Date: Wed, 10 Jul 2002 12:28:50 +0100 (BST)
From: Benzedrine Bedlam <benzedrine_bedlam@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Safari Nights (part 2)

This story does not practice safe sex,
life is rarely so simple, so please
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Safari Nights Part 2

We were all a little subdued as we returned
to the jeep. Julius climbed up first,
placing Maggie gently on the seat. Toby
clambered in after him, taking a seat next
to his wife. I jumped up last, and took the
remaining seat next to Julius. Maggie looked
pale, but was putting a brave face on,
refusing to give in to her husband's
fussing.

"It's only a little twist!" She told him. "I
won't die."

"You should let him pamper you," Julius
beamed at her. What I wouldn't do to have
Julius beam at me.

"Enjoy it, Maggie," I said. "No one ever
pampers me."

Julius looked at me, his eyebrows raised,
then looked away smiling. I wished, not for
the first time, I could read what was in his
head.

The jeep's engine coughed then, cutting off
any further conversation. After several
attempts the ancient vehicle spluttered into
life, and we drove off, with the driver
explaining how he would find more elephants
for us.

We headed off into a more forested area of
the park. Julius stared out of the open side
of the jeep, his arm raised to hold the
binoculars to his eyes. His body was
twisted, presenting me with a view of his
back, beneath the olive green fabric his
broad shoulders tapered to his waist,
cinched by a leather belt holding up dusty
black jeans. The arm holding the binoculars
to his face was exposed, his shirt sleeve
rolled up to show the bulge of his bicep;
his arm was tanned and dusted with blonde
hair, my eye was drawn to a jagged scar
winding down his forearm, my throat
constricted at the thought of Julius in
pain.

Julius put his binoculars down, and nudged
me.

"Elephants." He said, pointing across a
shallow stretch of water. Looking up, I saw
that there were indeed elephants. Julius had
not turned round as he spoke to me, I could
not tell him that the elephants no longer
held any fascination for me, that the only
creature I wanted to see more of was him.
The jeep skirted the lagoon, drawing closer
to the mammoth beasts. As we crept closer,
we automatically quietened, despite the fact
that the jeep's engine was making far more
noise than out voices. We stopped mere yards
from the group of three elephants, separated
only by a thin screen of trees. Julius
turned to afford a better view, his movement
also improved my scenery.

>From his new position, I could see Julius'
face, strong bones defined its shape, square
jaw line and straight, slightly over-large
nose giving the face a determined character.
His eyes were shaded by bushy blonde
eyebrows. The laughter lines at the corners
of his cool blue eyes were generous,
softening the otherwise rather formidable
appearance.

Julius ran his tongue over his lips, they
looked so different to the rest of him --
soft, pink and plump, I stared at them, my
mind in turmoil. I knew now I wanted Julius,
and wanted him bad. As I studied his mouth
mine went dry, imagining those lips upon my
flesh, kissing my chest, my face, my lips.
As my fantasised kiss deepened into a
passionate, hungry snog I felt a reaction in
my pants, lost in my day-dream I did nothing
to stop the growing erection, I could only
gaze at Julius. He turned suddenly to face
me. Our eyes met. I was not sure what I saw
in those eyes, they seemed to be
questioning. Flustered, I looked away,
unsure what Julius was asking, I had no
reply.

The elephants sauntered off from their spot
near the water, moving deeper into the
forested area around the lake. The other
jeeps stopped for the view pulled off. The
driver turned the ignition, causing the jeep
to make nasty complaining noise. He tried
again, revving the engine. Smoke poured out
of the exhaust, Maggie coughed as it floated
over us. The driver kept trying the engine,
pumping hard on the accelerator in an
attempt to get the engine to catch. The
noise of the old jeep echoed through the
trees.

"We've probably frightened every animal in
North India away." I commented.

"Wildlife or not, we're attracting a crowd."
Toby said.

Just as we had stopped to see what other
jeeps were looking at, several vehicles had
pulled up near to ours, trying to find the
attraction.

