Week followed week and month followed month in the Kituri clinic where Dr. Peter Martin was coming towards the end of his first year of a two year contract of voluntary service in Kenya. After almost twelve months he was pleased with the progress he had made in tropical medicine and general surgery: the cement block building was hardly luxurious in its fittings but there was enough space and equipment to deal with most emergencies. In all that he did, Dr. Martin was ever grateful for the constant presence of Nalondu his locally trained medical assistant. The young man was a walking encyclopaedia of local knowledge and a constant point of reference when it came to the protocols of dealing with the men, women, boys and girls of the various clans who presented themselves day after day at the clinic.
Most of all, Peter Martin was happy to have such a handsome well endowed young man at his side day by day as they tended the sick and the wounded. The brush of an arm, the closeness of a firm thigh, the shoulder to shoulder presence as they worked together gave Peter Martin more than one half hard on a day. The heady aroma in the mornings, when Nalondu arrived freshly anointed with coconut skin cream, was sufficient compensation for the heat and the dust which surrounded them in their work place. Since the memorable day when Dr. Martin had laid down on the surgery table and Nalondu had circumcised him at the end of that year's initiation season, Peter Martin had felt an inseparable bond with his black Adonis.
When the dry season was almost over and the clouds were gathering to announce the short rains, Nalondu had important news for Dr. Martin.
"Doctor, Sir. You know I am still unmarried. This year my father and uncles have chosen a wife for me. Tomorrow, before the sun sets, we must gather for the dowry ceremony. I want you to honour me by attending and supporting me with my brothers and companions."
The following day having showered and changed, locked and secured the clinic, the two set off on the long walk to the homestead where Nalondu and his extended family lived. Dr. Martin had never yet visited the village of his medical assistant and was all eyes agog to see the local population dressed in traditional finery seated in concentric circles around a lone mango tree at the centre of the village. In the shade of the branches sat a number of men. Nalondu explained that they were the elders of each family, who somewhat out of earshot of the crowd would have been discussing, probably for hours the bride price which Nalondu and his family would have to get together in the coming months or even years.
By-passing the crowd, the medics went straight to Nalondu's own hut where, waiting for them were two men of about Nalondu's age, height and appearance. Dark skinned, slim but muscular, long legged and thin waisted, they, like Nalondu were perfect specimens of young African manhood. Peter could hardly prevent himself from gazing downwards to catch a glimpse of the solid bulges at groin level, so prominent in the otherwise loose trousers which they wore.
"Dr. Martin, Sir. I present to you Wamala and Wanjala, my brothers of circumcision." Nalondu went on to explain that the three of them had been cut together in the traditional manner, standing outside the hut where they were now gathered. Almost ten years ago the three had submitted to the knife, and each affirmed how brave the others had been the moment they had lost the foreskins of the boyhood. The brief recital was quite sufficient to cause Peter Martin's cock to start rising in his chinos as he imagined the three young men, tall muscular and naked facing the circumciser, watching their skins being pulled forward and sliced.
"Delighted and honoured to meet you. I am so looking forward to this afternoon’s ceremonies" garbled the somewhat embarrassed doctor as he shifted his feet hoping not to show his excitement in the half light of the hut.
Nalondu explained how his "brothers" had now the duty to accompany him in the dowry and eventual marriage rituals. "We must go outside and join my people. We three must sit between my father and my new father to be. Dr. Martin please you be seated where I show you, next to Kalenga, my cousin. I think you will remember meeting him some months ago."
How could Peter Martin ever forget meeting Kalenga? Engraved on his memory forever, he thought of the moment when his newly cut cock had ploughed in and out of Kalenga's tight chute, in his first post circumcision fuck. Kalenga had ridden the doctor like a bronco squeezing his bowel muscles around the barely healed shaft while Peter cried out in ecstasy, pumping his white man juice into the tight black hole.
The dowry ceremony began with speeches from the two fathers-in-law to be, each one in his own dialect at length praising the merits of his own family and extolling the virtues of the other. Dr. Martin understood barely one word in four but enough to get the gist. Not that his mind was totally focused. Sitting next to his initiator into circumcised man sex he had an erection to nurse whilst he replayed in his mind the pleasures of that Saturday night only three months previous. Through the loose chinos he was able to finger his hard helmet almost without being noticed. It was almost like playing pocket billiards back in secondary school.
The first set of speeches was followed by the presentation of symbolic gifts to the unseen bride's father. Presumably, Nalondu's wife to be would be introduced into the proceedings at some stage but for the moment she seemed to be absent. Hoes, panga baldes, seeds, bolts of cloth and bottles of beer were handed over with all due solemnity by Wamala and Wanjala to Nalondu's prospective father in law and his family representatives. Nalondu watched the presentation silently and impassively.
