Date: Wed, 25 May 2011 14:02:45 +0100 From: Alex Carbine Subject: World Tour 04 World Tour 04 by Alex Carbine I give the usual warning that there are graphic descriptions of man to man sex, of many types. So if you do not wish to read this, go away now!!! However if you do enjoy the titillation reading about this can give, hold at the back of your mind that what I describe actually happened. I know, I was there!!!!! Honestly.............. Chapter Four. Mombasa, Kenya. The flight to Mombasa and the car journey to the Hotel was uneventful. The 5 Star Hotel was north of the Town, on the seafront, sitting alone in it's surrounding coat of tall waving palms, overlooking the deep blue sea and the blazing white sand beach. Each of the staff I had met was courteous and friendly, their very dark faces highlighted by their very white teeth every time they smiled, which seemingly was often. I unpacked my cases, which had preceded me to the Hotel from the Airport, and decided to have a look around, to get my bearings. Sandals, shorts, printed shirt, sunglasses and wide brim straw hat were the order of the day. The hat I bought in the tourist shop before I went outside, as everyone I had seen from my car on the way in was wearing one. Stepping through the ,doors out onto the terrace was like moving from one planet to another. The quiet, almost Cathedral-like air-conditioned atmosphere of the Hotel gave way to the afternoon heat and sounds of the real world. I walked down the broad stone stairway to the next terrace where there were sun-loungers set out under wide straw-capped umbrellas which gave individual pools of shade. As I approached a lounger, a steward appeared with a towel and a teethy grin. "Can I help Sah?" a phrase to which I subsequently became used, and without waiting for an answer he lay the fresh towel along the lounger. "Perhaps a Welcoming Drink, Sah? On the Hotel?" Again the flash of teeth. As he retreated with my order for the white rum punch he had suggested, I looked around and took stock of my situation. I decided I was in paradise, but, as a friend had for-warned me, it apparently had a subtle flaw, in the shape of mosquitoes 'so big you could put a saddle on them and ride them'! It was time for my next tablet of anti-malarial Paludrine, which I had started taking regularly a week before. "Very sensible, Sah," said the voice at my elbow. The steward, who's lapel badge informed me was Andrew, had returned with my drink. He was dressed in an all-white uniform, the jacket closed with gold buttons from the closed neck to the waist. His long white trousers and tan shoes finished the ensemble. It was these trousers that filled my vision as I turned to take my drink, a fresh pineapple hollowed and filled with Bacardi and juice. I could see he was a big man in more than height. "If there is anything else you wish, just signal for me, Sah," and indicated the pager that I had not been there previously on the table beside me. 'If he is a sample of my visit', I thought to myself, 'this could prove to be interesting times'. I did not realise how tired I was until waking the next day. I had discovered the indoor pool the previous evening when I was walking round after Dinner, and it was there that I made my way for a morning 'wake-up' swim. Wearing nothing but my sumptuous towelling hooded Hotel robe and a pair of Andrew Christian Almost Naked Sports Swim Trunks, the lift from my floor descended directly to the pool. Again I was asked, "Can I Help you, Sah?" by the Attendant, who was dressed in a Hotel T Shirt, Speedo Trunks, and flip-flops, and pushing a dry mop over the tiled floor. I looked at the water and realised I was the only Guest there. "Thank you," I said, "A swim and then a sauna, I think." "And a massage Sah?" he asked. I looked at his Speedos and saw that the European Trunks were very full of East African promise. 'I wonder if ...' the thought fluttered through my mind. "Yes, thank you. A nice idea, after all I'm here for a good time," "I shall endeavour to give you the good time you wish," came the reply with a beacon of white teeth. He took my robe and I entered the water, watching his eyes as they travelled down my reasonably trim body. I was not sure if the nod he gave me as he turned and walked away was for me or his dismissal. Twenty lengths later and he was showing me into the fairly spacious dry-heat sauna. I was surprised when he entered behind me and helped me up onto the middle benches, where he had already laid a towel. "I will return in ten minutes, Sah" he said and left. I lay on my front on the towel and let the heat lull me into a totally relaxed state, when I heard the door open and the Attendant enter. "10 minutes Sah, do you wish your massage now, or would you like a further time here?" I had been day-dreaming about the massage and realised that in lying on my front my cock had become semi-hard. 