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"It was not the best experience of my life. I'll never forget those bony fingers pulling at the foreskin and pushing it up and down to decide how much to cut."
"Did you get a stiff when he was handling your penis?"
"Not at all. My thoughts were on the knife he had at his side. I kept thinking how much is it going to burn. Everyone tells you it is like fire."
"At least I had some painkiller. The injections felt bad. It was like the needles were going to go right through from top to bottom of my penis. They stung really badly but then everything started to go cold."
"So you didn't feel the cut at all?"
"Not really. I knew something was being done when the doctor stretched the skin and tightened it in the pincers. But when I saw him cut through it there was nothing."
"You were lucky. It was like a red hot iron when the old man finally put his knife to me. And it was worse when he stretched the cut skin down afterwards. If my cousin had not been holding me I would have fallen to the ground."
Rupert was at the urinal unobserved when he heard Peter and Moses talking in the ante room of the showers about their circumcisions. Even as he tried to piss his cock grew harder overhearing the two comparing their experiences and the results.
"You see. That is what they do to stop the skin growing back up. You see how thick the scar is. It's because he pulled the skin down the shaft to spread the wound."
"Thank my father, I just had a couple of stitches on the big blood veins."
By know Rupert was leaking pre-cum rather than piss imagining the dark skinned boys being cut: one in the village and one in a clinic. Having seen both organs at close proximity on several occasions he knew well that Peter had a much neater scar, not too far below his massive plum helmet whereas Moses looked as if the skin had been ripped off him almost half way down his shaft.
Having been at King George College for almost half a term now, Rupert had become fully immersed in the sub-culture of east African circumcision lore. To wander around the school and admire the prominent bulges of so many young men imagining what lay concealed in those uniform trousers had become a daily obsession. When invited to spend the coming half term break with the family of Moses Minamara he had not hesitated to accept. Moses' family had a substantial house on the edge of a village, a villa surrounded by walls and gardens, quite unlike the traditional huts of their compatriots. Best of all, Moses had promised that he would be able to witness the initiation of his young brother, Adam and three cousins who had all recently passed their fourteenth birthdays.
There were still a few rugby matches to enjoy before the season ended. It was during the penultimate game that Rupert suffered what seemed to be a serious injury, the result of a badly executed lunge to grab the ball from an opponent. His right leg was pulled away from him by powerful hands locked around his thighs. The searing pain which shot up into his groin, left him prostrate on the field, unable to rise. With team mates holding him up on either side he eventually was able to hobble over to the edge of the pitch, from where in considerable pain he watched the remainder of the half. When at half time it was evident that he could not walk with stabbing pains shooting through his groin and scrotum the sports master ordered two team mates to help Rupert walk over to the school and find Takiri, the school nurse.
Laid out on the treatment couch in Takiri's office Rupert was helpless. Every movement of his right leg caused agonising pains to shoot through his groin. The tall male nurse had first of all to slide down the rugby shorts only to find that Rupert was wearing boxer briefs underneath. Takiri ran his hands over Rupert's upper thigh, tracing the lines of muscle to the edge of the briefs. "The pain is here, high or lower?"
"No, it's right up at the top inside." Rupert pointed to the crease of his groin hidden by the tight black material.
Takiri had no option but to remove the boxer briefs. With one strong arm he again lifted Rupert a few inches from the couch whilst with the other he eased the elasticated band down from Ruperts hips and little by little pulled the briefs of the pale white body beneath him. The warm touch of Takiris hand below his buttocks and thighs caused Rupert's cock to swell ever so slightly, enough to make his helmet stretch his foreskin from the inside and poke its head beyond the fringe of skin.
Having stripped Rupert from the waist Takiri was able to get to the inside of Rupert's thigh and locate the strained muscle with ease. As he examined the boy his hands brushed against both scrotum and penis, gradually provoking further swelling of the teenage cock. By the time Takiri began to massage the wounded area with warming muscle relaxant Rupert was almost at full erection, his cock head now three quarters bare, his foreskin visibly retracting as he grew. The warmth of the massage, expertly performed by Takiri nevertheless brought an end to the deep pain which Rupert had been suffering for the last half hour.
