Date: Fri, 13 Apr 2012 21:34:10 +0100 (BST) From: Hasan Khan Subject: Black Mukanda Illunga and his cousin Malunda splashed about in the river, cooling and refreshing themselves after a hard day under the fierce African sun, weeding, tilling and watering their families' vegetable plots: rows of cassava, peanuts, little green aubergines, peppers and onions. Their village, Katenge, was one of the hundreds of isolated settlements on the bush savannah plateau in the centre of Africa. The nearest town of any size was over one hundred miles away, a decayed old mining centre. There was nothing that could be called a city for over two hundred miles in any direction. The two teenagers romped about playfully, pushing and pulling each other by the arms and legs into the sparkling water. Teasing each other, grabbing cocks and balls they laughed and yelled under the clear blue sky. Illunga squeezed his cousin's ball sack and made to pound the round eggs which had grown so large during the last few years. Malunda responded by grabbing Illunga's dick and pulling the foreskin back under the water as if he was going to start giving him an aquatic wank. Their playfulness was just fun, at that moment neither thought of anything more than touching and squeezing. Eventually tumbling apart, they jumped up and down in the cool water of the river. At last they left the water and lay down on the grassy river bank, their naked bodies glistening and drying in the sunlight. Dark brown rather than black, the boys' physiques were not dissimilar despite a difference of twelve months in age. Illunga at seventeen was almost five feet six and slightly muscular from regular work in the fields. His waist was slim, his abdomen flat and tight. Malunda, a year younger was about the same height but already his shoulders were broader and his thighs thicker. Both teenagers shared the same facial features, the wide nose, the thick protruding lips, perfectly rounded cheekbones and small delicate ears. Smiling, their brilliant white teeth would almost glisten, even in the dark. Illunga and Malunda with their eyes closed to the still harsh sun, relaxed after the day's work and let the warm breeze dry blow over them. Each had his legs splayed ever so slightly, allowing their heavy dark genitals to fall between their legs. There was little difference between the two boys: both had almost five thick inches of flaccid cock, each with a generous overhang of foreskin covering solid plum shaped helmets. Both had a thin wiry bush of hair above the genitals. The differences were in the details, Malunda having the largest balls in a great sack of skin and Illunga a somewhat more tapered foreskin compared to his cousin's open tube of flesh. As the sun began to fall in the sky the boys realised that it would soon be time to make their way back to the village. The vegetable plots were about a mile away from the untidy collection of huts and cabins that made up Kitenge. Still, it was not yet dusk and the air was still warm. Illunga stretched out his arm to cusp Malunda's love nuts and roll them between his long fingers. In a moment his cousin's dick began to rise and the foreskin stretched open to reveal the tip of the dark crown within. Responding, Malunda shifted on his side reaching over towards his cousin's dick, pocking a finger into the narrow opening of the foreskin, working his way in to rub at the hard helmet and tease the wide piss slit with his fingertip. Illunga moved up from the balls of his cousin and began to pull back the rubbery foreskin to reveal the deep purple crown of Malunda's cock. The two boys slowly wanked each other's foreskins up and down the thick shafts. The cocks grew stronger and longer very soon so hard and stiff that the foreskins when drawn up would cover no more than half the massive cockheads. Illunga was stiff to almost eight inches of hard cock, Malunda a little less but certainly over seven solid inches. Languidly and then rhythmically they wanked the foreskins up and down, each desirous to please the other and both waiting expectantly for that moment of no return when creamy white love juice would spurt onto the dark navels. They did not have to wait long and a groan from Malunda signalled the start of an eruption which continued as Illunga wanked the now greasy, slippery foreskin up and down over Malunda's throbbing helmet, catching one spurt in the foreskin before letting another shoot upwards. Malunda intensified the pressure on his cousin's dick and in a moment Illunga too began to spray out his white cream. ....................... On the edge of the forest, about four miles upstream from Kitenge, two young men had almost finished with their work. For a week now, Kasongo and his brother, Katumba, had been building two small cabins, clearing a grove among the wild palms and bananas, beating out sheets of bark, gathering wood, bamboo, wild plants and a leaves from a number of different trees. Two large antelopes had been trapped and killed, smoked and wrapped in up in banana leaves held together by raffia cord. They had scraped out lumps of white clay and kaolin from the river bank and sealed it in calabasses mixed with water from the river. Before the sun went down they must set off for Kitenge where their father would by now be waiting for them. Kasongo and Katunga set off at quick pace, leaving their encampment behind them. The