(Usual disclaimers apply)
The year was 1934. The Great Depression meant that many were out of work, even in this once-prosperous part of the Africa continent where our story is set.
Wout looked at the smaller, effeminate young man who cowered before him.
"You owe me 500", the big man said.
Hans reluctantly handed over the money.
"I've got nothing left", he protested.
"Nothing except a sore arse", Wout taunted. He felt a twinge of contempt for the younger man who let men up his backside in exchange for a few paltry coins.
Hans hung his head.
The reality was that both men were dirt poor and survival meant doing whatever it took, just to stay alive.
"He was a policeman, big and mean. My hole is raw", Hans whined.
Wout had a soft spot for little Hansie. He handed a 100 note back to him.
"Buy a soothing ointment with this. And you can sleep at my place".
He cut short the younger man's thanks.
"But don't take men there. If I catch you doing that I'll use my belt to leather your arse. Understood!"
"Ye-s, Wout".
The big man strode off down the dusty road. He made his way into a seedy area behind the bus station where homosexuuals gathered for anonymous couplings. Wout knew every inch of that desperate place. He heard the familiar sounds of clothes rustling, the slap of flesh on flesh, and the grunts of exertion. The heady aroma of raw sex filled the gloomy place.
Eager hands groped the tight trousers which covered Wout's manly buttocks and his big un-cut penis but he was not there for sport today. Instead, he spent a profitable hour rifling through the pockets of other men who were so caught up in lust that they were wantoningly careless with their money.
Wout ate well at his favourite cafe. By the time he left it was already dark. He made his way through the rabbit-warren that lead to his home. Out of the shadows a firm male voice asked a simple question, "Have you got the time?"
That innocuous question was one way homosexuals made themselves known to one another.
The man stepped out of the shadows into the light. Immediately, Wout was captivated by the carnal beauty of the younger man who had a perfect body and a handsome head topped with a crop of unruly red hair.
"Yes, I have the time and a place", he said.
"Good".
The two men made their way in silence to Wout's humble dwelling. As they walked up the stairs the unmistakeable sounds of an arse being vigorously plowed could be heard coming from Hans' room. Wout touched his leather belt in anticipation but that would have to wait until later. They reached the big man's bedroom and closed the door behind them, thankfully cutting off the sounds of squeaking bed-springs and Hans' noisy protests.
Wout kissed the beautiful young man on the mouth and was rewarded by a long, warm, wet tongue which rasped against the stubble on his chin. Their mouths opened and that big tongue caressed the moist interior of Wout's mouth. Both men feverishly pulled their clothes off and were soon naked.
It was Wout who found himself on his back with the red-head's cock-knob pressed enquiringly against his anus. With a grunt the big man effortlessly flipped the man over in the narrow bed and climbed on top of him. His huge penis slammed inside the fellow's arse, Wout pushed until he was fully inside him. The fucking was relentless. The red-head showed his approval, his warm, wet tongue sensuously licked the big man's arm. It was to be many minutes before Wout grunted and spunked up the willing red-head's arse. The big man waited inside him until his penis swelled again, bloating the red-head's hot, tight chute with his monster, and then fucked him once more. Again and again, the younger man's sphincter spasmed around Wout's hard thrusting cock, signalling he was ejaculating underneath the big man. Long strokes of the red-head's warm wet tongue continued to tease and tantalise Wout. Both men were caught up in the delicious carnal ecstacy which is real man to man sex, with an intensity neither had ever felt before.
It was only exhaustion that forced Wout to abandon fucking the red-head. He finally slipped out of him and turned onto his stomach with a sigh.
The younger man mounted Wout who had never before submitted to being fucked but was too satiated to care. He felt that warm, wet tongue caress the back of his neck while the younger man's erect cock slid between the upturned cheeks of his manly arse. Wout relaxed his virgin ring and the red-head's hard cock slipped deep inside him. After a moment the younger man's hands grabbed the the rail on top of the bed. He used the added leverage to thrust more powerfully into Wout. The big man adjusted to the hurt of his stretched sphincter and then abandoned himself totally to this most intimate of acts. To the big man's surprise he felt his cock stiffen once more and soon the pain was replaced by intense carnal sensations.
'No wonder Hans lets himself get fucked if it is like this!', he thought.
Wout squeezed his ring around that fat, thrusting phallus and was rewarded with a shower of spunk. At the same time his own cock exploded and the sensation was the best, ever.
Through half-closed eyes Wout watched as the younger man then bent down and retrieved the chamber pot from under the bed. He expelled a big load of man-seed, slowly farting it into the porcelain pot. Then he wiped the crack of his glorious bottom with a rag. The sight was so erotic that Wout cursed the fact he was too spent to fuck the young man again.
The red-head got dressed and then used his tireless tongue to tenderly caress Wout's mouth and chin. He left the room, closing the door softly behind him. Wout listened for his footsteps on the stairs before getting out of bed. He emptied the spunk from his arse-chute and then took a piss in the chamber pot. He watched as the yellow-stream dilute their spunk. He climbed back into bed and instantly fell asleep, exhausted.
The next morning the big man woke up with a longing to be with the young man again. A thought suddenly occurred to him and he quickly checked his street clothes only to find that not only was his money gone but also his prized pocket watch. Wout cursed but at the same time marvelled at the skill and audacity of the younger man.
He went in search of Hans who was busy doing their laundry. Hans looked at the grim expression on Wout's face and quickly shucked his pants. ready for the big man to whip his bare buttocks with his belt.
"No - no, Hansie". Wout gently patted the little bum bent so submissively before him. "Pull up your pants". Hans did as he was told.
A voice was heard behind them.
"Do you have the time?"
It was the red-headed man, hands outstretched, holding both Wout's money and his pocket watch. He placed them on a table.
"I had second thoughts", he explained. "You gave me the best fuck of my life yet I stole from you. Will you please fill me with your manhood and never leave me empty again?"
Wout hugged his lover tight. Hans gathered up the washing and took it outside to hang on the clothes-line.He smiled with pleasure as the hot sun warmed his lean body.... [END]
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