Date: Fri, 25 Sep 2009 11:41:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bill <bil47_new@yahoo.com>
Subject: Soldiers and Boys in Wartime - Part 5

Soldiers and Boys in Wartime - Part 5
By Bill

Story 5: The Blue-Helmets Come to Monrovia
Date: 2003
Army: The United Nations Mission in Liberia
Location: Monrovia, Liberia, West Africa

"Joseph; it is almost time for us to go," said Mama, "and
we'll have a long walk into the city. Put on the clothing
and practice one more time."

"Yes, Mama," said the boy, without any enthusiasm. He
wouldn't dream of talking back to his mother or disobeying,
but the clothing she had gotten for him would be
embarrassing to wear in public, being stared at by
strangers.  And the way she had instructed him to make his
penis stiff and display it to the foreign soldiers, right
there on the street, would be even more humiliating.

"I know it is troubling for you," said the 30-year-old
woman.  "I would be doing this work myself if not for the
baby."  She placed her hand protectively on her belly,
which protruded in late-term pregnancy.  "But the family
depends on you, Joseph.  You know Mrs. Clayton, the
clothing vendor at the marketplace?  She took her boy
Samuel down there yesterday, and they brought home thirty
American dollars, for just a few hours of work!  Just think
how well we will be able to eat with that much money.  And
I hear that the school might be opening again, and we will
be able to buy books and school clothes."

The place was Liberia, on the west coast of Africa.  It had
once been a prosperous and peaceful little country.  For
the last 20 years, however, there been political turmoil.
And for the last 4 years, it had been a place of hellish
chaos.  Control of the capital city of Monrovia, with a
population of a half-million, had shifted back and forth
between competing militias that were more like gangs of
thugs than armies.

Joseph's family were descendants of the freed American
slaves who had been re-settled in Africa starting in the
early 1800s and had formed the independent country of
Liberia in the 1840s.  They spoke Standard English, and
took pride in their long-ago American roots.  Joseph was
the oldest child... the "man of the house" in the 2 years
since his father had been drafted into the army of
whichever warlord had controlled the capital at the time.
He had not been heard from since.  Joseph's mother became
over-protective of her son after that, knowing that even
young boys were being taken to be militia fighters.
Indeed, when a gang of heavily armed militiamen had come
through the neighborhood, 8 months ago, some of the
soldiers looked to be no older than 12.  One of these young
boys had been among the squad that barged into Joseph's
house, and had joined with the older youths and young men
in using Mama for their pleasure.  She had bravely told
them that she would submit to their lust, so long as they
left her children alone.   As they were leaving, the leader
of the squad had briefly considered taking Joseph anyway,
but decided that he looked too puny to handle an AK-47.

"Now put on the clothing, young man!" said Mama, becoming
impatient with her son's dawdling.

The boy stripped off the baggy cut-off trousers he'd been
wearing and stood naked before his mother.  He looked
younger than his 11 years... short of stature, slight of
build, with close-cropped hair.  His skin was the color of
milk-chocolate... the genes of some long-ago slave master
or overseer lightening his West African skin-tone slightly.
Until yesterday, he had been utterly un-self-conscious
about displaying his immature penis and the small rounded
sack beneath it.  But ever since Mama began to prepare him
for the work, he had experienced the first awareness of his
body's latent sexuality.

He put on the tight little underpants... white cotton
girl's panties, with a fading flower pattern... remarkably
soft after numerous washings by their original owners.
The sleeveless undershirt had a garish sparkly cartoon
picture of a pink horse with a long tail and mane of blond
hair, and the words "My Little Pony".  It was so small that
it left a gap at Joseph's taut belly.  The clothing had
been bought at a clothing stall in the marketplace... the
end-point of a chain of commerce that began in a middle-
class American neighborhood, with a bag of unwanted clothes
set out on the front porch for donation to charity.

Joseph's skin contrasted dramatically with the skimpy white
clothing, and emphasized each curve of his young body. As
he looked down at himself, the boy scrunched his face in
embarrassed distaste at the sissy clothing.