savannah was beginning to dry up and as the sun went down the air cooled quickly. The light of a half moon lighted their path to the village and even before they were in sight of it they could hear the singing and laughter of what was a village feast in progress, surely to celebrate the arrival of their father, Katula. The pathway twisted and turned around small hillocks, anthills and clumps of bush, the dry soil crunching beneath their feet. Soon enough they caught sight of oil lamps and fires lighting the darkness, causing shadows to fall upon the white-grey walls of the adobe huts. In the central area of the village, the place of discussions and arbitrations, children's games and communal festivities they saw their father seated on a low stool and surrounded by relatives, young and old seated on the ground. A single wide branched flame tree in the middle of the place provided a natural canopy under which the elder held court. On either side of Katula were his nephews, Illunga and Malunda, sitting upright as if they were also guests of honour. Kasongo and Katunga were loudly cheered as they entered the assembly and took their places next to their young cousins. Maize beer was offered to the five of them by Illunga's mother and Malunda's elder sister. They drank in gulps and quickly drained the tin goblets. Illunga and Malunda had not seen their elder cousins in many years and had only the dimmest memory of their respective mother's elder brother, Katula who had moved away from the village many years previously. The four cousins enquired about distant relatives and friends, some of whom were only names to the teenagers. Kasongo and Katunga told them a little about life in another village and the town which had once been an important settlement in colonial days. At twenty- four and twenty-six, Kasongo and Katunga had seen something of the big world beyond the bush, but nonetheless were still countrymen in heart and mind. The women of the clan appeared again bringing platers of roasted goat and mutton, grilled cassava and corn cobs, steaming bowls of vegetables and maize porridge. "Uncle" Katula as guest of honour was served a whole meal before the four cousins were plied with food. After they had been given a whole calabasse of palm wine, the remainder of the assembly was invited to serve itself. Maize beer, palm wine and the noise of tam tams and singing, the screams and laughter of numerous children made the event into a perfect celebration of joy and welcome for Katula, Kasongo and Katunga. Illunga and Malunda felt themselves honoured to be seated so close to their senior maternal uncle and his sons. After an hour or so and as if by some pre-arranged signal, every woman and child began to leave the public space and return to the huts and cabins of the village leaving only the menfolk who now gathered closely around the central party made up of Katula, his sons and two nephews. "Men of the clan of Sanga" began Katula, "our chief, Kalundulungu has accepted that my two nephews, Illunga and Malunda should become candidates for mukanda, to be completed at the next full moon. Sanga men, you remember well the day you became men and left your childhood behind you. Tonight we celebrate for Illunga and Malunda who will soon learn the great secrets of our tribe. I am honoured that our chief has appointed my own sons to be their guides and sponsors for mukanda. Tomorrow, at sunrise they will leave for the camp and at the full moon I shall go to join them for the great ceremony." Illunga and Malunda were told to rise and without warning their uncle poured over their heads a stream of maize beer which quickly soaked their scanty shirts and cut off trousers, dripping onto their feet as it did so. "Tonight is the last night that you will sleep in the houses of your mothers. In the morning when the cocks crow, be ready to go away with your cousins," instructed Katula. "Be brave and fear nothing. You will return to the village as men of the clan of Sanga and take your places in the ranks of our clan." Completely ignorant and mystified but somewhat excited by the little speech that their uncle had just made the two teenagers were escorted to their respective house huts by men from the village. Today they had been just two boys working in the bush. Tonight they were being treated like princes. They hardly had a moment to say goodnight when they were separated, each in his mother's dwelling place. Without anything else to distract them, each of the boys found his sleeping place beside younger brothers and with the effects of the maize beer and palm wine well advanced drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the meeting with uncle and cousins but most of all the cock and ball fun they had enjoyed only a few hours before. ................ Before dawn broke the four cousins were en route to the mukanda encampment. Each carried sack containing further supplies of food and oil, salt and candles. Little was said in the cool half light as dawn broke over the savannah, Kasongo and Katula avoiding all questions about what the stay in the bush would entail. By the time the youths and men reached their new temporary home the sun was rising in the sky spreading its warmth over all beneath. Kasongo, as they approached the first of the huts instructed Illunga and Malunda to enter. "When inside you must remove your clothing and you sit on the banana leaves which you find on the floor." The two youths cautiously entered the cabin. Thin poles of wood which had been sunk into the ground to form the frame of the wall which was woven with thinner branches and thatch. The circular construction had a low roof of thatch held up by a centrally placed slim tree trunk. The floor was dirt, though it bore the scorch marks where the thin covering of grass had been recently burned, leaving a musty, smoky smell. Perplexed by the command that Kasongo had given, but realising that they were in the hands of their "elders", the two stripped in the half light of the cabin and sat awkwardly, each on his mat of wild banana leaves. After what seemed to be an everlasting wait, Kasongo's voice was heard at the narrow entrance to the cabin. "Illunga, come out." The youth nervously got to his feet and crouched as he made his way out, naked as no adult had seen him for many years. Standing upright in the bright sun he was shocked to see his cousin Kasongo, half naked wrapped in what appeared to be an animal skin hanging from one shoulder down to below the groin, the strong muscular dark brown body glistening with freshly applied oil. Pointing to a piece of tree trunk which would serve as a stool, he told Illunga to sit. Standing before the young man he explained that over the next two weeks many secrets would be revealed and that Illunga must obey immediately whatever command was given, endure any pain that he would undergo and learn to be a man in many ways. "To begin your period of transformation you must first be cleansed." Surveying the youth in front of him he saw that there was little body hair, arms, legs and torso being completely smooth apart from the expected covering below the navel. Kasongo took from a pouch, hanging at his waist, a small razor and began to shave the boys head removing every last hair. There was no facial hair to shave but when Illunga was ordered to raise his arms a few small tufts were quickly removed by the blade. "Stand up and change places". Illunga rose and now Kasongo sat, looking directly at the youth's groin. The well developed genitals were surmounted by a thin bush of wiry hairs which in a few moments were razored away. Kasongo cupped the ball sac in his hand feeling for any bushiness on the smooth skin, but there was none. Running his hand behind the ball sac he found no evidence of hairiness. Illunga's cock however, began to respond to the intimacy of the touch. His cock slowly swelled and his foreskin stretched tight around the helmet, now pointing towards his cousin's face. Kasongo did not react to this display of youthful erection but rather ordered his young cousin to turn around, spread his legs and bend downwards. Long, firm fingers entered the cleft of the firm buttocks and stretched them apart in the search for hair growth. Just the slightest of fuzz was discovered at the edges of the cleft. Holding one buttock away from the other, Kasongo swiftly and accurately swept the razor across the dark skin, removing the last traces of hair from Illunga's body. Satisfied with these preliminaries, Kasongo ordered Illunga to follow him down to the river where he was to completely immerse himself under the surface of the water, four times. Whilst the boy bathed, Kasongo stood like a sentry on guard watching his nephew and secretly hoping that the boy would not bring disgrace to the clan in the coming days. Anyone could cope with a body shave but Kasongo knew from personal experience of the pains which would soon follow. While Illunga was bathing in the river, Malunda was being shaved by Katula. The two crossed each other's paths as one returned to the encampment and the other went to bathe. By mid morning they were both back in their hut stroking their bald heads and groins, wondering how long it would take for the hair to grow back. After a while Katula called them back outside and had them stand in front of him. "Now that you are cleansed for mukanda you will receive the marks of our tribe. You must stand perfectly still whilst the incisions are made. Bear the pain for it will test your strength for greater moments." From behind Kasongo clasped the head of Illunga, palms over the ears and fingers spread across the bald skull. Katula stepped forward holding a small pointed knife and without warning cut a half inch line diagonally into the left cheek of his nephew and immediately did the same to the right. Drops of blood trickled from the wounds and Kasongo was aware of the trembling in the body that he was holding in position. With blood dripping from Illunga's face onto the ground, Kasongo moved his hands down to take hold of the youth by the waist in readiness for subsequent incisions. Katula went down on his knees still holding the knife and began the excruciating business of carving this time, not just one diagonal but two, and then a third straight line to make a triangle below the navel. With the blood flowing freely and Illunga beginning to tremble in the legs Kasongo held the youth ever more tightly, knowing that the knife had not yet finished its work. Illunga could feel and taste the bile as it rose in his gullet and tears began to well in his eyes as the knife began to cut again making a second triangle this time above the navel. Standing only a few feet away, Malunda felt his bowels tightening as he watched the knife