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CHAPTER SIX Daniel
I'm sitting on a large rock, staring into the distance. The droplets on my body, from the dip I took earlier in the sea, is starting to evaporate. I can taste the sea-salt on my lips.
It's a beautiful day and what's made it even better is the sexy man I spotted earlier. A muscular guy in about his mid-thirties, with blond hair and a pair of sunglasses on.
He'd been sitting there, under the trees, reading his book when I passed him, heading up towards the hill to meet a pal of mine, Collin.
Collin had texted me earlier, letting me know that he was in the neighborhood and wanted to say hello. And so, I met up with him in the small parking lot behind the trees. The sexy stranger didn't even notice me when I walked past him.
When I came back down, the stranger was in the sea, seemingly a little weary of the deeper waves, keeping himself close to the water's edge.
Though, now, he's sitting on his towel, observing everyone around him and I'm sure he's glancing more in my direction than anywhere else, but I could be imagining it.
Only time will tell.
Time to take another dip, and so I stand up, making sure I've got my cell phone in my hand and start climbing down. I usually leave my phone in a secret spot, near the rocks, to retrieve once I'm out of the water.
Suddenly, my hand loses its grip and my ankle twists, sending me tumbling straight down onto the rough gravel-like surface below.
Trying to come to my senses and get up, I feel a sharp pain shoot up my leg into my hip.
I've fallen lob-sided, with one of my legs twisted sideways and the other one above me, flat on my back. My phone must've fallen somewhere on the sand behind me.
My ankle starts throbbing.
Fuck, this is just brilliant! It'll teach me for trying to do it with one hand.
I turn my body to try and get onto my knees, when a pair of strong hands grab me under my arm pits to help me up onto my feet.
Looking up, I notice its him, the blond Adonis of earlier.
"I'm such a peophol!" I moan to him.
"Sorry, what does that mean?" He says with a deep baritone voice, in an American accent. There's a concerned frown sticking out above his sunglasses.
"I'm stupid, basically." I try to stand on my feet but that sharp pain shoots through my leg again, causing me to wince. I sit back down.
He lets me go and picks up my phone and hands it to me.
"Take it easy. Let me help you." He kneels down and puts my one arm around his neck and takes his other hand and wraps it around my waist. He stands up, lifting me in the process, allowing me to put my full weight on my undamaged foot.
"Where's your belongings?" He scans the area.
I didn't bring a towel or a bag or anything, only what I'm wearing, which is practically nothing, and my phone. I forgot my T-shirt and tog bag in my buddy's car.
And, so I reply, "I don't have anything here with me."
"Interesting." He quips. "Hold onto me and I'll walk you towards a softer area for you to sit down and breathe. Do you think you've broken anything?" His arms are extremely strong, as he literally caries my weight, holding onto my waist and letting me lean on him while I hop on one leg.
What did he mean by `interesting'? "I'm not sure. I'm Daniel by the way." I hop with him holding me towards what I think is his towel. It's the only one in our direct line of sight.
"James. It's nice to meet you."
I'd say that again, even if the circumstances aren't on equal footing, so to speak.
He lowers me down carefully onto his towel and checks my feet, legs and the rest of me to see if I have any obvious wounds or broken bones. Making me rotate my wrists and feet and bend my knees and arms.
His touch sends tingles up my spine and I feel a flutter in my stomach.
Fortunately, except for a large graze on my shin, I'm not bleeding anywhere.
"You seem fine, Daniel. You were lucky there. It could have been worse." He takes his T-shirt out of his rucksack and lays it down on the sand next to me, before sitting himself down on it, with his feet in the hot sand.
I study him and notice that, though he has an attractive face with a strong jaw and prominent nose, he has a wise aura about him that I wouldn't expect from a man his age.
A muscle in his cheek jumps profusely, as he grits his teeth, as if he's trying to control himself in some sort of way.
My heart skips a beat and I try and calm myself down. He's really sexy and I can smell a whiff of an unknown cologne on him. Unless that's his natural smell, of course, but, hell, that can't be. No one smells that good, naturally.
"Your first time in SA?" I ask him, still staring at him.
"Yeah. Is it that obvious?"
"No, not at all. Just making conversation. You look at home here. Not like some tourist."
"I hope that's a compliment?" He grins.
My knees buckle. Man! He's got a beautiful smile. "You should do that more often."
He removes his sunglasses and stares with light-blue eyes at me, squinting because of the bright sunlight. "Do what?"
"Smile more. It suits you." I grin sheepishly.
I feel younger and more submissive around him. Strange for me, considering how cocky I usually am.
"Thanks," and he puts his sunglasses back on.
We sit there for a while, both staring over the sea, and I'm trying to think of something to say to him. He beats me to it.
"You feel better? Let me see if there's any swelling. That'd be a clear sign of a broken bone." He studies my foot and leg and, even though my ankle is slightly swollen, he presses on it. Except for me flinching a little from the pain, it's seems not enough to alarm him.