"They want to know what marvellous sight we
are stopped for, and here we are -- broken
down!" Toby said, looking at the newly
arrived jeep.

"There! There!" I yelled, pointing excitedly
at a large rock.

"You gone mad, boy?" Julius frowned at me.

"It's a Rock-beast!" I grinned at him.

"Sick, kid. Sick!" He shook his head at me,
but he was suppressing a grin.

Just then the jeep roared into life,
coughing more smoke from its exhaust. We
pulled off, leaving the other jeep to figure
out the attraction of the stony wildlife.

"We will be heading for the bungalow now."
Our driver informed us, turning off onto a
smaller, rutted track. We bumped along in
silence for a while, each of us lost in
thought. Maggie sighed, her face was creased
with a frown of pain.

"I'm not sure if we should stay tonight,
dear." Toby said, looking at Maggie. "You
look as if you could do with your home
comforts."

"Well, I don't want to spoil the fun Toby,
but I am feeling a bit drained."

"You two could go back to the guest house
tonight, Chris and I can still stay in the
bungalow." Julius said, taking charge of the
situation. "Can you do that Mr Niyaz?" He
leaned over to ask the driver.

"Yes, yes, certainly Sir. I will be staying
also at the guest house, and return for you
tomorrow morning, 6 'o' clock. Yes?"

"Make it 8 huh?" I cut in, "One dawn rising
a week is quite enough for me!"

"Quite right, Chris -- I think we'll pass on
tomorrow. What do you think dear?" Toby
asked his wife.

"Yes, we'll leave you young boys to
yourselves tomorrow." Maggie grinned at me,
and bizarrely, winked. Was I the only one
not in on the plot?

We arrived at the bungalow a short while
later. The jeep drove off taking Maggie and
Toby back to the relative comforts of the
guest house, and leaving Julius and I
standing alone on the dusty path.

"Alone at last" Julius muttered under his
breath,

"Sorry? What did you say?"

"Alone, with nature, oh, and you, kid" he
replied, and picking up his bag strode into
the bungalow.

The building was a low hut, plastered white
with crude but colourfully painted motifs
lining the door and windows; the effect was
simple but surprisingly attractive. Its roof
was thatched with palm leaves, giving it a
rustic feel, almost as if it were a part of
the forest in which it stood. I picked up my
bag and followed Julius into the hut. As my
eyes adjusted to the gloom inside I could
hear Julius moving about in the kitchen.

"Hungry, kid?" He poked his head around the
open archway separating the living area from
the tiny kitchen. I realised as he spoke
that I was starving, my stomach agreed,
giving off a loud grumble.

"I guess that's a yes!"

I flushed and turned away from Julius, he
returned to the kitchen and began unpacking
the bag of supplies we had brought with us.
He moved about in the tiny kitchen with
ease, he seemed to be so relaxed in every
situation. I envied the confidence with
which he tackled life. I poked around the
little bungalow nervously, unsure if I
should unpack, or help what the cooking or
what -- I was more than a little nervous
about being in  so confined a space with
this hunk, I was not sure if I was more
scared of what he would do -- or what  he
wouldn't!

"Hey, kid!" Julius called from the kitchen.
"How's about giving me a hand in here?"

I scuttled over the doorway, there was
barely room for one person to move about,
with two it would be rather intimate.

"What do you want me to do?"

His hands full of vegetables, Julius nodded
towards the sink. "Wash your hands first,
then chop these." He told me.

I dutifully washed up, and began slicing.
Julius squashed past me several times,
fetching dishes and stirring the food. Each
time I would shrink away from him, terrified
that if I did not control myself I would
betray my lust for him. I couldn't bear the
thought of Julius seeing my desire and
rejecting me in disgust.

"Hey kid, I'm not contagious you know!" He
scolded me after one such passing.

"Huh . . . ummm -- sorry, I didn't mean . . ."
I stammered out -- frustrated by his
reproach.

"Calm down Chris, I was kidding -- I know
this kitchen wasn't built for two." He
smiled at me, and my world lit up.

