MAX & THE CITY by KABS©
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CHAPTER 4
Max thought that Melrose Arch was just splendid! A little city within a big city; everything you need to survive for the rest of your life – at a fair price, of course – on a couple of acres of designer paving. Max meandered through the open air mall, occasionally raising his eyebrows at some of the prices in the shops. It wasn't hard to find the building where he was due for his interview in 6 hours, and then he looked for a cafè where he could just relax with a long black espresso, and watch the people.
Max's waiter seemed extremely friendly and extroverted, and thought that maybe it was because the coffee was good! His nameplate said TOBIAS, and he quickly got Max's story out of him, that he hailed from the Vaal Triangle, seeking his fortune in the City Of Gold, that his appointment was only at 2pm, that he had 6 hours to kill in the meantime, and very little about how his morning had gone thus far, except that it had been far more physically taxing than keeping track of unnecessarily long sentences, and that he would love to put his head down for a while before the interview.
"There's a very nice park just up the drag," Tobias said. "if you okay to just get down on the grass under a tree or something?"
"Oh, really? I think I might do just that. Have you got half litre mineral water?"
"Still or sparkling?"
"Still. And 2 cans of Minute Maid."
"What flavour?"
"Oh, I'll just choose two out the fridge on my way out... Is that okay?"
While Max nursed his coffee, he sent Scott a message with his mobile phone: "Very (!) successful ride. 6 hours early :-/ tx 4 cumming"
And to Deek: "Your bed STINKS bru what do you do in it haha just joking thanks for your room i'm in Joeys" [meaning Johannesburg].
Max groggily drained his coffee – he just wanted to go somewhere quiet and try and doze a little. He used the café's restroom to change back out of his interview clothes. A pair of shorts was more appropriate as summer was in full swing on the highveld. If Max had been a little streetwiser, he might have established that Tobias was also gay by the way he reacted when he popped from the restroom showing off a lot more arm and leg than before, and looking rather dashing, actually. Tobias was hard-pressed to not jeopardise his job by playing truant to stalk Max in the park. He grabbed a "FREE LUNCH up to R25.00" coupon out of the cash register drawer and galloped after him.
All he said was, "Here," and handed over the coupon with a big smile. "See you later, Max."
Max thanked him and carried on walking, briefly examining the lunch ticket - a nice surprise! - before folding it into his bag of belongings.
The park was flanked by the M2 motorway on the east, but there was a sign declaring it a bird sanctuary, so nature didn't seem to mind! There were a lot of trees, although one could not determine where the park ended, for the trees stretched out all the way to the horizon on every side.
A river snaked through the park, and Max found a shady spot under a fairly young Drakensburg yellowwood tree next to where the reeds grew tall in the river shallows. He took a drink of water from the bottle Tobias had sold him while he determined where the sun was and where it was going to – he didn't want to end up in the full wrath of the African sun whilst fast asleep! He laid his sweats out on the ground to lie upon, and then turned to face the reeds, snaked his content cock out of his joggers, and had a relaxed wee while he savoured the smell of the river, and the sun beating down upon him. Then with his head on his bag and a hat over his face to keep the insects out, he napped.
Oliver enjoyed spending a nice Monday morning at the bird sanctuary. He was a hairdresser at a small nearby shopping mall; most hairdressers are closed on Mondays in South Africa because the work normal business hours all day Saturday. He had recently imagined he had heard the call of the lourie around town; he had never seen a lourie this deep into the city.
As he crossed the threshold into the park, Oliver broke into a jog. The wind in his hair and the sun on his face were therapy for his soul. He jogged up to the lake and ran along the paving flanking it. There were no people about in this oasis of serenity between the humming motorway and the city.
He came to a stop at a drinking-fountain, then sat down on a park bench under weeping-willow to watch the ducks and just enjoy the nature. As he gazed dreamily out over the sparkling water, his gaze followed the line of the bank to a waterfall, and the river snaking off to the north. He took another drink at the drinking-fountain and urinated on the grass before striding off again.
He stepped over the wooden railing that keeps the traffic in the parking lot and carried on alongside the river. The sun was very enthusiastic already, and he headed off toward a copse of trees canopied by a big yellowwood. As he got closer he saw another figure lying in the shade. Half-expecting the sleeper to turn his head toward the sound of his footsteps approaching, Oliver considered the possibility that he was actually asleep.
When he was close enough to distinguish Max's breathing patterns, he approached with a little stealth. The gentle snoring confirmed the man was asleep. He stepped closer quietly to get a better look. The man had a very sexy body, but his face was concealed by a cap. He softly padded right up to Max and slowly lowered his ass to the ground in a squat and just sat admiring him quietly for a few minutes.
He wanted to touch his body.
Just a quick feel, just once.
He considered the pros and cons, and then bravely stretched out a hand and placed his palm on Max's body below his navel and stroked downward over the bulge of his penis in his shorts. Max didn't stir.
Oliver's naughty smile watched his index finger slide up the leg of Max's shorts and hook his underpants elastic over from one side of his cock to the other, so that Max's dick and testicles were bare to the breeze. Still, Max didn't stir.
Oliver lifted Max's shorts a little to peep at his tools, and then quietly rose to his feet and stood lingering over Max's body a little while longer as he pawed at his own erection, then slipped his hand inside his pants to move things around.
He looked around him and up in the tree for a place to hide from Max, so that he could watch him until he woke up, and see what he looked like. He wasn't big on tree-climbing, and wondered toward the river to see if the reeds could offer some cover. The bed was dry there at the edge, so he could wander a ways into the reeds before it got too muddy. He glanced back at Max for a moment before melting into the reeds as quietly as he could.
With occasional backward glances to see how much the reeds were obscuring his view, he found a spot in the reeds from where he could watch Max for at least a while before he finally saw him. He stood facing the sleeping man, and then unpacked his dick and his balls from his trousers and slowly masturbated.