With Peter Martin imagining what it would be like to get his mouth around Kalenga's dark black cut cock once more, the speeches resumed. Peter thought they were lecturing each other on the duties of marriage and the fertility of the soon to be consummated union, which of course only made him wonder all the more, "where is the bride to be?"
At long last, the bride's father stood up and made the announcement that everyone was waiting for. "The bride price has been fixed to be ten cows. Two will be given to me before the ceremony of marriage takes place in six moons time. Two must be given before another twelve moons have passed and the remainder after the birth of the first infant. When two cows have been given we shall gather once more for the presentation of my daughter.”
So that was it. Nalondu would not after all get to see his bride today and worse still, he suspected that the price had gone up from five or six to ten simply on account of his privileged position, an employee of the white men. By now the sun was beginning to set and there was little time to waste if the dowry ceremony was to be completed. Nalondu, his father, his brothers of the circumcision were each proffered a jug of maize beer by the men of the opposite family and then the ritual was repeated with oaths of friendship, loyalty and support, not forgetting invocations that the marriage to be would be fertile and productive.
Peter Martin watching and trying to understand what was being said, had no doubt in his own mind that Nalondu's enormous balls and cock would be nothing less than fertile. How he longed to give the boy some practice in expelling his man juice, preferably into his own white arse. The dark muscular nurse who had so skilfully circumcised him had to be seduced before the stars came out that night. His mind was made up.
The crowd began to disperse into the dusk leaving Nalondu and his "brothers" alone in the empty space. Peter Martin was still waiting with Kalenga wondering what might happen next when Nalondu came over to invite him back to his hut for a private and celebratory drink. Nalondu explained that after circumcision a boy had to leave his parent's hut and take up residence either by himself or with elder cut brothers. As his three elder brothers had all married and left he was now alone in the place. There was plenty of room for Wamala and Wanjala, Peter and Kalenga to sit in a circle alongside Nalondu inside the dimly lit hut.
"Maize beer is good for native ceremonies but tonight we have Tusker and whisky" announced Nalondu as he offered his guests some decent refreshment after the tedious and dusty ceremony of the late afternoon. The young men began to tease one another about the trials and tribulations, the pleasures and the delights of marriage and though Peter did not understand everything of the conversation which seemed to switch back and forth in a mixture of English, Kikuyu and Swahili, he recognised enough to know that cut dicks, swollen manhoods and thick man cream were being talked about with increasing frequency whilst the Tusker was being consumed. Not only that, but as the conversation began more animated hands began to rub at groins and large African erections, even in the half light, became plainly visible as loose cotton trousers began to tent.
Wamala was the first to make a move. Reaching towards Nalondu, he joked that the man must prove himself capable of what was expected of him. Stroking his hand against Nalondu's crotch he obscenely reminded the company of how Nalondu had spurted into the arse of his circumcision sponsor, Katungu, a month after their initiation. "Can he still do it so quickly?" mocked Wamala.
Peter Martin as stiff and hard as he had ever been, was beginning to feel uncomfortably constricted inside his briefs and chinos. Oblivious to his standing as a professional white man in the gathering, the supposed guest of honour, he shamelessly began to rub at his own crotch, caring not what the reactions might be. Indeed, he hoped that taboos and proprieties would be abandoned and himself brought into some action. When Kalenga suddenly reached over to help Peter Martin by caressing the soft sac of balls hidden in the chinos the doctor knew that the night would see the fulfilment of his filthy fantasies.
Peter responded and soon enough the two were unzipping and releasing their genitals to the cool night air. Kalenga's stiff black rod stood upright and even in the half light of the hut the neat scar ring diving dark black flesh from the lighter brown above the circumcision line was visible and it was to this that Peter aimed his darting tongue, unable to resist the desire to have the massive African cock in his mouth. Licking the shaft up and down, working his way into the V behind the crown and forcing the tip of his tongue into the piss slit Peter pleasured the youth with every trick he knew. Releasing the cock for a while, Peter sucked on the black orbs held in their hairless sac. The egg shaped balls filled his mouth and his hands explored the tender flesh behind the bag and going on to reach into the deep cleft between the firm black buttocks. Unable to capture Kalenga's balls both at the same time in his wide open mouth, Peter slid one out and
took the other alternating his tongue massage of the heavy black spheres.
