Date: Thu, 18 Dec 2014 10:37:28 +0200
From: Russell Timm <russell.timm@gmail.com>
Subject: AFRICA - BOYS ON THE SIDE - Part 2: THE BOY COMES GOOD

AFRICA - BOYS ON THE SIDE

by Russell Timm


© Russell Timm 2014

Contact can be made via: russell.timm@gmail.com


Other stories by Russell Timm: into-africa, african-adventure-series and
west-africa-where-the-money-talks


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 2: THE BOY COMES GOOD


James got into his room, unpacked the few items he may need, turned on the
bedside light, then turned off the main room lights and settled down on the
bed to play the waiting game.


James barely heard the soft knock on the door. He got up and opened the
door. It was Ishmael.


`Come in.'


`Well I'm here.'


`Here for what?'


'To play your game.'


`Do you want 50 kwatcha for masturbating each other or 100 kwatcha for full
sex?'


`I want the 100 kwatcha.'


`And what you going to do for the 100 kwatcha?'


`You put your pipe into me.'


`OK, so we first start with masturbation and then you take my cock.'


`Yes.'


`So if you want to stop after the masturbation to get 50 kwatcha.'


`Yes.'


`And if you want more money you need to do full sex again later, OK?'


`Yes, I understand.'


'Take off your clothes.'


James quickly pulled off his T-shirt and dropped his shorts and pants and
spread the towel across the bed and got onto the bed. Ishmael stared at
James' naked body with his thickening semi erect cock. The had never seen a
naked white man before and found it interesting that this man had a big
circumcised cock. He slowly pulled the kurta shirt over his head, threw it
over the chair, pulled off the vest and unbuttoned his black trousers all
the wile staring at James lying naked on the bed. He turned as he dropped
his trousers and pants and moved to the bed covering his package with his
hands. James indicated for the boy to lie next to him on the bed. He lay
down next to James but kept his hands covering himself. James gently
reached for the boy's closest hand and placed it on his cock. The boy took
hold of James' cock but remained still. James turned onto his right hand
side and using his left hand gently moved the boy's other hand away from
his cock. the boy's cock was still soft and James gently lifted it to have
a good look at it.


'This is a very nice cock. Lets see it get nice and hard.'


The thin two-and-a-half inch cock was tightly and neatly circumcised and as
James explored it with his fingertips it started to swell. James felt the
boy's tight ball sack and gently felt the two small balls. He returned to
the now erect four-and-a-half inch boner with cock-head which was not too
flared but just a little thicker than the cock shaft. There was a fair
amount of public hair which was rough and curly. James found the boy's
whole package to be pretty and this more than the minimal action of the
boy's hand on his cock brought him to full erection.


James reached over the boy to take the baby-oil bottle he had place on the
bedside table and rolled on to his back and applied the oil generously to
his own cock. Then with an oily left hand he lubed up the boy's cock.
Watching the boy's stomach movements James knew he would not take long so
he gently turned the boy onto his right side and he also turned and
positioned himself so his cock touched the tight hole where he could easily
enter the boy.


`Push back.'


James' cock went in about two inches before the muscles contracted. That
was fine for now and James still holding the boy's cock in his left hand
continued to stroke the full length of the boy's cock. As soon as he felt
the boy relax he slipped in another inch before the boy locked on his cock
again. James continued to stroke the boy's rock hard cock and each time he
relaxed James slipped his cock in some more. James was happy when he got
five inches in and started to move slowly in and out with a two inch stroke.


`Move on my cock.'


The boy made some attempt and now James had a slow three inch stroke going
and increased the tempo of his stroke on the boy's cock. He heard the boy
gasp and felt the wetness in his hand as the boy short his bolt, which was
the signal to James to start thrusting deep and hard into the boy. For
those precious seconds the boy experienced both the pleasure of the orgasm
and the pain of the fat cock thrusting faster and faster into his hole.
James came quickly and his orgasmic thrusts drew low moans from the boy.
James left his cock in the boy to let it get soft in there. But the boy
clearly uncomfortable moved forward and the cock slipped out.


`I go bathroom.'


Experience told James that the boy was done and he got up and took 100
kwatcha note from the roll in his shorts pocket and put in on the bedside
table. The boy took his time in the bathroom then moment after James heard
the toilet flush the boy came out.


`My hole is open.'


`It will get tight again in a few hours.'


`I must go.'


The boy started to dress quickly. Once dressed the boy stood and looked at
James. James pointed to the 100 kwatcha on the bedside table which the boy
snatched up and turned for the door. Without another word he opened the
door and disappeared into the night. Still naked James closed the and
locked it.


