Date: Mon, 6 Oct 2014 20:47:28 +0200
From: Russell Timm <russell.timm@gmail.com>
Subject: WEST AFRICA - WHERE THE MONEY TALKS : PART 1 - SCENE SET

WEST AFRICA - WHERE THE MONEY TALKS

by Russell Timm


© Russell Timm 2014

Contact can be made via: russell.timm@gmail.com


DISCLAIMER:  THIS STORY IS FICTION AND THE CHARACTERS IN IT ARE FICTION. THE
EVENTS AND SITUATIONS ARE FICTITIOUS AND INCLUDE DEPICTIONS OF CONSENSUAL
SEX.


PART 1 - SCENE SET


It was Friday and Jimmy rose with the sun, dressed and pausing only to
drink a cup of water he set off at a brisk pace for work. At 16 he was
lucky to have work in the depressed economic times in the West African
country. Glad too that Mister Mike had come back to live there.


Mister Mike had been there the year before and Jimmy had managed to get six
months of work as his houseboy before he left. Those two months were
wonderful memories because he had been the only one in his family working
and the money was welcome. His basic pay had been $5 per day with lunch
thrown in but he was able to earn that again through satisfying Mister
Mike. He had learned the ways of man sex from Mister Mike and had been
motivated to always be willing to enthusiastically offer his body for the
extra cash.


With Mister Mike back they had got back into the routine quickly and
enthusiastically making up for lost time. Jimmy started work at 07:00 and
left around 17:00 seven days a week. Mister Mike offered him Sundays off
but he chose to work for the money. He and his family had missed the money
in the time Mister Mike had been away. Mister Mike had left because he had
been sick and had received treatment while away. Jimmy did not know what
cancer was but had been shocked when Mister Mike had returned looking very
thin and with no hair on his head and his body. Jimmy had heard others
discussing Mister Mike's illness saying that he had come back to die there.
Jimmy didn't care, he was happy Mister Mike was back and wished him a long
life. His family prayed for Mister Mike earnestly every Sunday in church.


Mister Mike had his good days and his bad days. On his good days he was up
and about by the time Jimmy arrived for work and would be in the kitchen
cooking himself his standard breakfast of bacon and eggs. Jimmy would get
to work making the bed, sweeping and cleaning the house and expect to be
called to the bedroom at any time. He always got to work early so he could
take a shower in the staff-quarters and clean himself for what was sure to
come. If Mister Mike went out shopping he would take Jimmy with him, Jimmy
always enjoyed the outings even though they were by routine to the
supermarket and the gas station. Other times Mister Mike went out alone but
never left Jimmy alone in the house. By arrangement when Mister Mike left
Jimmy would spend the time outside cleaning the yard.


On his bad days Mister Mike might not even get out of bed to let Jimmy in.
On others he would get up to let Jimmy in then go back to bed and instruct
Jimmy to lock the door on the way out. On the odd occasion he would take
Jimmy to bed where they would lie together naked in the spoon position with
Mister Mike reaching over and holding Jimmy's cock as they lay. Jimmy was
able to watch the TV with soft volume while Mister Mike rested or slept.
Mister Mike would dismiss Jimmy to carry on with his work or to go home by
telling him that the time counted as a extra.


On the good days there was always sex. With a simple quietly spoken
instruction, "come", Jimmy would follow Mister Mike into his bedroom. It
had become a routine but nevertheless Mister Mike's powerful orgasms let
Jimmy know that he was satisfying the man and his job was secure. There was
an occasional variation on this theme which started with a shower where
they washed each other in detail from head to toe before finishing off on
the king size bed. This intimacy daily was important as far as Jimmy was
concerned as the nights with Mister Mike belonged to others.


The house Mister Mike was renting had a perfect location facing onto the
fresh water lagoon but from the upstairs windows providing and
uninterrupted view of the ocean in the other direction. The design was
straightforward with a kitchen and a lounge/dining room, a guest bathroom,
two bedrooms with shared shower and bathroom and access to the double
garage downstairs. Upstairs off the landing was the main suite comprising
lounge/TV room, bedroom and bathroom and to the other side off the landing
was a bedroom with ensuite bathroom. For security reasons there was a solid
security door at the top of the stairs with a code-lock. The TV room had a
42" flatscreen TV and couch and chairs while the second bedroom had a
single bed in a corner but was set up more as an office and games room with
another 42" screen and the best of computer game systems. The telescope on
the tripod provided an excellent view of ships passing out at sea but also
the ability to watch and photograph the swimmers both on the beach and in
the lagoon especially those who used the creek inlet into the lagoon for
bathing.