His mother leaned down to kiss his cheek gently.  "You need
to look special to get the Blue-Helmets to pay the best
money for your work," Mama said.  "Now, show me again what
you do when a soldier walks by and looks like he might be
interested in you."

Joseph reached into the underwear and adjusted his soft
boyish penis so that it pointed upward, making a ridge in
the front of the panties.  He transformed his face into a
bright smile, raised the shirt up to expose his chest, and
then slid his hands slowly down to his crotch and inside
the elastic waistband of the panties.  Rubbing his penis,
he felt it begin to twitch.

"That's right; pull the pants down farther," said Mama.
"Show your boy-part and make it all the way stiff."  Before
this day, Joseph had never really paid attention to his
penis becoming erect, but now it seemed to take on a
talismanic quality.  Mama had heard that this was something
the soldiers wanted to see, picking a boy sooner and paying
more money if he showed his erection while displaying
himself on some street corner in the center-city.

"That's a good boy, Joseph," said Mama.  "Now show your
bottom... just like I taught you."

Joseph turned around and leaned forward.  His hands rubbed
in circles around his slender butt-cheeks, then pulled them
apart to display his anus.

"Now get into the position, and I'll stretch you one more
time."  She reached for the phallus-shaped cucumber and
rubbed cooking oil onto it.

Joseph made a face and vocalized a soft mournful whine.
His anus still felt a burning discomfort from the previous
round of stretching.

"No complaining, boy!  When you are with a soldier, you
must make him believe that you enjoy it."

More than an hour later...

The hot tropical sun was low in the sky as Joseph and his
mother finished the trek from their out-lying neighborhood
to what had once been the waterfront tourist district.
There were still hotels, restaurants, and stores there, but
many were now burnt-out shells, others damaged but still
operating, while still others had escaped with just some
pock-marks left by stray bullets from the street fighting.

As they had walked through the city, it was reassuring to
see the foreign peace-keepers patrolling in their crisp
uniforms and light-blue helmets.  They looked so different
from the rag-tag militias that had been fighting in these
streets only weeks before.  The UN soldiers were an
amazingly diverse mix of ethnicities, with contingents from
Ireland, Bangladesh, Philippines, South Africa, Jordan,
Netherlands, and Nigeria.

Just before they got to the location that Mama's friend had
described, Joseph and his mother stopped at a public water
spigot.  Joseph removed his sandals and stripped off his
baggy trousers.  Mama took a cloth and some soap from her
shoulder bag and washed the dust and sweat from the boy's
body, paying particular attention to his genitals and
anus... much to Joseph's humiliation.  She then pulled out
the panties and garish undershirt from the satchel.

"Mama... are you sure I have to...."

"Yes, baby.  You must," she said gently.  "But when we are
through tonight, you can get dressed in your regular
clothes again.  And you can fill your belly with grilled
chicken from a food stand... and drink coca cola... and
maybe we can even find a shop that sells ice cream."

The thought of such a feast overcame Joseph's shame, and he
dressed in the boy-whore clothing.

"You can put your trousers on over-top until we get to the
place," Mama said, bringing a grateful smile from the boy.

A few more blocks along, they came to a lively area of
sidewalk vendors, restaurants, bars... and street-whores.
Although there were a few soldiers wearing their
distinctive U.N. helmets and carrying rifles, most of the
foreigners were off-duty, strolling around unarmed and
wearing blue berets with their camouflage uniforms.

At the busiest intersection, there were over two dozen
women trying their best to attract the attentions of the
passing soldiers.  Some were poorly-dressed and seemed
undernourished.  Others were quite attractive, with make-up
and straightened hair, dressed in sexy clothing that had
been fashionable at American or European discos in the
1980s.  Though a few were quite young, none were pre-teens.
And there wasn't a single boy in sight.

Mama walked up to a prostitute who had a kind look.
"Excuse me, but I was told there was a place around here
where...."  She paused, not quite able to frame the words.
"Where there are boys who...."  She paused again.

The woman looked at Joseph with an expression that seemed
simultaneously to combine scorn, sympathy, and amusement.
She pointed down the block, away from the center of
activity, where a narrow side-street intersected the main
road.  "Girls down that alley that goes off to the right;
boys to the left," she said.

