Date: Mon, 21 Jun 2004 14:02:20 +0100 (BST) From: andy carmichael Subject: Uganda Houseboy Until early this year I had spent two years as a volunteer English teacher in the north of Uganda, teaching primary classes in a small town. The town didn't have much of interest, but the people were friendly, if a bit bemused at a young Englishman coming to teach in their school. Because of living in a small town and my teaching obligations, I had expected the two years to be fairly celibate. If I were interested in girls, there would have been ways and means, but only hankering after other guys meant my options were limited. Or that was until I met Samuel. Samuel was recommended to me for the job of houseboy. I wasn't all that keen on the idea at first, but my headmaster told me that it was a common form of employment and that as a good wage earner (well, relatively in this case) I should share my good fortune and give someone a job. Samuel was about sixteen, though he wasn't really sure of his true age. He came from a minority group on the northern border and had come to the town looking for work because there was nothing for him at home. He was slender and good looking, lean but very muscular, and had large beautiful eyes. He also had a winning smile, so it was hard for me not to take him on as houseboy. In a short time he proved himself to be very trustworthy and a hard worker, so I was pleased that I'd made the decision to employ him and was happy that I was contributing to his earnings in my own small way. The group that Samuel came from in the north have a certain notoriety in Uganda. They believe that clothes carry disease, and in their home villages wear nothing at all. Other Ugandans look down on them for this, seeing nudity as something shameful, no doubt influenced by the Muslim tribes to the north and the Christian bible bashing they received at the hands of colonial missionaries. Samuel when he came in to work each day from his quarters down behind my house wore a t-shirt and an old pair of shorts, and once I left the house to go to school he would remove his shirt. This meant that each time I returned he would quickly go and hunt for his t-shirt to cover his bare torso. Given that the shape of his long cock was often clearly visible through the material of his shorts, I guessed that he didn't wear anything underneath them. One day I asked Samuel about his group's aversion to clothes. I don't know why but I expected him to be coy in reply, but he was quite open about it and said that yes, clothes were a bad thing. I asked him how he felt about wearing clothes here in town, and he said that it was the custom so he did it, but it wasn't good. 'Well, if it would make you feel better, when you work here you don't have to wear anything,' I said, a bit surprised at my own boldness. He looked at me without saying anything, and I think he thought that I might have been trying to make fun of him. 'Really, Samuel. If you would feel better, I don't mind at all.' Suddenly he grinned widely and thanked me, looking very pleased as if he'd been given a special present. 'Now?' he asked. 'Um, yes, now is fine,' I said, a bit taken aback by his enthusiasm. Samuel removed his t-shirt to reveal his slim, strong figure, his chest wide and flat and his nipples small but prominent. The muscles of his abdomen ran in successive ridges down to the top of his shorts, though I couldn't linger on those for too long as he bent over and took the shorts off, putting them and the t-shirt on a chair near the door. 'Thank you,' he said, looking very pleased in front of me. My eyes immediately fixed on his long, well-formed cock, which hung several inches down. His pubic hair was very short and in tight curls on his body, and his balls were thick and soft, the skin wrinkled and dark. His legs were slim but clearly very strong, delineated by ridges of muscle. He stood there for a second, and I thought he was waiting for me to tell him to go and do something, but I realised he was aware of my fascination and was just giving me some time to have a good look at his body. He was rightly proud of it. He excused himself and got back to work, and I returned to marking some papers which I'd brought home. But it was difficult to concentrate with Samuel coming in and out completely naked, his handsome body catching my eye every time he entered the room. I think he sensed my interest and was both amused and flattered by it. I had no idea about his private life or his sexual experience, but assumed it wasn't very substantial given his age. About 6 o'clock he set tea for the pair of us. I sat at the table and he came over and poured me some coffee. He stood very close to me so that his penis brushed my upper arm, and I felt the touch like a jolt of electricity. I felt my cock twitch inside my underwear and a flush of heat colour my cheeks. Samuel sat opposite me and we ate tea and talked