"You like to be treated here? You are big boy. It is time you had something done to that skin. You have not had the cut. It would look better for you. I think you like man's hand on you."
Takiri took hold of the solidly erect penis with the hand he had used to massage Rupert's groin. The strong grip of his fist around the penis was as nothing compared to the wave of prickling warmth which built up through Rupert's penis as the massage heat cream began to penetrate his shaft skin. Takiri held the penis firmly.
"You like the heat. It will burn you soon."
Takiri began to wank Rupert's cock, working the foreskin up and down to almost cover the gland. In a few moments Rupert felt as if his cock was on fire all the way from the stinging piss slit down to his burning groin.
"You should feel the heat deep inside you, young muzungu." Takiri pumped the by now red hot cock until drops of milky fluid began to ouze out of Rupert's piss slit. If Takiri had slit the swollen lips with a razor, the pain and pleasure could not have been more intense.
"You like? You want to feel more?" Takiri squeezed a dab of the massage cream on to his palm and rubbed it vigorously onto Rupert's already burning shaft. Applying his grip tightly Takiri wanked Rupert's cock to the point where the heat penetrated to the innermost part of the organ. Rupert began to cry out in agony begging for release from this torture. His whole cock felt as if it were in a flaming furnace being burnt from inside and out.
"Every boy should feel the fire of the knife. You think what it is like for your friends when they stand before the knife. This will make you understand us. You tell me when you want. I cut you good."
Rupert had tears in his eyes from the exquisite pain which had now engulfed the whole of his groin. His cock was ready to explode, swollen to its greatest extent and burning now in every place. His helmet felt as if it were double its normal size. He could not work out where the fire sensation was worst, on the outside of his shaft or on the tender inside of his foreskin. "Please stop it, make it cold. Freeze me. Do something."
Takiri rubbed all the harder and then began to squeeze at Ruperts balls. The tender skin of the scrotum had no resistance to the massage cream. Rupert yelled and jerked his hips off the table as fire shot through his ball sac. Taking each walnut sized testicle in turn Takiri rolled the teenage between his very greasy fingers allowing the cream plenty of time to penetrate the delicate shaved skin.
Rupert could take the torture no longer. Salty tears now flowed freely from his reddened eyes. As if the original pain of the groin strain had not been enough he was now burning throughout his groin. Takiri taunted him all the more. "A man does not cry before the knife. A man holds firm when his boy skin is cut. A man wants to feel that special pain."
Taking hold of Rupert's stiff but pained penis once more Takiri started to wank it determinedly. Pulling the foreskin up and down as far as it would go in each direction he sent waves of pain and pleasure through not only the organ but Rupert's whole trembling body. After several minutes the African nurse could feel the penis beginning to throb in his hand. Takiri knew that the moment had come. Rupert closed his eyes as he felt his juices beginning to pump themselves through his groin. In an instant his cock shot out its load, a great thick cord of juice landing on his navel. Takiri continued to pump, getting his own hand all the more greasy with the residual drops, some of which found their way into the fold of skin which now covered the helmet more easily as Rupert's erection started to deflate.
Takiri cleaned up Rupert wiping him with a cloth soaked in cold water. Paying attention to wipe out all remaining traces of boy juices from under the foreskin he renewed his offer to remedy Rupert's adolescent defect. Takiri, rubbed some more heat massage cream into Rupert's groin though this time without provoking the slightest hint of an erection and having helped him to dress sent him off with a tube of the ointment with instructions to use it morning, noon and evening on until he felt comfortable walking and stretching..........
