening to me?
The camp point was a vast sprawling complex where volunteers, journalists, doctors, educators, nurses, N.G.O monitors and other intrepid adventurers all met awaiting orders, transport or who were returning from various assignments. There were more seasoned travelers scoffing at `newbies' like myself, clearly still enamoured with our new surroundings and making silly, naïve comments wanting to appear more intellectual and experienced then what we were.
Juan had gone off to register his own presence with the respective agency and I was left setting up camp with my fellow teachers, Erich from Australia, Aicha from France and Esteban from Spain -- the last two were already finding much pleasure in each other's company. Erich was tall, tanned and good looking in that typical `blokey' Australian way. Aicha was tall and gorgeous, French-Algerian and in South America working on her dissertation for her degree in anthropology. Esteban came to take a year off from his own studies before pursuing a career with the United Nations. We setup camp together and got to know each other in polite and friendly conversation. A little while later Amy returned from wherever it was she went to with forms for us to fill out, indemnity, medical and a personal details contact form. She gave us all brown envelopes and instructed us to put any and all bits of foreign identification such as passports and drivers licences into these envelopes -- there was less chance that a kidnapper would be interested in us if they could not prove where we had come from.
All we had was our `Educación sin fronteras' ID cards with our photo's and name and surname on. There was an emergency contact number on the back and a rather ominous statement:
`The holder of this ID card is a volunteer and is not in a financial position to be of any use to abductors'
It was kindly written in English, Spanish and one of the local Indian languages.
We all received our cards, read the line, simultaneously stared at each other and smiled nervously. It was Erich who broke the stunned silence: `I think its time we had a beer mate', his Australian accent especially pronounced in this most exotic of locations.
We all agreed and moments later we were all enjoying a much-needed beer next to a roaring fire. I was missing Juan and wondering what he was getting up to. Still, I had a really good time chatting to my fellow teachers and it was many hours and a gorgeous sunset later that Aicha, the first to tire, excused herself and went to her tent to sleep. Esteban looked on lovingly, a glance not lost on Erich who immediately smiled and said `looks like you got your bases covered mate!' Esteban, startled at being bust so easily, looked away shyly and I joined Erich in a little giggle.
Erich told us about his life in Australia, growing up in a remote outback village and causing somewhat of a family crises when choosing not to continue the family tradition of farming, went to University in Sydney to study for a degree in Spanish and classic literature. He seemed genuinely disappointed that his family, specifically his Father did not approve and I immediately felt somewhat of an accord with him.
He was actually pretty good looking now that I really looked. He had stringy blonde hair and tanned skin. His brown eyes danced in the campfire and he had light laugh lines around his face. Broad shoulders and the classic `V-shaped' build of a sportsman completed his look.
The three of us chatted for a little while further when Juan made an appearance, he came to sit next to me and I could not hide my joy at seeing him, this caused a brow lift by Erich and a wry smile from Esteban but no real hostility. Juan just smiled and asked me how my day had been. We chatted a little longer, had a few more beers and then made excuses to our camp mates and excused ourselves. Juan led me away from the camp and down a path past the other campers and into the nearby jungle, or the beginnings of it anyway. When I asked about where we were going, he shushed me and said it was a surprise. It was then that I had a slight apprehension -- what did I really know about him after all? Here I was on the outskirts of the Amazon jungle in Colombia, being led away by a stranger for God sake!
I need not have worried, moments later after stumbling through the dense foliage. (Rather, I was stumbling and he was, as always skillfully making his way through the leaves and branches as if a jungle cat!) we happened upon a clearing. With thick grass covering the jungle floor and a small rock pool in the centre, I thought I'd stepped into a novel! Juan had gone ahead and prepared the scene...a blanket, wine and pillows awaited us and also a tent. Clearly he had longer termed ambitions and I instantly fell in love with this man all over again. This act had touched me so significantly, I might have cried if I were the type!
Peter, this is the heart of my country' he said, taking my hands in his and brining them up to his lips, he kissed them. This place is so beautiful Juan...I... I' I couldn't finish. I looked down, stunned at the sudden emotion in my voice. I brought you here for a reason Peter, this open space that we are in...is not naturally like this' he spoke intensely and with purpose. I sensed some sad and foreboding thing was about to be spoken. This clearing used to be a Coca plantation. All you see that is now open, was once dense forest...animals, people lived here, now all you see is this' he indicated around me and suddenly, the beautiful clearing did not look as such. I noticed for the first time clues to the barbaric farming that took place here. Bits of broken down buildings and a large metal drum that was now rusted with obscure bits of pipe jutting out from it. I would later find out that this drum is where petrol was stored in. Petroleum is once of the active ingredients used in Coca production. That along with cement, sand and other chemicals, which are used to extract the white paste from the green, leaf which will later be spread out onto big sieves and dried under powerful halogen lamps. Becoming the powder that I myself was no stranger to. I suddenly felt a little guilty, it would not be the last time I felt this guilt.
