Date: Tue, 1 Mar 2011 15:42:51 -0700
From: Brian Suddards <suddar40@telus.net>
Subject: Foriegn Service 4 Final chapter.

Disclaimer: This story deals with boy to boy sex, man to man and other
aspects of consensual sex between males. If it is illegal to read these
storied in your State or Province, you should leave this sight now. This
story is fiction.

Chapter 4

No sooner had the Cruiser tied up in Southampton, than I was whisked off
the ship into a staff car. I was driven directly to a large house on the
outskirts of London. Shown into a large suite.

"I think Sir, you will find something more comfortable to wear in the
wardrobe. I will pick you up in 2 hours." The man turned and left.

I checked the wardrobe. It was filled with civilian suits of all makes and
sizes. I told my two boys to undress and we bathed. No time for fun, we
found clothes to fit us and dressed. I guess it was the last time I would
wear my uniform. It actually felt good to be back in civvies.

Two hours later the man came back.

"Right, you look better now Sirs. All got your ID? Good lets go."

The drive was very short. We came to a walled and fenced Estate. A Major in
a British Army uniform very carefully checked our ID. They even checked the
trunk and under the car.

"Right only to the main door." He told the driver.

As we drove onto the grounds of the Estate, I saw armed guards everywhere,
including guard dogs. Arriving at the Door to the house another officer
came down and again checked our ID's. We followed him inside and along a
hallway. Here two more guards checked our ID.

"Right, you two stay here." Indicating my two boys.

Inside that door I was led to a large conference room filled with very high
ranking officers.

I was not introduced although I knew most of the men already. The one man I
knew was obviously in charge stood up.

Field Marshall Bernard Montgomery had a frown on his face as he looked at
me.

"Just who the bloody hell do you think you are Sir?" He almost yelled.

I just looked at him knowing he wasn't finished.

"Say I can't take my objectives is bloody nonsense."

"I didn't say you could not take your objectives. What I said was you
probably couldn't take them in the time line laid out in the plans. The
bulk of the German Panzer Divisions are in the sector where you plan to
land. Also there are thirty more Divisions sitting watching the Pas de
Calais. If they arrive on your beach head you might have trouble even
holding the beach head."

"You obviously have none or kmow very little about how wars are fought
Sir."

"Your quite right Sir. But one thing I do know is that no matter how well
you plan any operation, that plan goes right out the door with first
contact with the enemy."

The field Marshall sat down. Another man at the table had been smiling as
the Field Marshall said his piece.

"Mr. Stone. I had read your record and I know you are very highly thought
of here in London and Washington. The citations you received speak for
themselves. All of your ideas and recommendations will looked at very
carefully. Thank you Sir for all you have done."

That was it. I was dismissed from the conference. I was led back out along
with my two boys. Back in the car and back to my suite. I was left in the
suite without any other instructions.

A few minutes later a steward came up told me the routine. Breakfast was
from 7-9 AM, lunch 11-1 PM and Dinner at 7PM. I could go anywhere on the
estate but could not leave the grounds. It sounded very much like I was in
prison. A very nice prison, but a prison none the less.

Well fuck them I thought.

After he left I locked the door. At least my suite was well equipped. I
went and poured myself a big scotch and sat down.

"What's going on Hairy?" Muja asked.

"I don't know Son. I guess we shall have to wait and see."

"Will we get to see Sahib?"

"I don't know that either love. You might as well get comfortable."

It didn't take either boy long to get down to just kaki shorts with no
underwear. I finally changed too and sat with my two lovers and sipped my
scotch. With two boys beside me it take long until I had Muja's cock buried
in my throat and Buddy's inside my ass. Prison it may well be but I was
going to enjoy both boys as long as I could.

The next ten days were not boring with two very horny boys to help relieve
the boredom.

Almost two week after arriving in England, I was summoned to Government
house. I was shown into the Ministers Office along with both my two young
men. The minister got up and came around his desk and shook my hand.

"Harry Stone it is very nice to finally meet you. You have been busy Sir."

He walked around his desk and sat down indicating several comfortable
chairs for us to sit in. He tapped a very thick file on his desk.

"This you Harry Stone. Everything you have done and everything you have
seen and heard, including a very lengthy and involved report from the
CID. A very many people here believe you may be a security risk, based on
your chosen lifestyle. I am not one of those, neither I might add is the
Prime Minister. In fact he has made it quite clear that your next
assignment be inline with your Position. As a Foreign Service Officer 9,
there are very few places I can send you. I guess Hairy Stone you going to
be going full Circle. You are herby appointed as Consul General at our
Consulate in Uganda. Before you ask, the one man you hold close to your
heart more than any other will be going with you. Yours and his orders are
already written. You both along with these two will be on the Next Convoy
to South Africa. God speed Harry."

