Date: Thu, 10 Sep 2009 14:47:16 -0600
From: Brian <bsudds@shaw.ca>
Subject: African Kid 5

Disclaimer: This is fiction. Erotic fiction, dealing with sex between
consenting adults. If your are under Eighteen and it is illegal in your
state, or country you should leave this site now. Any names, places or
events are strictly coincidental.

Chapter 5


I went up to the fifth floor and asked at the nursing station for John
Hanna. The nurse pointed to a room and I walked over and walked in. John was
sitting at a window. Christ he looked like he had aged 20 years since I last
saw him.

"John, John Hanna?"

He swung around and looked at me.

"Well you look familiar, but I can't place you."

"Spence, Spencer Hamilton. I stayed at your resort a couple of years ago."

"Yes, the American millionaire. How are you?"

I'm good John. How are you doing? Here you had a heart attack last year.
Feeling better I hope."

"Christ I'm fine. The dumb Doctors won't let me out of here."

"That sounds like most Doctors I know." I chuckled.

"So you just passing through?"

"No. Actually I had planned on staying at your resort again, but the
reception I got from your manager made me change my mind. He is not doing
anything good for your property John. In fact he's erected a new sign and
has brought in a new policy. Whites Only. At rate he is going he's going to
run that place into the ground."

"Well he says he wants to buy it. But he has only offered about half of what
it is worth."

"Hmm. How much are you asking?"

"One point one million rand."

"What kind of lien do you have?"

"About 200,000 rand."

"So how much land is involved here?"

"Your asking a lot of questions. Are you interested in buying it?"

"Maybe."

"Okay. The total land area is 225 hectares. That includes 100 meters of
beach front, 250 meters across."

"Wow! That's a lot of land, but you have only developed the front, along the
highway."

"Well I had hoped to add a camp ground and more cabins."

I walked to the window and looked out over the small city of Clanwilliam.
Everyone I had met so far had been both courteous and helpful. I liked this
small city.

"There's something your not telling me?" John said.

"Your manager beat a young Negro almost to death and in fact he would have
died if I had not brought him into this hospital. The police are preparing
an arrest warrant for your manager. You at this point can not run the
resort. My Accountant keeps telling me I need to invest more to cut back on
my taxes. So John Hanna I want to buy your resort. I'll pay you 1 million
rand for it."

"Just like that? That is your final offer I take it?" he laughed.

"Yes. I'll have my lawyer fly over to handle my end of the deal. Where do
you bank?"

"I haven't accepted your offer yet."

I stood still and smiled at him.

"I will accept your offer on one condition."

"Yes."

"I want to be part of the resort in any capacity I can."

"That's already a given, in fact I wouldn't want it any other way."

He put out his hand and we shook hands.

"I bank with Bank of Hong Kong. They have a branch here."

"Good. I'm with Chase Manhattan. I'll have your money here tomorrow. My
lawyer will be in town by day after. We can draw up sales agreement,
hopefully before your manager is arrested."

"You Americans really like to work fast."

"Don't want you to change your mind."

He just laughed.

"Okay John I will talk to you tomorrow. I have to get my two boys and go to
the bank. Then the police station." I walked out.

I met my two boys in the lobby and went out to the Rover.

"How is he doing Onou?"

"He is still in a lot of pain Sir. I explained to him that you are not his
enemy and that you are very kind man. I think he believes me Sir."

I drove out and went looking for the bank. Found it and spent almost an hour
setting up an account and transferring money from the US to the bank. I also
set up accounts for both my boys and deposited their money into the
accounts. I was going to be Africa a lot longer than I had planned. Next I
went to the Police Station. Talked to the Constable in charge. He told me
that when the arrest took place was now out of his hands and in the hands of
the National Police Force. Some of the pictures taken were Federal offences.
Primarily the Sign, Whites Only. No one could advertise a discrimatory sign
anywhere in South Africa.

After I had everything I had planned, including calling my lawyer, I headed
back onto the highway. I figured, what the hell we could book into the other
resort and still only be about 30 km from Clanwilliam.

I was totally astounded when we pulled into the resort. A man no more than 5
ft 5, bounded down the steps and greeted us.

"Welcome yee, welcome. Will yee be checking in?"

"Yes."

"Good. Come on then and bring your young ones their welcome too."

