Date: Mon, 6 Oct 2014 20:47:28 +0200 From: Russell Timm Subject: WEST AFRICA - WHERE THE MONEY TALKS : PART 1 - SCENE SET WEST AFRICA - WHERE THE MONEY TALKS by Russell Timm © Russell Timm 2014 Contact can be made via: russell.timm@gmail.com DISCLAIMER: THIS STORY IS FICTION AND THE CHARACTERS IN IT ARE FICTION. THE EVENTS AND SITUATIONS ARE FICTITIOUS AND INCLUDE DEPICTIONS OF CONSENSUAL SEX. PART 1 - SCENE SET It was Friday and Jimmy rose with the sun, dressed and pausing only to drink a cup of water he set off at a brisk pace for work. At 16 he was lucky to have work in the depressed economic times in the West African country. Glad too that Mister Mike had come back to live there. Mister Mike had been there the year before and Jimmy had managed to get six months of work as his houseboy before he left. Those two months were wonderful memories because he had been the only one in his family working and the money was welcome. His basic pay had been $5 per day with lunch thrown in but he was able to earn that again through satisfying Mister Mike. He had learned the ways of man sex from Mister Mike and had been motivated to always be willing to enthusiastically offer his body for the extra cash. With Mister Mike back they had got back into the routine quickly and enthusiastically making up for lost time. Jimmy started work at 07:00 and left around 17:00 seven days a week. Mister Mike offered him Sundays off but he chose to work for the money. He and his family had missed the money in the time Mister Mike had been away. Mister Mike had left because he had been sick and had received treatment while away. Jimmy did not know what cancer was but had been shocked when Mister Mike had returned looking very thin and with no hair on his head and his body. Jimmy had heard others discussing Mister Mike's illness saying that he had come back to die there. Jimmy didn't care, he was happy Mister Mike was back and wished him a long life. His family prayed for Mister Mike earnestly every Sunday in church. Mister Mike had his good days and his bad days. On his good days he was up and about by the time Jimmy arrived for work and would be in the kitchen cooking himself his standard breakfast of bacon and eggs. Jimmy would get to work making the bed, sweeping and cleaning the house and expect to be called to the bedroom at any time. He always got to work early so he could take a shower in the staff-quarters and clean himself for what was sure to come. If Mister Mike went out shopping he would take Jimmy with him, Jimmy always enjoyed the outings even though they were by routine to the supermarket and the gas station. Other times Mister Mike went out alone but never left Jimmy alone in the house. By arrangement when Mister Mike left Jimmy would spend the time outside cleaning the yard. On his bad days Mister Mike might not even get out of bed to let Jimmy in. On others he would get up to let Jimmy in then go back to bed and instruct Jimmy to lock the door on the way out. On the odd occasion he would take Jimmy to bed where they would lie together naked in the spoon position with Mister Mike reaching over and holding Jimmy's cock as they lay. Jimmy was able to watch the TV with soft volume while Mister Mike rested or slept. Mister Mike would dismiss Jimmy to carry on with his work or to go home by telling him that the time counted as a extra. On the good days there was always sex. With a simple quietly spoken instruction, "come", Jimmy would follow Mister Mike into his bedroom. It had become a routine but nevertheless Mister Mike's powerful orgasms let Jimmy know that he was satisfying the man and his job was secure. There was an occasional variation on this theme which started with a shower where they washed each other in detail from head to toe before finishing off on the king size bed. This intimacy daily was important as far as Jimmy was concerned as the nights with Mister Mike belonged to others. The house Mister Mike was renting had a perfect location facing onto the fresh water lagoon but from the upstairs windows providing and uninterrupted view of the ocean in the other direction. The design was straightforward with a kitchen and a lounge/dining room, a guest bathroom, two bedrooms with shared shower and bathroom and access to the double garage downstairs. Upstairs off the landing was the main suite comprising lounge/TV room, bedroom and bathroom and to the other side off the landing was a bedroom with ensuite bathroom. For security reasons there was a solid security door at the top of the stairs with a code-lock. The TV room had a 42" flatscreen TV and couch and chairs while the second bedroom had a single bed in a corner but was set up more as an office and games room with another 42" screen and the best of computer game systems. The telescope on the tripod provided an excellent view of ships passing out at sea but also the ability to watch and photograph the swimmers both on the beach and in the lagoon especially those who used the creek inlet into the lagoon for bathing. Outside in a separate building were the staff quarters in one corner of the property which comprised a bedroom and a shower/bathroom and in the other back corner