Date: Tue, 30 Aug 2005 21:34:50 +0200
From: PeterUK <peter745@btinternet.com>
Subject: Somali encounter in London

Part 1 - the accident

I loved my new job, and the best part was getting to walk through London's
Covent Garden every morning, seeing all the deliveries and shop workers and
breathing the aroma of fresh coffee from all the cafes.  But best of all
was that every morning at about 9am he would walk past me in Monmouth
Street, and almost always outside Box, the gay cafe.  He was maybe late
twenties, dark skin, goatee beard, slim build and eyes so dark you could
see the night in them.

Every morning I would look intently at him and he would glance at me then
cast those fascinating eyes down to the pavement, then up again, then down.
Just enough to steal a glance but not enough - damn it -to hold attention.
Day after day this went on and I couldn't decide if he was interested or
just embarrassed.  But he didn't change his route, so I began to hope.  I
tried smiling at him, then winking and then wondered how far I could go
before I did something illegal.

Anyway, that Monday morning, anticipating our meeting, I decided to throw
caution to the wind.  He was crossing the road as I was, so as we passed, I
said "Good Morning" and what an effect.  He was so startled that he turned
and gave me a long look, smiling and not looking where he was going. Just
at that moment a delivery van pulled round the corner and hit him, sending
him crashing onto the pavement, unconscious. "What the fuck was that
about?" said the deliveryman, "he walked straight into me."  Oh my God, I
thought, I've killed him.  I called the ambulance on my mobile and within
minutes he was on board and I was too.

The ambulance crew was obviously gay, as they usually are in central
London, and they just assumed I was his boyfriend.  I'd just had time to
see from a staff pass on him that his name was Abdul, and so off we raced,
siren blaring, with the ambulance man assuring me that he'd live, and me
getting the chance to hold his hand and stroke his face.

After what seemed like hours in casualty, they put him in a ward with one
other guy and told me to come back that evening, when he'd probably be
conscious again, and after they'd done all the tests.  I'd no idea where he
lived, so I gave his home address as mine and would explain everything that
evening.

Of course I was nervous as hell when I went up to see him that night.  I
brought him some grapes - corny, I know, but everyone likes grapes - and
found him propped up in bed, bare-chested, but wrapped in bandages.  The
other bed was empty. When he smiled at me, I could have rushed up and
kissed him, but with a huge effort I just smiled back.

"What happened to me?" he asked. "How did I get here."

"It's my fault Abdul", I said miserably, "I'm afraid I distracted you just
as the van hit you.  Are you badly hurt?"

"I broke a couple of ribs and my wrist, and they're checking the other
bits, but I think I'm alright otherwise.  But how do you know my name?"

"I picked up your wallet and saw a staff card with your name on it.  I hope
you're not too angry with me. I'm Joe, by the way"

"No", he replied" I've seen you so often and was dying for you to say
something so we could meet. I didn't dare to and I'm so glad you did."

Suddenly I felt like I'd just been let out of jail, so I squeezed his arm
and he let out a yelp of pain.  God, how stupid can I be.  I took his arm
and saw it was all bruised, with a plaster on his wrist. I got closer to
the bed and asked him if I could get him anything, or alert anyone, but he
said he lived in a bedsit in south London and nobody would notice his
absence.  Did he need some pyjamas or a change of clothes?  I could go and
fetch them for him. He gave me his address and keys and I promised I'd be
back tomorrow evening with some fresh underpants, and gave him a quick
kiss, just as the male nurse came in the room.

"Alright, boys," he said "this is a hospital and hanky-panky is not on the
menu, understood?"  Abdul and I both giggled.  It would be if I had my way.

Part 2 - Abdul's bedsit

Next day I made my way to bedsit land and soon found his dingy room in an
endless street of dreary Victorian terraces.  It was full of rusty cars and
poorly dressed people, typical of this run down bit of south London.  I got
to Abdul's place and opened the door. Coming out of one of the ground floor
rooms was a cute black guy.  I asked him if he knew which room was Abdul's.
He offered to show me and we climbed to the top of the house.  Inside the
room was pretty bare, with just a single bed and wardrobe, and a bedside
table with a bottle of lube on it, but also one whole wall filled with
photos of naked men, obviously cut out of the free gay magazines available
all over London. Abdul wanted some clean pants and his toiletries.  The
black guy watched me getting the stuff from his wardrobe.