He led us into the lobby. It was decorated like an old castle. Pictures hung
on the walls and the background music was of all things bagpipes.

"Now what can I get you Sir?"

"I think a cabin on the water, two bedroom."

"Will yee be using the wee kitchen facilities or dinning inside Sir."

"I think dinning inside or using room service if it's available"

"Aye. We have room service Sir. How long will yee be staying Sir?"

"At least a week, maybe more. I'm buying the Ship Wreck Bay Resort."

"Well Sir I can give you a weekly rate then. That will be 450 rand a week."

"Sounds fine. Thank you." I handed him my Amex card.

"Don't need that Sir till you check out. I'll show you to your cottage."

"You haven't even asked my name?"

"Aye. But I know who you are. John Hanna called me and said an American
friend of his might come here. He told me to be extra special with you Sir.
He told me you were going to buy his place, and for doing that you have made
me very happy. I welcome all who come here. Black or white are all the same
to me. He told me you felt the same way, so you will always be welcome
 here."

He took us out the font door and down a long walk to a 'cabin', it looked
more like a stone cottage from old England. Inside it was very well
appointed. Queen sized bed in both bedrooms, a large living room with
fireplace, small kitchen, nice comfortable chairs.

"There's internet connection next to the telephone, no charge for internet
but have to charge for tele. Sorry no TV, reception very bad out here."

He handed each of us a key and left.

Both Onou and Devine stripped naked. Seeing both boys got me very hard.

"Come over here."

When both were close I sat down and sucked Onou into my mouth. I jacked
Devine while I was sucking Onou. Then I changed, sucked Devine while I
jacked Onou. It didn't take Devine long.

"Oh Master I'm coming." Devine said.

I sucked him as he blew a big load into my mouth. Then went back to sucking
Onou. He came a massive load that I just swallowed and swallowed. After Onou
was finished I stood up and grabbed both boys by the cock and led them into
one of the bedrooms. I quickly stripped.

"Devine I want you inside me first and then you Onou."

I laid down on the bed on my back. Devine kneeled between my legs, then
lifted them to his shoulders. His hard cock was steaming lots of precumm. He
moved up and slowly entered me. The feeling of his cock sliding in drove me
almost to the edge. When Onou bent over and sucked on my cock, he put me
over the edge. I unloaded a huge load into his mouth. God I loved these two
young men. Onou continued to suck my cock and then started to lick and kiss
and suck his way up my body. We kissed as Devine kept a steady pace fucking
my ass. I felt Devine's cock swell and the heat of his ejaculation deep
inside almost made me pass out. As Devine pulled out Onou moved down until
he was positioned between my legs. I told Devine to come up so I could suck
him. As Devine positioned himself, Onou lifted my legs and entered me. Oh
God it felt so good. His massive cock pushed all the way in. Devine, seeing
my cock now super hard, turned so his cock was hanging over my face, so he
could suck me while I sucked him. Before I started to suck Devine I said.

"Fuck me Onou. Fuck me hard. Fuck me hard."

As Onou started to pile drive my ass I sucked Devine's slimy cock into my
mouth and really enjoyed the taste of his cumm mixed with my ass juices.
Wow! What a feeling. Fuck I would never get enough of these beautiful black
boys. I wanted it to never stop. Onou continued to hammer my ass for almost
30 minutes until I felt his cock swelling inside me. When he came I blew
too. Devine sucked and swallowed all that I blew. Devin lifted off my cock
as Onou pulled out and dove down to rim my ass. Licking up both his cumm and
Onou's and my ass juices. It almost made me come again. I was still hard. I
just collapsed on the bed.

Both boys laid beside me and fought a battle to kiss me. I really loved both
equally now.

I closed my eyes, I wanted to sleep, but knew I needed food, real food.

"Okay boys, shower time and then dress for dinner."

We all went to the bathroom and enjoyed a nice hot shower. I cleaned out
both boys and they cleaned me. After we just dressed and went up to the main
house for dinner. The host and as I found out the owner was a very
accomplished pipe player. After introducing us to everyone, he played both
waiter, bar tender and entertainer. I saw a lot of young black boys working,
all doing everything. The meal was fantastic. English muffins, butter,
beefsteak and kidney pie, Cheese pies, truffles for desert, and lots of
scotch whiskey. Both my boys were pretty loaded by the time the meal was
over. A wonderful end to a trying day. We went back to our cottage and went
straight to bed, and slept.