I was being banished from England because I was queer. So fuck them I
thought. At least Sahib would be with me.

I left Government house in a kind of daze. Uganda. To me it could not have
been better. Especially with my love along too. Both boys were happy to be
going closer to home too.

Two weeks later we boarded a troop ship for our run to South Africa. One of
four ex-cruise ships, turned troop transports part of the convoy was
considered valuable enough to have a huge escort. It was also going to be a
fast trip. The troops were heading to the far east to help against the
Japanese.  I wasn't unhappy to be leaving England. Most of my memories were
of other places. Besides I hated the weather and would be very happy with
sunshine and heat. Sahib and I met as we boarded ship. We only shook hands
but what we really wanted was in both our eyes. The two boys, Buddy and
Muja could hardly hold themselves still as we boarded. We were given quite
comfortable Staterooms adjoined by a bath. After having all our trunks and
baggage delivered we were in each other arms almost before the door was
closed. Both of us crying our eyes out. After coming down a bit Sahib
kissed both boys for a while.

We almost tore each others clothes off after that. Buddy and Muja just
watched as we laid on the bed. They knew Sahib and I went a long way back
together. This was our time.

Almost 2 years had passed since the last time we had made love. God it felt
so good to feel Sahibs cock buried in my mouth and ass. Even though he
yelled when I entered him, he never asked me to be slow or go easy. All he
wanted was faster and harder. The first time was slow and easy, the second
more frenzied. A long time later we invited both boys to join us. For
almost 24 hours we never left the cabin, sustained by what seemed like
gallons of sperm and other juices.

Finally temporarily sated we bathed and went and ate. We sat for most of
the voyage just talking. Spending our nights with Buddy and Muja. No one
bothered us.

Only 6 days brought us to South Africa where we parted company with our
transport. Train to Pretoria and another slow train to Uganda. Home at last
I thought.

The house I had lived with my father when I was sixteen was now much bigger
and modernized. It even had a pool. It was also where I would conduct any
business as Consul General. My office and Sahibs were both in the
house. Government house in downtown Kampala was now Army
Headquarters. Kampala had grown too and the small pool where I had sucked
my first cock and had been fucked by Idi was now almost wholly inside the
city and more a sewage drain. Buddy and Muja had their own rooms, although
they spent almost all their nights in one of our beds.

The Army that I was technically in charge of spent their time chasing
rebels and smugglers and spies. Spies, I almost laughed at that. Uganda was
a back water of the Empire. Who or what would anyone spy on. But I let them
pretty much do as they pleased. There were now almost a thousand whites in
Kampala and even several schools run by either the Catholic or Protestant
Church. Even black children went to these schools. I knew although I didn't
really care, sexual abuse was rampant in some of the schools.

Both Sahib and myself enjoyed many a black in our bed. So did Muja and
Buddy. This was really where I could live out my life. With almost nothing
to do, Sahib and I took up hunting. We spent many days and nights along was
from Kampala. We also spent most nights on these Safaris, with thick blacks
inside every hole. It was very easy for us to fall back into the love of
fucking, sucking, rimming even eating out blacks almost anytime we felt
like it.

We had been in Kampala for most a year when a black Sergeant asked to speak
to me. When he was shown into my office, I saw a huge man. Well over six
feet tall with thick muscles everywhere. His uniform was immaculate. He
stood in front of my desk and saluted. I just looked at him.

"You wanted to speak to me sergeant?"

"You don't remember me Sir? I'm Idi."

My eyes got very big and then I walked around my desk and shook his hand.

"You have changed."  "Yes I grow bigger Sir."

Thinking about the first time I had sucked Idi and looking at him now was
getting me hard in my shorts. He obviously noticed. He reached out.

"You have changed too Sir." His big hand was on my cock.

Instantly I wanted his cock in my throat and ass.

"What are you doing now Idi?"

"Chasing ghosts. The General thinks all hunters are either rebels or
smugglers. We look for them but they just fade away like ghosts."

I was starting to think.

"Sit down Idi, while I think a moment."

I knew the Black Guards at the house were under the control of a very old
Sgt. Major. He had requested almost from the first time I arrived that he
be sent home. Well now I had an excuse to do it. I called Sahib and asked
him to come to my office.