When Joseph and his mother got there, they found ten boys
lined up along one side of the trash-strewn alley,
competing for the attention of a single Bangladeshi
soldier.  Nearly every boy was accompanied by an adult
woman, pimping her son, nephew or younger brother.  Only
two boys, somewhat older than the rest, were unaccompanied.
Looking across the street, Joseph saw a similar group of
young girls, being surveyed by a larger group of soldiers.

When he looked around at the line of boys, Joseph felt more
comfortable about removing his trousers and posing in the
ridiculous underwear. The boys ranged in age from 9 to 13.
Although a couple were dressed in ordinary clothing, the
rest were in skimpy provocative attire, such as ultra-short
pants, tiny speedo bathing suits, white Y-front briefs, or
tight panties like his own.  All of the clothing had been
second-hand cast-offs, shipped in from wealthy countries.

The Bangladeshi soldier, speaking in rudimentary English,
was negotiating a price with the aunt of the youngest boy
in the group.  As Mama eavesdropped on their bargaining,
they settled on a payment of 10 US dollars for an hour with
the boy.  The woman pointed to a seedy-looking building on
the main street.  A hand-painted sign read: "Pleasure
Hotel. Rooms by the hour. Special price for U.N. soldiers."
The soldier took the boy by the hand, and they walked to
the hotel.

The woman was smiling as she tucked the money away in her
clothing, and she seemed happy to answer Mama's questions
about the various details of the sexual commerce in boys.

At the same time, Joseph was surveying the other boys,
hoping to find a friendly face.  A sturdy, broad-shouldered
13-year-old, standing near the beginning of the line, gave
him a smile and a wink.  He was one of the two who weren't
accompanied by a woman.

"I not see you here before, sport.  Welcome to Boys Alley,"
said the older lad, speaking English with a tribal accent.
"You need get to end of line over there... but not worry;
you get chose right quick.  That's sexy outfit you got!"
His own attire consisted of very-short athletic pants with
the hem right up at his crotch, and a tight tee-shirt with
the New York Yankees logo.  He wore no underpants, and his
scrotum peeked out at one leg.

"I like your outfit a lot better!" replied Joseph honestly.

"Yeah?  Watch and see who gets customer first, you or me.
So... you been fucked by men before?"

"No," said Joseph.  And then in a low voice he added "but
Mama stretched my bottom-hole using a cucumber with cooking
oil on it."

"Mama is smart.  I wish I learn that way.  I get drafted
when General Dolo's army come to my village, back during
rainy season.  At first, while I am learning how to be
soldier, I get passed around at night for others in my
squad to fuck my ass and my mouth.  I hate it at first, but
I get used to it quick.  And it's not long before we draft
another boy, and he become one that gets used by others for
sex.  I desert a few weeks ago, when my unit is retreating
after battle in city.  I find out right quick that I can
live OK by doing fuck-work."  The boy smiled and winked.
"My name is Tamba.  What's yours?"

"I'm Joseph.  So did you ever kill anyone?"

"Sure; we all kill.  But I don't want talk about killing.
Is much better do sex than do fighting. Before Blue-Helmets
get here, I let men fuck me for some food and maybe place
to sleep.  But now I get real money!  Hey; here come two
Blue-Helmets now. Go on to end of line.  Good luck!"

As Joseph moved deeper into the alley, two South African
soldiers in camouflage uniforms approached, perusing the
boys closest to the street corner.  Both men were whites,
Afrikaner descendents of Dutch settlers, centuries before.
One was in his early 30s and powerfully built, the other
only 19 and slender. The younger soldier had a small
rucksack slung over his shoulder.

Mama hurried to Joseph's side and whispered in his ear.
"Make one of them pick you, just like you practiced."

As the soldiers examined the selection, the women jabbered
at them and the boys posed.  Tamba took on a look of
cheerful self-confidence when they came to him, tilting one
hip toward them provocatively, with one hand rubbing his
butt while the fingers of his other hand caressing his
crotch.