I was awakened by ht incessant ringing of the telephone. Brinnnng, brinnnng,
brinnnng. I staggered out of bed, really hung over. I had definitely drank
too much scotch at dinner.

"WHAT!"

"I'm sorry to bother you Mr. Hamilton. My name is Cronkite, I'm one of the
senior prosecutors with the Justice Department of South Africa. I need to
speak with you and your two boys as soon as possible."

"Well I guess we will be back in Clanwilliam later."

Mr. Hamilton I need to speak with you now actually. I can be where you are
in 15 minutes."

"Can you give me 30 minutes. I need to wake the boys and shower and have at
least a cup of coffee."

"See you in thirty, bye." He hung up.

I staggered into the bedroom, slapped both boys on their bare ass and told
them to get up and shower. I then went and ordered a large pot of coffee and
cream and sugar. Then went and joined my two boys in the shower. After
getting out I told both to dress. I put on underwear and shorts and a
t-shirt. Went out to the living room. The coffee had been delivered, and I
sat down and poured myself a cup. Both boys came out and helped themselves.

"What's happening Master?" Onou asked.

"We have company coming shortly."

Well the company arrived on a helicopter. It landed barely 100 feet from our
cottage. Two men got out, one white, one black and walked over to our
cottage. I met them at the door.

"Mr. Hamilton. It is so good to meet you. I'm Alowisthes Cronkite. You can
call me Al."

"Then call me Spence." I said.

He shook my hand warmly.

He followed me into the cottage.

I introduced him to my two boys. He shook both boys hands and then sat down.

"I have one question for you first."

"Yes." I said.

"What are your intentions for these two young men?"

"Well considering I love both equally, I hope eventually to take both back
with me to the United States."

"And the young man you rescued, what of him."

"That Sir. Depends on my two Sons."

When I said that both Onou and Devine mobbed me, kissing and hugging me.

"Sit down boys. I mean sit down."

Both boys just sat right at my feet.

"I think they love you Spence."

"Yeah, I guess they do."

"Well you gave me the answer I was looking for. You see I love this young
man who accompanied me. His name is Al too, short for Allan, and I love him
too. But now that the preliminaries are cleared I'll get to the real reason
I am here."

"MR. Gooseman, or should I say Adolph Gooseman is the President of the White
Supremist Party of South Africa. We have been watching him for a long time,
but he has done nothing that we could charge him with. Now your pictures
have given us, meaning the South African Government a reason to shut him and
his other cohorts down."

"Look I'm an American, I don't want to get involved in South African
politics."

"By your actions you are already involved Sir."

Well fuck. I had come over here to find a black to suck and fuck. I had
found two. And now maybe a third. I just wanted to enjoy a black guy.
Instead I now have two blacks I want all the time. I admit I love both, but
I didn't want to be come involved in South African affairs. I had also
bought a resort for selfish reasons. I wanted Gooseman out.

"Look. What do you want from me?"

Simple Spence. I want you to testify that you saw Gooseman beating a black
South African."

"That's it." I asked.

"Well not exactly. You will have to testify in Pretoria, in the Supreme
Court."

FUCK!

I should have stayed at home. In for a penny, in for a pound.

"Okay." I said.

"Thank you Sir. I'll be in touch shortly." He got up and left.

As soon as he left I was again mobbed by my too lovers. Both with tears
running down their faces, God how I loved them. Maybe, no not maybe, I
really did love them as my Sons.

"Okay boys lets go see the boy in hospital."

Both quickly dressed in clean shorts and t-shirts. We headed to the Rover,
climbed in and set off for Clanwilliam. When we got to hospital there seemed
to be a lot of police cars present. After walking inside and up to the boy's
room, we were confronted by two officers that prevented us from entering.

"Sorry Sir. He's under protective custody." One said.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY." I yelled at him.

My yell brought the doctor out of a room.

"Officers, this is the gentleman who brought the young man into the
hospital. He and his boys are probably the only ones that can talk to the
young man."

"I'm sorry Sir, but our orders are to let now one in unless the Chief
Prosecutor is here."

At that point the officer I had first met on the highway walked down the
hall.

