The Waterfall Adventure
On Sunday I take a walk and go to the meeting spot Manuel said he would be waiting for me. I walk past the old green pond where I and my cousins used to swim as kids. I admire the green water, the bamboo grove around the bank, and sigh. What a wonderul and lovely place, just like in a nature movie. For whatever reason, my heart is leaping with joy.
Then, I walk uphill, which is a bit tiring. At last, I find the large forest that belongs to Grandpa. I walk along the edge of the woods until I reach the boarder to our neighbor’s farm. The entire area is covered in soybean plantation, which is a sea of green and fills the whole landscape. I admire the valley far away and see some roads and trees at the distance. I feel hot and drink water from my bottle and put it back in my canvas bag. I’d better hurry up, for Manuel shall be there shortly.
As I arrive at the clearing by the woods and the shady area, I admire the pebbles by the road. A wind blows and spreads this reddish dust cloud around. I close my eyes and wipe them. Just as it settles, I see a white truck coming my way. I look closely and see Manuel waving at me. Somehow, my heart beats faster, and I involuntarily smile and wave back to him. He stops and more reddish dust blows all around me again.
“Oh, hi Manuel!”
“Hello, my precious! I’m glad you’ve come! Hop on the truck!”
He is wearing a cool pair of sunglasses, and a green cotton shirt, which is three buttons open. It discloses his hairy chest and part of his belly. His barrel chest is strong. I didn’t know Manuel was so big. Anyway, I’m used to seeing him in his store, wearing his white apron and always behind the counter.
He’s also wearing a pair of purple shorts, which I find distasteful. They are not only too small for him, but they also pinch at places, especially at his private area. He’s wearing his old brown leather sandals, which make rattling noises as he walks. I also notice a slight scent of cologne on him. I suppose he is a typical bachelor—a big strong one. I wonder why he never got married.
“I didn’t know you had this truck. It’s nice!” He’s been listening to country music.
“I suppose I have to indulge myself at times, don’t I? Anyway, I hope you’ve brough your Speedos, Ken.”
“Speedos?”
“Yeah, otherwise, how are you going to swim in the waterfall, naked?”
“No! I mean, I’m going to enter the water in my shorts as I always do.” I cannot imagine myself wearing a pair of Speedos, which is super tight-fitting and pinches at places. I blush and say I cannot wear one, for I’m too shy. Actually, I lie to him, for I don’t have a pair myself, like my friends do.
“And are you? I mean, are you going to put on some Speedos?” I blush, fearing where this conversation might lead to.
“Sure, why not? The’re comfortable and very light.” He smiles. I feel a mix of feelings in my heart.
At the same time that I can hardly wait to see him in his Speedos, I feel afraid of being only on my shorts with him. I have no idea where this place is. I’m afraid it might be isolated and away from everybody. But at the same time, I have this innocent feeling I can trust this man.
The ride to the river is quite pleasant and I admire the lovely valley, the few isolated distant old houses, the long winding dusty roads, farm animals, and forests. Manuel says he knows of a lovely waterfall almost unknown to everyone. He says he’s found it himself at one of his fishing adventures.
That’s news! I didn’t know he liked fishing and swimming so much--exactly like I do. On second thought, most people in the country and our small town have nothing else to do on weekends, but fish and swim in rivers during the summer. So, this time he’s taking me to one of his most secret spots: the Ariel Waterfall, as he named it. I wonder where he got this name from. Perhaps from a book, who knows? I ask him why the name Ariel, but he says he doesn’t know it either. He just baptized it Ariel and the name stuck.
We go down a very steep hill and I gasp, holding tightly to my leather seat.
“Easy, Ken. I promise I’ll drive more slowly for you. Anyway, after the bridge we take a dirt road. It’s going to be fun!”
We cross the little concrete bridge and he takes left where we find a five barbed wire fence gate. It’s quite typical to have such a gate for tractors, trucks, or animals to cross.
“You wait here. I’ll open the gate for us.” He jumps off the truck and I notice his strong powerful legs and big arms pulling the rusty barbed wire gate. He comes back and we pass through the opening. Then he closes it again.
“Look, Manuel, you’ve got a small cut on your thigh.”
“Oh, that’s nothing, Ken.”
“Do you have a first-aid kit here?” He points to the glove compartment. I open it and find the red box buried at the deeper part, and beside it, some condoms.
The truck shakes as we proceed through the uneven road covered almost entirely with tall wild grass and weeds. My heart sinks as we seem to be entering an endless sea of bushes, trees, and wild vegetation. I wonder when he came here the last time, for the vegetation looks wild. The plants scratch under and beside the truck, making loud scraping noises. At times a branch would slam against the truck, making loud noises. I look behind us and realize we’re basically isolated from everyone. I begin to fear for our safety. I pretend I am calm but my heartbeat betrays me and I begin to perspire in the palm of my hands and forehead. Could there be jaguars or poisonous snakes around? Surely I’d never come around such a place, especially alone.
