The Lodge
By Kingfisher
If gay sex puts you off or offends you stop now. If the law prohibits your reading of this material you do so at your own risk. If your religious background and belief system opposes the expression of this work that's cool but I don't wanna here your opinion. Aids is real and this is fiction my work is condom free but in real life condoms are essential when engaging in casual sex. South Africa my country is ravaged by Aids and HIV, ignorance and apathy cost as many as 3000 people their lives daily through new infections. Think with your brain not your cock...play safe.
Chapter 1
Africa is a beautiful place and South Africa a beautiful place with a remarkable story. The land is plentiful, wildlife abounds and where the savannah grassland meet the Indian Ocean I, consider my piece of paradise. That why I Jason Tucker decided that the concrete jungle was no longer a place I enjoyed so I resigned my 7 digit salary in pursuit of my dream.
I bought a beautiful game farm over 150 square kilometers in size for what I consider a steal. The previous owners lost faith in the country and wanted a quick sell and emigrated to Australia seeking happiness, a common story. The property carried much wild life and game and a large double story house. This house was going to be part of the lodge I had wanted since I was a child. This was the beginning of INGWE Lodge.
My love of the ocean and wildlife was only a small part of the reason for my purchase the partner to spend my life with. Pressure from parents to marry and produce the next generation, pressure from corporate monkeys to have a trophy at my side at all the right functions, it was all just too much, besides I am gay always have been but hid it to climb that corporate ladder and earn the big bucks. My sex life was limited to one off encounters, no name events. I didn't know them and they didn't know me and that was fine, well at least it kept my balls from going blue. That was until about a year ago when the good work I'd done in the corporate world started being recognized by the media and interviews and pictures followed. Well I could no longer head to a bar without being noticed or have one off meetings without the "date" thinking I was there key to all things shiny and they would want to talk about me to mates. Success sucks, in some ways.
What it meant was that about three weeks after my first television interview and newspaper editorial I stopped seeing guys in an attempt to maintain my sexual orientation a secret and bury any rumors already circulating. I Jason Tucker was miserable so I quit, told everyone I was gay and headed out in pursuit of personal happiness and my dream.
At 5"11 175 pounds, sandy brown hair and deep blue eyes I consider myself well kept good looking 32 year old guy. The last six months since moving out to the farm have seen more changes in my physique than since I stopped growing at about 20. I have never been one to get my hands dirty and enjoyed a life of priviledge surrounded by house hands and the ability to pay people to do what was necessary . Here though I wanted to be involved in the development of INGWE lodge. No longer the average I was now quite the chiseled bloke. My face seemed stronger, my shoulders broader and chest wow my chest was cut like two peaks with large nipples at the summit of each. My stomache was flatter than ever with a feint showing of ripples which, even I admired leading to a tapered waist. My legs showed off good muscle definition and between my legs was 5 soft inches of uncut cock. I had a tan that made my skin look so healthy and showed my muscle tone.
Half of my dream now fulfilled I had a private game farm with every wild animal you could imagine, a 5 star rated lodge housing 30 guests at any one time in true luxury a staffing complement of 13 people including Michelen rated chef , reception staff , cleaners and 3 top game rangers whose responsibility it was to not only take care of the guests as far as game drives and bush walks was concerned but also ensure poachers were kept off the land. We were ready for business. Our first group of 27 guests was arriving from England and I wanted to be on hand to greet them personally.
I saw the bus arrive and went over to the reception desk pretending to be busy with absolutely nothing when a deep voice jolted my head up and there in front of me was the tour leader. Bloody long drive down from Durban International he said, I just grinned as this 6'5 black haired green eyed stud looked on waiting for me to say something. Welcome to INGWE lodge I managed to say you must be the group from Wimbledon London. Yeah that's us all 26 of us. Oh we were under the impression there were 27 I replied. Sorry bout that only 26 I am afraid. That's no problem Jason's the name I am the owner I trust your gonna enjoy your stay with us. Pete, Pete Townsend here from the looks of things I know I will, er I mean we will he said with a hint of red in his cheeks. I just looked down at the computer and found myself blushing as well. I called Sherie my admin manager and asked her to continue with the check in and I turned and bolted for the door. Did I here right, did he drop a hint or was It just the imagination of a desperate man trying to read something that wasn't there. I returned to the reception area and saw the group all going through check in and thought it good to introduce myself to the rest of the group. Informed them that the afternoon was at their leisure and activities such as game drives, bush walks and river cruises could be booked for tomorrow morning at reception during the afternoon and evening, Oh and diner is served from six thirty. As I turned to leave I bumped into Pete, sorry about that I said, everything okay. Great he said with a big smile, this place is even better than the website shows it to be. Well glad your happy, say would you mind joining me at my table this evening for diner. Love to he replied I have some questions about this place and the next couple of days I would like to ask you. Great I will be down at about 7 I replied, I was excited and my heart beating at a furious pace. I was the proverbial swan calm outside out of control inside.