"Hello, handsome soldiers," said the boy with a smile.
"You choose me, and we have sexy good time.  I please you
good with my mouth, and you fuck me in nice tight ass."
Tamba's tongue made a slow, erotic circuit around his
parted lips, then he turned his body and pulled down the
back of his shorts to show off his surprisingly round and
high-set buttocks.

The younger soldier reached out and ran his hand over the
boy's smooth black butt, nodding with approval. "Show me
your cock, boy."

Tamba faced the man and pulled his shorts to mid-thigh to
display his penis.  It was long, but slim and hairless.
His barely-pubescent balls hung down nicely.  Tamba was
circumcised, in the tradition of his tribe, and the glans
flared attractively.  A few strokes of his fingers started
the penis on an upward arc to a gracefully slender erection
of just over 5 inches.

"What do you think of this one, Piet?" said the soldier,
speaking to his comrade in Afrikaans (a dialect of Dutch).

"Looks like just your type I'd say, Nik."  The older man
winked at his friend.  Piet was familiar with Nik's sexual
preferences; the two had been fuck-buddies and confidants
ever since Nik had joined the platoon the year before, not
long after he finished high school.

"How much is your cost, boy?" said Nik to Tamba, switching
to English, and they started haggling over the price.

"I'm going to check out the others," said Piet.  He walked
along examining the boys, fondling those who bared their
penises for him, and fending off the aggressive sales
pitches from the women.

Then he came to Joseph at the end of the line.  The boy's
fingers slid under the bottom seam of the tee-shirt and
raised it up, displaying his skinny torso as his fingertips
made circles around his tiny nipples.  Then his hands moved
down and lowered the front of his underpants, hooking the
waistband behind his ball-sack to display his penis and
compact round scrotum.  Without being prompted, he took his
immature penis between two fingers and his thumb and moved
the foreskin back and forth over the small crown, feeling
the shaft becoming erect in response to the stimulation.
In a few moments, the attractive pre-pubescent boner stood
straight up, a little over 3 inches in length.

Piet pushed the boy's hand away and felt the boyish
erection with his own fingers.  "How much for an hour with
him?" he asked Mama.

"Thirty American dollars," she said, starting out with an
outlandish price.  When the soldier huffed scornfully and
began to turn away, Mama hastened to add: "He is a
virgin... never taken by a man before.  You will pay more
because of this," said Mama, hoping it was true what the
other woman had told her.  "He is freshly washed too, with
soap, just minutes ago."

The soldier had been attracted to Joseph from the instant
he noticed the boy, but he was a good enough bargainer not
to let his interest show.

"Virgin boys are nothing special," said Piet dismissively,
even though his pulse quickened at the thought of being the
first to fuck this submissive young boy.  "You are thinking
of girl virgins.  I'll pay $5 U.S. for an hour with him."
If the woman was going to start too high, he figured he
would start too low.

"He is so pretty, don't you think?" said Mama.  "He is very
obedient and will give much pleasure.  It is surely worth
30 U.S. to be the first man who takes him to bed... but you
look kind and will treat him well, so I will take $25."

After some quick back-and-forth dickering, they settled on
$15.

"Go with the man to the hotel, Joseph.  I'll be waiting
when you come out."  Mama gave him a kiss on his cheek.
"Be brave," she whispered softly in his ear, "and remember
what I taught you."

Joseph forced a smile, but it was all he could do to keep
from crying.  For the past year, the threat of being taken
away by soldiers had been a very real danger.  And now,
even with Mama's assurances, it produced a visceral fear.

As the two men and two boys headed across the street to the
small hotel, the soldiers chatted light-heartedly in their
Afrikaans language.

"Life is good, man!" said Nik.  "Back home, I could get
into big trouble for playing around with the little boys,
but on these peace-keeping gigs, we can have a kid anytime
we want."

"Yeah, man.  It's no secret I don't think much of kaffirs,"
said Piet, using the derogatory Afrikaner term for blacks;
"but the young ones sure make for great little sex-toys."

"Can we do a 4-way, like we did last time?"

