African Adventure - 6. Chapter 6 – Here comes trouble

The beach sand was already too hot to walk on so Joao and I took up position under the coconut palms and watched Nico and his team load the inflatable. It seemed that it was their kit, some camp equipment, some firewood and spare petrol that was loaded. Matti had appeared and was helping. Loading complete both the dive boat and the inflatable from the boat were pushed out and with Nico and his dive course leading the two inflatables headed for the cruiser at a good speed. I wished I was with them.

I remained watching as the inflatables arrived at the cruiser, then with the inflatables in tow the cruiser edged around the island and out of sight. Joao carried my pack into the shaded veranda seating outside the bar and fetched some Cokes. I paid him his $5 and he took off home with the promise to be back “now, now.” I took the chance to write a few postcards and to write up my diary.

I sat back and closed my eyes and remembered the events of the previous night. There was nothing negative only positive memories. I thought what an easy lay I had been. There I was ripe and desperate for the plucking and Captain sensing that, had obliged. I wanted more.

Joao arrived back with his broad smile, “We swim today?”

“Maybe later.”

I knew I wanted to fuck him but was not sure how to go about it. I didn’t want to make a fool of myself on my first time. I tried to visualise how I would go about it. Did I want to go somewhere privately with him or to let him make up a threesome with Captain as had been offered last night. I resolved I needed help and guidance and would therefore rely on my Captain.

Time had flown and before I realised it, it was the time the pick-up arrived with today’s load. I was well positioned to observe the goings on. The pick-up did have quite a load and perched on top of the load were a bunch of women including two tourists with their wide-brimmed straw hats. When the pick-up ground to a halt the women attempted to climb down with some dignity. Out of the cab appeared Luka and young male tourist. He was taller than Luka and his face was obscured by the floppy hat he was wearing. He looked athletic his exposed arms and his legs below his knee length shorts were well tanned.

“That’s Captain’s boy, Joshi,” announced Joao.

I looked with renewed interest. He took his hat off and I saw the dark hair, the dark severe eyebrows and little rounded nose sitting on the oval face. Good looking I thought, very good looking. I suddenly felt vulnerable. Was he coming back to Captain or what? Whichever way it did not look good for me.

Luka saw us and waved. Turning to Joshua he pointed in our direction. Luka picked up Joshua’s pack and led the way up onto the veranda to join us.

We made eye contact and it was nice. He stretched out his hand, “I believe you are Charlie?”

“I believe you are Joshua.” We shook hands, some more eye contact and he sat down on one of the easy chairs around the low table. Luka dumped his pack next to mine and shook hands with me then Joao. Luka spoke to Joao in the local language while Joshua glanced around to take in the sights.

“The boats gone,” he said pointing towards where the cruiser was normally moored.

“Taking the dive course to the islands,” I replied. He nodded.

“I need a pee,” and Joshua moved off in the direction of the men’s room. Luka followed. Finished they stood at the bar to get a drink. They stayed there talking for a while and then they made their way back to join us.

After a moments silence, “I see you have met our Captain already?"

“Yes, yesterday when I arrived.”

“You slept on the boat?”

“Yes Joao and I.”

He just nodded. He knew the score.

Luka excused himself and left for the village with Joao I supposed for lunch. Joshua called the waiter for a menu and settled on a plate of fries and I settled for the same.

“You stayed here for a while didn’t you?” I asked.

“Yea, for four months.”

“You studying the Malawi Cichlids?”

“Yea I was planning to work on my masters here.”

“Was?”

“Well let us just say it might not turn out that way.”

I had nowhere to take the conversation so I just nodded.

We chatted generally about stuff like where we were from, what we had done and how we had ended up there.

“Are you gay?” he asked.

“Almost sure,” I replied.

He laughed, “I’m a bit like that too.”

I laughed with him.

I liked Joshua, he was attractive, he was handsome but he had sad eyes. I cast my eyes over him again. Couldn’t see his feet hidden inside those hiking type sandals with the many straps but the only negative was that his finger nails appeared to be well chewed. I wondered about his cock.

“You look good to,” he smiled.

Luka and Joao arrived back.

“Coming for swim Charlie?”

“Sure.”

I grabbed my day bag and towel and Joao stashed my pack with Joshua’s in the sight and care of the barman.