about my day at school and some of the gossip going around the town at the moment. After cleaning up, Samuel brought out his English primer. It was a routine part of my day that I gave him an hour long English lesson each evening, though previously of course he had always been clothed. We sat on the sofa together, Samuel cross-legged next to me as usual. He normally had me wrap my arm round his thigh as we sat together and work, but this evening the action took on a new dimension given that he wasn't wearing anything. He held my arm as if sensing my shyness and the lesson went on. At one point getting a joke in the text he laughed, waved my arm up, then when he put it back down it came to rest squarely on Samuel's long and languid cock. I gasped slightly, turned on by the touch, and my own prick began to swell slowly in my shorts. Samuel placed his hand on the inside of my thigh, exacerbating the aching in my groin. 'Do you like looking at my spear?' Samuel asked out of the blue, nodding down at his cock. I wasn't sure how to reply, but before I could say anything he laughed and said 'It's OK, you can do it. No problem.' He took hold of my hand and placed it on his cock. 'Go on, Peter, you can feel it.' I smiled and lightly brushed my hand along the skin of his shaft. It felt wonderful, but I was too shy to demonstrate how I felt. 'Can we play together?' He looked keen but also tentative. 'How do you mean, play?' 'Well, at home we boys often play with our things, just for fun. It's not dangerous.' It was my turn to laugh. 'Well, I didn't think it was dangerous. And I think boys everywhere play like that at some time.' He grinned and hugged me, and took my hand and wrapped my fingers quite firmly round the shaft of his cock. As he did so I could feel his member beginning to swell and move under my touch. 'Take off your clothes,' he said, grabbing my knitted shirt and lifting it over my head. I stopped him for a moment to undo the buttons around the neck, then allowed him to remove it. My right hand was still holding onto his now stiffened cock when he grabbed hold of the waist of my shorts and began to tug them down. I lifted myself up and bit and he pulled my shorts off quickly, down over my legs, throwing them on the end of the sofa. My erection was bulging in the front of my underpants, and Samuel squeezed it, giggling at the sight of it. 'So big already!' Compared to his mine was decidedly moderate, but it was nice of him to be so complimentary. He pushed his fingers into the fly of my briefs, and wriggled around until he came into contact with the warm flesh of my cock. 'Hmm, good,' he said. I let go of his erection and stood up, and Samuel pulled down my y-fronts, giving my upstanding cock a kiss as it lurched out into the open air. He flung my briefs onto the end of the sofa on top of my shorts, then stood up and hugged me tightly, our stiffened members squashed pleasantly together between our bodies. Samuel kissed me on the lips quite strongly, which shocked me a bit, then stood back and took hold of my erect penis and began masturbating me in firm long strokes. I grabbed his black spear and pulled the foreskin down, looking at the swollen, lighter skin of the glans. Following his cue, I began jerking him off, slowly and somewhat hesitantly at first but eventually getting into a steady rhythm. Once we were pulling each other's cocks, Samuel placed his other hand under my balls, fondling and massaging them as he continued to grind away on my cock. My free hand reached out and stroked his chest, then ran slowly down his stomach over the tensed muscles then back up again. I loved the feel of his young lean body. 'Are you close yet?' Samuel asked. 'Mm, I think so,' I replied. He removed my stroking hand from his cock and moved to stand round behind me, hugging me tight so that I could feel his erection pressed hard into my backside. Then he reached around, one hand on my balls and the other on my shaft, and he began jerking furiously, whipping my cock this way and that, squeezing and driving the stiff flesh so that I quickly rushed towards orgasm. Samuel must have felt my balls tighten up in their sac, and whispered yes, yes, into my ears as he masturbated me furiously. I couldn't hold back any longer and with a loud whimper I felt my anus spasm and the hot rush of sperm along the length of my raging cock. The jets of cum sprayed out wildly as Samuel's hand kept pumping away, flinging sticky fluid all over the floor and a small table, until finally I could deliver no more, and the final dribbles of cum ran over Samuel's hand, now easing its motion as he whispered gently in my ear and kissed my neck. I slumped forward, spent but feeling elated. 