'In for a penny.....' I thought and turned over. He could clearly see my arousal as he helped me to the floor. We walked to the massage room and he locked the door after we had entered. I found out later that another Attendant looked after the pool in his absence. "My name is James, Sah. How do you like to be addressed?" he said as he hung my robe on a hanger. "Alex. Please call me Alex," I answered looking over the massage couch and the side cabinets with all their bottle. "Thank you, Alex. I need to remove you neck chain and wrist chain. Do you need help with these?" "Thank you James, I can never undo my neck chain clasp. Maybe you can help me?" He went round behind me and took hold of the chain clasp. He also then had trouble with the clasp and I became aware that his ample, lumpy package was pushing up against my bottom cheeks as he worked on the release. I pushed back making a good firm contact with him. The clasp opened and he placed the chain on the sideboard. I held my arm out in front of me and he took hold of the wrist chain, moving close so that my open right hand was touching his left breast. I could feel his nipple was hard under his shirt. The chain fell apart and was placed with the neck chain. He took off his T Shirt and turned to face me. I was aware of his subtle smells of deodorant and human male. "Would you like to remove your trunks now, Alex?" he said with a smile, "Or shall I help you?" My cock by this time was well over half mast in my trunks, straining out at 90degrees. I simply smiled at him, and he dropped to his knees and reached forward to my waist with both hands. "Shall I?" he asked as he looked up at me. "Yes James, please," and he pulled my trunks to the floor. With one hand he caught my cock as it jumped clear of the waist band, as the other hand slid my trunk to the tiles. With little effort I stepped over them and towards him. His mouth opened and I slid my 9 inches (23cms) in. He pulled my foreskin back and his head started to nod as he began to masturbate me with his thick lips and tongue. My cock became so hard under his ministrations it felt fit to burst. He stood up and I could then see that he was hard as well, his uncut head poking a good two inches above his waistband towards his navel. It was my time to kneel and I slipped his trunks to the floor and held his stiff, uncircumcised 10 inches (26cms) in my hand before pulling back his foreskin, reveal its' purple treasure, and lick the pre-cum on his slit. Then taking as much as I could of him in my mouth, he started to fuck my face with slow thrusts. I let him. Next it was my turn to stand up. We stood facing close to each other and he wrapped his big hand round both our cocks and slowly wanked them. I was underneath his cock, and I thrust towards his balls, hanging low in their sack. After about 15 seconds he calmly asked, "May I massage your body now, Alex?" "Yes, that would be nice, James." "Is there anything you don't like, Alex?" "No James," I answered, "Nothing at all." He lay me on my front with my face in a softly padded hole. I could see his feet as he came to stand at my head and apply warmed oils to my shoulders. I looked up at his thick, hard 10 inch stalk as it wobbled from side to side, and then dropped my head back into the hole. When he had finished my upper torso he moved to my legs and feet, finally standing beside my waist for my lower spine and buttocks. I felt his still-hard cock and balls against the back of my left hand as he began to work, swaying as he rubbed and manipulated. Then he moved round to my right side. I had turned my hand to be palm upwards. He dropped his balls into my open hand and I was able to roll them around as he worked. Then I felt the warmed oils he was using being poured into mu bum crack. It flowed over my arsehole and onto the back of my balls. His hand travelled up the inside of my right leg until he was holding my balls like I was holding his. Then I felt his thumb pushing at my sphincter until it gained entrance. I arched my back and pushed my bum up and away from the table. His other hand went underneath me and took hold of my stiffy. Between the two hands his thumb fucked my bum hole whilst he wanked my cock. Then he asked me to turn over onto my back. As he spread the oils on my chest I was able to hold his stiff weapon and wank him. As he moved round my body he always tried to be in reach of one