of the property was the shed where the power generator was housed. A raised water tank stood at the highest point in the back yard near the borehole. At the front of the property was the metal sheet double entrance gates leading directly to the double garage doors. The front door led into the lounge/dinning area while the back door led into he kitchen. All the windows had burglar bars and mosquito gauze screens and the doors had external flyscreen doors. Mister Mike had worked for an international logistics company up until he was diagnosed with cancer. The various policies the company had to cover `dread disease' had paid out handsomely enough to allow Mister Mike to live out the expected 5 years in relative comfort. Instead of dying alone in his home country Mister Mike had made the decision to do so in the place he had come to know so well among the people he had grown so fond of. The house was ideal and he managed to buy a used Honda SUV at a good price. He soon settled into a lifestyle and routine to be envied. It was just a pity about the cancer. Saye, the security guard on duty let Jimmy in and answered the question as to whether Mister Mike was up and about. He was and Saye was sipping from a mug of tea he had got from Mister Mike. Jimmy smiled inwardly because he knew that he would need to straighten the bed cover in the downstairs bedroom and put the hand towel in the wash. He knew there was some activity between Saye and Mister Mike but could only guess at what. There was the window of opportunity between the security shift change at 06:00 and Jimmy arriving around 40 minutes later. In fact Jimmy was pretty sure Wonbin and Teh, the other two security guards were also involved with Mister Mike somehow. Jimmy was right about all three but it was not his concern. One would be forgiven for thinking that Mister Mike would be satisfied with the four boys but he was not, maybe because he was now on borrowed time but then he had always been like this. Mister Mike's approach was that variety is the spice of life. This variety included Kou, a 25 year old female, whose slot was Friday nights for a sleepover. The relationship with Kou was based on genuine affection and the sex was good for both and if on one of Mister Mike's good days they would make love on three times in the night. Naturally the relationship with Kou had a commercial basis and apart from the sleep over included her cooking pots of the various local dishes which would then be frozen in portions for later reheating in the microwave oven. They were both happy with the deal. So were the gardener and the handyman. Samuel the gardener worked two days a week and the handyman Jonathan was a youngster who assisted Mister Mike with minor repairs and maintenance around the property. They both were keen to earn a little extra on the days they worked. The only one whose services were limited to the job only was the mechanic who maintained the power generator and serviced the motor vehicle. But his son, William, who drove Mister Mike around when he was not feeling well enough to drive himself gave a great blow-job and was called to drive and clean the vehicle more often than really required. Despite all this to keep Mister Mike busy he was open to opportunities with mainly boys and the occasional girl which where available on a scale some could only dream of. On that particular Friday Mister Mike woke early feeling good. Sleeping naked as was usual he walked downstairs to the kitchen to make coffee. This brought the security guard Teh to the window. `Boss, how you sleep?' `Good, Teh, and you?' `Ah boss, I don't sleep. I full time 100% security guard." `OK, then I need to shake your dick nice today'. `Yes please boss.' Mister Mike opened the door and let Teh in. 'Take off,' Mister Mike ordered and Teh obediently stripped off. Once naked he moved in close to Mister Mike knowing that Mister Mike liked to fondle his dick. And he did. Mister Mike liked cock heads more than anything else and loved to fondle them - tracing the shape and contours with his fingertips - and feel them swell as the dick hardened. The cut dick, all the boys in West Africa are cut and cut young, swelled quickly to its 5 inches and stood proud and upright. Mister Mike ran his fingers down the tight skin of the shaft and cupped the balls in his hand feeling the pair of eggs in the now tight sack. `Come', he said and Teh followed him down the passage to the first downstairs bedroom.Mister Mike took the baby-oil bottle off the bedside table and applied oil liberally to his cock and then to Teh's. Teh took the dicks, one in each hand, and rubbed the cockheads against each other. He started slowly, up and down, round and round, and the speed increased with his arousal. Mister Mike's cock was longer and thicker than Teh's and it was the smaller head that made all the moves. `I coming,' and with that he shot his cum up against Mister Mike's stomach and over the cockhead. Teh was panting as Mister Mike guided him backwards and onto the bed. Mister Mike positioned a towel under Teh's hips and Teh lifted his legs drawing his knees up against his chest, offering himself to Mister Mike. Mister Mike added