Three weeks later and fully recovered from the rugby injury, Rupert Malroy found himself being driven up through the central highlands of Kenya. Moses' father had sent a comfortable car to collect his son and his guest from King George on the Friday afternoon at the end of the first half-term of school. Heading north out of Nairobi they were soon in tourist country and passing through town and villages which would have been familiar to Rupert's great uncle in his days as a colonial District Officer. With the Aberdare Mountains to the west and Mount Kenya to the east, this was the land of "Happy Valley", the playground of aristocratic settlers and hunters back in colonial days. Rupert could imagine Uncle Percy riding from village to village on horseback, perhaps calling in from time to time on for refreshment in one of the large houses which could still be seen in the distance.
The snow and the glaciers of Mount Kenya glistened in the sun. How odd to be almost on the equator and look upon a scene which would not be out of place in Austria or Switzerland: the brilliant whiteness of snow and ice up beyond the lush vegetation, home to giraffe, antelope and zebra. The place was truly magical. From time to time in the thinly populated countryside, Rupert caught sight of villagers dressed sometimes in cast off western style clothing and the further north and east they went, dressed in very little more than cloth wraps.
Having passed Meru they were nearly at their destination and it was here that for the first time Rupert, wide eyed, spotted a group of boys running naked alongside the road, singing and dancing as they went, little and not so little penises bobbing up and down as they ran and jumped in the heat of the day. Moses explained, "They are the new initiates. They are celebrating that in a few days they will be cut. They are going from village to village to announce themselves and be congratulated for their bravery in being ready to face the knife."
"Did you do that?"
"Oh yes. For four days. People give you food and beer and sometimes even give you to smoke special herbs which make you very excited to be facing the knife. Some boys are almost drunk by the time they get to be cut. They don't realise what's happening till it pains and they see the blood!"
In a short while the car turned off the main road and followed a track which took Rupert and Moses through several small villages, all neatly arranged with huts and some brick buildings. Most of the habitations were surrounded by little vegetable gardens, banana plants and fruit trees. On both sides of the track goats, sheep and cows were kept in small corrals, fenced in by woven branches. At last the car turned off again to another track which led to Moses' family compound, virtually an estate in comparison to the little houses and their vegetable patches.
Through the open gate, set into a creeper covered wall, the car slowed down as it crunched its way along the gravel drive towards the villa. Moses' father, a traditional chief in his tribe had invested wisely in agriculture and been able to build for him and his family a house which would not have been out of place in the suburbs of Nairobi itself. Deep all year round wells and a powerful generator made up for the lack of public utility supplies in the area. Rupert was immediately struck by the contrast between the modernity and comfort of his new surroundings and the fact that in a few days four teenagers would be standing in this very garden or close by to have their foreskins cut off by a traditional circumciser. Why would a father who could build a villa like this not send his boy to a city hospital or clinic for the operation?
The weekend passed very quickly for Rupert: bicycle rides along rough tracks from one village to another, meals of fresh fruit from the abundant trees growing in the area, fresh roasted goat meat and succulent mutton stews and the warmth of the afternoon sun to dry off his body after swimming in the fresh hillside streams and rivers of the district. Of Moses' father he saw very little. Chief Minamara spent most of the weekend sitting under a shelter in the garden talking with relatives and clan leaders, no doubt much concerned with the forthcoming festivities.
Away from the dormitory of Windsor House Rupert was delighted to have Moses to himself in the bedroom. The family had thoughtfully put a second bed into Moses' room. In the event it was hardly used, at least for the first few days. Friday, Saturday and Sunday night the two youths were sandwiched together in Moses' bed in an orgy of mutual wanking and serious fucking, the comfort of a bed being so much an improvement on the floor of the cricket pavilion, a clearing in the woods or the cubicles in the basement of the school library. By Sunday night Rupert's little arse bud had been forced open more often than he could ever have hoped for. His bowels had been stretched to almost breaking point and he had loved every minute of it.
But the traditional taboos still held firm for Moses. Rupert, for all his energy, sensuousness and skill in the arts of pleasure was but a boy, an uncut boy, whose foreskinned penis did not have the right of entry into his own manly body which had been tested and proved by the knife of the circumciser.