James lay naked on the bed and thought about the action with Ishmael. Apart
from the arrogant attitude - brought about by being the son of the owner -
Ishmael was sexually attractive. The slim but not skinny body, the handsome
facial looks and - for James anyway - the pretty package was what made this
boy a hot number. James knew he would drop the attitude - at least with him
- after he had been mounted a few times and taken the fat cock deep, hard
and fast.


James knew the boy had to figure a few things about his recent sexual
experience. Being paid way over top dollar would help him come to terms
with his concerns. First was that he had prostituted himself to a stranger,
sold himself sexually like a bar-girl does. Then he had this stranger play
with and jerk him off before sodomising him. James was sure he would
rationalise it all, the question was by when. By his next visit or by
morning when he was about to leave the boy would present himself again or
even still that night. James was not going to put money on it but he was
certain that the money would decide the matter.


James lay naked on his bed trying to read a crappy novel he had picked up
somewhere along the way by the dim light of the bedside lamp. He wasn't
going to waste any more time speculating on the boy's response.


There was a knock on the door. It was 23:00 and James got up and walked
naked to the small window next to the door and parted the curtains just
enough to see who was at the door. It was Ishmael. James still naked
unlocked and opened the door and let Ishmael in.


`What now?'


`I can sleep here tonight.'


`You want more full sex?'


`Yes.'


`Yes, what?'


`Yes please bwana.'


'That's better. Now remember you get 100 kwatcha each time we do full sex
just like earlier tonight.'


`Yes bwana.'


`I need to make 500 kwatcha tonight.'


`We need to sex four more times for that. If it is only twice more then you
only get 100 kwatcha each and not more, do you understand?'


`Yes bwana.'


`OK, take off your clothes.'


Ishmael pulled his kurta shirt over his head and hung it over the chair.
Next he pulled off the vest and dropped his black trousers and pants. James
had locked the door and picked up the towel and again spread it over the
bed. He motioned to the boy to get onto the bed. He did so and James
noticed that pretty cut cock was already semi-hard in anticipation. Ishmael
lay on his back, fully exposed in the low light of the lamp. The oil bottle
was still on the bedside table and James got on the bed on the right and
moved up right against the boy and reach for the boy's cock with his left
hand. James liked Ishmael's cock, a slim four and-a-half inch hard, with a
high and neat circumcision line. James found the change in colour at the
circumcision line to be attractive changing from a very dark brown to a
light brown. The fondling brought the boy's cock to full erection. James
released the boy's cock and found the boy's left hand and placed it on his
cock.


`Make it hard.'


James reach up and gently turned the boy's head to his left to allow for
kissing which he then initiated and took hold of the boy's cock again. It
wasn't the boy's handling that brought him to full erection but rather his
own actions and the anticipation of a deep and satisfying fuck. He gently
broke off the kiss and lent forward and took the boy's cock-head in his
mouth and sucked hard. The boy responded by thrusting his hips upward.
James kept sucking hard on the head and watched the stomach muscle
contractions signal the approach of his orgasm. The boy came and delivered
five or six squirts of warm sperm, which James took in his mouth and
swallowed. Releasing the boy's cock James milked out the last few drops of
the boy's sperm and licked them of the boy's stomach and from the slit in
his cock-head. The boy was rapidly losing his boner and James watched as
the shrank down to a soft but still pretty two-and-a-half inch tightly cut
cock.


James parted the boy's legs and took up a kneeling position between the
boy's legs. He reached for the oil on the bedside table and applied it to
his cock and then to the boy's tight little hole. James lifted the boys
legs and moved them wider apart, reached for the spare pillow and pushed it
under the boy's lower back. He had to spread his own legs to align his cock
with the boy's hole. Using his right hand James with practised skill
pressed his fat cock-head against the boy's hole. The boy's hole opened to
allow the cock in and James kept up the pressure and his cock. James heard
the boy suck in air as the cock slid right in. Once fully in James folded
the boy's legs so that his knees were against chest and then reached down
with both hands around the boy's lower back and pulled him tight against
him. James was determined to take it slow and he did starting low slow
strokes stopping only when half his cock-head was out of the boy before
thrusting back into the boy fully. With each thrust the boy sucked in air
which was expelled with a soft moan. James was turned on by this and
steadily increased the tempo of his strokes. As the tempo increased the
stroke shortened and the boys arms around James' back held on for dear life
as James shot his sperm deep into the boy with powerful deep thrusts.
Spent, James relaxed onto the boy and found his mouth and they kissed.


`You are getting better, Ishmael.'