carve into his cousin's abdomen. Without realising what was happening and unable to stop the embarrassment, urine began to trickle from his penis and splash onto the surface of the hard sun baked clay soil beneath his feet. Petrified, unable to move he closed his eyes to all around him as the warm liquid puddled around his feet. While Kasongo held Malunda and Katula marked his face and navel with the insignia of the Sanga his body shook and tears ran down his cheeks mixing with the blood oozing from his wounds. Katula took longer with this second operation, having to wait for the moments when his nephews stomach muscles stopped convulsing in between the six cuts that were necessary to complete the design. The incisions finished, Kasongo and Katula stood in front of the trembling youths and began to berate them for them for their lack of manliness in receiving the knife. They were just boys but pain and suffering would each them to be men. Whilst Kasongo continued the harangue Katula went off and returned with two bamboo sticks which they immediately began to use to beat the buttocks of the tearful youths. Ordering them to bear the pain and cease their childish ways, Kasongo and Katula struck violently at the tight backsides which clenched and throbbed as the canes beat down in every direction. At last the beating came to an end and the boys were ordered to remain standing in the glare of the sun. The wounds on their bodies continued to drip blood. Looking down they both could see the bright red liquid oozing from the dark brown skin above their, hairless naked genitals. In both cases the blood was forming a stream which snaked its way down along the top of the dicks before dripping off the end of the foreskins onto the ground between their feet. Before long, their elder cousins reappeared, each carrying a clay pot. "You will not be held this time. You will stand without motion when we complete your scarification. Do you understand? One movement and you will be beaten severely." Kasongo, who had seemed so friendly last night now showed himself to be a strict master of initiation and not inclined to pity. Katula stepped up to Illunga and using a small cloth and the cold water from his clay pot began to wash the wound on his left cheek. Before the blood began to flow again, Kasongo moved in and with one hand stretched the wound open whilst rubbing charcoal dust into it with the other. The stinging pain was hardly less than that caused by the incision, but Illunga somehow managed to stand firm as the wound was packed with the black powder. If this was the worst that he had to undergo then hopefully it would soon be over. Not a word was spoken or a cry uttered whilst Katula and Kasongo worked their way through the painful business of completing this first stage of their nephews' initiation into manhood. At last, the torment over, Illunga and Malunda were ordered back to their hut, with instructions to lay down and under no circumstances to touch, rub or scrape at their wounds. The bleeding had been stopped by the charcoal powder, which embedded in the pink flesh would cause raised scars to form within a few days. The youths, trembling once more, lay down beside each other, naked but too exhausted by their ordeal to have any interest in the flaccid dicks which flopped over their ball sacs to rest on their dark skinned thighs. Though it was still before mid-day, each closed his eyes and was soon falling asleep. They were awakened some hours later by Kasongo who ordered them outside to eat a meal of maize porridge, vegetables and dried meat. Ravenous, the boys filled their stomachs, happy to enjoy the food after the trauma of the morning. For the rest of the day and into the evening, they remained naked, outside. Sitting on the bare ground they listened to Kasongo and Katula take turns in recounting the legends of the Sanga people: how the gods broke through from under the rocks of the earth and created men and women, the wars which had made the Sangas son powerful in past ages, the traditions of kings and chiefs, clan leaders and elders. All was explained in detail and the youths began the difficult work of memorising lists of kings and chiefs, their accomplishments and victories. As night fell and the four sat around the warmth and light of a charcoal fire, Illunga and Malunda felt relaxed and almost proud of themselves, forgetting the humiliation of the morning's events. They began to feel that this seclusion in the bush would be a great turning point in their lives, though just how, they did not yet know. With darkness surrounding them and the only sound that of the creatures of the forest, the four cousins retired to their respective cabins. Apart from the banana leaf floor covering the boys had nothing other than a couple of blankets between them. With the sun, the temperature had dropped dramatically and by instinct Illunga and Malunda lay down close to each other, their bodies gently brushing under the rough blankets. Malunda felt the warm breath of his cousin on his face and neck and began to press his legs and torso against Illunga who responded by taking the younger boy in his arms and clasping him close. Malunda's arms did not move to embrace Illunga but they did move downwards and gently he began to caress his cousin's ball sac. Slowly and sensuously he rolled the orbs between his fingers, as delicately