Manuel must be quite crazy, coming to such a place on his own. We begin to descend again and I am about to ask Manuel to turn back. Then, we finally hear the noise of water at the distance. We enter a wide area with low vegetation, a sort of clearing.
“There! That’s where we get off. We can walk the rest of the way to the water.”
“But this place looks so isolated. Are you sure there are no wild animals around?”
“Don’t worry, my precious. If they come around, I’m ready for them.” He shows me a large sharp machette. I gulp and wish I had never entered his truck. “I’m here to protect you against anything, my precious.”
“Well, how about putting it down, Manuel. One can get hurt with this sharp blade.” I plead.
Well, at least he isn’t afraid of being at such a desolate place. But I still wonder what he’ll do should a jaguar attack us. Surely his large machette wouldn’t even scratch the wild beast’s hide.
“Ok. But let me take care of your leg first, Manuel. You can get infection from that rusty old wire.” I inspect the cut and realize it’s a superficial one. I take some cotton and clean the wound with alcohol.
“Ouch!” He forces a smile. “Is that suppose to hurt like that, my precious?”
“Well, at least you won’t get an infection.” I put some more alcohol to his cut and more protests. I blow his small cut and put a bandage over it. I cannot help but notice his muscular hairy thigh. It feels warm to the touch and I feel something inside me, a burning and yielding feeling I can hardly explain, but which I like. “There. You should be ok now.”
“Thanks, my precious. I really appreciated your first-aid care.” He smiles and ruffles my hair.
We take a few things from the truck. I notice Manuel has prepared a picnic basket. How thoughtful of him.
We walk down the hill and the forest is thick and hard to enter. Manuel is persistent and does not seem afraid of spiders, scorpions, or mosquitoes. He uses his machette in one hand, while carrying the basket and a few more stuff in another. He looks quite an adventurer. Then he pauses and turns to me. He’s found a lovely pink orchid and hands it to me. I smile and thank him for the gift. We enter a thick forest and hear the noise of water getting louder. It’s no wonder people will not come to this place. It’s almost impossible to arrive here. Besides, what would you do in case of an emergency? This is an issue I have to address him later, for he could he putting his life at risk by coming here on his own. Finally he stops. He takes the bunch of tall grass aside and unveils the lovely view for me.
“What do you say, Ken?”
“Manuel, dear! This is paradise! It’s just incredible! What a beautiful place!” I look around and take in the lovely impressive view.
Hidden from everybody is this piece of paradise. The waterfall is not so high, about five meters only, but the stony banks and pools are impressive and very beautiful. They’re quite wide and are surronded by the tall lush vegetation.
We manage to walk on the shallow part of the river and reach a dry area, which is covered with pebbles. I smile and look around me.
“Say cheese, Ken!” Manuel snaps many pictures of me smiling and posing for him.
What a cool place! I smile to him and almost feel like crying, for being in such a lovely paradise is a privilege. Manuel puts away his camera, removes his green shirt, displaying his hairy and bulgy chest and belly. His back is also quite hairy. He undoes the button of his shorts and drops them. I gasp as I see this strong hairy man in his small light gray Speedos. I can hardly believe when I see his large member slanted to the side, but pressed against the fabric of his garment. He ties the lace and rushes into the water.
“Ken, come and join me!” He waves at me, as excited as a kid. I admire his hairy frame and his tiny Speedos, which leaves nothing to the imagination. Like I said, he is a strong man, and his legs are massive and hairy. His buttocks are firm, round, and solid. He takes a dive and emerges as happy as a kid. I laugh and take off my shirt. I feel his stare and become conscious of my skinny body.
“You should take off your shorts, Ken!” He laughs.
“No. I prefer to enter the water in them!” I finally enter the cold water.
“It’s cold, Manuel!” I join him and he takes my hand. I feel his large hairy hand. Our eyes meet.
“I’ll take you to the deeper part, let’s go!” He pulls me gently. I have no time to protest.
Geez, how cold! I beat my legs and feel the foamy water splashing all around us. I wish he would let me return to the safety of the rocky bank. Yet, what a sight to behold! We take a dive and emerge near the foamy water pouring over us. He swims in the direction of some large rocks and leans his upper body against it, disclosing his super strong and hairy chest. He opens his arms wide and turns to the sky. Then I join him.
“What do you think, Ken?” He takes my hand.