"Sure.  That'll be a good way to start off our little
party," said the older man, looking over at Tamba and then
at Joseph.  "And I guess you'll want to watch again while I
give my kaffir-boy a nice long fuck."

"You know you love showing off for me!" said the younger
man with a grin.  Nik was the submissive partner when he
and Piet had sex with each other, but he got a special
erotic thrill from watching while the older man fucked a
child-whore... sometimes a girl of 11 or 12 or 13 years,
but more often a boy of similar age.

While the soldiers talked, Tamba was whispering suggestions
to Joseph for how to service a man sexually... such as how
to give a blow-job without scraping the man's erection with
his teeth, and how to dilate his anal muscle as the man's
cock pushed in.

As they entered the hotel, the owner at the front desk
greeted the soldiers warmly, ignoring the boys.  But his
demeanor became testy when the two soldiers asked for only
one room.  Several minutes of negotiations ended with them
paying a 50% premium, and they headed upstairs with the
boys.  The room was reasonably clean but minimally
furnished, having a double bed, a straight-back chair, and
a wash-stand.

Nik opened his rucksack and pulled out its contents: two
pairs of white knee-high athletic socks, two Y-front white
briefs, a tube of KY lube, a single condom, and a small
camera.

"You're so damned kinky!" said Piet with a laugh.  "But I
have to admit that a black-skinned boy looks especially
sexy in those white socks and underpants you bring along.
Remember, though, that I don't want my face showing in any
of your pictures."

"I never share them with anyone but you," said the young
soldier. "I swear it!  And I don't even store them on my
laptop's hard-drive.  We'll do it just like last time – you
go through them when we're done and delete or edit any
where someone could recognize you. A deal?"

"Fair enough. Let's get going," said Piet.

As Nik was directing Tamba to strip nude and clean himself
at the washstand, Piet went over to the chair and sat on
the edge of the seat.  "Come here, boy," he said to Joseph
in English.  "Stand here in front of me."  The soldier
positioned the boy between his spread legs.  "Let's start
by taking these sissy clothes off you and put you in my
mate's nice boy-clothes."

The soldier ran his hands slowly down Joseph's torso and
then pulled off the tight shirt.  The man's hands continued
their exploration of the 11-year-old's chest and arms and
shoulders... then around to his back, pulling him in
closer.

"You nervous, boy?"

Joseph nodded.  He had only a vague idea of what was going
to happen.  But he smiled at the soldier, as Mama had
instructed him.

"Don't worry.  You and me will have some good fun together.
You want Uncle Piet to teach you how to be a good little
whore and make lots of money for your family?"

"Yes, sir," said the youngster politely.

Piet's strong hands moved down Joseph's lower back, sliding
inside the waistband of the panties, moving over the boy's
smooth, firm butt.  Then his fingers came around to the
sides of the underwear and eased it down Joseph's thighs.

"Ah; there are your little treasures again!" said the man.
As one hand fondled the boy's butt-cheeks, the other toyed
with Joseph's immature balls and his soft penis, quickly
manipulating it to a sexy, boyish erection. Then he turned
Joseph around, so the boy's back pressed against the man's
chest and crotch.  The soldier's hands wandered freely over
the front of Joseph's body.  Piet's lips touched the dark
brown skin of Joseph's neck, and he inhaled.  It was a
scent that he found irresistibly rich and sensuous.  "Just
like the smell of the little kaffir boy-whores back in
Johannesburg, when I get them washed and ready to be
fucked," he murmured in Afrikaans.  "Almost as sexy as the
smell of a white boy."

Joseph didn't understand what the man was saying, but he
was experiencing the pleasure of a man's sexual caresses
for the first time, and he liked it.  Looking across the
room, Joseph saw Tamba, now wearing the white underpants
and knee-socks, lying on the bed.  The young soldier had
stripped off his own uniform down to army-issue boxer
shorts, and his average-size erection stuck out obscenely
through the slit in the front.  He was alternating between
fondling the boy's body, taking pictures of it, and
stroking his own cock.  The man was especially enthralled
by the way Tamba's stiff boner pushed up a prominent ridge
along the front of the snug briefs.  Nik caressed the
cloth-covered penis with his fingers and bent down to
nuzzle it with mouth and nose, in between taking close-up
photos.  Then he moved to the boy's feet, pulling the socks
up tight, fondling them lovingly, and taking more pictures.