"Here, have a beer and go sit down, we're
done in here now." Julius took two beers
from the bag and led me out of the kitchen.
I followed him out on the veranda and we
relaxed in rush chairs, sipping beer while
the dinner cooked.  We sat in silence for a
while, each lost in thought, I was glad of
the peace, the stress of the day was getting
to me, and I realised I was exhausted.

After half an hour or so, Julius got up, he
returned a few minutes later with two plates
of food, setting them on a small table, he
went back inside and came back with cutlery
and more cans of beer. We tucked into both
with healthy appetites.

Once dinner was dealt with I took our plates
into the bungalow, Julius remained outside,
watching the setting sun, I looked at him
for a moment from the doorway. His face was
so grave, I wondered at it -- how could he
be so carefree, and yet so confident? There
was a mystery with this man and I wondered
suddenly if I would ever be allowed to
unravel it.

Julius followed me into the kitchen after a
while. He leaned against the counter,
watching me clean; his presence unnerved me.

"Dinner was good Julius, where did you
learn to cook?"

"A man of many talents, me."

"What are your other talents?" I pushed him,
I knew nothing about this man and felt a
sudden need to understand him.

"I also make beds, so I'll get to ours." He
said, turning from me and leaving me alone
with the dirty pots.

I resumed stacking the dishes in the sink
and boiled water to wash them with. I
wiggled my shoulders, my back and neck were
all cricked up after the long day bouncing
in the jeep. I could hear Julius singing,
loudly and off-key, I grinned, how could he
be so relaxed? The singing grew louder as
Julius entered the tiny kitchen,

"I set both our bunks up in one room,
there's gremlins in the other"

"What?" I said, turning around to face him

"Gremlins, you know, nasty critters," he
grinned at my face, which was portraying
something between scepticism and terror. I
turned my attention back to the washing up.

"Nah, only kidding, kid, but you never know
what will go bump in the night." as he said
this, I felt something land on my shoulder,

"Agghh! What was that?" I shrieked jumping
about 2 feet straight up.

"Oh, that was priceless!" Julius cried.
revealing a truly cruel streak, he had
gently tapped my shoulder in a perfect
creepy-crawly manner. He laughed at me
unrepentantly as he watched me finish my
chores. His body dominating the room as he
lounged in the doorway.
As I was finishing up a gecko scuttled out
of its hiding place, with my nerves already
on a knife edge, I jumped at the little
lizard's sudden appearance.

"Jeez, you're as nervous as a kitten."
Julius came over to me, and wrapped his big
arms around me, taking the dish I was
holding from my suddenly nerveless hands.

"Leave it now Chris, you're shattered, come
and sit down."

I let him lead me into the bedroom, he had
made up the beds with the sheets we had
brought with us, the two narrow beds had
mosquito nets tied above them, just clearing
my head as Julius sat me down on one of
them.

"Relax." he grinned at me, "Undress, I'll
see if the shower works."

I obeyed Julius, I was really quite tired,
but when I removed my boots I realised I
needed a shower at least as much as Julius.
Allowing myself a moment of weakness, I lay
back on the bed, and pictured him in the
shower. He was singing again, a warbling
off-key singing, he seemed so full of
confidence, of life. I wished for a moment I
could be like that, just live for the moment
rather than planning, analysing every move,
every decision, till my opportunity passed.
I wondered what Julius would look like
naked, oh god, where am I going? My fevered
imagination was fleshing out that brash
voice with firm muscles, hard naked flesh I
wondered if he would have a tan line on his
ass, where would it be? How low, how high? I
pictured his body, hairy legs rising to... oh
god!

"Your turn, kid." Julius interrupted my
reverie. I sat up, blushing, and in my
confusion tripped over my own feet, Julius
reached out to steady me, dropping the
bundle of clothes he was carrying. As the
skimpy towel slipped from his hips, I gasped
and ran for the bathroom. As I scarpered I
caught only a glimpse of his manhood, and
his knowing smile.