"Sahib, this is Idi."

Sahibs eyes got very big as he looked at the huge African.

"Idi, this is Sahib, my lifelong lover."

Idi stood and saluted Sahib. He then put out his hand. Sahibs small hand
was buried in his massive paw.

"I am very happy to meet you Sir." Idi said.

"Sahib, when I'm done here, I want you to take Idi and have his picture
taken and fingerprints. Issue him with a house pass."

"Idi, I am transferring you from your present duties to the position of NCO
in charge of my household guards. You are also promoted to Sgt Major."

After informing both the old Sgt Major, his request for transfer was
granted and also informing the General of my decision, sat back to
dream. Dream of what I was sure a much larger cock of Idi's inside my ass
and throat. I was sure his load would be bigger too.

Sahib came back to my office. He kissed me and sat on my lap.

"He was your first love?"

"Yes, many years ago."

"How long love?"

"Almost twelve years. He was only sixteen like me when I sucked him off. He
was also the first black man to fuck me."

"I know he is much bigger now. It might hurt very much if you let him fuck
you."

"So, do you want him too?"

"I want everything you want love."

"Well I guess he will have to really take it slow with both of us." I
laughed.

"Can we go to bed now?" He asked as his big brown eyes bored into mine.

"I thought you would never ask love."  WE were almost as frenzied as we
were on the transport after being apart for so long. We almost tore each
others clothes off. Sahib pushed me to the bed and entered me in one
thrust. He fucked me very fast hard strokes in an almost animal lust. After
filling me with his second load he pulled out. I quickly cleaned his cock
and he shoved him down on his back and entered him. I could believe how
much I just wanted to hammer as hard as could. He yelled for me to harder
and faster. After two loads were fired into him I sat back. He dropped onto
my cock to clean it. I pulled him around and pushed my tongue into his
hole. My mouth was inundated with everything inside him. As hard as I tried
I could never get enough of him. I must be really bent in my mind to love
all that he had inside his very nice ass. He turned forced me into position
so he could lick me. I went after his hard spike. He came again in my
mouth. We both just laid together kissing and sharing each other. Sated at
last we drained each other. We slipped on bathing suits and headed down for
a swim. Just soaking in the cool water brought us back to normal, if it was
even possible for either of us to be normal.

Buddy and Muja came down and sat on the edge of the pool.

"So you are finally done. We thought the house was going to come down." He
laughed.

"So I suppose you two just listened?"

They looked at each other kind of sheepishly. I laughed out loud.

After a good dinner and quiet evening I took Muja to bed as Sahib took
Buddy. I enjoyed a long night with Muja including rimming his ass. He said
he like me to do that and always let me have him all and even enjoyed doing
the same for me. I really was now a piss, sperm and shit loving white
man. I never got sick anymore and even after Sahib dropped his whole stool
into me one morning I didn't get sick. After he pissed in my mouth, I did
make my self throw it all up but I guess I could have just easily left
it. Sahib was the same way along with both Muja and Buddy. WE would do
absolutely anything to please or pleasure each other.

Once the old Sgt Major had left Kampala and our new Sgt Major Idi Amin had
moved into his new quarters, Sahib and I visited him. He was polishing his
boots as we knocked and entered his suite. He stood immediately.

"Sit down, we just came to talk."

"Just talk? Or something else Sir? I know what you like, but I very big
now. Hurt you very bad."

"Really?" I said.

He stood undid his shorts, letting them drop. Holy Christ he was
huge. Almost 10 inches long and very thick meat. His balls were like small
oranges.

"You are definitely big Idi." I moved closer and gripped his cock. I
immediately felt it start to get hard. Ponderous would almost be the word I
would use. Hard it had to over a foot long and at least 6 inches in
diameter. No fucking way in the world could I ever get that monster into my
ass. I figured I might be able to suck a few inches but that was it.

"You can fuck me and I blow in your mouth, but I'm sorry I could not hurt
you Sir."

"Well it can't be much fun for you Idi, but I will suck you off anytime you
want, but your right it really might do damage inside my ass."

"I can always find some that like my cock inside them. You want to suck
now?"

I didn't need a second invitation. I sank to my knees and was right I could
just get four inches of his cock in my mouth. He moaned as I sucked him
they goy louder when Sahib dropped and started to rim his ass. I played
with his balls as he jacked his cock slowly. Even so big, it felt real nice
filling my mouth. When he started to blow, he held my head. I was almost
faint by the time rich sweet come stopped blasting from his cock. I sat
back in wonder while he smiled.