Yes, sir. I think to myself when I realize that he's touch is giving me a hard-on. I have some swelling, but I don't think it's what you're referring to.
He sits back onto his towel. "You should be fine. If you want, you might have a doctor look at it. Just to make sure."
"I will. Thank for helping me out. I really appreciate it." Tapping him on his thigh. It's rock hard, solid, muscle. He must work out every day.
"No problem." He smiles again, looking at my hand on his thigh. I quickly remove it and lean back onto my palms and flop my head rearward to enjoy the sun on my face.
There's complete silence between us and a few minutes later I bring my head up and look at him. "We better make another turn in the water before the day's done. I think I can make my way on my own, now."
I flex my foot. It still hurts a bit but I'm sure it isn't sprained. Thank God.
Attempting to stand up, I can feel my leg and back are already in spasm but I persevere. I'm standing on both feet without any assistance from him and he joins me. We start walking towards the water.
Once we get our feet wet, we go in further into the water and my graze starts burning like a bitch. I grit my teeth.
As soon as we're halfway up to our waists in seawater, I dip my hands, cup them and splash him.
"What the ...?!" He looks shocked for a second and then does the same to me. Splashing around like a bunch of teenagers and I notice soon enough my dick's at full mast, regardless of the cold water. He's a fucking gorgeous specimen of a man.
But, my aching and now burning leg reminds me that I'm not quite out of the woods yet and I see he notices me flinch. Before I have a chance to mention anything, he says, "Let's go back to the beach and relax for a bit. I think in any case my cab will be here soon."
I nod. "My ride will also be here any moment and I can't miss it."
My dick has relaxed a little, thanks to the increasing pain on my leg and we make our way back slowly towards his belongings. He collects everything, shakes out his T-shirt and puts it on before we head for the shade under the trees. From there we'll be able to see our respective transports arrive.
Still sporting a mild boner, I try my level best not to draw attention to it. But, I can't hide it with anything in any case. I hope he thinks I'm that big, normally.
Having exchanged cell phone numbers during our stroll, I wish deep down that he does, in fact, call me. He's obviously on holiday, so I'm hoping he phones me before he leaves the country. I would really like to get to know him better. Even if it's to spend one night with him. I have a feeling he'd be a god in bed.
"Thanks again for helping me out there, James." I shake his hand.
"Sure thing." He smiles.
His taxi arrives before my lift does and we go our separate ways.
It's been a nice enough day at the beach, all things considered.
I get back to the estate after 6:00 pm and go take a shower. It's nearly dinner time and I haven't eaten anything since breakfast.
James is foremost on my mind and recalling him helping me with those strong arms of his, doesn't help the semi I've been sporting since I left him earlier. There's no time now to do anything about it, because I'm seriously hungry, so I get dressed and make my way to the canteen to rush through dinner.
I need to get off, fast! No visit to the bar tonight, which is a little make-shift drinking hole we have just for the senior staff and students on the estate. I'll rather head straight for the privacy of my room.
As I leave the staff canteen and step outside, Johan stops me. "Where do you think you're going?" He snaps at me.
"I'm tired and need to get some shut-eye before tomorrow. It's going to be a long day, Oom." I'm sure.
"No, you don't. There's some paperwork for you to sort out in my office and I'm not frigging doing it. Here! Here's the keys. When you're done, you can go to bed. It's in the red folder on my desk." He nearly drops the keys when he hands it to me, because he's already turning to walk off.
Fucking asshole!
I spend a good two hours sorting out the sales receipts for the day. What bull-shit! I'm sure it's his job anyway but since I'm a student, slash apprentice, it's not unusual for him to give it to me to do. He likes reminding me especially, who's boss.
When I finally get to my room, I'm too tired and not even horny anymore, so I strip down to my underpants and jump into bed. Fast asleep in seconds.
I wake up in the early hours of the morning sweating and hard from a dream I was having about James. It's still dark outside and my hair's flat and wet against my face and ears. I push it back with my hand.
Reaching for my rock-hard dick, I take it in my right hand and start jerking myself off.
My hand's also wet from perspiring and it feels hot against my dick. Hot like a man's mouth.
James' mouth.
I kick the duvet off me and push myself up to sit against the headboard with my knees bent, reaching with my left hand around my leg to get to my ass.
With my middle finger, I search for the entrance and push it inside myself, as deep as I possibly can and my dick responds, by swelling even more.
Fingering myself and jerking off, I feel my orgasm approach, and close my eyes.
"Oh, James. Fuck me!" I add another finger, shoving them as hard as I can into my hole. I visualize him fucking me.
"Oh, hell yes!" I moan aloud and shoot a wad of cum onto my chest and abs.
Once I'm spent, I remove my fingers from my ass and grab a tissue from the box on my bedside table and wipe myself off. I get up slowly and go take a shower and climb back into bed.
With my body cooler now, I fall fast asleep with a big smile on my face. Dreaming of James.