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A warm breeze swept across the rugby field and the heat generated by so many bodies in the scrums caused Rupert to perspire from every pore in his body. With his body so often locked in the embraces of so many team mates he enjoyed every minute of the game. For Rupert, of only average ability in the game, the thrill of rugby was the close physical contact it afforded, the grasp of hands around his thighs and on up into his groin. In every game he seemed to be able to get a clutch of balls and dick in his own hands as he scrummed and tackled on the field. There was always the surprise moment of a tackle when hands into the groin Rupert might discover that his opponent was wearing loose underpants rather than a jock or compression shorts. Fortunately for him, most of the Africans preferred to slip on short rugby shorts over a pair of ordinary Y's, a combination which left little to the imagination and plenty of possibility to feel the firm outline of circumcised cock heads and heavy balls.
Though he was in the same house and dorm as Moses Minamara, Rupert had found himself on the opposing team to his dorm mate. Wrestling together on the ground for control of the ball Rupert was thrilled by the weight of his opponent's body bearing down upon him. Clutching the ball to his stomach Rupert held out whilst Moses used every ploy to gain possession. The more that that the black hand pulled and pushed at Rupert's groin, the more determined he became to keep hold of the ball. When Moses grasped Rupert's erection through the cotton shorts and pulled at it, protected as it was by only a thin pair of briefs, Rupert let out a shriek and dropped the ball onto the ground.
By half time Rupert had had his cock balls mauled by no less than four of the opposition and was playing with a half hard on for most of the time. In the thick of the pack he allowed himself to be grabbed at, mauled and wrestled at every possible moment. Laying down on the side line during the pause he stretched his legs wide and displayed his pleasure to all who cared to look.
The after match showers served only to increase the sexual tension. Surrounded by lengthy and for the most part circumcised African dicks Rupert soaped himself to respectable thickness and length displaying his uncut cock to his immediate neighbours under the cascading water. Moses was close by under the shower heads taking a keen interest in the English boy who slowly and provocatively pulled his foreskin up and down, allowing it to swell in the shower of warm water. Out of the showers, Rupert took his time to dry his hair, allowing all who wished to observe his slim white body and his distinctive foreskinned cock. He was aware of the stares and though he did not understand the native languages he had no doubt that some of the conversation revolved around his uncut status.
Rupert took so long to dry off that he was left with only three other players in the humid changing room. Try as he might his to dry himself his body continued to perspire and he was reluctant to dress himself, preferring to sit with a towel wrapped around his middle until he cooled off sufficiently. In the end he was left alone on the wooden bench, still slightly damp and with a half hard cock nestling between his sweaty thighs as he fantasised about more intimate encounters with the boys from the rugby game. A slamming door suddenly broke his daydreams. Rupert looked up to see Moses Minamara coming towards him.
"Come quickly. Dress yourself. We have free time now until afternoon prep." Moses stood in front of Rupert whose eyes focused in immediately on the well packed bulge in the African's trousers.
"I'm so hot. I can't stop sweating. We only play rugby in the winter at home. This is a rather different climate........hang on give me a minute."
Rupert stood up and let the towel from his waist. Slowly and without exerting himself he wiped his torso whilst facing Moses. Lifting his arms he dabbed at the damp pits, throwing his body slightly forward in the direction of his dorm mate. With legs spread apart he patted himself dry around the groin before reaching behind himself to wipe the perspiration out of the crack between his buttocks. It was at that moment that Moses reached across and brushed his hand against the semi-erect cock, whose gland was poking out of the retracting foreskin. "You've not dried up in there yet!" Moses took hold of Rupert's cock, pushing the foreskin back as he did so allowing the gland to spread and swell, unencumbered by its protective sheath. "Look it's all shiny and wet, just like a boy's cock." Rupert arched himself further in the direction of Moses who proceeded to skin back the cock as far as he could, pushing the foreskin down the shaft. "Look you can dry it all now." In a moment Rupert was as stiff and hard as he had ever been. Remembering the night when Peter Obiamo had skinned him back to the pubis, Rupert felt his cock throbbing. Moses had his foreskin in a tight hold, painfully tight in fact, skinned back further than he imagined possible.