We all walked down to the beach then across the small stream and onto the rocks. Joshua with his hiking sandals bounded over the rocks with the barefooted Luka while Joao hung back with me. We arrived at the flat rock when they were already stripped off and in the water. We did the same and both Joshua and Luka stopped splashing to give me the once over as I walked towards the water. Joshua seemed to be nodding his approval.

“Other than for the tan you are out of the top drawer,” he remarked, then turned away and splashed after Luka. I got hard watching them cavort in the most sexual way with it ending with what appeared to be Joshua fucking Luka while standing in water waist deep. They cared nothing about my or Joao’s presence.

Joao and I repeated our first time experience which once again was short lived due to my popping off quickly. The rapid ejaculation was fine as I felt self conscious. Joshua and Luka were out of the water but I waited for my erection to fully pass as I was too shy to walk out of the water swinging half-a-hard-on.

Joshua was about my size, give or take, but due to his half tone darker skin colour the skin colour change at the circumcision line was obvious. It was as good a cock as I had seen through all my years of schoolboy cock watching. He had nice feet too. It was once again true that Captain could sure pick them.

They were back in the water after a while but I could not see who was doing what to whom. I started to get hard and joined them in the water to hide it. Joao followed.

We all splashed around a bit then Luka paddled up to me and I could feel his hand on my cock. I reached for him. He was also hard. He laughed and turned away and swam back to Joshua.

“Watch the sun Charlie, you will burn in no time. Swim with your T-shirt on and you will be fine. Just watch your bum.” I followed the advice and took the chance to rinse out my underpants and shorts.

It was a fun afternoon interrupted once again by the sounds of an approaching boat. Standing on the highest point of the flat rock I could just make out the cruiser coming round the island towards the mooring.

I made as if you get ready to leave.

“Don’t rush, it will be another thirty minutes before the inflatable lands,” Joshua advised. I nodded but stayed watching.

“He fucked you last night, didn’t he?” I didn’t answer. I felt annoyed. It had nothing to do with him. It was my great night and it was private.

He let it ride.

We walked slowly back to the camp site. At the bar Joshua bought two handfuls of beers and with Luka carrying his pack made for the large umbrella tree without as much as another word.

I went down to the lake shore with Joao to meet the boat. Only Captain was onboard and Joao and I helped to pull the boat further out of the water and Joao made it fast to one of the coconut palms.

“Glad you were here Charlie,” as he shook my hand. I just looked up at him. He put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed. “Had a good day?”

“Yes, wrote some letters, went for a swim, you know.”

“Ah… a swim, you have something left for me tonight?” he smiled.

I smiled back and nodded.

“Joshi’s back,” announced Joao.

Captain froze, “Where is he?”

“In the campsite drinking beers.”

“You met him Charlie?”

“Yes, he seems a nice guy,” I replied.

“Alright, I’ll be busy in the bar with Sally for a few minutes, can you keep yourself busy?”

“I’ll go chat with Joshua,” and I made off in that direction. I found Joshua and Luka sitting under the umbrella tree. I sat down next to Joshua who appeared to have worked through a few bottles of beer already.

“Did you tell him I was here?”

“No, but Joao did.”

“You see what happens in this place. No sooner had I turned my back than some Brit bitch slides in and takes my man.”

“Which man?”

“My Captain. You want me to say the first part again?”

He looked me straight in the eyes and mouthed the words, “BRIT BITCH.”

I lunged at him. The weak punch glanced off his cheek as he turned his head away. He kicked out and caught me across the side of my jaw. I dived onto him and went for a headlock. His legs thrashed about then wrapped around my waist. We rolled over. I was on top again. He was trying to push me off. I tried to head butt him. Someone grabbed me from behind.

“No fight, no fight,” he shouted. I felt myself being pulled away. Seizing the chance Joshua landed a punch on my mouth. I kicked for his groin. He went down. I heard him cry out. I tasted blood in my mouth.

I struggled to get out of the grip. It was the security guard. “No fight, no fight,” he repeated.

I felt his presence. Captain was there. He stepped in between us.

“What’s going on here?”

“Your Yank fuck started giving me the verbal… called me your Brit bitch, so I sorted him… then the security guard took sides…” I was still breathless.