"So you Abdul's mate then?" he asked, "like his boyfriend?"

He wandered over to the photos.  "He sure likes guys, don't he? Are you one
too?"

"You mean gay?  Sure I am, and so is Abdul" I said, for my sake.

"So what do you gays do then, eh? Does he take it up the arse then, or do
you?" he leered at me.

"It depends" I said, hesitantly.  This guy lives here and God only knows
what I'm letting Abdul in for, but I was passing myself off as Abdul's
boyfriend, so I'd better live the part.

"On what, then?  Do you like them big?  Do you like this?"

He had dropped his trousers and was stroking eight inches of growing cock.
He started to come towards me.  "Like this, do ya?  Fancy this up your
arse?"

Instinct took over - after all, I wasn't yet Abdul's boyfriend - and I
reached out and stroked it.  It was thick and warm and inviting. "Yeah" he
groaned "do me".  I didn't need any more encouragement.  I dropped to my
knees and took him in my mouth, slobbering over his tasty meat, which was
now leaking pre-cum.  He took off his shirt and managed to wriggle out of
his trousers and pants and was soon naked.

"Get naked" he said, "I wanna fuck you".  He pushed me onto the bed and
pulled off my trousers while I struggled to get off my T-shirt. He pulled
off my pants and grabbed my arse. "Very fuckable" he said" real juicy. Turn
over."

I rolled onto my stomach while he climbed between my legs, pushing them
apart with his knees.  He grabbed the lube from the bedside and squeezed
some onto his cock and fingers and began to finger-fuck me.  It had been a
while since I was fucked, so I was real hungry for it and pushed back
against him. He pushed harder and faster and I lifted my bum up to meet his
strokes.

He pulled out his finger and filled the space with his stiff, glistening
cock.  I let out a low moan and he laughed.  He pushed in until his short
curly pubes were scraping my arse, leaned forward and began to suck on my
ear.  "Get ready for a joy ride, whitey."

He pulled out and plunged back in, all the time nibbling my ear and driving
me crazy with lust. "Oh, yeah, man, fuck me, man, fuck me."  He didn't need
any more encouragement.  He picked up pace and began to slam into me.  I
pushed back to meet each thrust and grunted with satisfaction each time he
ploughed in.

He bit me hard on the neck and his panting grew louder. "Here it comes,
whitey" he gasped, "it's all yours." I could feel him erupting inside me
and I began to milk him with my arse muscles, getting every last drop out
of him.

He eased out of me, and the whole room smelled of sweat and cum and must.
We both got dressed in silence.  "So" he said " does Abdul fuck as good as
me? Those Somalis have nice dicks, but we Jamaicans, we know how to fuck".

I smiled at him.  "You sure do, you sure do."  He adjusted his cock in his
trousers.  "Say hello to Abdul from Leroy. Tell him I like his mate. Feel
free to look me up again, whitey, whenever you want some real fucking."

I left the building with Abdul's things, hobbling a little from the
pounding I'd got.  So now I knew - Abdul was Somali, and gay.  Things were
looking up.

Part 3 - the hospital

That evening I went back to the hospital and found Abdul a bit down. They'd
told him he would have to rest for three months, but he didn't know how he
could afford that.  He owed a month's rent on the bedsit already.  He would
also lose his job.  He was working "in the black" as officially he was a
student, and so he wouldn't get any social security either.  I told him not
to worry, I'd think of something.  With that, he perked up a lot.

I told him I'd got his things, without mentioning Leroy. He still couldn't
move easily without grimacing, and he couldn't change by himself.