"You suit my desires perfectly," murmured Nik in Afrikaans.
The man peeled off his boxer shorts, jacked his erection a
few more times, and said in English to the 13-year-old: "I
want you to stroke my cock with your feet. Understand?"

Tamba smiled cheerfully and nodded.  He was well-accustomed
to indulging the sexual kinks of men.  When he'd been a
boy-soldier, it was not unusual during lulls in the
fighting for a militia officer to take Tamba back to his
hut for the night.  And sometimes a group of officers, high
on amphetamine, would have an all-night orgy of uninhibited
debauchery with boy-soldiers and with the girls who had
been kidnapped to serve as sex-slaves.

As the naked Afrikaner stood beside the bed, Tamba brought
his feet up and rubbed them against the straining erection.
Nik caressed the soft sock-clad feet, one in each hand, and
then pressed them together on either side of his cock,
thrusting his hips and fucking the passageway between the
arches of the black-boy's feet.

"Ah... nice!" moaned the South African as he indulged his
fetish for young boys in white socks.  He pulled away
before the urge for orgasm overcame him, and lifted a foot
to his mouth to nuzzle it and suck at the cloth-covered
toes.  Then he looked over across the room.  "Hey, Piet;
how about we get some pictures of the boys playing
together?"

"Sure, Nikky," said the older man indulgently.

In another minute, Joseph had pulled on the underpants and
socks and was lying on the bed with Tamba, side-by-side on
their backs, identically dressed, smiling at each other.
Piet was stripping off his uniform as Nik took pictures of
the two boys.

"Do some kissing," instructed the young soldier.  "Feel
each other up and do some sexy making out." Joseph, who had
never kissed anyone in a sensual way, didn't know what to
do.  But Tamba took the lead, pulling the younger boy into
an embrace, pressing their lips together, and teaching
Joseph how to tongue-kiss.  The 13-year-old also made a
show of rolling them around on the bed, getting on top of
Joseph and grinding their crotches together, then
maneuvering so the smaller boy was on top, and groping
Joseph's underpants-covered ass.

As Nik was taking pictures, Piet came up behind him,
reaching around to stroke his buddy's cock, and rubbed his
own boner against the younger soldier's butt.

"Pull off the boy's underpants," said Nik to Tamba.  "Then
lie on your back and have him kneel over your face, while
you suck his cock."

Tamba knew just what to do and he whispered instructions to
the younger boy.  In a moment, Tamba had positioned Joseph
with his pre-pubescent boner sliding smoothly into the
older lad's talented mouth.  Nik was giddily taking
pictures of the boyhood sex-play from every angle, as Piet
watched and continued fondling his friend's erection.

"Hey, Piet.  Take some pictures of me going down on the
older boy.  Take a lot!"  He handed the camera to his mate,
positioned himself on the bed between Tamba's spread legs,
and maneuvered the boy's handsome dark-skinned erection and
balls out through the flap in the front of the soft briefs.
As the older man took pictures, Nik fondled the stiff cock
and soft ball-sack and then dipped his face down.  At first
he licked and sucked the balls, then licked his way up the
slender penis-shaft, finally taking the cock-head into his
mouth.  The young man moaned with satisfaction as his lips
and tongue explored the flared glans, and then began a
rhythmic up-and-down sucking along the entire shaft.  This
boy's cock was perfect – half-mature, just the right size.
The power-reversal of the Afrikaner soldier being sexually
submissive to a black boy made this all the more erotic.
`I love sucking a black boy's cock!' he thought to himself.

Tamba felt the jolt of sexual pleasure instantly, and he
thrust his hips up into the man's mouth.  At the same time,
Tamba sucked more aggressively on the little boy's penis,
and his fingers dug into Joseph's slender butt cheeks.