In the early hours of Monday morning before the sun had even risen, the household was awakened by the noise of young men chanting, singing and shouting near to the house. Moses' brother Adam and his three cousins had arrived from their tour of the villages accompanied by a crowd of supporters. Moses hurried Rupert to get out of bed and get dressed so that they could join the festivities below. Out in the garden Adam and his three companions were jumping and dancing as naked as the day they were born. Around them the crowd cheered and whooped as the boys wriggled their thin hips and thrust their genitals forward to the amusement of the spectators.
After a while one of the older men in the crowd ushered the group away towards the back of the house and down to a stream which ran behind the property. One by one the group of four walked into the chilly waters and sat down, legs apart on the sandy bed. Adam soon looked to be frozen by the hill stream which flowed around his hips, submerging his genitals in the icy flow. His shoulders quivered in the cool morning breeze and despite whatever he had drunk or smoked it was plain on his face that he was approaching the moment of no return in the rituals of leaving boyhood behind him.
For almost an hour the initiates were left to freeze their groins and genitals in the stream, whilst all the time a group of supporters continued to sing at shout songs and words or encouragement. At length an elder, though relatively young, perhaps in his thirties, called to the boys to get out of the water and follow him, this time in silence. The crowd quietened and the procession made its way to one of the lawns at the side of the house. Already seated on a low stool with yet another crowd behind him was the man who would shortly turn Adam and his cousins into men.
With a "ring side" place next to Moses and Chief Minamara Rupert could see on a charcoal fire, a pot of boiling water and the ivory handles of knifes poking out. Without ceremony or delay the man who had called the boys from the stream pushed Adam towards the circumciser. The old man, in fact he looked quite ancient, leaned forward and took hold of Adam's penis with both hands and pushed back the foreskin, pulling and fingering at it as he did so. Eventually he skinned the boy back to the furthest extent. Pulling it forward he then stretched the foreskin as far as he could until it was almost paper thin, the head of the organ clearly visible through the prepuce. Gripping the end of the foreskin tightly between the finger and thumb of his left hand he withdrew one of the red hot knives from the pot beside him and in an instant sliced through the taught foreskin.
Adam stood motionless and his face remained expressionless as the bloody remainder of his skin slipped down of its own accord back behind his pinkish-brown gland. A cheer erupted from the crowd as the circumciser held up for all to see, a ring of brown flesh, wrinkled at one end and raw fleshy pink at the other. Rupert, by now quite erect inside his shorts, remembered the overheard conversation between Moses and Peter. With all his heart he hoped and prayed that Adam would not cry out during the next part of the operation. He need not have worried. Adam continued to face the circumciser stoically as the old man pushed and pulled the raw skin far down the shaft. Adam remained rigid even when the old man spotted a tiny tag of skin in the underside of the penis and in one swift sweep of the blade excised it. The operation had taken less than a minute and now the circumciser's assistant was pouring egg white, fresh from the shell onto the bloody wound.
Having sprinkled dried medicinal herbs and wrapped a loose cloth bandage over the site he led Adam to the side and laid him down on the lawn.
Rupert though not exactly open mouthed in amazement at what he had just witnessed was nonetheless in awe and stupefaction to see that Adam had without a twitch or a tear submitted to his initiation. The sight of the old man so skilfully denuding the youthful penis of its foreskin had brought him in seconds to one of the strongest erections possible. When the second boy was put in front of the circumciser Rupert looked on with ever greater fascination. Adam's first cousin and fellow initiate had, of the four boys by far the longest, thickest penis, mature already beyond his fourteen years. The circumciser seemed to take longer this time in pulling back and evaluating the length of the foreskin. When he at last pulled it into the forward position for the cut it seemed as if he was using every last ounce of strength to stretch the skin towards him. Yet, the boy stood rigid and showed not one sign of fear or pain as the knife sliced across the end of his
penis. It was at this moment that Rupert shuddered, his stiff cock pumping out wave after wave of boy juice.