`Don't be sad Peter, I brought you here to see why you are here...so that you can understand. You are not just going to teach English, you are coming to learn and to teach. You will learn about my country and her people and perhaps take that knowledge back with you. Also, you will teach my people and give them a better chance' That moment right there, was the exact moment that my rather frivolous adventure in the jungle began to mean something a whole lot more to me.
I looked up into those magnificent eyes and not having anything intelligent to say back to him, kissed him instead. It felt good to kiss him again though this time, I think we both knew that something bigger was growing here then our previous lust fueled encounters would have us believe. We kissed in that most macabre of settings, juxtaposed by the raw South American jungle around us. I felt him hardening against me and my own cock responded accordingly. We pressed our hips against each other and our kissing became more fevered and urgent, that need was growing again and this time, no longer tinged with strangeness or unfamiliarity, our confident hands explored each other's bodies with a new reverence and an eagerness to discover more. He pulled away and led me to the nearby blanket, as he lay me down he whispered I think you are very bad for my heart Senhor'... I smiled at him and said mi Corazon tambien' suddenly remembering some Spanish. This surprised and amused him and he kissed me again.
As he lay on me and we began removing items of clothing, he reached back behind his head and undid the hair band that held his hair back. With that, his thick black, long hair came cascading down his subliminally gorgeous face. I reached up to bring him closer to me but he caught my hands and aggressively pinned them down above my head. He leaned with his full weight on me and I caught my breath. I knew that this was something he needed at that time perhaps more then I, no doubt our earlier shared intimacy now needing validation. He pressed down hard on my hips, my own erect flesh rising to meet his. Using one hand to keep my hands pinned down and the other to undress me further, we continued our clothed fucking for a rushed moment longer. I pretended to fight back against him...then sensing his strength, I no longer needed to pretend...he was strong, very strong and my modesty now gave in to my own masculine need to dominate and we fought against each other...each in a primeval manner trying to assert our own dominance.
We rolled around on the blanket, then the grass no longer caring... a rustling in the nearby foliage momentarily caught our attention, thinking it a jungle animal perhaps and after nothing came of it, we looked back at each other and resumed our battle. With each moment more clothing came off until we were both eventually naked. The weather started changing around us, it must have been doing so for some time but we'd just not noticed and a strong wind tussled leaves and grass. We were none-the-wiser at that point and simply enjoyed the thrill of this cool wind on our hot and sweaty bodies, we'd worked up quite a pace by then and were both breathing very heavily...eventually, Juan had me locked in a classic wrestlers position and there was nothing else for me to do but concede...he was the stronger party on this occasion. He was still fired up however and his hard flesh pressed against my back. I was battling to breath and something inside me recognised that this was a need in him, he was digging deep in this battle, he wanted to prove this to me...he needed to. He was breathing so deep as to almost be a growl...deep and luxurious against my ear, I slowly relaxed into him, arching my back slightly and pressing back into his engorged flesh. He finally sensed my surrender and slowly released me from his grip. I immediately turned to face him and looked deep into those eyes, the madness was slowly leaving him and his Aztec green eyes that seconds before were ablaze with animal lust were now turning softer again, more loving perhaps?
I reached up and grabbed his head and licked the side of his face, as a Lioness would when signaling her readiness to mate with the leader of the pride. This resulted in a new pace being set by him as he realised that in that simplistic acknowledgement of his dominance a bond of sorts was formed and in that bond, I promised to honour him, if he would protect me. There it was. He lifted my legs up high and I parted them further and now, with a new sense of where our relationship was heading, entered me purposefully and with a strength that was new to even him. My head fell back and he was on my neck, biting, sucking and licking, this was an act that was deeply symbolic, no longer just a fuck or need to empty out our seed, this was something much more. I felt him move inside me and I rose to meet his thrusts our fucking continued for some time, in an established and comfortable rhythm each thrust entering my soul a little more and with each thrust the pressure, the need, the moment building. I felt him thicken inside me and I closed down hard on his cock, squeezing down hard with my arse to envelop all of him. I opened my eyes and looked up at his face, his beautiful features were now contorted and raged, sweat dripped off onto me and I buried my face next to his and held on tightly, my own orgasm approaching with strength, I let out a loud and deep moan and came, shooting large strings of white, hot cum all the way up my chest. This drove him wild with desire and lust and he bore down on me even harder. The sound of our bodies slapping together and the sensation of my sticky, hot sperm, which had formed a type of glue keeping us together, was his trigger.