'Now you do me, Peter,' he said, releasing me from his hold and moving round to stand in front of me, avoiding the small pools of semen that were spattered on the floor. I did the same as he had done, hugging him firmly and grabbing hold of his balls and his erection with my hands. My own cock, now only half erect, was squashed uncomfortably against his buttocks, so I reached down and placed it along the crack of his backside before reaching back round and cradling his balls. Pressed close together like this I could smell the strong male scent of his body and feel the firm lean muscles beneath his flesh, both of which stimulated me. I wasted no time and began to jerk him off with long fast movements, clutching his firm black rod tightly and working my hand along the full length of his cock. Samuel was clearly very turned on, so I increased my speed and the pressure I was putting on his swollen erection. Holding him so tightly and so close I could feel his whole body quivering with pleasure, heaving rhythmically as he responded to my stimulation. Without warning he let out a noisy groan, and I felt his buttocks clench and his cock suddenly take on a life of its own in my hand, leaping and jerking wildly as pearly white ropes of semen spurted from the head. He shot a surprisingly long way, leaving long sticky streaks across the floorboards, and I kept up an unyielding pressure and movement on his cock until I was sure I had drained all he had to offer. After I had pressed the last few drops of cum from his cock, he pulled my hand away, turned round and hugged me tightly. 'You are so good, Peter,' he said, and from his expression I realised that he really meant it. Our cocks were still half rigid and sandwiched between us, and I loved the feel of his naked body against mine. 'I think maybe you should sleep here tonight,' I said. Samuel stood back and looked at me. 'For protection, you know,' I said, and he laughed at the joke then hugged me again. From then on Samuel lived in the house and shared my bed. Our sex continued as before, though we also found that we both enjoyed sucking each other off too, which added to the variety. In the house Samuel was now always naked, but although he tried to encourage me to do the same, I could never quite bring myself to do it. The closest I got was to wear my y-fronts around, which amused him. One day I was bending over to pick up something in the kitchen, wearing only my jockey briefs, when Samuel pushed his hand firmly into the crack of my arse, rubbed the outside of my underwear, and said 'Maybe we can do it cow style.' I'd never heard the expression, and stood up and asked him what he meant. He explained that in his home area when boys were herding cattle, they would often be wandering alone with their herd for several days, or even weeks at a time. Bored with wanking themselves, they would sometimes tie a cow against a tree and fuck it from behind. 'Where are we going to get a cow?' I asked, intrigued by his story. 'No,' he laughed. 'When we are together sometimes we play like this too. It's called cow style.' He doubled over with laughter, amused at my ignorance. 'So you want me to be the cow?' I asked eventually. Samuel looked surprised. 'No, Peter, we will take it in turns. Always share.' 'OK,' I replied. He smiled and took hold of my hand, then led me over to the kitchen table, bending me forward so that my arms and chest were flat on the table. Samuel moved my legs slightly apart and crouched down. I heard him spit a couple of times onto his hand, then press the saliva onto my hole and the skin around it. He rubbed away steadily, pushing against the skin until he sensed my muscles relaxing. Then he pushed inside me with his finger, taking out every minute or so and spitting again before re-inserting it. Slowly I could sense my rectum becoming more lubricated and dilated, though I wasn't sure how well I could cope with Samuel's impressive erection shoved into me. He stood up again and I could feel his cock, stiff and upright now, pressed against my backside. There was more spitting, but this time he was rubbing it all over his swollen rod, then the moment of truth arrived and I felt the warm skin of his glans press against my opening. I was surprised - and relieved! - at how gently and easily his massive sexual organ nudged then slid its way inside me. I felt my rectum being pushed apart as he drove steadily in, but there was no pain, only a strong warmth filling my body. He let out a deep low sound as the base of his shaft pressed against my body and he sensed that he was fully inside me. He stood there for a short while without moving, perhaps enjoying the sensation, or perhaps letting me get used to the weight and power of his large cock. Without saying anything, he took hold of my waist and started fucking me, using deep slow strokes that pulled his stiff rod about three-quarters of the way out, then pushed it back down to its full length. My whole body was hot and I felt like his erection was filling every part of me, sending a surge of feeling through my whole being. As he got more used