I didn’t see it coming. The punch landed on my chest. The force put the guard and I down on our asses. The guard scrambled away. Captain stood over me and pointed a finger in my face.

“Two things Charles… now listen carefully. One, try to get up and I’ll put you on your ass… two, shut your mouth or I’ll shut it for you. Got it?”

I gave him my best defiant look.

“Don’t try you luck with me Charles,” that finger again. Now it was Charles, he had never called my Charles before. I went into a sulk.

He turned to Joshua, “What you say to make him hit you, Josh?”

“I trusted you and you hurt me,” tears were streaming down Joshua’s cheeks.

“What?” Captain was incredulous, “you mean this is really about you and me?”

Joshua was sobbing and he nodded his head.

Captain took a few paces to the side and turned so he could see both of us.

“This fight is now over, you both understand?” It was a statement rather than a question.

“Luka.”

“Sah?” came the timid reply.

“Take Josh to wash his face. Right now,”

“Sah,” and Luka led Joshua away.

Captain turned to me, “You’ve got blood on your mouth. Wash it off. Now.”

I had a bottle of water in my shoulder bag and rinsed my mouth out, “You hit me,” I accused Captain.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because you tried to turn a good scrap into a bitchy verbal exchange, that’s why.”

“You knocked me down.”

“Look Charlie, where did I hit you?”

“On the chest, you could have stopped my heart.”

“I couldn’t bring myself to punch that handsome face.” He looked at me and smiled.

This man was something else. I stepped in and hugged him. He brushed my cheek with a kiss and gently pushed me away. “Later,” he whispered.

We stood next to each other. I had my breath back. I rinsed my mouth out again.

“Charlie, you did the right thing. You don’t have to take shit from anyone but next time make sure you have someone to watch your back before you get into a scrap, OK?”

I nodded.

The security guard had moved all the onlookers away and only Joao remained sitting next to my tent with his knees up against his chest, eyes wide.

“So what exactly did Josh say to you?”

As I started he interjected, “Stop. Charlie get you voice back to normal pitch, take a deep breath and stick your chest out. The last thing we need at this time is for you to behave like a whining wimp, OK.” I nodded.

I took a deep breath, “His exact words were ‘no sooner had I turned my back than some Brit bitch slides in and takes my man’.”

“Then?”

“I asked him who his man was.”

“And.”

“He said it was you and did I want him to say the first part again. He mouthed the words BRIT BITCH. So I hit him. I’m nobody’s Brit bitch.”

“That all?”

“Yes, ask Luka and Joao.”

“OK.” We walked back to the tents.

“Let me have a look at your mouth.”

“It’s nothing.”

“Shut up and open”

The light was dim and I doubt he could see, “Yes, nothing.”

Luka and Joshua arrived back.

“You OK Josh?” he asked, then pointing to where Joao was sitting, “Luka, you wait with Joao.”

He turned to us, “Come, I want to talk to you two,” and led was away from the tents.

“First, this fight is over, right?” Again not a question. He looked at me. I nodded. He looked at Joshua, he nodded. “Now shake hands on it.”

“That’s very British isn’t?” Joshua mocked.

“Josh you have a choice, either you shake Charlie’s hand or I bend you over and shove your head up your ass.”

Joshua offered me his hand. I shook it.

“Good, now there will be no more about ‘yank fucks’ or ‘Brit bitches’ unless you want a prolonged and painful sadomasochism session, do I make myself clear?”

Again he looked at each one of us in turn and we nodded.

“And Josh, I’m sorry that I was rough with you that night and hurt you. I’ve thought a lot about it and it was a combination of things but I’m sure it boils down to that I thought you were slipping away from me and… like men do, we end up doing the entirely wrong thing. I’m sorry Josh,” Captain stepped up close to him and kissed him on his forehead.

Joshua grabbed him and hugged and hugged. There were more tears while I stood around like a spare dick at a wedding.

They separated. “Now I have some damage control to see to thanks to you two little queers, so go into the bar and have a beer on my tab. I’ll join you shortly.”

We turned to go and Captain called after us, “Remember, behave like nothing happened. Nothing at all. That’ll confuse them.”

As we walked I took hold of Joshua’s hand. And that’s how we walked into the bar… you could have heard a pin drop.