At length he desired nothing more than to have the heavy plum shaped helmet between his lips again. Sucking on the purple black gland he tasted the sliver of pre-cum that was beginning to ooze from Kalenga's piss slit. Working his tongue downwards to the thick ridge of the helmet Peter imagined what it would have been like if the boy still had a rubbery black foreskin covering into which he could have inserted his fingers and tongue. Lost in a reverie of uncut cut, cut uncut dicks he slurped away at the point where foreskin had once been joined to shaft and started to wank himself, his hands brushing against Kalenga's who between massaging the white man's scrotum and groin was teasing the recently cut shaft.
At little more than arms length from the black and white couple, who had by now divested themselves of all clothing whilst pleasuring each other, a thoroughly black trio was nakedly engaged in rough and sensous play. Eating each other's tits and balls, chewing on thick cocks and constantly moving from one to another in frenzied randomness, each was dripping pre-cum on the other, the silvery fluid shining on dark black skin.
Intently and determinedly, Peter began to pull and push his body against Kalenga's, slowly moving the two of them into the orbit of Nalondu and his companions. Not quite drunk on Tusker and whisky and conscious enough to know what he wanted and how to get it, Peter Martin, let go of Kalenga and edged himself into the trio which had Nalondu at its centre. The doctor was within inches of his medical assistant's massive erect cock. Abandoning all reserve he reached down take the prize in his hand. What unspoken delight to have at last Nalundo's enormous circumcised nine inches in his grasp. Barely able to get his hand around the thick shaft he began to caress it, slowly sliding his fist up and down the hard African flesh. Unable to resist he brought his lips close to Nalundo's barely kissing them, whispering "I want you inside me. Now."
Turning his back to Nalondu, bending downwards and forwards Peter guided the black shaft to the cleft of his white buttocks and began to pull the organ into the gap of flesh. Nalondu needed no encouragement to do what Peter so desired. He began to buck against the slim frame of his white man and push his cock up against the quivering asshole. With no lubrication apart from the perspiration which covered Peter's buttocks and the thin silvery pre-cum from Nalondu's cock both knew that the next moments would be an exquisite combination of pleasure and pain.
Nalondu pushed against the clenched asshole and Peter pushed his muscles outwards. Nalondu's massive helmet, a plum shaped monster a top of the long black shaft edged its way into the opening hole. Peter's ass lips kissed the flaring piss slit and slowly opened to take the girth of the helmet, squeezing against it as the intruder made its way into him. The pleasure did indeed turn to pain as the full width of the rock hard crown at its ridge pushed into his ass stretch his hole even further. Peter screamed with shock and hurt as the crown slipped in, his arse muscles clamping around it. Nalondu paused for a moment, feeling the heat of the man's chute warm his cockhead. Grasping Peter around the waist and pushing him down further towards the dirt floor, Nalondu began his journey into the white doctor.
Pushing inwards, his cock threatened to rip Peter's chute apart. This was as bad, as wonderful, as painful and as magnificent as the night Wamuru had taken the doctor in the shower. Nalondu's thick black shaft ground its way into Peter, forward an inch and back a little, forward some more and back a fraction, a never ending invasion of solid flesh which stretched Peter's tender arse hole to the limit. Peter moaned and groaned with both pain and pleasure when the black intruder hit his prostate and knowingly, with medical precision, rubbed against it before moving on further into the tight anus.
With Nalondu's cock almost completely in him, at least seven of the nine inches, Peter breathed deeply anticipating the final thrusts. Nalondu's shaft widened towards the base and when he felt his asshole being stretched beyond the limit Peter groaned knowing that in a moment his assistant's groin would be finally pressed against him and that the initial assault would be completed. When he was finally in to the hilt Nalondu reached up to Peter's tits, to rub and squeeze them sending lightning bolts though the doctor's torso from his chest to his groin.
Watching this display of black and white sexuality, Kalenga became even more desperate to be relieved and to finish what the white man had begun so short a time ago when fellating him. Kalenga moved in front of the bent over doctor and pushed his own rampant dick between the pink lips, sensing that they were hungry for circumcised Kikuyu cock. He was not mistaken. Peter began to suck on the thick helmet and shaft as if his life depended on it whilst Nalondu began once more to grind his groin around against the doctor's buttocks.
Wamala and Wanjala moved in on the action. As Nalondu began to fuck Peter with long deep strokes the two "brothers" knelt and positioned themselves on either side of the bent over doctor, the one slowly wanking him, the other torturing his sensitive tits. Peter Martin was by now nothing more than a white sex slave being taken from every angle of his body. Unable to cry out because of the thick black shaft his mouth and hardly able to breathe in the now sweaty hut his whole body shook and quivered as Nalondu's gigantic cock ploughed in and out of his arse. The most exquisite moment of pain and pleasure was when the medical assistant pulled out to leave just the half of his crown inside the quivering asshole before plunging deeply inwards and taking Peter with a single plunge of his weapon.