Moses Minamara took hold of a corner of Rupert's towel and began to rub at the tender pink skin, up and down, round and back again, pressing his thumb through the fabric onto the shaft of the engorged penis. Keeping the skin back at a tight stretch with one hand, and rubbing away with the towel with the other, Moses rubbed at the tender pink flesh and the deep purple helmet until Rupert began to cry out with both pleasure and pain.
When Moses paid attention to Rupert's little piss slit, dragging the rough towelling over the hyper sensitive hole at the tip of his cock Rupert instinctively dropped his end of the towel and clasped Moses around the shoulders, holding on to his torturer, screaming for more. Moses intensified his attentions and dragged inch after inch of the towel across the widening piss slit. The miniature loops of cotton dug into the delicate pink flesh sending waves of prickling pain through Rupert's cock and groin. When Moses pulled the towelling back up in the opposite direction only served to intensify the burning sensations which Rupert felt in his helmet. Moses began to work on the delicate band of flesh linking cockhead to shaft. Brushing it backwards and forwards with the towel he seemed as if he would cause it to snap. Tightly stretched as it was, the fleshy bridge threatened to snap, or at least felt as if it would.
With Rupert almost in tears and pleading for relief Moses at last dropped the towel and let go of the taught skinned back cock. Slowly and imperceptibly, Rupert's foreskin began to rise back up his swollen shaft and come to rest in a single fold just below his helmet. His erection was as hard as ever, but at least his cock, sore as it was now had some appearance of normality rather than looking as if it were a skinned sausage. Rupert sat down again on the bench, his cock pointing out at forty five degrees towards Moses.
"Come on Rupert. Get dressed. We'll go for a walk and see the pavillon. You know, you would be a lot better without that skin. Get the cut and you'll be a new man!"
Still perspiring and now leaking pre-cum Rupert pulled on his uniform and got ready at last to leave the changing rooms. The breeze outside had cooled just a little and he began to feel more comfortable, apart from the dampness which was spreading from the end of his now semi-tumescent cock. Of its own accord his foreskin wrapped itself around his cockhead as his erection went down. Rupert began to wonder if Peter and Moses were right about getting circumcised. No more greasy foreskin, no more piss and cum festering inside the cock sheath at moments like this.
Rupert and Moses wandered slowly through the school grounds talking about the match they had just played and the games that were still to come before the season ended. "You seemed to be rather excited down there when we were in the tackle" remarked Moses, pointing down to Rupert's groin.
"It's only natural, my friend. Hand's all over you and the press of flesh against flesh. Doesn't it happen to you when you are on the field? I think half the team at King Edward's play with stiffies from start to finish!"
On the far side of the playing fields, beyond the cricket square was a pristine white pavilion. It would have been at home anywhere in England and looked somewhat incongruous out here on the edge of an African forest.
"Can we go and have a look over there?" Rupert asked. "It looks a bit cooler than out here in the open." Moses led the way around the edge of the playing fields and soon the two were in the shade of the pavilion. Rupert admired the craftsmanship of the construction and closed his eyes to imagine the school assembled to see him run a four on the pristine, mown square. How he would love to see his new classmates, dressed in white, cricket boxes emphasising the mightiness of their crotches as they ran back and forth across the lawns. What a thrill it would be to see the likes of Obiamo rubbing the red ball into the crease of their flannels leaving a trace of colour to highlight the hidden manhood.
"Let's explore." Rupert was anxious to see what might be behind the pavilion. Perhaps a workman's shed or lean-to, where he could be free to initiate further intimacies with Moses. Out here on the front they were far too exposed to anything more than talk. Sure enough, around the back of the pavilion there was an open door into a storage area. Rupert pushed the door wide open and looked around in the half light at the pieces of sports equipment, gardening tools and odd and ends scattered around the storeroom. Moses followed and stood close to Rupert as he looked around. So close in fact that the warmth of his body sent a wave of sensual pleasure through Rupert. An old garden bench with fraying cushions and fabrics gave Rupert the chance he was looking for. "Come on over here, let's sit down for a moment."