Outside in a separate building were the staff quarters in one corner of the
property which comprised a bedroom and a shower/bathroom and in the other
back corner of the property was the shed where the power generator was
housed. A raised water tank stood at the highest point in the back yard
near the borehole. At the front of the property was the metal sheet double
entrance gates leading directly to the double garage doors. The front door
led into the lounge/dinning area while the back door led into he kitchen.
All the windows had burglar bars and mosquito gauze screens and the doors
had external flyscreen doors.


Mister Mike had worked for an international logistics company up until he
was diagnosed with cancer. The various policies the company had to cover
`dread disease' had paid out handsomely enough to allow Mister Mike to live
out the expected 5 years in relative comfort. Instead of dying alone in his
home country Mister Mike had made the decision to do so in the place he had
come to know so well among the people he had grown so fond of. The house
was ideal and he managed to buy a used Honda SUV at a good price. He soon
settled into a lifestyle and routine to be envied. It was just a pity about
the cancer.


Saye, the security guard on duty let Jimmy in and answered the question as
to whether Mister Mike was up and about. He was and Saye was sipping from a
mug of tea he had got from Mister Mike. Jimmy smiled inwardly because he
knew that he would need to straighten the bed cover in the downstairs
bedroom and put the hand towel in the wash. He knew there was some activity
between Saye and Mister Mike but could only guess at what. There was the
window of opportunity between the security shift change at 06:00 and Jimmy
arriving around 40 minutes later. In fact Jimmy was pretty sure Wonbin and
Teh, the other two security guards were also involved with Mister Mike
somehow. Jimmy was right about all three but it was not his concern.


One would be forgiven for thinking that Mister Mike would be satisfied with
the four boys but he was not, maybe because he was now on borrowed time but
then he had always been like this. Mister Mike's approach was that variety
is the spice of life. This variety included Kou, a 25 year old female,
whose slot was Friday nights for a sleepover. The relationship with Kou was
based on genuine affection and the sex was good for both and if on one of
Mister Mike's good days they would make love on three times in the night.
Naturally the relationship with Kou had a commercial basis and apart from
the sleep over included her cooking pots of the various local dishes which
would then be frozen in portions for later reheating in the microwave oven.
They were both happy with the deal. So were the gardener and the handyman.
Samuel the gardener worked two days a week and the handyman Jonathan was a
youngster who assisted Mister Mike with minor repairs and maintenance
around the property. They both were keen to earn a little extra on the days
they worked. The only one whose services were limited to the job only was
the mechanic who maintained the power generator and serviced the motor
vehicle. But his son, William, who drove Mister Mike around when he was not
feeling well enough to drive himself gave a great blow-job and was called
to drive and clean the vehicle more often than really required.


Despite all this to keep Mister Mike busy he was open to opportunities with
mainly boys and the occasional girl which where available on a scale some
could only dream of.


On that particular Friday Mister Mike woke early feeling good. Sleeping
naked as was usual he walked downstairs to the kitchen to make coffee. This
brought the security guard Teh to the window.


`Boss, how you sleep?'


`Good, Teh, and you?'


`Ah boss, I don't sleep. I full time 100% security guard."


`OK, then I need to shake your dick nice today'.


`Yes please boss.'


Mister Mike opened the door and let Teh in.


'Take off,' Mister Mike ordered and Teh obediently stripped off. Once naked
he moved in close to Mister Mike knowing that Mister Mike liked to fondle
his dick. And he did. Mister Mike liked cock heads more than anything else
and loved to fondle them - tracing the shape and contours with his
fingertips - and feel them swell as the dick hardened. The cut dick, all
the boys in West Africa are cut and cut young, swelled quickly to its 5
inches and stood proud and upright. Mister Mike ran his fingers down the
tight skin of the shaft and cupped the balls in his hand feeling the pair
of eggs in the now tight sack.


`Come', he said and Teh followed him down the passage to the first
downstairs bedroom.Mister Mike took the baby-oil bottle off the bedside
table and applied oil liberally to his cock and then to Teh's. Teh took the
dicks, one in each hand, and rubbed the cockheads against each other. He
started slowly, up and down, round and round, and the speed increased with
his arousal. Mister Mike's cock was longer and thicker than Teh's and it
was the smaller head that made all the moves.


`I coming,' and with that he shot his cum up against Mister Mike's stomach
and over the cockhead. Teh was panting as Mister Mike guided him backwards
and onto the bed. Mister Mike positioned a towel under Teh's hips and Teh
lifted his legs drawing his knees up against his chest, offering himself to
Mister Mike. Mister Mike added more oil to the flu length of his cock and
also to Teh's hole and moved into position on his knees between Teh's legs.