"You still taste great Idi. Anytime I will suck you again."

"You still like my piss too?" He said.

Before I could answer Sahib had his softening cock in his mouth. Idi just
let loose. Sahib did quite well to get most.

"Your love very good too Harry."

After he pulled up his shorts we sat and talked about what he had been
doing for the last few years. He had gone to school and could read and
write. He only got to grade six, but was still very knowledgeable. He had
joined the army at twenty had been in ever since. Very late we left him.

The Sgt Major was a real taskmaster. The troops at the house looked very
much better than under the old Sgt Major. They were always immaculately
dressed and their weapons and equipment were spotless.

I did enjoy Idi's sweet sperm filling me up on several occasions. Sahib did
as well. I was very surprised one day when both Muja and Buddy said Id's
cock felt great inside them. They said it hurt when he entered but was
wonderful after that. I wondered if I could ever take a cock that size.

The war in Europe was over and after the US dropped two Atomic Bombs on
Japan that country sued for peace. It appalled me that the US would do such
a thing. I knew it would have been very costly to invade Japan, but to just
snuff out the lives of 160 thousand men, women and children like that was
worse to my mind. I vowed never to step foot inside the US or have anything
to do with them for the rest of my life. After the debacle in Korea, I had,
had enough. I told Sahib I was going to resign. After almost 15 years in
the Foreign Service I had accumulated a small fortune. Along with Sahib's
and buddy and Muja, we had almost a half million pounds. I had, I figured
enough of Africa too. All four of us tended our resignations together. They
were promptly accepted.

WE packed everything we had bought for the house from our own funds. After
loading several lorries the house looked like it did when we arrived. Two
box cars were loaded with our goods. The trains had at least improved. We
had a private sleeper for the trip to Cape Town, our new temporary
home. Finally ensconced in our house in Cape Town we sat down to figure out
what we wanted to and where we wanted to go.

"Well as long as there is no snow." Sahib said.

"And lots of black boys. Muja said."

"Well I have the two blacks I will always want." I said.

That started first tears and then hugs, which led to groping and finally a
four way cock and ass session on the floor of our living room. Finally we
just sat nude on the couches and chairs. I mixed three scotches and one
pink gin. Sahib hated scotch.

"Well where were we?" I laughed.

WE finally decided on another of Britain's far flung colonies. Jamaica in
the Caribbean. It was hot and had plenty of blacks, dropped there by the
anti-slavery patrols of RN in the last couple of Centuries. IT was also
during our month holiday in South Africa, I that received word I was the
only heir to my late fathers money and estate. He had died in 1951 at the
ripe old age of 91. I sent word to the barrister to sell the manor house
and deposit any moneys to my account at the Bank of England. I also ordered
the Bank of England to move half of my money to their branch in Kingston
Jamaica.  After spending almost a month relaxing and touring South Africa,
we boarded a passenger/freighter for Jamaica.

I really looked forward to a fresh start and carefree life in the New
World.

Arriving in Kingston we found it not to be the Paradise we had
thought. Jamaica had been a base for both Allied Navies during World War
Two. Here the ships had refueled and rearmed for the battle against the
U-Boat menace. The crews had enjoyed shore leave and there was almost 100
percent employment on the Island. Now with the fleets gone and almost no
naval activity there was almost 100 percent unemployment. The only two
exports Jamaica had were rum and sugar. Those two industries could only
employ so many. The rest egged out of living by either prostitution or
crime. With crime the highest on the list. The Royal Kingston Police, were
very good, but even they could not control all the criminal
activity. Smuggling, gambling, prostitution, child slavery were some of the
various crimes.

Although whites were for the most part very well respected in Jamaica,
especially rich whites, there were very few left. The food riots that took
place in 1950, left many of the fine homes in ruins and most of the rich
white population had left for greener and safer pastures. This was the
Jamaica we had come to, to make our new home.

WE stayed at the Royal Kingston Hotel. A stately and fairly modern
hotel. We had two adjoining rooms. The food was excellent and the service
impeccable. The small children we encountered in our explorations of
Kingston found I was a pretty soft touch. Every time I left the hotel I
would have quite a following until I handed out a few small coins.

There were hundreds of homes for sale, most now owned by the Crown for not
paying taxes. We looked at many, most were totally unsuitable for what we
wanted. I was at my Bank one day and while waiting was reading a Jamaican
newspaper. An ad for a house caught my eye. A Stately home nestled into the
hills above Kingston with a view to take your breath away. Spanish marble
floor, wrap around deck, pool and hot springs tub. Large kitchen and dining
facilities with all the modern conveniences. Six full sized bedrooms with
adjoining baths.  Priced to sell.  See Government house for details.