"Don't worry" I said "I'll soon get you changed". He started to protest but
I just put my hands under the blanket and tugged at his pants.  He lifted
his bum so that I could take them off and I asked him if he wanted to be
washed first.  He nodded and so I got out his flannel and wetted it and
lifted the cover for my first good look at the family jewels.  He looked
embarrassed as I carefully washed his cock, balls and arse, and then
carefully dried him.  He began to get hard. I rolled his balls around in
the towel.  This really made him hard, and now he had a real nice boner.  I
began slowly to stroke him.  I noticed he had some Vaseline by the bed and
I reached out and smeared some on his cock.

"Lie back, Abdul. You'll sleep much better after this."

He said nothing, but shut his eyes and opened his legs.  The door to his
room was shut and no one was about, so I pulled back the cover and began to
wank his greasy pole. His black cock stood out from his body, full and
straining. Like all Muslims, he was cut, but with the Vaseline my hand
slipped back and forth over his glistening knob. He was leaking pre-cum and
his balls were pulled up tight.  I kept up a steady pace, while he began to
moan softly. I slipped my other hand between his legs and began to stroke
his hole. He pulled his legs further apart until they hung over the sides
of the bed. Now I had full access and I started to probe, running my finger
round his sensitive arse lips. I pushed in further until I found his
prostate. A small jet of cum spurted out of him. He moaned louder and began
to breath heavily, so I quickened my pace on his cock and jabbed at his
prostate.  Suddenly he gasped, and he shot six or seven thick streams of
cum.  The first two hit his face, and the rest went over the chest
bandages. I slipped my finger out of his arse and quickly wiped the
bandages with the towel. I leaned over the bed and licked the cum from his
face.

"Abdul" I whispered" you taste as good as you look."  He giggled at this.
I noticed his cock was still leaking cum, so I leaned across and cleaned
him up with my tongue.

"At least you won't stain the sheets this way" I said, laughing.  He
giggled some more.  I kissed him full on the lips this time, slipping my
tongue into his mouth.  He sucked at my tongue, tasting his own cum and
kissed me hard back.  I took the clean pants and eased them onto him.

"Will you come back tomorrow Joe?" he asked.

"Of course" I said " you have to change your pants every day, you know, and
I want to be the one who changes yours."

Just then the male nurse of last night came in.  He asked me to call by
before leaving, so I kissed Abdul again and took his dirty pants off with
me.  They would certainly help me tonight, as I wanked myself to sleep.


Part 3 - Nurse Scott

The ward was very quiet as I approached the desk.  The nurse looked up.
"Hi, I'm Scott" he said, in a broad Ozzie accent.  "It's about your mate
Abdul.  You see, he ain't got any health insurance and the NHS isn't
supposed to treat foreigners for free, ya know.."

"Are you sure, Scott?  Abdul's a student and students get free NHS care,
even if they are foreign."

"Yea, Abdul was a student, but that was months ago, before his student visa
ran out.  Right now, I'd say he was an illegal immigrant.  So it doesn't
look like you'll be giving him any more tongue baths for long" he laughed.

"How do you know all this, Scott?" I asked him.

"Well, I gotta fill in the forms and tick the right boxes, mate, and so I
checked him out.  Of course, they'll only start to look for him if I don't
cross the student box."

"And what would help you not to do that, Scott?"

He grinned at me and scratched his crotch. "Maybe you could give me a
tongue bath too, Joe."

So that was it.  He'd seen me with Abdul and this was pay back time.

"OK, Scott, where and when?"

"No time like the present, Joe, follow me."

He lead me off to a laundry cupboard that was full of dirty bed linen.

"No one will disturb us here for an hour or so" he leered at me.  "Get your
clothes off Joe, I like my men naked."

I stripped off and stood before him while he looked me up and down. He got
me to turn round and bend over so that he could see my arse.  He ran his
hands over my cheeks and slapped them a couple of times.  "Nice arse, Joe,
very fuckable."

I turned round to see him slipping out of his uniform, I had to admit he
had a nice body - small but in good shape, with a good 7 inches and getting
harder, and a nice full sac.

"Like what you see, Joe?  Come over here and get better acquainted."