As if on a pre-arranged signal the four black stallions slowed their action and almost gently, but certainly very firmly, turned Peter Martin onto his back. Wamala and Wanjala lifted the white legs over the shoulders of Nalondu who was now kneeling with his cock pointing towards the clenched arsehole of the doctor. Kalenga knelt astride of Peter's chest and lowered his heavy black cockhead towards the doctor's lips. With Wamala and Wanjala once more at either side of his body Peter Martin was trapped in a cage of African manhood.
Once again, Nalondu's enormous cock head prepared to ram its way into the white asshole which was now bucking up and down, pulling itself away and thrusting itself towards the long pole of black flesh. Again, Peter felt every fraction of an inch as the endless length of cock pierced him from a new angle. Once full into the chute, Nalondu began to thrust and plunge, never completely withdrawing but giving the doctor brief moments of respite from the stretching and tearing of his asshole before resuming the invasion. This was raw animal passion. Never in his craziest, most perverse fantasies had Dr. Peter Martin pictured himself so trapped between black bodies, hot to make use of his pale white flesh.
With Kalenga's cock throbbing between his stretched cheeks Peter was in black heaven and waited now only for the moment of final release. It was not far off. Kalenga's helmet turned to steel and his shaft began to pulsate as hot juice poured out into Peter's throat. Pulling in and out of the pale lips of the doctor, Kalenga released his cream onto Peter's face and into his open lips. Simultaneously Nalondu's "brothers" increased the tempo of their wanking shooting jets of spunk onto Peter's abdomen, streaking it with strings of Kikuyu man fluid.
Nalondu now began his final drive to orgasm, slowly and firmly piston driving his cock into Peter's chute. Plunging the whole of his nine inches in and out of the doctor's trembling arse, feeling the inner muscles tightening around his shaft and taking care to rub hard against the white man's tender prostate, Nalondu willed himself to orgasm, wanting to fill the quivering bowel with his juice. How many times he had withdrawn and plunged he did not know but suddenly his balls began to tighten in their sack and a wave of pleasure spread through his groin as his cock began to shoot its cream into Peter's body. Hardly slowing for a moment, he continued to penetrate the doctor as his cock throbbed and shot out its load into the exhausted white body in front of him.
Withdrawing at last to mingle the last few drops of his sperm with that of his "brothers" on the stomach of the white body below him, Nalondu thought it hard to believe that the pleasures of the marriage bed could ever surpass what he had just experienced. His doctor was now moaning and groaning with delight and relief, the slender white limbs and torso beginning to relax as tense muscles eased themselves. Peter's soft four inches of circumcised cock lay limp over his ball sac, the white, black man juice slowly slithering downwards towards his genitals to anoint him, a new initiate into the delights of African man sex.
Nalondu, still very swollen and virile, knelt down and brought his lips to Peter's groin, taking the soft white organ in between his thick black lips. Caressing it with his tongue and working his way down to the circumcision scar, which he himself had inflicted only a few months previously, he quickly brought the doctor's cock to hardness giving it every variation of suck and kiss that he knew. Tenderly rolling Peter's balls in his strong fingers he wanted only to return the pleasure which he had just experienced. Feeling that Peter would last hardly longer than he himself had done in his first post-circumcision fuck all those years ago, Nalondu let go of the white genitals, turned himself around and began to lower himself on to the almost eight inches of stiff cock which now pointed upwards.
Peter's helmet swiftly pierced the black asshole when Nalondu pushed himself onto the column of flesh. Knowing how exhausted the white man must be, Nalondu took the initiative and bucked himself up and down on Peter's cock. Wamala and Wanjala resisted the temptation to torture Peter's tits, instead gently massaging them, giving only the lightest pinches to the sensitive miniature orbs of pink flesh. Not to be left out, Kalenga knelt at Peter's head and gently caressing the prostrate body, bent down to slip his tongue between the pink lips which had given him so much pleasure.
The violence which the four Kikuyu men had shown themselves capable of, when taking Peter Martin was transformed into exquisite gentleness. The pain and the agony of being penetrated by Nalondu, the suffocation of fellating Kalenga and the humiliation of being tortured and wanked over by Wamala and Wanjala were forgotten as Nalondu's arse muscles fucked Peter's cock. Slowly and rhythmically Nalondu took Peter's cock into him sucking it inwards and pushing it out again. Gradually building up his speed and clenching his black buttocks against the white groin he brought his doctor to the moment of no return. Peter cried out in pleasure, ejaculating his pent up desire into Nalondu, tears forming in his eyes as his body shook and trembled on the dusty African soil beneath him.