Thigh to thigh and shoulder to shoulder the two youths sat on the old bench, its hard edges softened by fabrics. "May I?" asked Rupert as he put his arm around the African's broad shoulders and slipped his right hand into the warm groin beside him. Moses responded taking Rupert in his arm to hold him tight. Sensing no resistance on Moses' part Rupert slipped a finger into the fly zip of his friend's trousers and began to draw it down, introducing his hand into the secret place. His fingers explored the wonderfully thick organ and located the junction of cockhead and shaft. Rupert ran his finger around the stiffening cock, delighting in its size.
Pressing his cheek close to Moses he tentatively kissed the smooth skin of the African's face, whispering his longings and desires. Taking his arm from around Moses he started to undo the white shirt in order to caress the large nipples which raised themselves like volcanic cones on the dark chest. Moses responded and tweeked Rupert, whose small but sensitive nipples had a direct line to his cock when it came to pain and pleasure. As each gave and received pleasure their cocks grew upwards and outwards. By instinct both began the work of undressing the other until their naked torsos were fully available, one to the other.
For the first time since arriving in Kenya, Rupert was able to enjoy the pleasures of naked embraces and explorations. His hands wandered over the firm black muscles which Moses had developed through years of sport and exercise. Moses himself was more aggressive in his play and pinched at nipples, balls and foreskin whilst enjoying the tender strokes which Rupert so enjoyed giving. Moses had deflated somewhat during the undressing and for the moment seemed to be holding back on getting erect. Rupert, even in the half light was able to appreciate the distinctive markings and textures of the Kenyan cock which he now held in the palm of his hand. A perfect match for Moses' stocky frame, the black cock was between three and four inches at rest with smooth, jet black skin on the shaft up to the broad scar of the cut above which the flesh was roughly textured and slightly lighter in colour. Moses had a mushroom head which sat proudly atop the shaft giving only a slight ridge, unlike the flaring helmet on Peter Obiamo which extended hard and far beyond the circumference of the shaft.
"Tell me about the day you were cut" Rupert whispered in Moses' ear. "Did you have to stand before the knife?" "Were you held in place while they cut?" "Tell me."
While Moses explained how he had stood unsupported in front of the knife and how in one sweep of the blade the skin of his boyhood skin had been removed Rupert took the circumcised organ in his mouth and tongued his way around the spot where flesh had been separated from flesh only three years previously. When Moses explained how the circumciser had let the severed flesh spring back down his shaft before pulling at it to stretch the wound wide open, letting the blood flow freely to the ground, Rupert swallowed the swelling organ whole taking the mushroom head deep into his throat.
As Moses told how he had had the wound healed with herbs and the whites of chicken eggs he grasped at Rupert's hard cock with its tender head exposed. Pulling at the foreskin once more he ripped it back towards Rupert's ball sac and dug a finger nail into the sensitive pink flesh. Withdrawing from Rupert's mouth and brushing his lengthy shaft against Rupert's face he said softly, "You need to know what it is like for us." Pushing and dragging his hard nail around Rupert's shaft Moses simulated just a fraction of the pain which an initiate should undergo. Rupert went into a dream at this point, hardly conscious of what he was moaning. "You can make me bleed if you want to."....... "Make it hurt"....... "I want it so bad"........Moses pulled up Rupert's foreskin and repeated the torture on the outside of the shaft. His carefully manicured nails pinched and dug at the white penis which was now throbbing in his hand. "Please, I want to be like you"....... "Make me feel the knife"........ "Cut me tight"....... Pulling back Rupert's tight foreskin just a little to expose a little of the deep sulcus Moses ran his thumbnail round the shaft and across the skin bridge at the back. "Slice it"....... "Cut me"........ "Make me a man."
Moses was as excited as Rupert by this play acting, both needing relief from the ache in their groins. Rupert was ready to offer himself as a bottom to Moses, with or without further foreplay. Having already taken the half hard cock into his throat he wanted the organ in its full majesty in his chute. What was thick at half mast was now gigantic at full erection, the shaft now swollen well beyond the circumference of the mushroom head.
Offering his buttocks to Moses and pulling apart his cheeks Rupert need only to say "I want you" for Moses to begin pushing his blunt end against the little rosebud of Rupert's arse. A searing fire spread through Rupert's body when the outsize shaft had penetrated only an inch or two. It was as if he was being split open from inside. Little by little Moses pushed onwards and inwards stretching the English boy to his limit. Rupert was no stranger to the thrills of buggery but this was the limit. Peter Obiamo had been long and thick but Moses, though shorter in length seemed to be double the size.