"Stroke my cock, boy," Piet said to Joseph, taking the
boy's hand and guiding it to his thick erection.  He kept
taking pictures with Nik's camera, capturing each element
of the 4-way combination... zooming close to capture
Joseph's stiff little penis sliding in and out of Tamba's
sucking mouth... Nik's euphoric blow-job on Tamba's barely
pubescent boner... and Joseph's small hand stroking Piet's
own manly cock.

"Now, suck it," said Piet, as he removed Joseph's hand and
pushed his crotch forward.  "Suck my cock, kaffir-boy!"
Piet hooked his left hand behind the boy's head and drew
Joseph's mouth toward him, while continuing to take
pictures with the camera in his right hand.  "Do to me what
your friend is doing for you."

The man's broad cock-head pressed against Joseph's lips,
and the boy opened his mouth wide to accept it.  He thought
about Tamba's suggestion: "When the soldier tells you to
suck it, cover your teeth with your lips so you won't
scrape him."  But it was difficult to do while his mouth
was being invaded and fully stretched open in an O-shape by
the thick erection.  He tried his best, though, and the
grunts of lust coming from the man suggested his efforts
were good enough.

"That looks so sexy!" said Nik as he stopped sucking Tamba
and stood up to watch.  "Here; give me the camera."

Now Piet held Joseph's head firmly in both hands, as his
hips began to thrust in a rhythmic cadence, deeper into the
boy's small mouth.  Joseph's eyes bulged and snot began to
run from his nose.  His throat gagged at the intrusion, but
he was determined to persevere, knowing that this sex-work
was making good money for his family.

Eventually, Piet pushed Joseph's head away.  The boy
breathed deeply, grateful to be rid of the unpleasant taste
of the cock's pre-cum and the physical discomfort of his
first blow-job. "I'm ready for the boy's ass," said Piet.
"So what's your pleasure going to be this time, Nikky?"

"I want to start out with my boy giving me a fuck... big
surprise, eh?... and then maybe we can trade-off our boys
after you've shot your first load."

"Sounds like a plan," said the older soldier.  "How about
you start off by using your tongue to get my lad ready to
be fucked?"

"Since you twist my arm..." said Nik with a laugh. He liked
rimming a boy almost as much as he loved sucking them and
being fucked by their young cocks.  "How about you play
with my boy while I prepare yours."

Nik lay on his back, his head propped up by the pillow, and
instructed Joseph to lie atop him in the 69 position.  The
soldier maneuvered the boy so that his ass was right in
front of the man's mouth.

"Suck my cock, lad," said the soldier, as he spread the
little boy's butt cheeks with his hands and went to work
with his tongue.  At first he slathered around the outer
flesh of the clean anal pucker with broad tongue-licks,
then probed into it with his tongue-tip.

Joseph's mouth was already on the soldier's cock when he
first felt the incredible sensation from his bottom-hole
being licked.  This was so much better than when he had
sucked the older man!  This one's penis was smaller for one
thing, and Joseph was in control of how deeply it
penetrated his mouth.  And with the thrilling feeling
rushing through his body from the rimming, it was
completely enjoyable.

As he watched the activity on the bed, Piet stood behind
Tamba, running his hands over the boy's naked body, paying
particular attention at first to the 13-year-old's
beautifully rounded buttocks.  Then he reached around the
front to feel the boy's stiff cock.  Piet had never sucked
kaffir-cock... it just didn't seem right for an Afrikaner.
But he had sucked plenty of white boys, especially during
his unit's recent posting in Kosovo, where the plentiful
supply of young street-kids would do anything for 5 euros.
Except for its color, this kaffir's cock was just like the
type he had enjoyed so much in that Muslim Balkan country.
As Piet became increasingly aroused at the thought,
fondling the boyish erection and the dangling balls, he
felt a brief temptation to suck the black boy's cock.

No, he decided.  White boys are for sucking; kaffir boys
are for fucking.  It would be nice to fuck this one's
amazing ass when he was through with the younger lad, but
he could never see himself being anything but dominant with
someone of the dark race.  He gave Tambo's butt a sharp
slap, surprising the boy at first, but then getting a grin
from him as he tilted his buttocks up and back as if asking
for another spank.