The shower was refreshing after the intense,
dry heat of the day. I luxuriated in the
spay of cool water, my mind clearing. The
tension of the day had begun to get to me
and I felt my shoulders knotted with stress.
I dried off and quickly shrugged on clean
shorts and t-shirt, when I returned to the
small bedroom, I found Julius sitting on his
bed poring over a map of the reserve, he set
it down as I walked past him and sat on my
own bed. I sighed and wiggled my shoulders
to try to smooth out the knots before I went
to bed, but Julius' presence made this
futile. I laid down on the bed, staring at
the mosquito net swinging lazily above me.

I tossed around the bed, unwilling to look
at Julius, unable to rest. His presence in
the room was as tangible as the mosquito
netting, stifling me as much as it
stimulated. I wriggled some more, the
coolness of my shower was lost to the
tropical air now -- I felt hot, sticky and
stressed.

"Jeez, do you ever relax?"

I looked at Julius, "What do you mean?"

"Wriggling and sighing. I can't sleep with
someone so damn tense."

"Sorry." I sat up, staring at the rumpled
bedclothes. Julius sighed, I heard the
springs of his bed creak as he rose. I felt
his presence behind me.

"Chris, I'm sorry." He said gently, then
laughed, "I've just made you more stressed
now."

I turned to look at him. He was wearing only
a pair of black shorts, his naked chest was
shadowed in the low light, giving a stark
chiaroscuro effect of glowing rounded
muscles and dark shadows. Between his
nipples was a light dusting of blonde hair,
leading down in a line which disappeared
beneath the waistband of his shorts. I
looked up to Julius' face. Framed with
unruly blonde locks, it ought to look
pretty, the features were so fine -- but
Julius wore an expression too determined for
such frivolous beauty. I wondered what he
would look like when he slept.

Cool, blue eyes looked back at me. I
perceived then that Julius had been pretty
once, the hardness in his face now was the
result of life -- and whatever it had thrown
at him. Julius seemed to tire of my
inspection then; he turned me around, and
began to massage my stiff shoulders,
kneading the knots with large skilful hands.

"You're stiff as a board, kid."

"It's been a long day." I said, trying not
to moan too obviously.

"Take your shirt off." He told me. "It's too
damn hot for pyjamas anyway."

I obeyed him, pulling the t-shirt over my
head, eager to feel his hands on my naked
flesh. As I did, Julius reached over to his
bag, after rummaging for a moment, he pulled
out a bottle of sun tan oil. He pushed me
down onto the bed, so I lay on my stomach,
and sat down beside me.

He rubbed his hands over my back, smoothing
the knots out with warm strokes. I jumped
and gasped slightly as he poured the warm
oil over my back. His gentle strokes became
firmer as he  worked the oil into my skin,
massaging my neck and shoulders.

"Ahhh, that feels nice." I sighed. As I let
out a satisfied "mmmm." I wondered if I was
enjoying this a bit too much. What if he
just wants me to stop being tense. Of course
I tensed up immediately this thought hit me.

"What are you thinking, kid? Freezing up on
me like that."

"Umm, I was . . ." He moved to straddle me,
his knees either side of my hips, his ass
resting on my thighs.

"Thinking too much Chris, that's what.
Relax, enjoy it, I won't do anything you
don't want."

His hands kneading my shoulders moving down,
stroking my lower back. I felt him shuffle
down the bed, his hands now stroking my ass
over my shorts, long smooth strokes. I felt
a sudden surge of enlightenment -- Julius
wanted me, as much as I wanted him!

The tension which had been melting out of me
under Julius' ministrations, began to build
again -- but this time its focus was not my
back, but my cock. I could feel it hard
against the bed, straining for attention.
Julius worked his fingers over my cheeks,
each time stroking deeper into my crack.
Losing my inhibitions I pushed up against
his caresses.

"Oh, yeah, that's my boy." He breathed. "You
love it don't you?"

"Oh, yes." I gasped, my senses reeling.