or other of my hands, but eventually he had worked over the whole of me and neither of us had cum. James then asked me, "Do you fancy something really special, Alex?" My answer was on my face. As I lay on my back slowly wanking myself, he made a call on the wall phone, before returning to me. He replaced my hand with his and leisurely stroked my hard-on with his slippery hand. There was a knock at the door, not the entrance door but another by the sideboard. James opened it and a Hotel liveried bell-boy entered quickly, closing and locking it behind him. "Alex, with your permission I would like to introduce Luke, who works here. He also lives here ... with me." I sat up and Luke proffered his hand which I shook in welcome. It was a strange moment. Me with my hard-on poking up from between my legs shaking his hand, whilst James stood beside him, his hand on the youngster's shoulder, and James' stiff, veined cock sticking up and pulsing to his heart beat. Quite unreal. As the boy shed his clothes James explained that they all lived and slept in one big dormitory house in the grounds, and were all 'very friendly'. It obviously was not the first time the boy had been called upon like this, as, when naked, he spread oils up his bum and over his genitals without being told to. For many years I have shaved my cock, balls and ass, and was very happy to see that both James and Luke were similarly hairless. I lay on my back and the boy reached over with an oily hand and started stroking my dick. James came to my head with a bench and, standing on the bench, squatted so that my tongue had access to his balls and ring. As I started to suck his balls and sack, and rim him, I felt Luke's fingers rolling a condom down my stalk, then the table shake and shudder as Luke climbed up onto it. I looked down my body to see him squatting down over my cock, and felt his hand as he guided my stiff cock to his anus. I saw Light glint off metal between his legs, round his cock, and realised he was wearing a cock ring. My cock slipped easily into his oiled tube as he sank down onto me, taking me to the root in one slide. Then he started to move himself up and down my shaft, his almost hard cock waving up and down like a conductor's baton, a contented smile on his face. I lay back and took James' staff in one hand to stroke, whilst my tongue entered his hole. I could feel James' balls on my chin as I licked and the heat from Luke's innards on my cock as he pumped up and down. Far too soon I felt the lava flow starting in my loins, and then I was like a volcano, pumping my hot spunk, lump after lump, into the bouncing boy's bum. James lifted up off my face and I could see he was wanking his magnificent cock. Luke came up off my cock and he helped me to sit up, his circumcised stiffy wagging from side to side. Then James helped him down from the table. Luke stood with his hands on the massage table edge and his bum jutting out. James came round behind him, rolled a condom onto his cock and slipped up into the open hole I had recently vacated. "Oh yes James!" hissed Luke through tight lips as James' thick cock slid in. James put his hands on Luke's waist and held him as he thrust deep strokes into him. I climbed off the table and Luke straightened his back, making his stiff cock point out away from him. James turned himself and the boy to face me. I went down on my knees, held the cock ring hard against his body, and took Luke's rampant erection into my mouth, allowing the thrusting of James to move the boy's cock in and out of my lips. I reached under him and felt his balls, like walnuts, as they drew up into his body before he ejaculated. I reached further back to feel the massive hardness ploughing into his stretched hole. Then Luke quivered, almost on tip-toe, pushing himself as far as he could into me, before flooding my mouth with his watery emissions. When my mouth was full and Luke had stopped jerking, I pulled away to witness James' climax. With his hands on Luke's waist to push and pull him on his skewer, James throat growled as, with head thrown back, he pumped his seed into the rubber sleeve, deep inside the boy. Ten times he grunted with effort as he came, then he withdrew his weapon, letting me see the teat-end of the condom full of his milk, with the excess in evidence, trapped all the way down between his hard shaft and the glistening sheath. I stood, and Luke gently removed my condom, then bent and sucked my spunky cock clean. Then he looked up at me, and, almost inevitably, gave me his toothy white smile. More in Mombasa to cum You can contact me at alex.carbine@sky.com Your comments are welcomed.