"OK; enough of that, Nikky.  Let's switch back."

This was what Piet wanted most.  He directed Joseph to lay
face-down, perpendicular across the bed, the pillow
underneath his hips and his legs dangling over the bedside.
There'd be plenty of room for Nik and Tamba to go at it
beside them.  "Put some of this in his hole," he told
Tamba, handing him the small tube of KY.

The older boy dabbed a generous finger-full on Joseph's
asshole and then pushed his finger in, twisting it around
inside the tight passage.  Then he bent down and whispered
a final suggestion in Joseph's ear.

As Piet was positioning himself behind Joseph, the other
soldier lay on his back on the bed with his legs pulled
back, with Tamba applying the lube to his ass as well.
Then Nik handed the boy a condom - a Japanese variety
specially designed for slender, short erections; perfect
for the 13-year-old.  AIDS was rife in this part of Africa,
so there was no reason to take chances... not that the
soldiers would be using condoms on their own cocks.

Piet's left hand pulled Joseph's ass-cheek to the side.
His right hand directed his cock to its goal, nestling up
to the lubricated entrance to the boy's virgin hole.  He
didn't thrust in fast and hard, although the thought was
tempting.  Unlike some he'd run across, Piet wasn't the
brutal sort.  He took no pleasure from hurting a boy.
Instead he pushed forward slowly, savoring the tightness.
He could see Joseph's hand clutching the bed-covers
tightly, but there was no crying out.  In fact, the boy was
flexing open for him, rather than clamping shut.  Maybe
that's what the other boy whispered to him a minute ago.

Next to them on the bed, Tamba was moving his slender cock
easily into the soldier's anus.  "Yeah!  Shove it in me!"
said Nik.  There was no need to take this one slow.  The
soldier reached between his pulled-back legs to stroke his
cock as the boy started fucking him fast and hard.

Piet increased the speed and depth of his own fucking,
thrusting deeper and pulling back farther each time.  He
couldn't see that Joseph was biting down on the bedcovers,
fighting the urge to cry out... but it wouldn't have made
much difference if he had.  As long as the boy didn't
complain, Piet wasn't about to slow up.  And in any case,
fucking the boy's wonderfully-tight ass felt fantastic!

As he gradually settled into his rhythm – an easy cadence
of long fuck-strokes that could keep the session going a
nice long time – Piet noticed that the boy was getting more
relaxed, his hands no longer clutched tightly, the tension
in his body loosening.  Piet gave the boy's butt a friendly
pat.  "Good lad!  You're a natural bum-boy!"  All kaffir
boys are, he thought.

Then the soldier looked down at buddy.  Nik was slowly
masturbating himself.  He had his eyes closed, an ecstatic
look on his face – just the way he did whenever Piet fucked
him face-to-face.

Finally Piet looked over at Tamba, fucking away at Nik's
ass – a rare treat for the boy-whore.  Piet gave the boy a
wink, then made a fist with his right hand and held it up.
Tamba bumped it with his own fist, nodding his head as a
big grin lit up his face.

....

Forty minutes later, Joseph stood with his mother out on
the busy street, biting at the grilled chicken meat on a
skewer that he held in one hand, and holding a bottle of
coca cola in the other.  He was dressed in just his
trousers; bare-chested.  The panties and sissy-shirt were
in his mother's satchel – the shirt because it embarrassed
Joseph to be seen in it on the street; the panties because
semen was still leaking from his twice-fucked ass.

"I'm still angry that the other man used you too.  I would
have gotten more money if I'd known. Does your bottom-hole
hurt, Baby?"

"It feels alright, Mama.  It only hurt a little more than
when you were stretching it with the cucumber.  And that
was just the first time, at the beginning.  After that, it
didn't feel bad at all."  In fact, the boy thought to
himself, he might actually come to enjoy this kind of work,
just like Tamba.  Especially if the customers sucked his
penis, like that younger Blue-Helmet did.

"I'm getting ice cream after I finish with the next
soldier; right Mama?"


End of Part 5.

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