The afternoon passed and it was great seeing all the activity and the staff as expected were at there best. To me the lodge was working. Time for the first dinner sitting and as I had said made my way down just on seven. There at my table was Pete just to the left of where I intended on sitting along with two other couples from the group and my head ranger Andre who would wow the guests with stories from his many years experience. Seeing Pete sitting there caused a stir I hadn't had, probably ever this guy was just gorgeous, he was 28 years old and a partner in a travel company in London and insisted on bringing this group to South Africa. He sat there in yellow collared Dior shirt and black pants, he looked up and smiled as I arrived. I greeted them all shaking hands with the gentlemen and kissing the cheeks of the ladies, and then as I shook hands with Pete I looked at him and our eyes met ... there was a connection, what was it, his smile, the depth of his voice or the fact that our handshake lasted a little longer than a general greeting should. The food was marvelous the conversation entertaining and the constant contact of his leg against mine driving me insane. As the couples left and Andre excused himself , Pete and I were the only ones left at the table. I looked up and said I believe you have a couple of questions for me. Ahhh yes that I do and he started to ask about the lodge and the animals. I thought now or never. How bout I take you on a personal drive at 5 tomorrow morning and I'll show you farm and answer any questions then. Great he replied and excused himself for the evening with a smile .
That night I went to sleep dreaming of Pete and when I woke early the next morning I was as hard as I can remember being in ages my cock was now 8 and a bit inches and standing proud and strong and seeking a firm grip. Not now I thought game drive to go on and my thoughts just made it harder. The Landy was waiting at reception at 5 as requested but Pete wasn't there so thought I'd better go give him a call. Knocking on his room door I heard a soft but deep Oh shit and feet heading towards the door. It opened and there was Pete in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs, 6"5 of absolutely gorgeous man and he had morin glory staring at me. He was big even bigger than me. Sorry I'm late come in just gotta throw something on. My legs were quicker than my brain and moved inside and closed the door behind me. Shit , shit, shit he said sorry bout this. Don't worry no rush. Next thing off with one pair of boxers and on with another showing a chiseled arse and now my mind was racing. Before I could refocus he was ready to go.
I took Pete out in the Landy to see all the farm and stopped at a secluded water hole where some animals were watering including a small herd of Elephant and dozens of Impala, Giraffe and Zebra. We sat and talked and then from nowhere this hand rested high on my thigh. I stayed looking at the water hole as did he. He asked me Do you mind my hand being on your leg, No I replied. I asked were you late on purpose this morning, yes he said. I knew if you were interested in me you would come get me yourself and if you wasn't you'd have reception call me. I see so I take then that you also like what you see. Yes he replied, in fact I dreamt you came to the door and let yourself in and climbed in bed beside me. Now that would have been too presumptuous don't you think. Not as presumptuous as this he said rubbing my cock through my shorts with one hand and the other reaching round the back of my head and pulling me closer till our lips met in a kiss that caused my head to spin. Wow that was , was, was it was fucking fantastic I said and I moved in for another kiss this time my hand placed squarely on his growing cock. I was in a state of bliss and all my senses were alive to this man who was making me so hot that the African sun paled in comparison to what Pete was able to do to me. We broke apart momentarily and I pulled down his shorts and boxers exposing his cock to the world. It was a work of art and my eyes asked the question and he nodded. Nine thick uncut inches stood proud waiting my attention Years of pent up desire were released as I went down on this monster thick cock. It tasted so good as I took more and more of this power tool in my mouth till I thought I could take no more. It tasted so good I just couldn't get enough and worked up and down his thick shaft savoring the bell end and dripping tip tasting the milk flowing from its opening and lapping up this precious resource. I worked his shaft to his low hanging balls taking them one at a time rolling them over m tongue, he moaned with the pleasure my tongue was bringing to his body. His hands sought entry to my shorts and became more and more persistent to the point of snapping the button off causing us both to laugh, but my focus was on his cock and working him to the point of no return, my mouth was loosening up and taking more and more of his masterpiece and after about 10 minutes my nose was buried in his pubic area. He was so horny he had forgotten about my cock and had both hands on the back of my head fucking my face with his cock. I was in ecstasy at the fact his cock was buried in my throat and bringing mne joy. I'm there he said and I just kept working that prime piece of meat next I heard a moan followed by a flow of warm juice that flooded my throat and entered my stomach I had milked this stud and was happy. As the flow stopped I noticed a smile cross Petes face. I lifted off of his cock cleaning as I lifted leaving no sign of my oral feast. We kissed and asked if we had time to switch so he could blow me. I kissed him giving him a taste of the residual of my enjoyment and said that we had to get back for breakfast. Later maybe , he asked. For sure I replied.
To be continued This is a first attempt at writing anything at all
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