`Bwana you have a big cock.'


`You want to go?'


'No, no, no, I want to stay all night.'


James slowly pulled out of the boy, turned him away onto his right side and
guided the boy into a near foetal position to which matched so that they
were in a spoon position. James pulled the sheet and blanket over them then
reached over and gently took hold of the boy's soft cock.


`Now we sleep.'


As James started to drift off into sleep he wondered what had gone through
Ishmael's mind after the first fuck until some three hours later he had
come back looking for more. He had experienced it before where the boys had
`disappeared' after their first sexual experience some for a few days and
others longer. Most came back for more once they had come to terms with
what was going to be the basis of their relationship with James. The money,
in some cases very little, was the hook of course and James knew how to
hook them, play them and land them.


James woke to find the boy slowly and softly grinding his boy backside up
against his groin. As he had slept he had lost hold of the boy's cock and
now located the boy's now hard cock and held it tightly. The boy still lay
on his left side and James gently rolled him over onto his back and felt
that his own cock was growing to full erection. The boy found James' cock
this time without prompting or guidance. James released the boy's boner and
started to straighten the towel underneath them. Once done he reached for
the oil and applied it first to the boy's stiff cock and then liberally to
his own. Ishmael quickly stroked James' cock to full erection. James was
ready and releasing the boy's cock he lifted the boy's left leg, which was
closest, allowing it to bend at the knee and rolling the boy slightly to
his side. He then pushed his hips forward to bring his cock in line with
the boy's hole.


`Put it in.'


Ishmael reached down between his legs with his right hand, found James'
cock and holding it tightly maneuvered his hole into position and started
to slowly push down and take the cock into him. The oil helped the fat
cock-head slide into the still tight hole and the boy bent slightly forward
and wiggled backwards to take more of the cock in.


'Take it right in.'


And the boy did... slowly. Once fully in James adjusted his position until
the pairs of legs were somewhat like scissors. He reached around and found
the boy's boner and started to slowly but tightly jack the boy
concentrating on the tight pressure on the boy's cock-head. The boy
responded to each stroke.


`Move on the cock.'


The boy tried ride the cock while at the same time responding to the
skilful manipulation of his cock. He was saved his confusion by his
resounding orgasm to which James responded with some powerful thrusts in
time with the boy's squirts of cum that landed on the boy's own chest.
James kept pumping but slower now as he wanted the boy to associate the
anal feelings with his orgasm. The boy slowly lost his erection. James
still to come withdrew and rolled the boy fully onto his back and lifted
the boy's legs and parted them.


`Put it in.'


The boy found James' cock and guided it towards his hole. Once the head was
in he let go and guided by James pulled his thighs tight up against his
chest. James drove his cock fully into the boy. The boy closed his eyes and
sucked in air. James with both hands under the boy's hips pulled the boy
hard towards him. The boy wrapped his arms around James' back in
preparation for what was to come.


James started with slow full length strokes, slowly out and then driving it
fully in. The boy with his eyes closed sucked in air with each thrust and
softly moaned with each slow withdrawal. The boy was experiencing a mixture
of pleasure and pain, which reflected on the boy's face.


'Tell me to fuck you hard and fast.' and again, 'Come on beg me to fuck you
hard.'


`Fuck me hard bwana, fuck me hard.'


'Tell me you like it hard and fast.'


`Bwana hard please, faster please bwana.'


`Keep talking.'


`Faster bwana faster... harder bwana harder... fuck me bwana, fuck me.'


And it was the talk that helped James reach orgasm as he pumped the boy
hard and fast and ended with powerful deep thrusts, which drew soft moans
from the boy as the sperm shot deep into his guts. Their faces perfectly
aligned allowed for the kisses that followed. James kept the boy in
position with his knees high against his chest until his cock withdrew
itself as it softened. He looked down into the boy's face. The boy opened
his eyes and they looked at each other. The boy was now totally submissive
and had lost that arrogant look of the owner's son he had had only hours
before.


`If you want my money you need to do exactly as I tell you, you understand?'


`Yes bwana, I understand.'


`Are you sure?'


`Very sure bwana.'


`When you ready for more you must ask me nicely, OK?'


`Yes bwana.'


`You must ask me nicely to fuck you deep, hard and fast, you understand?'


`Yes bwana.'


`Are you sure you still want more?'


`Yes please bwana.'


`OK now we sleep.'


James guided the boy into the spoon position and reached over and took the
boy's cock in his hand. He drifted off to sleep.