Julius pulled at the waistband of my shorts,
pulling them over my hips and down my legs,
he threw them to the floor. Returning his
attention to my ass, he grasped firmly and
pulled the cheeks apart. Feeling something
warm and wet on my pucker, I gasped loudly.

"Oooh, Julius, oh yes!" I moaned. He
chuckled and intensified his rimming,
lapping at my twitching hole.

"I never imagined . . . Ahh, mmmm. It would
be so good, oooo, oh, oh -- yes!" I cried as
Julius slid a finger into my ass. My eyes
bugged out and my breaths came in gasps as
he pushed deeper. The sensations he was
causing shot out of my ass, sending shivers
all over my body. Julius laughed then, at my
whimper of disappointment as he withdrew his
finger. I saw him reach for the bottle of
sun oil, felt him apply it generously to my
ass, and then push two fingers into my
chute. I moaned a little, in discomfort as
his big fingers stretched my virgin hole.

"Ok kid?" He sounded concerned. "First time,
huh?" It was not so much a question, as a
statement, so I did not reply. "Don't worry,
I'll be gentle." He promised.

He laid his body alongside mine, and began
to nibble at my shoulder, biting me gently
as he worked his fingers deeper into my ass.

"Ahh, fuck, yes, oh, YES!" I yelled and
bucked against Julius. "Do it again, oh god!
Oh please. Mmm, ah . . . What was that?"

"What, that?"

"Urghhh! Oh oh fuck, fuck me, yes yes!"

"That's your prostate kid," he whispered in
my ear. "You like?" He said as he stroked my
button again, sending me yelling higher into
ecstatic bliss.

Julius began to work his fingers inside me,
fucking me with them. I struggled to get to
my knees, my cock, trapped beneath my body
so hard it hurt. Julius restrained me,
gently but firmly. He removed his hand and I
felt him climb astride me once more. He had
removed his shorts and I felt his naked ass
on my thighs, his balls, heavy with cum
dangled on my legs. Julius laid down on top
of me and began to kiss my neck, little
kisses, just enough to feel them tickling my
skin, sending shivers down my spine. I could
feel Julius' cock now, resting against my
crack, feel its throbbing as an echo of my
own cock's beat -- as if we were one being,
pulsing in unison.

"You want this?" He whispered in my ear.

"Oh yes, I want you Julius. I've wanted this
from the second I laid eyes on you." I told
him.

"Good. 'Cause I want to fuck your hot little
hole Chris." As he spoke, he moved his hips,
lining his dick up with my hole. "I wanna
ream that pretty ass . . ." He worked the
head into me. We both moaned. "God you feel
good, so hot! I want you bad, boy." He
groaned and slid another inch of his fat
cock into my chute.

"Oh Julius, do it -- fuck me."

He sighed as he slid his hard tool into me,
feeling him bottom out I adjusted myself to
the feeling of Julius inside me. My ass felt
stretched and full. I could feel my lover's
heartbeat within me.

My lover.

"Oh Chris  you are so hot -- and tight, god
you're tight."

I wiggled my hips a little, driving him
deeper into me. He let out a low moan.
Experimenting with the new sensation I
squeezed a little.

"Oh Fuck! yes! Milk me, oh god -- you're a
fucking natural! Mmm, yeah squeeze me,
Chris." He cried.

I squeezed my ass muscles again, eliciting
another cry from Julius. He began to pull
out slowly, as he did so, the head of his
big cock brushed that magic spot inside my
ass.

"Oh yes, that's so good."

"Keep that up, you'll turn into a cock-
junkie." Julius teased me, sliding his dick
slowly back into my willing man-hole. He
began to pump a little faster, brushing with
each stroke the little spot he called  my
prostate.

"Urgghh- - oh, oh! YES, oh god Julius,
that's so . . . I want you now -- fuck me,
oh! FUCK ME!" I screamed at him.

"Yeah, that's what you want isn't' it kid?
My big, hard cock fucking you. Ramming your
tender little ass." Julius gasped, his words
punctuated with thrust and groans.