more oil to the flu length of his cock and also to Teh's hole and moved into position on his knees between Teh's legs. `Put slowly boss, please,' whispered Teh and that is what Mister Mike did. With his thick head in Mister Mike rested allowing Teh to adjust. Then watching Teh's face his slid his thick cock in the full length, pausing only once when he read the discomfort of the boy's face. Fully in, Mister Mike took Teh by the ankles and spread and straightened his legs so he could get a full view of the boy's package and the movement of his own cock. Looking down on the post orgasmic soft cock and tight ball-sack Mister Mike worked up to a steady rhythm. Mister Mike found the shape of Teh's cock arousing with the change of skin colour at the circumcision line and the pointy cock-head. Mister Mike knew he would not last long and needed to cum while looking down on the boy's beautiful package. The thrusts when cumming were deep and powerful and caused Teh to close eyes, grit his teeth and moan from deep down in his throat. Mister Mike collapsed on the boy and kissed him deeply. Teh responded with a whispered: `Boss you fuck so nice,' then responded eagerly to the kiss. Mister Mike's cock slipped out as his cock softened, he then sat up on his knees again and reached down and fondled the boy's soft cock. 'This is a nice dick'. `Boss your dick is fat but exactly my size.' They stood and wiped themselves on the two ends on the towel. Before they returned to the kitchen Mister Mike hugged Teh, chest to chest, cock against cock and kissed him again. 'Thank you Teh, that was good for me.' Teh, smiled and they walked back down the passage to the kitchen. Teh got dressed and got a cup of tea in a mug and was let out the door with a $5 bill in his pocket. Mister Mike took his coffee upstairs to the TV room and settled down, still naked, to watch CNN's news on the satellite link. Saye took over duty from Teh at 06:00 and Mister Mike was alerted by the sound of the metal gates opening and then closing. After a few minutes the gates opened and closed again as Teh left. Mister Mike, still naked, made his way downstairs to get a coffee refill. As he rinsed his mug at the basin under the window Saye appeared at the window. `Boss, how da day?' `Hey Saye, how da dick?' `My dick need a shake boss.' `Is that all? When you going to take my dick?' `Hey boss, dat dick too fat for my small hole.' 'Then I must reduce your bonus.' `Please boss, your dick too big. Maybe next year.' `OK, see you next year.' 'No boss, I need a shake.' 'Now?' `Yes boss, before Jimmy come.' Mister Mike let Saye in. `Come', and with that Mister Mike led the way down to the bedroom. If Saye noticed the ruffled bedcover and the towel thrown over the bed he wisely said nothing. 'Take off.' And as Mister Mike spread the towel and picked up the oil bottle he quickly pulled off his t-shirt and dropped his shorts. Saye lay on the bed, head on pillows and a cock steadily rising to full erection. Mister Mike liked Saye's cock as at four - four-and-a-half inches fitted nicely into his hand. The head was no thicker than the shaft and was more rounded than pointed. Mister Mike sat on the edge of the bed and Saye reached for the older man's cock. `Your dick is tired,' he said as he fondled the semi erect cock. `Don't worry about mine, let's see if your dick is working,' responded Mister Mike. With a liberal amount of oil applied to Saye's cock started to jack him slowly but tightly while the other hand rolled his balls in a tight grip. Mister Mike always knew when Saye's climax was approaching as he started to jack the man off faster like he wanted on his own cock. Mister Mike responded by increasing the speed and slipping his other hand down to reach the hole and inserted the middle finger as deep as he could. Saye threw his head back into the pillows and moaned: `Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,' as he squirted his cum up over his chest. Mister Mike could feel the rhythmic contractions on his inserted finger and the cock twitched a few times dripping more cum as the erection subsided. Mister Mike was now hard and he applied oil to his cock, pushed Saye's legs together and mounted him laying his cock between the closed thighs with the cockhead up against the ball sack and began to slowly slide up and down against the thighs. He reached between them and took Saye's cockhead in his fingers and drew it side ways where he could grip and rub it while thrust up and down. Saye moved to find Mister Mike's mouth and offered a open mouth to receive tongue and Mister Mike obliged. From there it was quick as Saye' arms wrapped around back felt the shudder of the orgasm and the wetness between his thighs to which he responded by tightening his grip. Mister Mike moaned softly as he slowed until still and ended it with a long slow deep kiss. Mister Mike slowly rolled over and they shared the towel to clean up. Saye waited for the instruction to dress and then followed the man back tot he kitchen where he waited for his mug of tea before being let out the backdoor with a $5 bill in his pocket. END OF PART 1 Suggested tags: Africa, interracial, older younger, gay, bisexual,