I took the newspaper when I left the Bank and walked the three blocks to
Government House. Finding the right room I went in.

I pointed out the ad to the clerk and he called one of the men from another
office.

"Interested in the Getty place eh." He asked.

"Yes, can you tell me where it is? I would like to have a look."

"Its fair on expensive Sir."

"Really? How much?"

"One hundred and twenty five thousand pounds, Sterling."

Holy Christ. Most of the homes for sale in Kingston were half that. It must
be some kind of house for that price.

I never batted an eye.

"Still like to have a look." I said.

"Very well Sir. I'll order a car to pick you up."

"Make it a large car, there will be four of us looking. You can pick me up
at the Royal Kingston."  "Very good Sir. Say two this afternoon."

"Fine. See you then."

The drive up to the house was along a paved road. The first thing you came
to was a huge wrought iron gate, now standing open. Inside the road led to
a large turnaround with a three place garage. Very extensive grounds
surrounded the house, complete I saw with tennis courts. The grounds were
slowly being encroached on by the jungle.

The door didn't need a key, in fact there was no door. Long since gone
after the house was obviously looted by thieves. Inside it really was a
very nice home. Even though there was extensive damage through out, you
could still see the elegance. There was no furniture. Broken bits of glass
littered the floors and leaves and bracken were everywhere. Walking onto
the wide terrace beyond the huge living room, the view did indeed take your
breath away. From the wide ramparts you could see almost 270 degrees. All
of Kingston and the harbor, along with a wide view of the jungle and
beaches for almost as far as the eye could see. The Spanish marble of the
terrace still shone in the sunlight. The pool and hot water tub were both
filled with slimy water.

I turned to Sahib and the boys.

"Well, what do you think?"

"It is very nice, but will also need a lot of work and money to fix." Sahib
said.

Yeah he had that right. It would take a lot of money and time to repair all
the damage and bring the home back to even mediocre living condition.

"I think we've seen enough." I said.

Back at our hotel, we sat on the terrace to discuss the house.

Both boys were very enthusiastic. Sahib was not so much.

"Tell me what you think love. It will after all be our home, not just
mine."

"Hairy, I love you more than anyone ever in my life. Where you go, I
go. The house could be very nice, but I think it is too expensive
considering all the work and money it will take to repair it."

"I know love, it will take a lot of money to bring it back to its original
condition. I don't want just a house. I want a home where we all can call
it our nest. Something we all can be proud of. Where we can entertain our
friends or just have parties with anyone we choose. It is very expensive,
but I am also sure I can get it for less than what they want. I think I am
going to offer the Government 100,000 pounds for it. You told me and both
Buddy and Muja told me that all your money is mine. Well all of my money is
yours too. We are all equal in this. As I love you, I also love Buddy and
Muja. Besides I want to show those stiff necked assholes in England that
four poufs can live a very comfortable life together."

This last bit got a good laugh from all three.

"Let's do it." Sahib smiled.

"Well boys?" I said.

"Hairy, we too go where you go. Yes lets make house very special."

"Well that settles that." I smiled.

The next day I made my offer on the house. The official rejected it
immediately.

"Fine." I said and turned to leave.

"Mr. Stone. Mr. Stone please wait. I guess I must make your offer known to
the Governor.

The Governor of the Bank of England I was sure.

"Very well, I'll be at my hotel. You can let me know there."

He could come to me the pompous ass.

Making love that night with my three was made even better when we were
joined by one of the young waiters from the hotel. He wasn't as big as some
of the other black boys we had, had in Kingston, but his ass was very snug
and he really knew what to do with his tongue and lips. He never even
balked when both Muja and Buddy pissed in his mouth and gladly took all I
had after being screwed by all four young men. I really enjoyed all he had
inside him after he too was fucked by all four of us. We all slept together
at then end of our long night.

Around ten the next day, a messenger came with a note for me. The Bank
Governor had accepted my offer and all I needed to do was come in with my
barrister to sign and notarize all the agreements.

Barrister? Well I didn't have one in Jamaica. That was taken care pretty
quick after a look in the local directory. One Henry Stone was practicing
law in Jamaica. No relation, but the name would be very easy to
remember. He readily agreed after I told him I would give him a retainer to
be my barrister for all my transactions in Jamaica.

