Date: Mon, 4 Sep 2017 15:39:39 +0200 From: R Timm Subject: WHAT BOYS WILL DO ? South Africa - Part 1 (Gay - Adult Youth) WHAT BOYS WILL DO -- South Africa by Russell Timm © Russell Timm 2017 Contact can be made via: russell.timm@gmail.com *Other stories by Russell Timm: Africa - Boys on the Side, Into-Africa, African-Adventure-Series, West Africa -- Where the money talks, In Africa -- Boys Also Like Fast Cars, BOYS **IN AFRICA -- Man to Man, AFRICAN WORKSEEKERS - Do anything for a job* DISCLAIMER: THIS STORY IS FICTION AND THE CHARACTERS IN IT ARE FICTION. THE EVENTS AND SITUATIONS ARE FICTITIOUS AND INCLUDE DEPICTIONS OF CONSENSUAL SEX. *Part 1*: Tim's text message was simple, "Hi it's Tuesday what's for dinner?" The reply was equally simple, "right, 7 o'clock?" To which Tim replied, "yes". Tim was studying at the University of Cape Town, South Africa. At 19 he was in his first year of a commerce degree and was fortunate enough to have an off-campus apartment. On the negative side his allowance was small as his father had told him that he was there to study and not to party. The apartment block was down on main road. A narrow rectangular building it had recently been refurbished for the purpose of accommodating students it comprised garages at ground level, then two floors of single rooms each with a bathroom/shower and a kitchenette at one end and a bed, two comfortable chairs and a desk with chair in the open area. The top floor comprised the Mr O the owner/landlord's apartment and a handful of one bedroom apartments. Tim's allowance was calculated to cover food and general expenses but not his partying so by around the middle of the month he had started to feel the squeeze. Bar jobs and waiting tables where difficult to come by as so many students were looking for that work so Tim traded a night out for groceries and subsequently went hungry. Then something changed all that. The son of a friend of his father's stayed in the same apartment block. It was his second year in the apartment and Tim started hanging out with him for company and advice. Robbie was on the same allowance as Tim yet he seemed to have enough to feed himself and to go out weekends to party. Robbie had explained that he did odd jobs to bring in a little cash for the extras he needed. He never did say what jobs though. It was near the end of the second month of the first term when Tim was flat broke that he visited Robbie in the hope of getting something to eat that Robbie levelled with. It was a Friday evening and Robbie was preparing for a night on the town and was busy working his way through a bottle of wine. "Its cheaper to get half cut before going out as the wine in the bars is twice the price." "Gee Robbie, I don't have enough money left for food let alone wine." "Oh shit Tim, grab a sandwich. It's okay I've got enough money to cover the weekend and until my allowance lands in my bank account." Tim gratefully moved to the kitchenette started to put together a sandwich with what you could find. Robbie, wine glass in hand, came and stood next to Tim. "Tim, what I'm going to tell you now stays between us, right?" "Right." "I need you to promise me this Tim." "I promise Robbie." "Remember told you I did some odd jobs to get some cash to afford a little weekend socialising?" "Yes." "Promise you won't tell anyone." "I promise Robbie." "Well, I do some stuff with Mr O so he helps me out." "What sort of stuff?" "Physical stuff you know." "No I don't know Robbie." "Come on Tim, don't be naïve... sex stuff you know." "Wow really?" Robbie reached into the cupboard and took out another glass. "Come Tim, help me finish this wine." Tim took the glass and took a large gulp. "What sort of sex stuff Robbie?" "We started by wanking each other off, and whatever." "Whatever?" "You can go on from there. Next time blow each other, or whatever." "And nowdays?" "I sleep over on Thursday nights, so you can use your imagination. If you really need the cash then you need to get to start sleeping over because the rest just is for pocket money." "Really? How much?" "We can discuss that another time, but you can see I live OK don't you? ... but you know he likes you don't you?" "No I didn't know that. How do you know?" "He has commented that he thought you were cute." "Really?" "Yea, he said he would like to get to know you better... you know what I mean?" "Wow, OK" "Should I set up a meeting for you?" "When?" "Tonight." "I need to think about it... " "While you starve?" "Oh man... " "OK, I'll tell you what we do. I'll phone Mr O and tell him you need a small loan to see you through until your allowance comes through. I'll hint that you are hungry so he will invite you for dinner and you can take it from there. OK?" "Take it from there? Like How?" "Mr O is a nice guy, if he likes you he will take it slow. Just let him know that you are available." "How do I do that?" "Just be relaxed, and be in no hurry to leave. He will read your body language. If you can't go through with it then just tell him you must as you have to meet someone. Easy as that." "Sounds easy... " "What you got to lose?" "Nothing I guess... I can't go hungry every month like this." "OK, I'll phone him." Robbie made the call. "Good evening Mr O its Robbie here... I'm here with Tim Dunlop, he has a problem... he has run out of cash, food, everything and his allowance only comes through next week... he is looking for a small loan to see him through till then Mr O... I'm going out tonight but can bring him up at 7 if you are happy... yes Mr O, thank you for seeing him, goodbye." "Seven it is Tim, he seems happy that you are coming." "I couldn't hear what he was saying Robbie." "He said he would be happy to help a nice guy like you. You can read into that what you like." For a moment they were lost in their own thoughts. "By the way, you are circumcised aren't you, Tim?" "Yes, why?" "Mr O doesn't do foreskins." "Why?" "Who knows, who cares? Like some guys like big tits, some don't, some guys like big booty, some don't. Who cares?" "And he likes cocks shorter than six inches... I'm just short enough." Robbie laughed. The wine was starting to work. "I'm about five and a half." "Good, you will be fine then." "What should I wear?" "T-shirt, flip-flops and tracksuit bottom. No belt, no buttons, only elastic." "Should I go and change?" "Yes, I'll come with you, then I'll take you up at 7. But first one more glass of wine to steady the nerves." "OK, Robbie thanks. So the first time we just wank each other right?" "That's what we did on my first time Tim, you do what you like. It's your secret and I wont to ask you what you did ever, OK?" "Okay Robbie I get it." "Finish your wine, lets go." They went to Tim's apartment. He changed in silence. Clean T-shirt, clean underpants, tracksuit bottom and flip flops. "How do I look Robbie?" "Perfect, let's go." They walked up the steps to the top floor and along the passage to Mr O's door. "Remember Tim, you are here to ask for a loan, if you guys take it further that will be between you two." Tim nodded. Robbie pressed the door buzzer. *End of Part 1* Keep nifty open for such stories. Donate here: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html