Ishmael was thinking about all the things he could buy and do with the
money he was making from James. The first fuck although much more gentle
than the later ones had been somewhat psychologically traumatic for him.
Being jerked off had been acceptable, even enjoyable but the insertion of
the fat cock had been a surprise, which he had initially found difficult to
deal with psychologically. After he had left James' room he had had time to
work through things in his mind. The more he thought about it the more
attractive the money became and the less of an issue taking James' fat cock
up his ass became. Ishmael decided he would submit to James' needs as the
money was too attractive to pass up on that is when he returned to James'
room for more.


"Bwana, please, I am ready.' Ishmael's whispers woke James. He rolled on
his back and instructed the boy.


'Suck me.'


Ishmael bent forward over James and took the soft cock in his hand. It was
his first chance to study the cock up close.


`Don't look at it, suck it.'


With that the boy took the cock-head into his mouth. He worked his tongue
over the head as James had done to him. James moved the boy so that his
legs were pointing towards the head of the bed giving James full oral
access to his four-and-a-half inches of slim cut cock in a 69 position.


`Watch your teeth.'


The boy slowly took the cock further into his mouth sucking the head hard
as it was trapped by his lips. Ishmael could feel the cock begin to swell
and he redoubled his efforts. James had the boy's cock in his mouth and
could feel the boy's cock begin to jerk with excitement from both giving
and receiving a blow job. Ishmael was indeed getting excited as the cock
swelled to fill his mouth. He felt the tight grip of James's mouth on his
cock-head and the powerful sucking. As he came he gasped and thrust deeper
into James' mouth and he let James' cock slip out of his mouth in the
process. James applied oil to his now hard and ready cock.


`Get on top.'


The had to be guided into a sitting position where by holding James' cock
upright he could guide his hole onto it and apply his own pressure to take
the cock in. In it went. James watched the concentration on the boy's face
as he guided the cock in. Ishmael sat upright as the full length of the
cock slipped into him.


`It in bwana.'


`Good boy Ismael... now ride the cock.'


The boy's efforts were not great as he did not have the angle right and put
the bend on James' cock which was painful.


`On your back.'


The boy pulled off the cock and lay on his back. James took the boy by his
ankles and lifted them and parted the legs. He rested them on his shoulders
and adjusted position to line his cock up with the boy's hole and entered
him quickly and firmly. The boy sucked in air and moaned softly. James
reached down between the boys legs, placing one hand on the stiff rod and
the other gripping the ball sack tightly. He started to jack the boy with
tight strokes concentrating on the cock-head. James increased the tempo as
he wanted to bring the boy off quickly. The boy shot quickly and James
thrust as hard as he could in that position in time with the boy's semen
squirts. The boy threw his head back into the pillows and moaned softly.
Releasing the spent cock James lent forward pressing the boy's straight
legs against the boy's own chest. The knees bent slightly in the process
and this done James started to drive deep and hard into the boy.


`What do you say, boy?'


Through gritted teeth the boy responded.


`Fuck me deep and hard bwana.'


`More.'


`'Faster bwana, faster.'


The talking did it for James and brought him quickly to a climax. In
between encouraging James to fuck him deep, hard and fast the boy moaned as
the fat cock was driven home to full length faster and faster changing
rhythm only when he came into the boy when his tempo altered to be in time
with his squirts. Spent, James, released the boys legs, which flopped down,
both were out of breath.


`You are improving Ishmael.'


`Bwana, you have too much power.'


`You tired now?'


'Not yet.' The boy had set his mind on the amount of 500 kwatcha and had
already decided on how the money would be spent and how he would explain he
had got it.


`Please bwana, what's the time?'


`Half past four.'


"I must go before sunrise. What time you leaving bwana?'


`After breakfast but before nine.'


`I will come for my last round then.'


The boy had dressed and stood around. James got up and got the money and
gave it to the boy. The boy turned to leave, James locked the door after
the boy and climbed back into bed and was soon asleep.


Eight o'clock came and went and Ishmael became a bit anxious as there was
no movement from James' room. He even check regularly to see if his vehicle
was still parked outside. He really had set his mind on the money and
needed one more full sex session to get the money he had based his plans
on. He knew there would be more pain and further humiliation but to play
the game as James wanted him to was worth the money.


James finally emerged at eight-thirty - Ishmael was relived - and walked
slowly over to the dinning room for breakfast where he selected the
standard egg sandwich and tea. James took his time over his breakfast
spending time reading yesterday's newspaper that was the newest available
in the area. Finished, he walked out through the reception and found
Ishmael hanging out.


`Good morning bwana.'


`Morning Ishmael, how you this morning.'


James drew Ishmael out of earshot on anyone around.


