Hello people!
Hope you enjoy this story. I wanted to do something special for Valentines Day and I thought I would dedicate this story to my lover and best friend.
Jacques, woorde kan nie beskryf hoe lief ek jou het nie.
Please note that there will be a few Afrikaans words and phrases in this story. Afrikaans is one of the languages in South Africa. I will explain what it means in the brackets. Now on with the story!
"Tiaan! Get out of that bed! For heaven's sake we're supposed to be leaving in a hour! Why can't you ever get up when we tell you to?"
Damn my father was pissing all over on my parade. I was so sick from the drinking of last night before I went to sleep. I have the privilege to have a mini fridge in my room and after I came home from my girlfriend Karen's house, I drank about 4 cans of beer since she, once again, refused that we have sex. Well, normally I won't do that, but me and Karen have gotten no where since we started dating about 2 years ago. We met on the first day in Highschool, when we where both Grade 8. (Here in South Africa you are normally in Grade 8 in the year that you turn 14.) Well, we hit it off as in totally when we were placed in the same group in our Science task that we had to do. We really enjoyed eachother's company and it didn't hurt that she was sexy as hell aswell. One thing led to another and later that same week I took up the nerve to ask Karen out, in which case she happily felt the same and accepted.
"Tiaan! I'm not asking you again!"
Well I guess I have to get up. Oh im so sorry, I haven't introduced myself yet, what a moron! My name is Tiaan Conrad Malherbe and I live in Cape Town, South Africa, in the surburbian town of Parow. Im 16 years young and in Grade 10. As I mentioned above, I have a girlfriend named Karen. As I also said, we haven't even gotten further than kissing and the occational touch on the boob and the cock. All of my friends claim to have gotten sex, blowjobs, handjobs etc from their respective girlfriends. All of them also know how much I complain from the lack of attention that I get from Karen, so I can't even make up a story about gettting laid even if I wanted to.
Now the reason that my father was calling me up at 6 in the fucking morning was that it was him and my mother's wedding anniversary. Yep, they got married 20 years ago on the 14th of Feburary, which is ofcourse Valentines Day. Apparantly my mother did not know of this wedding, until he kidnapped' her and took her to it, letting her think she was being held at randsom. When she was relieved from the blindfold that he tied around her eyes and she saw the entire wedding shits and what not, she jumped into his arms and the rest was history, while I came along about 3 years later. I know, it sounds fucked up but I guess that's how people did stuff in the olden days. Anyway, they booked a spot at the west coastal village of Saldanha, where they had their honeymoon, and we were staying for the weekend. Now im 16 and I see no reason why I cannot stay at home on my own, but noooooo, I have to go with them. According to my father, it would be character building'. WHAT THE FUCK???
Eventually I got up and went downstairs to the bathroom where I undressed and jumped in the already running shower. Oh fuck...the water felt soo good on my naked body, running over my smooth skin and down to my rapidly harding cock, which started to fill out more and more because of the sudden images of Karen which filled my mind. I wanted to do something to her sooo fucking badly, geez I was horny! I found my hand being glided over my body and gripped my full 15cm hard dick. It felt so good, im telling you guys, my balls tingled as I jerked the hard organ up and down very slowly. I leaned against the shower wall and started jerking faster and faster. Karen's pussy, which I have never seen (FUCK) flashed infront of my eyes. As the image of putting my cock into her snatch, my whole entire body shuttered against the wall and my white, thick cum shot out of my dick and splattered against the floor, aswell as some on my thigh. My gasped, out of breath and sank to the floor for a few seconds. Fuck, I needed to get laid badly. I quickly got up again and washed myself before my dad saw the need to come into the shower to pull me out.
Finally we were on our way to Saldanha, a full one and a half hour's drive. I slept most of the way as I was still not feeling good after last night; thank God that my parents were too busy talking about their weekend plans to worry about me laying in the backseat sleeping. I woke up when we were about halfway there, and I felt that the car had stopped. I sat up quickly and saw that we were at an arts and crafts shop that was standing in the middle of the road. I got out, really in the mood for an ice cold Coke and went into the shop. I got a can of Coke out of the fridge and then I saw my parents talking to an elderly couple. I frowned and walked up to them.
"Oh here he is. Tiaan, these are the Van der Heever's. We met them the first time that we were on out honeymoon in Saldanha and we became good friends. We had no idea that they opened this shop! Tom and Johlene, this is our son, Tiaan."
Well, what's new? No I get to meet old people whom I really couldn't care less about. But being the `good' boy that I am, I smiled and shook each of their hands. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a boy, who I thought was roughly my age; enter the shop carrying a crate of embroidery.
"Michael! Kom gou hier!" (Michael, come here!) Johlene called out to him.
The kid looked over his shoulder as he was already halfway to what looked like a store room, placed the crate down and walked over to us.
"Ja, Ouma? (Yes, Gran?")
"Come and say hello to Bernard and Lorette Swart. And this handsome young man is their son, Tiaan."
This Michael dude obiediently said hi to my parents and then he turned to me. Now...this is weird...I took one look at him, and...well there is no other way so say or put this, I melted. His eyes were so blue and so...beautiful and he was just sooo fucking sexy, what the fuck am I thinking? I have a girlfriend; I like pussy and im STRAIGHT! He held out his hand and my father gave me a nudge in the ribs as to not be rude. Then I realised that I have basicly just stood there and stared at him. Finally I felt my voice come back.
"Yes, ek is Tiaan. (Hey, im Tiaan.)
"Awe bra, ek's Michael. (Please to meet you, Im Michael)
What the hell was going on here? Why, why would I want to kiss this guy so much? I forced myself to think about Karen, and for a minute or so it worked, until I once again looked into those eyes.
"Well, we need to go. Tom, Johlene, it was so nice seeing to again! If you have a little time, feel free to come for a braai (barbeque). We are in the same resort we were the last time," my father said to the Van der Heever's and we left after saying our goodbyes. Before I could get back into the car, Michael came up to me.
"Hey dude, het jy mxit? Dan kan ons chat? (Dude, do you have mxit? Then we can chat more.)
I was shocked that this georgeous...I mean good looking, cool guy would ask me to talk on a mobile chat zone??? The moment after he asked me I was like...No way, Tiaan...but before I knew it I had given him my cellphone number and he had invited my on Facebook and on Mxit. As I climbed into the car and we started to drive off, I looked at Michael standing in the entrance of the shop. He showed me his phone and signaled that I should go on Mxit. As I entered the mobile chat zone, I saw his invite and immediately accepted. As we drove away, I saw that he had sent me a message:
`Wens jy kon langer bly, sexy!' (Wish you could have stayed longer, sexy!)
I WAS FREAKED OUT OF MY MIND! Not only have I seemingly just accepted friendship from a gay guy, but now he was flirtling with me! Later that hour, when we arrive at the lodge, I realised something crazy. If this was a week ago, or even a day, and another guy had sent me a message like this, I would have fucked him up into another world and make sure he got the picture that im straight...so why the heck did I not delete this guy or even sent his a message that that I wasn't interested? Oh God, was I?
Thanks for reading guys! Chapter 2 will be out soon.
Feel free to send me a little note if you have any suggestions or comments at ryanstories@yahoo.com
Also feel free to check out my other stories on Nifty:
My South African Journey (Interracial) No greater love than Rooney and Ronaldo (Celeb)
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