I stepped over to him and rolled his balls in my hand, and then stroked up
his cock, that was now at full stretch and about 8 inches. The red knob
stood out against his white body and the light blond fuzz of his cock hair.
He sat back on the pile of dirty sheets and motioned me to come into him.
I knelt down and took his cock in my mouth.  It felt smooth and slippery
and I tongued his slit as pre-cum oozed from it.  He tasted salty and
crisp, as if he had been eating salad and apples.  Not bad at all.  I began
to suck him harder and deeper to get more of the stuff.

He opened his legs wider and I ran my hand under his balls, brushing his
hole.  This made him ooze out even more pre-cum, so I went back to the spot
and lightly flicked over his opening. He responded with a groan and a
bigger spurt of pre-cum. This was getting very interesting.  I sucked on a
finger to lubricate it and pressed it home into him.  He reached round into
his uniform pocket and got out a tube of KY and shoved it at me.  Trust a
nurse to be prepared.

I took the tube and squeezed out a good blob and quickly went back to his
arse.  His muscles sucked in my finger this time, and he began to milk it
in time to me sucking.  By now I was as hard as steel and looking for
somewhere to put it, and where better than his willing hole?  I moved
forward, greasing up my pole and began to push into him.  He threw his head
back and sighed with pleasure. I pushed harder and soon I was deep within
his guts, feeling his warm pulsating innards while his arse lips gripped my
cock.  I licked his neck and nibbled his ear, which drove him wild.  He
grunted and groaned so loudly I was sure we'd have the hospital security
bursting in any moment, so I kissed him hard to shut him up.  He kissed me
back and our tongues explored each other.  I began to thrust harder and
harder and he hugged me tighter and tighter with his legs wrapped round my
back.  I couldn't keep this up for very long, so I pressed my tummy down on
his cock so that he rubbed against my thrust and soon he was shooting a
heavy load onto our stomachs.  This was my cue, and I went in and out like
a real pro, until I burst inside him and sprayed his guts with my cum.

He just sighed in a lazy, satisfied way and stroked my back.  "That was
good, Joe. Abdul's a lucky fucker - or should I say fuckee?" he laughed.

I slipped out of him and grabbed one of the sheets to wipe us clean.  A bit
more cum and shit wouldn't make any difference to this lot.

"So, Scott, you gonna take care of my student mate, Abdul?"  "No problem,
Joe.  And when Abdul gets fed up with you, you can always come here for a
free consultation any night."

"Thanks nurse.  Any time I need to give a sample, you'll get first take."

He laughed again and kissed me before putting his uniform back on.

"By the way, Joe, Abdul can be discharged as soon as he's got somewhere to
go where he'll be looked after for a few months."

Part 4 - the homecoming Next morning I got up early and went down to
Abdul's place and emptied it of his few possessions. I left a note for
Leroy to tell the landlord that Abdul wouldn't be back.  If it didn't work
out with Abdul, then he could always find himself another grotty place -
south London was full of them.

As soon as visiting hours started in the afternoon, I went to the hospital.
The bed next to Abdul's had a new occupant, but I didn't care - I went
straight up to him and kissed him.

"So, lover boy, you ready to leave?" I asked him.

"But where are we going Joe?" he asked, "I owe a month's rent and I haven't
got a job any more."

"No worries, Abdul, you're coming to my place until you're able to fend for
yourself. I got you into this mess, and I'm going to get you out of
it. Grab your things. The car's downstairs."

We slowly made our way to the exit, with Abdul leaning on me, maybe more
than he needed to, but it gave me a thrill to hold him in public, my arm
wrapped round his shoulder, carrying his small bag.  We were soon at my
modest flat, with its one bedroom and one living room, but, hell, a whole
lot better than his dump in south London.

His eyes lit up when he saw the place and I eased him a chair. I told him
I'd bought over all his stuff and told the landlord he'd left.

"Don't worry, Abdul, once your fit again, you can find your own place if
you want to, and meanwhile make this your home."  His dark eyes flashed
gratitude and I could have whisked him off to bed there and then.  But he
was still in a delicate state, and very tired.  So I prepared us something
to eat and helped him to the bathroom. I offered to help him wash once he'd
used the loo, and he smiled his acceptance.