Unable to leave Rupert edged up even closer to Moses, the dampness spreading in his groin whilst the newly circumcised boy was bandaged and led away. Whispering into Moses' ear he pleaded "I want the cut. I need the cut. Tell him I've got to have the cut." Moses pretended to ignore Rupert for a moment before replying, "Wait. Wait till the end. I will ask my father."
Uncomfortably damp and greasy in his underwear Rupert continued to stare as the remaining two boys were circumcised. When the final candidate had been laid out on the lawn next to his companions the crowd began to sing and dance, moving as one towards form several circles around the dazed initiates who were by now beginning to feel the full effects of the knife upon their tender genitals.
Moses approached his father and tugged at his arm, indicating that there was something important to request even though the chief should by now be standing by his second son and congratulating him on his bravery. Chief Minamara was taken aback by the very unusual demand being made on behalf of his son's guest. Looking from a distance Moses could see heads nodding and then shaking as his friend's father and the circumciser debated the question.
After what seemed like an eternity of discussion the circumciser's assistant and Moses came over towards Rupert. The assistant tersely announced "It may be done. Come with me."
Leading Rupert to the stream behind the house, Wafula, the assistant ordered Rupert to strip. A t-shirt and a pair of football shorts and briefs were soon disposed off and Rupert without being asked sat himself in the icy water. His cock shrank to childlike proportions within seconds of contact with the water. His ballsac scrunched itself up into his groin as his testicles shrivelled. Whilst the assistant was looking elsewhere Rupert skinned back his miniature penis and washed away the remains of his recent ejaculation and then quickly pulled the skin forward before the cold water froze his helmet solid.
Giving Rupert much less time to be chilled than he had given Adam and his companions, Wafula after twenty minutes or so signalled to Rupert to get up and follow him. Arriving back at the initiation site Rupert found only Moses and his closest male relatives, a dozen or so men and boys. The initiates and their supporters had been dispersed around the property and were now engaged in consuming vast quantities of beer and roasted ox.
Wafula held Rupert by the arm as he led him to the old man with the knives. Instead of letting him go, Wafula stood behind Rupert and gripped him tightly by the shoulders and chest wrapping him in a tight grasp. Rupert breathed deeply as the circumciser manipulated his still frozen penis but felt little discomfort as his foreskin was stretched to what seemed like an almost impossible length ahead of him. It was only when the knife cut through his skin that Rupert felt as if he had received a high voltage electrical shot. His body tensed and then quivered in Wafula's clenched arms. Looking down he watched the bloody remains of his foreskin slip backwards and come to rest just below his helmet. Stunned by the wave of pain which swept through his body, Rupert was deaf to the cheers of the little crowd when the circumciser held up the piece of pale flesh. Closing his eyes and gritting his teeth he clenched his fists the moment that the old man stretched
the wound, pushing the red hot skin down his shaft before letting it spring up again to a natural resting place.
Rupert felt his legs going weak beneath him as he tried desperately not to cry out in reaction to the pain that was spreading through his groin. It was only when the assistant's assistant began to pour fresh egg white over the wound that he began to feel some slight relief. Whatever the ingredients of the herbal poultice were, they had an almost magical effect, at least temporarily. Once the bandage had been applied Moses stepped forward to congratulate his school friend, taking him by the shoulders and giving him three traditional African style cheek to cheek embraces. "I knew you could do it. I knew you would in the end."
Instead of being laid out on the lawn to recover from his ordeal Rupert was helped into the house and put onto the bed in his shared room. With promises to return as soon as he could, Moses slipped him a couple of adult strength pain killers before going off to join the families' beer and ox feast. Closing his eyes, Rupert drifted into a half sleep, conscious though of the dull ache and occasional stings in his groin. His penis felt heavy and strange, slumped between his legs to the side of his scrotum. From time to time it was as if he could feel blood oozing from the wound followed by a tightening and then loosening of the wounded flesh. Eventually he drifted off into a deep sleep, exhausted both mentally and physically by his ordeal.