to me and my movements underneath him, he increased the momentum of his thrusting, plunging his cock deep inside and pulling back with faster strokes, ramming in again as my body was slammed forward by the force of his driving. His breathing grew deeper and louder as his pace increased, and I felt his huge cock swelling and stabbing into the furthest reaches of my insides. When the pumping reached a fever pitch and his breaths were urgent and fast, I knew he was going to come. As the head of his cock plunged deep into me, I felt his cock throb and jump, and the stinging heat of his sperm blast my insides. He kept pulling out and ramming in his spurting rod, all the while moaning wildly and tensing his body from the effort. The last few pushes of his cock into my body were forced and slow, and I knew he had finally spilt the last of his juices. I felt a trickle of sweat fall from his body onto my back as he grasped the base of his shaft and pulled it out of me, his other hand pressed down on my back. When he had pulled himself fully out of me, I stood up and turned around. His face and body were covered in beads of sweat and he looked exhausted. His cock was swollen and slippery, hanging down but still partly erect. I took hold of him and held him tight, and he wrapped his arms around me and kissed my cheek. I thought for a while that he might be too tired for any more sex, but after a minute or two of hugging he wiped the sweat from his body with a small kitchen towel, then bent over the table as I had done. 'Go on, Peter. You now.' My cock was almost fully erect, and the sight of Samuel spreadeagled over the table made it rise up to attention. I was tempted to work on Samuel's rear entrance with my tongue, but wasn't sure how he would react (later I found out he would enjoy this very much), so I decided to do the same as he had done. I collected a small pool of saliva in my hand, then rubbed it on the tight wrinkled skin around his hole, pressing into it with the tip of my finger. I massaged the hole, and also the base of his cock that ran down to his balls. I got as much spittle on my finger as I could, then slowly worked it inside him, pressing down then up, and pushing in as far as I could go. Samuel seemed to take all of this in a relaxed manner, and as my finger probed and rummaged inside him there was no feeling of resistance. I decided it was time for the main course, and worked a large amount of saliva onto the head of my cock until it glistened slimy in the late afternoon light. I rubbed more saliva over the whole shaft of my hard-on, then pressed the head against Samuel's anus. I felt him relax his muscles as I pressed into him, and in a short movement the head of my erect cock slid inside him. I stopped for a moment, in part surprised at what had happened, then gathering myself I pressed on, shoving the full length of my erection into his rectum. When I had no more cock to push inside, I relaxed for a second and enjoyed the feeling of being deep inside my new lover. His body was very hot after fucking, the muscles of his deep hole clamped tightly around the slick skin of my highly aroused cock. Slowly I pulled back, feeling my erection sliding out of Samuel, then when it was about two-thirds outside him, I pressed it forcefully back in, excited by the feeling of being engulfed by his heat and constricted hole again. 'Fuck me, Peter,' I heard him say in a quiet voice from underneath me, and I responded by steadily increasing the swiftness and depth of my strokes, pushing my cock to the sides and up and down, trying to explore as much of him as I could. I felt the stickiness of my own back passage spasm first, then a sudden burning and unrelenting thrusting of my cock as it lunged and jerked inside Samuel. The stinging shots of semen spurted from me like a mad torrent, and felt I was unleashing my whole insides into him. As I pushed forward each time I grunted loudly, and looking down I saw that I, too, was slick with sweat from the effort. When I couldn't force any more precious fluid from my lunging rod, I stopped moving and tried to catch my breath. I waited for a few moments, then pulled my erection steadily out of Samuel's body. When it flopped out, it was swollen and thick, covered in a dark, slimy coating, and I could see some dribbles of cum leaking from Samuel's hole. Samuel stood up and turned round, then took hold of me again. We kissed and I felt that his cock was already firm and stiff again. The stamina of teenage boys! We held each other for a long time, not wanting to end the moment, but eventually went to wash before returning to have some tea. This time we were both naked, and after eating we went to lie on the sofa together. I don't know whether Samuel was still expecting an English lesson, but in the end we both fell sound asleep on the sofa, and didn't wake until about 1 am, when we dragged ourselves off to bed.