`Put slowly boss, please,' whispered Teh and that is what Mister Mike did.
With his thick head in Mister Mike rested allowing Teh to adjust. Then
watching Teh's face his slid his thick cock in the full length, pausing
only once when he read the discomfort of the boy's face. Fully in, Mister
Mike took Teh by the ankles and spread and straightened his legs so he
could get a full view of the boy's package and the movement of his own
cock. Looking down on the post orgasmic soft cock and tight ball-sack
Mister Mike worked up to a steady rhythm. Mister Mike found the shape of
Teh's cock arousing with the change of skin colour at the circumcision line
and the pointy cock-head. Mister Mike knew he would not last long and
needed to cum while looking down on the boy's beautiful package. The
thrusts when cumming were deep and powerful and caused Teh to close eyes,
grit his teeth and moan from deep down in his throat. Mister Mike collapsed
on the boy and kissed him deeply. Teh responded with a whispered:

`Boss you fuck so nice,' then responded eagerly to the kiss. Mister Mike's
cock slipped out as his cock softened, he then sat up on his knees again
and reached down and fondled the boy's soft cock.


'This is a nice dick'.


`Boss your dick is fat but exactly my size.'


They stood and wiped themselves on the two ends on the towel. Before they
returned to the kitchen Mister Mike hugged Teh, chest to chest, cock
against cock and kissed him again.


'Thank you Teh, that was good for me.'


Teh, smiled and they walked back down the passage to the kitchen. Teh got
dressed and got a cup of tea in a mug and was let out the door with a $5
bill in his pocket. Mister Mike took his coffee upstairs to the TV room and
settled down, still naked, to watch CNN's news on the satellite link.


Saye took over duty from Teh at 06:00 and Mister Mike was alerted by the
sound of the metal gates opening and then closing. After a few minutes the
gates opened and closed again as Teh left. Mister Mike, still naked, made
his way downstairs to get a coffee refill. As he rinsed his mug at the
basin under the window Saye appeared at the window.


`Boss, how da day?'


`Hey Saye, how da dick?'


`My dick need a shake boss.'


`Is that all? When you going to take my dick?'


`Hey boss, dat dick too fat for my small hole.'


'Then I must reduce your bonus.'


`Please boss, your dick too big. Maybe next year.'


`OK, see you next year.'


'No boss, I need a shake.'


'Now?'


`Yes boss, before Jimmy come.'


Mister Mike let Saye in.


`Come', and with that Mister Mike led the way down to the bedroom. If Saye
noticed the ruffled bedcover and the towel thrown over the bed he wisely
said nothing.


'Take off.' And as Mister Mike spread the towel and picked up the oil
bottle he quickly pulled off his t-shirt and dropped his shorts. Saye lay
on the bed, head on pillows and a cock steadily rising to full erection.
Mister Mike liked Saye's cock as at four - four-and-a-half inches fitted
nicely into his hand. The head was no thicker than the shaft and was more
rounded than pointed. Mister Mike sat on the edge of the bed and Saye
reached for the older man's cock.


`Your dick is tired,' he said as he fondled the semi erect cock.


`Don't worry about mine, let's see if your dick is working,' responded
Mister Mike.


With a liberal amount of oil applied to Saye's cock started to jack him
slowly but tightly while the other hand rolled his balls in a tight grip.
Mister Mike always knew when Saye's climax was approaching as he started to
jack the man off faster like he wanted on his own cock. Mister Mike
responded by increasing the speed and slipping his other hand down to reach
the hole and inserted the middle finger as deep as he could. Saye threw his
head back into the pillows and moaned: `Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,' as he
squirted his cum up over his chest. Mister Mike could feel the rhythmic
contractions on his inserted finger and the cock twitched a few times
dripping more cum as the erection subsided.


Mister Mike was now hard and he applied oil to his cock, pushed Saye's legs
together and mounted him laying his cock between the closed thighs with the
cockhead up against the ball sack and began to slowly slide up and down
against the thighs. He reached between them and took Saye's cockhead in his
fingers and drew it side ways where he could grip and rub it while thrust
up and down. Saye moved to find Mister Mike's mouth and offered a open
mouth to receive tongue and Mister Mike obliged. From there it was quick as
Saye' arms wrapped around back felt the shudder of the orgasm and the
wetness between his thighs to which he responded by tightening his grip.
Mister Mike moaned softly as he slowed until still and ended it with a long
slow deep kiss. Mister Mike slowly rolled over and they shared the towel to
clean up. Saye waited for the instruction to dress and then followed the
man back tot he kitchen where he waited for his mug of tea before being let
out the backdoor with a $5 bill in his pocket.



END OF PART 1


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