For the rest of the day Rupert dozed on and off, his sleep interrupted only by Moses bringing pieces of roasted meat, glasses of native beer and more painkillers. The following day he woke with a serious ache in his groin and when he stood up was aware that his penis was heavy and swollen. Shortly after day break, Wafula, the circumciser's assistant arrived. Moses, on his instruction ran a tepid bath. Rupert was helped from his bed through into the bathroom and into the tub by his friend. The water around his groin began to turn pink as the bandage soaked and loosened itself. Wafula reached into the tub and slowly began to unwind the sodden cloth from Rupert's penis. When the innermost layer was pulled away from the wounded flesh Rupert felt as if his penis was being pricked by a thousand needles but to his and Wafula's relief, the wound held firm. Once out and sitting on the edge of the bathtub Rupert could look down and see clearly the result of
his "operation", a ring of tender cut flesh which encircled his penis a quarter of an inch below his glans. Wafula patted the wound dry pleased to see only a couple of spots where the wound oozed a watery pink fluid. He sprinkled an antiseptic powder liberally onto the site of the cut and wrapped the organ, this time using a proper gauze bandage............
When the time arrived for Moses and Rupert to return to Nairobi the following Sunday afternoon Wafula, Chief Minamara and Moses had a final viewing of the muzungu boy's circumcision wound. The scarring was declared to be satisfactory and though even the hint of an erection was enough to provoke stabbing pains in Rupert's groin, Rupert was declared fit to travel and firmly instructed to "not touch himself down there" for the next four weeks.
During the next month Rupert had constant companions for his morning shower. Indeed, by the end of the week every single boy in Windsor House had made it his business to get into the shower room and see the results of the white boy's tribal adventure. Little by little as the weeks went by, Rupert' penis began to take on an appearance of circumcised normality. The flesh around the wound toughened and its colour started to blend in with his shaft. The ring of scar tissue started to transform itself from a deep red to a nut brown colour and by the end of the month Rupert was satisfied that soon enough he would be able to put his new organ to use.
At long last the day arrived when Moses invited Rupert to walk with him after afternoon classes and take a stroll to the cricket pavilion. In the semi darkness of the old storeroom hands gripped at uniforms and in moments black flesh was pressing against white. Moses knelt on all fours while Rupert licked and lubricated the dark entrance to Moses' body. The flicker of Rupert's tongue caused the black asshole to quiver and open its inner pink lips ready to receive Rupert's fully healed and rampant circumcised cock. After what amounted to more than a month of abstinence, Rupert was on a hair trigger of excitement. He pushed himself between the firm black cheeks and into the tightly muscled hole. The clenching of flesh around his helmet was nothing to the grip on his shaft when Moses very deliberately pushed his with his whole might against the invading pole. As the chute clenched around the site of the circumcision Rupert began to scream and shout.
Pulling himself in and out just a fraction he wanted to feel the extremes of pleasure in his shaft as the once bloody spot was massaged by the tight black arse muscles.
Moving deeper into Moses' bowels Rupert felt the warmth of the black boy's body envelope his whole cock. Thrusting inwards he slammed his ball sac into the wedge of Moses' buttocks and began to pump away in and out. Reaching round he caught hold of Moses' heavy dick and began to wank it to its full eight inches of stiffness. Letting go for a moment he pinched hard at the solid nipples, raised up from Moses' muscular chest. Bucking himself in and out of the kneeling body Rupert soon enough felt the throbbing in his groin which announced an imminent ejaculation.