`Bwana I need one more.'


`Ask me nicely.'


`Please bwana, I beg you.'


`You beg me for what?'


`I beg you to fuck me, bwana.'


`How you like me to fuck you?


`Please bwana, deep, hard and fast... please bwana, I beg you.'


`Come.'


`I come in five minutes.'


James continued to the room and spread the towel on the bed and made sure
the baby oil bottle was close by on the bedside table. He then went into
the bathroom to brush his teeth. He heard the knock on the door.


`Yes?'


`It's me bwana.' The boy opened the door and put his head in.


James walked to the bathroom doorway, smiled at the boy and instructed.


`Lock the door and take off your clothes.'


He returned to the basin and finished brushing his teeth, then brushed his
hair and returned to the bedroom. Ishmael was sitting naked on the bed. As
he walked towards the boy James pulled off his T-shirt and dropped his
shorts and pants.


`Come here.'


The boy stood and stepped forward to meet James. James wrapped his arms
around the boy, pulled him against him and kissed the boy full on the lips.
The boy was submissive.


`What you want me to do?'


`Please fuck me, bwana.'


James' cock started to rise as the talk continued.


`How you want me to fuck you boy?'


`Please bwana, deep and hard.'


James was now hard enough.


`Kneel on the bed.'


James guided the boy into position on his hands and knees, where his knees
were on the bed and his lower legs extending over the edge. James lent
forward and gently pushed the boy's head down so his head was on the bed
and his ass was in the air. Applying oil to his cock and the boy's ass
James took up position  behind the boy and parted the boy's knees until the
hole was lined up with his cock. James rubbed his cock-head against the
boy's hole and was ready to go.


`What you want me to do boy?'


`Fuck me deep and hard bwana.'


With that James drove his fat cock into the boy's hole to full depth. The
boy screamed.


`Quiet boy... You want it hard and deep and that's what you get.'


`Yes please bwana.'


James adjusted the position of his feet gripped the boy's hips and started
to thrust into the boy using the full length of his cock. The boy was
moaning softly with each thrust. James pulled out.


`On your back... lift your kegs.'


The boy obeyed and pulled his knees up against his chest.


`Higher.'


As the boy tried James pushed a pillow under the boys hips and knelt down
to line line up his cock with the boy's hole. The now open hole was ready
to accept James' cock and James was in position.


`What you want me to do?'


`Fuck me bwana.'


With that James drove his thick cock into the boy to its full length. The
boy's mouth opened offering a a silent scream.


`How you like it?'


`Deep... hard ... fast,' the boy gasped.


And that's what he got. James was thrusting deep and hard and increased the
tempo as he built up to his climax. The boy moaned softly with each thrust.


`How fast you like it?'


`Faster bwana, faster... faster... faster.'


Stimulated by the talk James fired his sperm into the boy slowing to time
his thrusts with his sperm shots.  Spent, James released the boys legs and
guided the boy to wrap them around his body below his arms. With full body
contact James found the boy's mouth and they kissed deeply as the boy
submissively offered his open mouth to be explored by James' tongue. James
reached down and found the boys' cock, it was hard. James gently broke off
the kiss and rolled of the boy, reached for and applied oil to the boy's
cock.


`How you like me to shake your cock?'


`Fast bwana, fast please.'


With his right hand on the four-and-a-half inch cock and his left hand
gripping and squeezing the ball sack James stroked the boy's cock faster
and faster and as he did the boy's hip thrusts and stomach contractions
warned him of the coming climax. And came he did and with James' continuing
strokes the sperm shots landed high on the boy's chest. Ishmael threw his
head back into the pillow and moaned softly as James stopped the strokes
and switched to using his fingertips on the now hyper sensitive cock.


`OK, lets go.'


The boy got up and shared the towel as they wiped themselves clean. James
took out the 100 kwatcha bill and put it on the bedside table. The boy
dressed quickly, took the money and made for the door.


'Thank you bwana, when you come again?'


`I don't know... why?'


`I want some more fucking.'


`You are going to have to improve if you want the same money again.'


`I do anything you want bwana.'


`Yes you are going to have to otherwise there will be no chance, you
understand?'


`I understand bwana.'


`If someone ask me why I gave you 500 kwatcha I will say you asked me to
help with your schooling.'


`Yes, thank you bwana, good bye bwana.'


With that the boy was gone. James locked the door and took a shower,
dressed and carried the items he had off loaded to the vehicle. As he drove
out he noticed Ishmael standing just inside the entrance to the reception
watching. James wondered what was going through the boy's mind.



End of Part 2


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