Date: Fri, 22 Mar 2019 16:21:04 +0100 From: David Roslyn Subject: Fear by David Roslyn (category: Beginnings) - Chapter 5 Disclaimers: This work is a work of fiction and is my property. The story and characters are fictitious and any resemblance to anyone or any actual event is coincidental. There are three distinctly different main characters that will appear as the story progresses. You should be legally allowed to read this type of material before continuing. As it is based on an actual book, I had published a few years ago – free for your enjoyment – the story will not contain explicit material in all the chapters BUT don't fret, as it is more the exception than the rule. Note that there will be a violent scenario. If this will trigger any trauma for you, please be aware of it before you start reading. Please direct any comments or feedback to my email address at davidrolsynauthor2019@gmail.com. Enjoy! And remember to donate to Nifty! CHAPTER FIVE James Since the original reason for me coming to Cape Town is now over with, I move hotels to Camps Bay and check-in to a classier hotel, overlooking the ocean. It's more of a three-storey, boutique style mansion, with modern finishes and wide-open spaces. The rooms themselves are spacious and, from mine, I can see the ocean through the large sliding doors that lead onto a wooden deck. There's even a small selection of books on a large shelf on the one wall. I settle in quickly and take the time to catch up on some emails and call my mother. She answers after the fifth ring. "Hi Jamie. You doing ok down there in Africa? Have you come across a lion yet?" It's nice to hear her voice. "Come on mom. Seriously! It's not like the streets are crawling with wildlife. If I want to see any, I have to go to a nature reserve or zoo to see them. Like everywhere else in the world." "Oh. Shirley told me that they had so many animals there that some of the locals have them as pets." I sigh. "You shouldn't believe everything you hear, mom. Though I imagine some people may actually have wild-cats as pets, but more up north of the country." "So, she wasn't entirely wrong. You haven't answered my question. Did your talk go well and are you settled into the hotel for your vacation?" "Yes, thanks." "Is it nice there?" "Actually, surprisingly so. You have to one day come see it for yourself. It's extremely beautiful here. The scenery is wonderful and the place reminds me of a mix between Rio, LA and Vancouver." "Interesting mix," "I know." "And, have you met any of the local guys yet?" "In fact, yes ... actually spent last night with one of them." I brag. "You, horny faggot!" I can hear her laugh. "How do you know me?!" "As a sweet innocent orphan, I picked up next to the road, begging me to love him." Her voice laced with sarcasm. "You're such a bitch you know." "I learnt from the best." She chuckles. "I'll take that as a compliment. How are you doing otherwise?" "Ok. Just busy. I'm leaving for Vegas tomorrow morning. Have to do some consulting there on a new store they're opening." My mom loves her job. Merchandising consultant for large clothing stores. "Sounds great. I hope you have fun and get laid." "You bet I'll do both." "Well, nice catching up. I'll call you next week." "Love you Jamie." "You too, Mom, always." I disconnect the call and go sit in the arm chair by the window to stare at the ocean. Such a beautiful view. My mom would love this place. *** For the next day or so, I laze around and enjoy the good weather and excellent food, especially the wine that accompanies every meal. But, soon I get an itch to explore the area a bit. A day at the beach sounds like a good plan. It will give me an excuse to check out the local eye-candy and see if Andrew was more the exception than the rule. Looking out my window at the beach below, it appears too busy for my liking and so, I go downstairs to ask the concierge if there's anywhere else that may be a little less popular. "I can recommend Llandudno, sir. It's on the way to Hout Bay and is surrounded by expensive houses and the Twelve Apostles' mountain range. It's not on the main road and you have to drive down a bit to get to it. There's a little inlet, where the beach is, with rocks on either side of it. I'm sure it'll be just what you're looking for." He stares intently at me and waits for me to respond. "That sounds great. How do I get there?" "Let me call you a taxi and they can take you there. It shouldn't cost too much." He picks up the telephone and dials for a cab. "Thanks." I smile politely at him and walk back up the stairs to my room, to get ready. *** The cab arrives thirty minutes later. Just enough time for me to put on some sunscreen, get my bright red swimming trunks on, as well as put on a bright-blue T-shirt and some white sneakers. The hotel provides me with a large blue swimming towel and I grab a small rucksack with my shades and sun screen, just in case I need to