as could be done. The ball sac was like soft, wrinkled velvet. There was no violence or intent to hurt here: he wanted only to give pleasure and enjoy the feel of the soft balls in his hand. Illunga's organ began its slow rise to stiffness as Malunda caressed the sac nearer and nearer to the base of the cock. Slowly and gently Malunda worked his hand around the base of Illunga's stiff cock and with a gentle squeezing motion of his fingers let his hand climb to the crown to massage the large helmet which was still covered with its foreskin. Still holding the rock hard cock Malunda stretched out one finger and began to probe the little conical tube of skin which extended beyond the crown of his cousin's cock. Slowly and surely his finger stretched the foreskin and found its goal, the wide piss slit, leaking its white juice. Swirling his finger around inside the cloak of skin he delighted in the smooth hardness of Illunga's cock crown. Illunga now responded and took hold of his cousin's already hard cock. The foreskin had already stretched to expose the tip of the crown and it very quickly slipped back to reveal the whole helmet at the slightest touch from Illunga. Illunga reciprocated Malunda's attentions by rubbing and massaging the deep brown cockhead with its own leaking juice. Illunga fingers slathered the ridge of Malunda's cockhead with the pre-cum gently working the liquid into the fold and gap of the foreskin behind the ridge and around to the string which he began to tease with the nail of his finger. Malunda gasped and trembled at this latest excitation. At last Malunda began to draw Illunga's foreskin down and work his fingers through and around the fold of foreskin straining at the top of the shaft, just below his cousin's cock crown. Simultaneously the youths began to stretch each other's foreskin down the shaft exposing the sensitive inner skin to the cool evening air. Pulling taught on the cocks they mutually fingered the moist shafts, lubricated by their natural white secretions. Firmly and slowly they began to wank each other, synchronised in their pulling and pushing. Up and down the thick shafts leaving the head exposed alternating with long strokes which brought the foreskins to totally cover the swollen cock heads. Gradually they built up the pace of the wank until both hands were flying against each other, one dark helmet exposed whilst the other was being uncovered. After the minutes of frenzy, Illunga began to slow down, to pump with his clenched fist, the thick dark shaft which he held in his hand. The squeezing and releasing of his cousin's cock he then combined with a slow and deliberate wanking using the mobility of the foreskin to bring Malunda to the point of no return. Malunda's rock hard seven inches began to throb in his hand and Illunga believed that he could feel the eruption of cream make its way up the shaft. Malunda's groin tightened and the muscles under his dark skin began to ripple as man cream shot out in long bursts onto his navel. Malunda gasped and groaned as the eruption continued. The sensations in his helmet were intense as the now slimy and greasy foreskin was whipped up and down over his cockhead. Illunga pulled Malunda's foreskin far back causing the boy to jerk with pleasure as the ultra sensitive shaft felt the pressure of the strong fingers working on it. At last the eruption turned to a dribble but Illunga continued to wank the cock as it softened, trapping every last drop of man cream inside the foreskin. Malunda, breathing slowly and deeply, began to work once more on Illunga's cock bringing it back to its full seven plus inches, using his cousins somewhat tighter foreskin to enhance the pleasure. Pulling it up and down just over and below the thick ridge of the helmet he concentrated the stimulation in the spot where shaft meets crown and with his index finger teased the thick, tight band of flesh which ran vertically behind the helmet into the seam of foreskin. Illunga gasped and cried out when his cousin stretched a finger to stab at the piss slit, pushing a nail into the gap and exposing the delicate inner flesh to the air. Jerking his hips, Illunga was lost in the in a world where pleasure turned to pain and pain to pleasure. When it seemed that his deep purple black cockhead was about to burst Malunda began the long stretch that skinned his cousin's cock back to the base before wanking it tight, loose, quick, slow, quick to the point when the whole organ began to jerk of its own accord. Illunga cried out as the first burst of man juice erupted from his cock. Malunda's hand tightened around the hard column of flesh and despite the tightness of the skin continued to wank it up and over the helmet and back as Illunga spewed out his cream. Exhausted and completely relieved, the youths embraced tightly, wrapping their legs together, groin to groin, face to face. The slippery mess on their stomachs spread over the wounds that had been so painfully inflicted that morning. Never in all their boyish sessions together had they given and received so much intense pleasure. Ball sacs emptied and cocks skin to skin they drifted off to sleep oblivious to what the next few days might bring. End of Part 1. Hope you enjoyed it. Next time, Illunga and Malunda will learn some new techniques. If you have any ideas about what the next stage should involve let me know. Jeremy.