I grabbed hold of his arse and pushed him deep into my arse and as his breathing increased and his own build up of pressure neared release, he arched his back and howled out loudly and just then as his balls slapped into me one final time, I felt his cum start to fill me. Jet after jet entered my body and I willed my body to absorb as much of it as I could, this would be the only way that I would be able to keep some of him, to `own' some of him. We were together now but even in that mystical moment I knew that he was not mine. Not this man, he was a man of the jungle, of his people and of this country.
He lay on top of me for sometime, still inside me. I felt him begin to soften and as he attempted to pull out I tightened the grip of my legs around him, I knew that if I could hold him like that a little while loner, he'd be ready again and I was not done yet, I wanted more, I wanted a fill of this man that would leave me as molten wax, he had wrecked me. I was now a complete addict and he would not leave me wanton, not this night. As he tried to free himself from my vice grip I clenched down with my arse as hard as I could and with this, he finally realised what I wanted. He came down to kiss me but I did not want a soft and low key event, I bit him playfully at first but when he came in for the second kiss, I bit down a little harder on his lip, causing it to bleed slightly. This angered him and I felt him harder inside me, determined that I should not shame him in this way, he moved in again and this time I allowed him to kiss me and I tasted his blood on my tongue. Having this part of him sealed a new bond and sent shivers rushing through my body, up and down my spine I tingled with excitement. I moved a little lower under him and lifted the small of my back closer to him. He then moved into me and repositioned himself so that his cock was now virtually going straight into me. I parted my legs a little further and he lifted hem higher but I immediately sensed an opportunity and wrapped them around his back, forcing him down onto me, he laughed and I laughed back, this was more then just `fun' however, we would now after my surrender before, establish that I would be no mean feat nor pushover, that whilst he might enjoy sexual prowess, that I was be a partner to him equal never-the-less.
He sensed this also and he thickened inside me so that I thought I might burst, it was exquisite and painful, agonizing and liberating all at the same time. He moved out until almost exiting me completely, knowing what this would do to the sensitive, nerve filled area at the entrance of my arse, then when my breath sharpened in response, he bore down on me with his full strength and weight, hitting my prostate gland square on. This caused such raptures within me that I was now moaning out in full volume, I could not contain this man, I as a vessel simply did not feel sufficient enough! At that moment, the clouds, which had gathered ominously above us, released their load and within seconds we were drenched. The jungle thunderstorm raged around us, lightning and thunder tore the skies apart as hot, large raindrops belted down onto us...but this did nothing to quite us, in fact, rather the opposite. Realising the magnificence of this moment, we responded to each others bodies perfectly, I rose to meet his thrusting and he bore down into me each time, with perfect symmetry we were two beautiful, muscled and primitive creatures in coitus.
As we reached that moment, we slowed almost to stopping point, willing ourselves to cool engines and calm down, as soon as our breath was caught and the pressure subsided, we started again, staring slowly building back up to that blessed height, we did this no more then twice, neither one of us able nor willing to deny that moment any longer. On this our third journey to the edge, he smiled at me and said `ready?', this simple and honest action brought me right up that edge with him and I could not answer at all. All I could do was nod my head and kiss him hard. Pulling back, we braced ourselves for that moment when our orgasm would once again rip through our bodies, his came first this time and as his rhythm increased such that he was once again pounding down hard into me, his cock released it's load for the second time that evening and I was filled to bursting point. Remembering that he had not yet left my body, I felt many, many shots of his hot sperm enter me and I could not hold back any longer, not one second longer. I grabbed onto his shoulders tightly and lifted myself up using my legs, which were still around his waist. As my cock touched his stomach above, with one final push from my side, my penis responded and I shot out one long stream of my own white sperm. Some of it reached his chin and he laughed, I held on tightly for a few seconds more as my balls emptied their payload with finality and then collapsed on the ground under him. I was, in all senses, spent. He however, had one final trick! Not done, he pulled out of me, still hard and jacked his blood engorged cock to one final spasm and emptied the last remaining seed he had onto of me and onto my face. This was him reasserting his territory, marking me as it were. I ran my fingers over the place on my face where some of it was and licked it off my fingers. He came down over me and kissed me one last time. We were, finally, completed in our need for the time being.
The rain had subsided somewhat a minutes later ended completely, we stood up and walked back to the blanket that he had laid out before which was now many meters away. We were muddy and drenched, naked and bleeding in some places, such was the ferocity of our fucking but too exhilarated to care.
We dressed only to our boxers and quickly setup the tent he had brought with, thinking that we might have done so earlier! Our blanked was drenched but we'd not need one, it was hot and humid! Exhausted and delirious, we fell into the tent and slept virtually immediately, in each other's arms, content and feeling as if, even just for a moment, we'd found our place in this world and that place, was with each other.
........(ok, so I'm trying this for the first time, if you've enjoyed this, please e-mail me your thoughts and I'll get a second chapter going! peterjohnjnb@gmail.com)