“D-don’t let go of my hand, Manuel!” He is holding my hand, while I try to find a footing near him. I feel afraid of being taken by the current. He points to a spot where I find support for my feet. I also lie against the same large rock. We both admire the blue sky and the lovely white clouds. I also notice some dark clouds at the distance. I think he also knows a storm is soon coming our way.
We decide to swim some more and come out of the water. As he comes out, his Speedos plaster to his body, and I notice how volumous his manhood really is. It’s so tight-fitting that I can almost make out the contours of the head of his manhood. I’m sure he is aware of my staring, but says nothing. Instead, he walks around at ease. I exit the water and join him. He spreads a large towel and we have a picnic. He lays down all the food before us. We have tuna sandwiches and a palm heart pie, which tastes incredible. He says he’s baked it himself, though he has a cook at his place. We eat with relish, and I drink orange juice. He prefers to drink dry red wine, which I refuse.
As we eat, I admire him all the more. He takes many pictures of me and says it’s going to be a souvenir for him to remember this special day. He also insists I have some red wine, which I end up accepting. I take just a sip from his glass. We both smile and we finish our meal. I help him put our stuff back into the basket, and he says he wishes to take another swim. I smile and stay where I am, taking some pictures of the waterfall, the forest, the lovely and isolated landscape, and at times, of him. He exits the water and poses for the camera. My hands shake as I take many photos of him flexing his muscles and posing for me.
“Ken, how about this one! Take another one of me!” He flexes his muscles and pulls his belly back in. I take many pictures of his hot hairy frame, his massive bulge, and his firm buttocks. He suggests we take a selfie. He says he wants to keep it as a souvenir. We get very close and he shoots a lovely picture of us. For a moment I can feel his protruding member rub against me. I blush and ignore it, for it’s just an innocent accident. He hugs and brushes his hairy wet body against me. I feel his bulge once more. Then, for no reason, he turns around and says he wishes to take his last dive in the cold water. I prefer to stay on a rock and dry. Moments later he joins me. He takes a towel and begins to dry.
“This is the paradise I wanted to show you, my precious.” He smiles proudly.
“This is so beautiful and so well-preserved. It looks more like a national park. I wonder who owns this land. It must be someone very rich, for this area stretches endlessly as far as the eye can see.”
“Whoever owns it surely wouldn’t mind us being here, my precious.” He finishes drying and takes off his Speedos. I turn around, for I do not wish to see him naked. He puts on his shorts and shirt.
A strong wind begins to blow and we admire the sky, which it quickly turning dark. He smiles and says we’d better be heading back to his truck. We pack our stuff quickly and head back, feeling the strong wind blow against the trees. Then, we hear a loud thunder. We walk faster and barely manage to get on the truck. Then, the storm comes crashing down on us. He closes the windows and turns on the A/C. He also spreads the towel for me to sit on, for my shorts are still a bit wet. We look out and notice how dark it is now. We admire the strong wind and water hitting the windshield.
“It’s impossible to drive right now, Ken. We’d better wait for the storm to pass.” Just then, a bolt of lightning flashes and we hear a loud crash! I scream and put my hand on Manuel’s bare chest.
“Don’t worry, Ken. We’re safe in the car.” I feel his chest and heart beat. He takes my hand and kisses it. “I’ll protect you, Ken, my precious.” I admire the ragging storm pass and feel more relaxed now.
“You know what, Manuel. Now I don’t feel as scared.” I smile nervously.
“See, Ken. The storm is already passing. There’s a clearing in the sky.” We lean on our seats and admire the rain slowly passing by.
“Now, how about heading back?” He smiles and starts his truck.
He manages to make a turn and we head back on the narrow road. His truck is surely powerful and has good traction. Then, he turns on his radio, and we listen to country music. We also sing along. I can hardly believe the adventure we’ve just had together. After passing the barbed wire fence gate again, we hit the gravel road and I feel much more relieved. In no time we reach home.
“Do you want to stop by and have some coffee, Manuel?” I invite him.
“Maybe some other time, my precious. I still need to get a few things done at home.” He takes my hand and kisses it.
“Bye, Manuel!”
“Goodbye, my precious!”
My family is surprised to see me dry and smiling. We wave at Manuel as he drives away.
My family asks me how my adventure was. I tell them it was amazing and describe the place. Later, I rush to the my bedroom, close the door, and open the window. I take out my diary and write an entry about today’s event.
‘Dear diary, now I came to understand my secret longings and feelings. You know, the same feelings when I see couples kissing and falling in love in these soap operas. Now I’ve met someone special. I believe he’s my guardian angel. And he says he’ll be there to protect me, always.’
What a lovely and fragile small orchid! I place it inside my diary and close it.
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