"Mr. Hamilton. A word please."

"Could you possibly get a statement from the young man, even a recorded one
is good. He won't talk to anyone, but the doctor tells me he will talk to
your two boys." He handed me a small recorder.

"Well I can't do anything if I can't get even in the room."

"Officers, you can give Mr. Hamilton and his boys access at anytime."

"Yes Sir." Both said.

Both stepped aside and we entered the room. Both my boys went one side of
his bed. When he saw the boys, he smiled, albeit, a lopsided smile
considering one side of his face was taped. I walked to the side of the Onou
was on.

"How are you doing son?"

He just looked at me.

"Look son, it would really help if I knew why you were at the resort and why
Mr. Gooseman beat you up. I'm going to testify against him at his up coming
trial in Pretoria, but it really would help both me and the prosecution if
we had more information from you."

Onou said a few words to him and he answered back with a long string of
words in his language. Onou just nodded his head to him.

"Okay Sir. I will talk to you."

I pulled up a chair close to the side of the bed.

"I'm going to record what you say. Okay?"

"Yes Sir."

"Okay. Can you tell me your name first and where you are from?"

"My name is Steven Mopopo. I am from Pretoria. I was living with my mom. We
are very poor and now I am worried for my mom, cause I was supposed to be
sending her money."

"How did you end up at the resort?"

"I answered an ad in the paper. It said they were hiring general labor for
1000 rand a month plus free room and board. It also said they would pay
transportation. I took the job, cause I could send my mom money every
 month."

"But you said you haven't been sending money. Why?"

"Mr. Gooseman said he cash flow problems and he would make it up to me. He
kept putting off paying me and the others."

"So why didn't you just quit?"

"I had no money and no way to get home."

"Why did he whip you?"

"I broke a big jar of pickles in the basement storeroom. He was very mad and
tied me up and beat me with a whip. He did it to all the others too, if they
did something wrong or something he didn't like."

"You said others. How many other boys are working there?"

"I think seven."

Jesus. Seven more boys being treated like this boy had.

"Can you tell me why he beat you Steven?"

"I was cleaning out the garbage cans and had left one by the back door. Mr.
Gooseman walked out and tripped over it and fell off the veranda. When he
got up he just grabbed me and started to hit me. I ran away from but he
chased me and then held me while he hit me. I thought he was going to kill
me he was so mad."

"Steven can you tell me the address your mom is at in Pretoria?"

"116 Kingston Street."

"Okay Steven I will make sure your mom is okay."

"Thank you Sir."

"Boys you can stay with Steven as long as you like. I have some things to
take care of. When your done you can meet me in the lobby."

I walked out and went down to the lobby. The officer I had first talked to
was talking to the Prosecutor. I handed him the tape machine.

"I think there is enough on there to put that cock sucker Gooseman away for
life. At least I hope so."

I just walked away from them and pulled out my cell phone. I speed dialed
Hudson General Aviation in Washington.

"Hudson General Sir. How may I help you?"

"This is Spencer Hamilton. Do you have any aircraft in South Africa?"

"One moment Sir."

About 30 seconds later.

"Sir we have a Lear 700 and a Canadair Challenger 2.

"I want the Challenger 2 in Clanwilliam, Western Cape, South Africa as soon
as possible. You can bill it to my account."

"How long will you need it Sir?"

"As long as is necessary, but at least 2 weeks."

"Very good Sir. Challenger 2 in Clanwilliam, Western Cape. I will inform you
of the arrival time Sir."

"Thank you." I disconnected.

One problem done. Now John Hanna.

I took the elevator to the fifth floor and walked in John's room.

"Hello John, how are you doing?"

"I'm fine. My lawyer just left." He handed me a bill of sale.

I read it over. It covered everything.

"Only one thing you need to change John. You don't owe the bank any money. I
bought your lien. So now you owe me the money."

"Well you can just deduct it from the final payout."

"Sorry. Not going to do that."

"Why?"

"You think I'm just going to let you sit back and enjoy life. Forget it.
Your going to have to work off that lien. And I am damned hard task master."

"You mean you want me to manage the resort for you?"

"No. I have another manager in mind. But I will need you just the same. I'm
going to make that resort the best on the coast. And I will need all your
input to make it happen."

"Okay Spence, you will have it."

TBC