Kneeling and prostrate against the bench Rupert breathed deeply as his body was invaded. Moses having initially held him by the waist, reached forward to grasp Rupert by the flesh of his chest alternately pulling him closer and pinching at his little nipples. The combination of pain and pleasure, the heat and the stabs of excitement sent Rupert into a place he had never been before. His mind fixed on the circumcised cock ploughing into him, thinking of the same organ being bloodily modified in the open air and wanting to feel the pain of Moses initiation had him dripping milky pre-cum onto the edge of the bench beneath him.
By now Moses was into his rhythm and lunging in and out of Rupert's chute. The hard cock pressed against his hidden gland and caused him to leak all the more copiously. The burning pain around his ass hole as the too thick black cock made its way in and out of his body intensified with every stroke.
Moses was yet far from release. His organ, toughened up by circumcision, was capable of inflicting a great deal more thrill and agony before releasing its load. Withdrawing completely he pulled Rupert towards him and turned him around so that for a few moments face to face they could embrace and grind their swollen organs together. Each reached down to caress hard, tight ball sacs, pressing fingers firmly into that space between scrotum and anus.
Moses grabbed a couple of the cushions from the bench and pushed Rupert to the ground to lay on his back. Lifting and stretching the pale white legs to his shoulders he exposed the tender arse hole ready for a new invasion. This time there was no slowness about the entry and with a fierce plunge Moses drove himself into Rupert in one drive. Rupert screamed as the gigantic tube of flesh penetrated his tender bowels. Moses clasped a hand over the gaping mouth and silenced his partner who trembled from head to foot as the thick black cock drove its way in and out of him.
Sensing that Rupert might be becoming accustomed to the enormity of his organ, Moses lifted his hand from the boy's mouth to let him breathe deeply and slowly in time with the pile driving he was subjecting Rupert to. At length Rupert began to feel pleasure rather than pain and began to wank himself, not in the fashion that Peter Obiamo had taught him but in the familiar manner of drawing his foreskin up and down over his helmet, or at least the half of it that the swollen head could accommodate. The pressure upon his prostate caused him once more to begin to leak. Rupert's pleasure intensified as once more Moses started to tweek at his pale nipples, sending waves of electrical shocks down to his groin.
Rupert let go of his cock and took Moses' hand to place in on him to continue the wank and bring him to relief. Whilst Moses plunged in and out of him and simultaneously wanked the uncircumcised cock Rupert pinched at the large, firm, black nipples of his lover. The sudden shocks that he sent to Moses' groin were enough to start the beginning of the end. Moses jerked and shook as his nipples sent messages to his groin. His thick cock felt as if it were becoming even harder and tougher. A tingling began to stab at him on the line of rough flesh which marked his circumcision. Driving himself ever harder into the soft tissue of Rupert's bowels he felt himself beginning to come. The ejaculation was fierce and Rupert became conscious of his inner tube being flooded with man juice as the African boy shot his thick load into him.
At the very moment of release, Moses increased the tightness of his grip around the white uncircumcised cock in his hand, whipping the foreskin hard and tight up and down Rupert's throbbing shaft. With one last pinch at the pale nipples he brought the English boy to a shuddering ejaculation which spat out onto Rupert's navel. Continuing to pull and push on the foreskin Moses caused Rupert to cry out once more as his sensitive helmet was bathed in cream. Even as the organ began to deflate, Moses continued to wank it so that in a short time the velvety gland and silky foreskin were slippery with cum both inside and out.
Moses remembered the days when he had been able to soak himself in man juice and leave his lengthy foreskin and little black mushroom to absorb the life giving juices, as they matured in the warmth of his boyish organ. But he also thought ahead to the forthcoming half term holiday when he would be going home to the village. This year he had a younger brother and three cousins who would be facing the knife of the circumciser. Perhaps young Rupert could join them in the ultimate test of manhood.
Should Rupert get the cut? Let me know. Reactions always welcome Jeremy.