My head was spinning as he fucked me, lost
in the sensation I was utterly in Julius'
control. He rose to his knees and pulled me
to mine. Still locked together we were now
in a doggie position which gave Julius more
leverage with which to hammer my ass. He
began to pump faster, his hands holding my
hips still as he slammed me. With every
thrust he grunted, pushing his dick deep
into my body.

I felt Julius speed up some more, his groans
becoming desperate as he strived towards his
climax. I felt a tingling in my nuts, and
began my own moans, begging Julius to fuck
me harder, to make me cum. Julius obliged,
leaning back and fucking me for all he was
worth.

"Oh yes, Julius, I'm cumming -- fuck me!
Make me cum. Oh yes!" I cried as my orgasm
hit. I threw my head back and screamed as
wave after wave of climax hit me. I was
vaguely aware of Julius holding me to him as
he filled my ass with his cum.

I felt Julius collapse on my back, the sweat
on his chest mingling with that on my back.
His chest heaved as he sucked in air,
recovering from his exertions. My arms gave
way under our combined weight, and we
crumpled onto the bed, a tangle of arms,
legs and cum. Julius leaned over me, staring
into my eyes. He kissed my forehead, very
gently, then trailed kisses across my face
until he reached my mouth. He placed tiny,
teasing kisses on my lips until I pulled him
to me. Our mouths met in a deep, hungry
kiss.

He began to stoke me, running his hands over
my chest and arms, then following with his
mouth -- kissing, licking, biting his way
down my body. His lips grazed my cock,
causing me to shudder as it re-awoke,
sending sparks through my body. Julius began
to lick the cum from my cock head, his
rasping tongue stimulating my cock to full
hardness. He stroked my chest and belly with
his hands as he pleasured my dick with his
mouth. The combination had me moaning within
minutes.

Julius' hands moved down to my legs,
caressing, then lifting them to expose my
now stretched and dripping hole. He moved
his body over mine, then leaving my cock,
kissed his way up to my face. Julius kissed
me deeply as he pushed himself back into my
ass. As I was now relaxed and lubricated
with the cum of our previous fuck, his dick
slid in easily. We sighed in unison as
Julius bottomed out.

Our love making was gentler this time, less
frenzied. We moved together, our mouths
locked together in a passionate kiss. Julius
pumped my ass to the rhythm of our hearts,
his fat cock filling me in a way I knew I
would never tire of.  Julius broke our kiss,
leaning back on his knees. He began to
stroke me, rubbing his hands over my body.
It seemed he could not get enough of the
feel of my skin. He moved his hands down to
my crotch, with one hand he stroked my
balls, moving them gently in their sac. With
his right hand he grasped my dick, rubbing
his hand over it. Julius lifted up my legs,
resting them on his shoulders. He held them
with his left arm and continued wanking me
with his right hand.

Julius fucked me slower, but with more
intensity than previously. He pumped with
long, sure strokes, hitting each time that
special spot in my ass. With his hand on my
cock, I soon felt my orgasm building. I
began to wriggle against Julius, trying to
get more of him. Julius laughed gently, and
speeded up, giving me what I craved. He
thrust into me, driving me towards my
climax. I heard Julius moans mingling with
mine, and knew he was close too.

I cried and moaned as my cum shot from my
cock, the first spurt hitting Julius' chin,
the second and third spraying my chest. I
felt Julius' dick swell inside me, seconds
later his cream coated my ass. Julius fell
panting on top of me. I stroked his back as
we came down from our sexual high.

On the edge of sleep, I felt Julius move
away from me. Frowning at his departing, I
turned to him. He was kneeling on the end of
the bed, tucking the mosquito net into the
mattress. A  moment later, his job done, he
returned to lie next to me. Gathering me in
his arms, we drifted off to sleep together.


Hope you like the romantic ending. I don't
have any more parts planned for this story
but do let me know if you think I shold
continue the tale.

benzedrine_bedlam@yahoo.co.uk

Thanks for reading,

Ben
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