Once he'd finished with the toilet, I came in and took off his shirt, bent
down and took off his shoes and socks, and lowered his trousers. His Calvin
Kleins harboured a nice package that seemed to be getting bigger. I slipped
them off and kissed his belly button.  Slowly I tongued my way up to his
left nipple, and by now he was fully erect. His eyes were shut, so I licked
up over his chin until I found his mouth and slowly skimmed his lips.  He
opened his mouth and I pushed in, while he ground his crotch into my jeans.

I pulled away reluctantly and steered him towards the shower.  Quickly I
stripped off and got into the shower with him.  By now he was grinning from
ear to ear.

"You got plans for tonight, Joe?" he asked.

"Sure do, Abdul, and they all centre round making you comfortable, and
feeling better."

With that, I turned on the shower and began to soap him up, starting with
his dark legs and full arse.  I went up over his cheeks, easing my hand
between them and caressing his hole.  He opened his legs wider to give me
better access, so I increased the pressure and began to nibble his left
arse cheek.  By now he was moaning with pleasure, and stiff as a rod.  My
tongue travelled on up his back and neck and I turned him round to lather
his front.  He had a few curly chest hairs and a small bush over his
jet-black cock, but otherwise he was almost hairless. His knob was a dark
purple hue, slightly lighter than his black dick.  I carried on down his
front, ignoring the pole sticking out from him.

I washed off the suds and carefully dried him & myself before leading him
to the bedroom. He lay on the bed and looked at me and I could swear he was
blushing.

"OK, Abdul" I said, " I think it's time you had a little massage so that
you can sleep soundly.  Lie on your stomach on the pillow so your ribs are
comfortable."

He rolled onto the pillow and I took out the massage oil I kept in my
bedside table.  I worked up his dark legs, squeezing and rubbing and
stroking him, each time getting closer to his arse. His cock lay under his
belly, leaving his balls, which I lightly brushed.  As I gently raked his
arse, he lifted himself off the bed to meet each stroke. He pushed his legs
as wide as he could, so now I had full access to his hole.  I sat between
his legs and rubbed my fingers over and over the lips of his arse.  He was
really getting into this.  I started to lick him from the base of his
balls, over the hole and up the small of his back, each time lingering
longer on his hole. Soon I was probing his lips, which clenched on my
tongue as it tried to go deeper.

"Oh yea, Joe, that feels great.  Ugh, ugh.  Don't stop Joe. Ooh, aah."

By now I was as hard as I'd ever be, so I leaned forward and covered his
oily arse with my stiff cock, slipping and sliding over him.  My cock
nestled between his cheeks and started to rub his hole, grinding and
probing to open and enter.  He rose to meet my strokes and then whispered
"Put it in, Joe, put it in, please."

I didn't need a second invitation, and slowly pushed forward into him.  He
stuck his arse up as high as he could to give a good entry angle, groaning
a bit with the pressure on his ribs, but within a couple of minutes I was
as far into him as I could go.  I propped myself up on my elbows and began
to lick his right ear, sucking the lobe, and burrowing my tongue into his
ear hole.  This drove him wild. I started to thrust my cock in and out of
his tight furrow, slowly and steadily.  He clamped down on me each time I
entered him.  I started to grunt with pleasure and managed to kiss him each
time I got right inside him.

"Abdul, Abdul, I love you, I love you," I whispered into his ear.  He
responded by clamping harder onto me and began to milk me.  I couldn't hold
out any more and burst inside him.  He ground his cock into the mattress,
grunted loudly and came shortly after me, soaking the sheet with his cum.

I lay beside him, licking his ear and neck and cheek and kissing him as
much as I could.  He just sighed and sighed with pleasure.  I traced my
tongue down his back and began to kiss his arse again, catching some of my
own cum, mixed with his arse juices.  He rolled over and kissed me
passionately.  I kissed him back with equal passion, tasting his spit and
my cum. "Do you like my therapy, Abdul?" I said softly.

"Oh yea, Joe," he sighed, "I'll need some treatment every day from now on".