add more, and select a book off the shelf to read if I should get bored. It's Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens. I haven't read it in over two decades and it's one of my favourites. The cab drops me off at the beach a little later and we arrange for a time for him to return and collect me. I walk down the wooden steps, underneath the trees onto the sand and find it deserted, except for one couple walking to the left of me, near the rocks. They look in love and my heart twinges slightly. Oh, to be in love. I don't think I've ever really been in love before. Lots of sex and many friends, yes, but never someone I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Pity about the lack of eye-candy here though. Hopefully the beach will get busier later on. I lay my towel down on the sand and go lie down on it to get some sun. It's only 10:00 am and I'll do about an hour of sun-bathing before moving under the trees until around 2:00 pm. Someone once told me that it's best to avoid direct sunlight between ten and two, so I'm already pushing my luck. But, fuck that, I only just got here! Being a Thursday, it might explain why the beach is so quiet. Most people are probably at work. That's one of my main reasons I love what I do for a living. Having the ability to work when I want to. I put on my shades because the sun's rays are sharp, lay back and close my eyes, letting the sun warmly caress my entire body. It's glorious. At just after eleven-thirty, I'm seriously baking and get up and pick up my towel and rucksack before moving to the shade under one of the trees. It isn't that comfortable to sit directly on the ground because of the weeds and loose-lying twigs that can poke me in my ass so, when I spot an old worn-out wooden bench, I take a seat and get out the book. I'm about four chapters in when I look up, to ease the tension on my eyes, and notice him. A young athletic guy of about six-foot, in his early twenties, with dark brown-red-blond, messed up hair and a well-kept brown beard. He's wearing only light blue swim briefs and has a sizeable package on him. My interest's peaked. I can't help but stare. If a guy has a body and confidence to be able to wear swim briefs, then I'm going to appreciate everything's that on show. Putting on my shades to study him inconspicuously, I notice he's really gorgeous. The men in this town are really something. Of what I've seen so far, of course. Studying his movements, as his golden tanned body gracefully enters the ocean, he dives into the water without a care in the world and I can't help but observe that he's got a nice ass too. I continue watching him, swimming and then standing up in the shallow water and then diving back into the water again. Carefree and natural. Mesmerized, I watch him for a while until it becomes more difficult to see him clearly. He's gone and swam out further into the ocean and seems to be making the most of his time here. Removing my shades, I return to reading my book. About an hour or so later I realize the beach's a little busier but can't find him anywhere. Oh, crap! He must've left. Time for me to cool off and so I take my belongings and walk closer to the water's edge. Not too close to get my stuff drenched by the waves coming in, but at least close enough to the water so I'll be able to keep an eye on my stuff while I'm in the ocean. I don't want to swim, only cool off. Removing my T-shirt and sneakers, I make my way to step into the waves. My foot hits the water. Fuck! The water's freezing! Deceptively so, considering what a hot Spring day it is. It must be the artic currents passing us. I submerge myself up to my neck in the water and now and then go under, just to cool off my head. What a contradiction, between the icy cold water and the warm air above. When I come up again and quickly check on my belongings, which is thankfully still where I'd left it, I notice he's back. This time, sitting on a large eight-foot rock, overlooking the ocean, with a far-away look on his face. He looks so serious. Done swimming, I make my way out of the water and walk over to my stuff, grab the towel and shake out the sand, as hard as I can, before drying myself off. Laying the towel back onto the sand, I apply some more sunscreen. Just in case the water has washed it off, even though the bottle says that's not possible, since I'd put it on more than thirty minutes before I came into contact with direct sunlight. Better not to take any chances. I go sit back on the towel, with my knees bent, and put on my shades. Looking around, I keep trying to sneak a peek at him sitting on that rock. There's just something about him that draws me to him. I'm not even sure it's purely physical. He's definitely my type but there's more, I instinctively feel it. It's as if I have to meet him. He looks so carefree and spirited but with a hint of mischief about him. I get up and walk towards him to say hello.