Remembering once more the moment when his foreskin had been sliced and the pain which had shot through his whole body Rupert dug his finger nails deep into Moses' tender nipples. Both cried out in pleasure and pain as Rupert's pent up juices flooded into the African's bowels. Leaving the nipples to recover from their torture, Rupert grasped Moses' erection and wanked it hard and fast, pulling on the swollen organ with his might. Still dripping cum from his very tender helmet Rupert withdrew and positioned Moses so as to take the heavy black cock between his lips. Alternatively pinching at Moses thick dark circumcision scar and stabbing at the mushroom head with his tongue Rupert quickly brought his roommate to a shuddering climax. Anxious to have the rich African cream within him, Rupert continued to suck on the swollen cock until it had discharged its last drop.
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The Kenyan exchange term was over too soon and only a few weeks later Rupert was back on a British Air flight to London Heathrow, leaving the sun and the savannah of Africa behind him. In his third term in Lower VI at King Edward College Rupert was soon the object of intense interest and speculation as word spread from the dormitory, bathrooms, toilets and changing rooms about his new status as a roundhead amidst cavaliers. Shortly after the end of the school year Simon Butler and Rupert both took part in a Highdown Preparatory school reunion. Travelling together back to their home counties prep school they debated who might or might not be there this year. Attendance was always variable, though it was almost certain that Mr. Snowden, would be there to welcome them. Simon of course, would never be able to forget the handsome games master who had held his hand tight during the circumcision performed by the school doctor in the cold sanatorium treatment
room. Little did he know how the teacher himself had soon been relieved of his foreskin by the same doctor.
Rupert was delighted to see that this year his old friend Ajubu had finally managed to make the reunion. This was one boy who had excited his passions from the moment they had met at the age of eight at the small private school. The Nigerian was now almost six feet tall and looking as handsome as an African prince. Dressed smartly, with understated elegance and expense, Ajubu filled his cream coloured chinos magnificently, just as had the VI Form boys of King Edward's, Nairobi. After the refreshments and drinks had been consumed Rupert made it his business to get Ajubu alone and go off for a walk into the school woods where so often in the past they had enjoyed the pleasures of growing boyhood. After the obligatory exchanges of pleasantries about schools, A levels and families Rupert announced, "There's something I want to tell you."
Shaded by the trees from the glare of the summer sun, Rupert and Ajubu sat down on the tinder dry ground in a spot where they had once explored each other's adolescent cocks. "You won't believe this but I've just spent a term in Kenya..........." Ajubu, who had been clinically circumcised a few days after his birth in a Lagos hospital, listened opened eyed and open mouthed in astonishment as Rupert recounted his experience of "the cut" at the hands of a traditional circumciser in an African village.
"You remember how you used to play with my foreskin when we were younger. Well, imagine what it looks like now." With that, Rupert unzipped himself and proudly fished out his penis. "Go on, feel it, touch it where I got the cut."
Ajubu reached over, intrigued by the sight of the obviously recently circumcised shaft He ran a finger around the darkening scar. Wrapping his hand around the now swelling cock he gently ran his fist up and down, remembering the suppleness of the foreskin which he had so often played with in this very spot. Rupert reached over to get hold of the jet black cock which he knew would be growing underneath Ajubu's stylish pants. It had been three years since the two had seen each other. At seventeen, Ajubu had grown to the fullness of African manhood. Rupert gasped as he pulled out the enormous length of black flesh, crowned with a gigantic plum shaped head. His hand could hardly hold the thickness in his grasp, so much had Ajubu's penis grown in the intervening years since their days at Highdown Preparatory.
Rupert moved to kneel and take the Nigerian between his lips. His jaw ached to swallow the granite like helmet and solid black shaft. At eight to nine inches Ajubu was as long and thick as any of the boys Rupert had recently serviced in Kenya. Insatiable to have his chute ploughed once more by a dark skinned African, Rupert paused to lower his pants. He lowered himself onto the massive penis, pushing himself downwards so that the hard purple black glans would prize open his anal bud. Remembering the pains and pleasures of being forced open, of being stretched from the inside of his body by Peter Obiamo and Moses Minamara, Rupert gave himself over to the delight of having his body invaded by the great black organ which had so fascinated him since the day he had looked upon it and held it in his little white hand.........
The End
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