The outdoor shower
I was in the tenth grade on a geography field trip in the Golden Gate National Park. Located in the northeastern part of Free State it gets its name from the brilliant shades of gold cast by the sun on the sandstone cliffs, and especially the imposing Brandwag rock. We were staying at the youth hostel a kilometre from the main camp. The hostel was in a wooded valley and surrounded by sandstone cliff faces. It was an incredible setting.
We learnt how to abseil down one cliff one morning and had great fun. Graham and Ella were rangers in the park and made sure that we followed all the safety procedures they had taught us. After a after lunch, we had a geology lesson and were shown some uplifted strata, and later we went to a small farm dam where we were given a water safety briefing and provided with life jackets. We used the two-man canoes and had a lot of fun. Towards the end of the afternoon, we were tipping each other over, using the oars to splash each other and mucking about. Graham was on a paddle ski wearing a green Speedo monitoring the action. He had dark brown eyes and had developed muscle in the line of duty. He was in is late twenties and had an beautifully tanned body, and his red Speedo showed of his junk. If I stared any longer, I am sure I would have got hard.
After supper I walked away from the hostel area and followed a path through the thick Ouhoud (Old Wood) bushes. I had heard the owl calls the previous night, and equipped with my birding binoculars I went on a search for the Spotted Eagle Owls nesting in the area. Just under a kilometre away the path had a diversion to the right, which I followed.
I stopped in my tracks when I saw the wooden house. It had an outdoor shower, and Graham was showering. I focused my binoculars and saw him soaping his body. His dick was erect as he spread the soap over his chest and shoulders.
Facing away from the wall, his eyes closed, his tanned skin dripping with water from the shower he was pumping his hard dick, which was what I was focussed on. It was huge compared it mine, and his hand glided skilfully up and down. My heart was beating fast, and my dick was hard in my shorts. Graham's other hand massaged his wet chest, and his fingers teased his nipples. He moved his hand behind his arse and played with his hole. His dark brown hair, black in the dimmer light of dusk, was dripping. I watched intently as he shot ropes of cum onto the ground. He stayed there for a while with his eyes closed and continued to wank.
I moved away from the house into thicker bush, and released my hard dick which was oozing precum and copied Graham's technique which I had just admired. I came in no time and brought my, sticky hand to my mouth and licked off the cum wishing it was Graham's.
Around about the same time the next night I followed the route through the bushes to Graham's house hoping for another treat. His jeep wasn't there, but his green Speedo was on the line. I walked away from the house into thick bush and pulled out my hard dick. I spat on my hand and slowly glided my hand up and down thinking of Graham in his green Speedo. My balls pulled into my body, and I shot strings of cum, just missing my binoculars on the ground.
The smell of Ouhoud bush will always remind me of Ranger Graham.
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