After a short afternoon of signing several documents and transferring
100,000 pounds to the Government, I owned a 25,000 square foot house and 30
acres of land in Jamaica.

We had a small party on the terrace of the hotel that night to
celebrate. It was a much larger party in our suite later, when I paid three
of the young waiters to join us. The orgy of cocks, asses, come, piss and
other sweet juices lasted well into the next day. After a long hot bath and
some real food, Sahib, suggested we would never have a problem finding good
looking house boys when the house was ready.

"I agreed with him wholeheartedly.

Forty Thousand pounds and four months of work brought the house back to its
original pristine condition. There was no shortage of workers and most if
not all were quite happy to have one of us either suck their great cocks or
bend over to let us fuck their brains out. All were paid very well for both
work and play. After moving in all our own goods and purchasing everything
else needed we were almost ready to move in.

Staff for our home was the last chore.

The chef we found had been fired from the Governors Mansion for the same
reason we had been banished from England. He brought with him two young
kitchen helpers. All three were queer. The rest of the staff was very easy
to find among the thousands looking for real work. Two of the waiters from
the Kingston Hotel were hired when Buddy and Muja had said they were very
fond of them. The other we found easy. It didn't mean we stopped enjoying
many delightful young men and boys of the Island. Almost every weekend it
was almost an orgy sometimes in our home.

All the servants had free use of all the facilities of our home. It was not
unusual to find one or two in the pool swimming naked or in the hot water
tub. The hot springs up behind our home supplied all our hot water and was
delightful just to soak in as well.

We purchased a surplus Rover and a small van so that someone could go to
town to replenish our supplies or bring back a boy or two for some fun.

We had other visitors as well. The young crippled boy James Thornton, now a
much respected and rising star in one of the largest banks in the US,
readily agreed to come for a holiday after I called him. He spent almost
every holiday at our home enjoying the attentions of an uncounted number of
black cocks and asses.

Colonel Sterling, now retired, also came for a visit after being invited by
Sahib. He had a different and very much bigger black with him when he
came. He told me his first lover had been found out and sent to Prison in
the US. He had been murdered in Prison just because he Queer. His new boy
was even bigger than his first. It was real challenge when he finally
fucked me. It was even a bigger challenge for Sahib, but he loved it once
it was inside him.

Both James and Frank came back almost every year.

We watched as the once mighty British Empire got smaller every year. All
it's one time colonies were now independent nations. Some endured long
years of strife. In Uganda, we read about Idi Amin's rise to power and the
atrocities he committed while he ruled the African Nation. It was rumored,
but never confirmed that a large number of the men, women and children he
murdered, were murdered after either refusing or after receiving his
humongous cock being forced into them. I still remembered the first time I
had sucked him off and had his cock buried in my ass.

Still the best of the best was Sahib in my bed. WE both still loved each
other with everything inside us. Tears still came to my eyes when I
remembered the first time I had, had Sahib and he had, had me. I could lay
for hours just looking at his smooth body. Running my hands over his pert
tits and down into that wonderful bush with it most wonderful cock and
sweet nectar filled balls. He would moan in his sleep as I fondled him and
then roll into my arms. Later we would always make love and then enjoy all
the sweet juices our bodies could expel.

Over the years I became I guess what is known as a size queen. Always
looking for thicker and longer cocks to have shoved into my very willing
ass. Sahib also enjoyed some of those huge cocks. The biggest, I guess was
over a foot long and about five inches in diameter. It was extremely
painful when he entered me, but soon I was in heaven feeling his monster
balls slapping my ass as he hammered my hole. I was even able to take over
half into my mouth before my jaw almost dislocated. I never wasted a drop
of their sometimes very bitter, but most often sweet nectar as it was
dumped into my mouth.

Kingston grew too. More and more whites moved to Jamaica, building huge
hotels and many stores. The investments I made in the Rum Industry paid off
handsomely. I was never short of money. My taxes were always paid on time
and happily and the Police never bothered us. No complaints ever worried
them from our home. I was sometimes referred to that Strange White that
lived on the hill.

Strange indeed, I sometimes though a better word would be crazy or
insane. Some of the things I did at my home could be called depraved. I
never balked at laying down and having any of my workers or visitors taking
a shit in my mouth and then pissing in my mouth to wash it down as I chew
it up and swallowed. It never bothered me anymore and to me was just
another part of the body I loved. Two or three in a row was common too. I
always took Sahib's, Buddy's and Muja's without question as they did for
me.

I always allowed anyone to use my ass or mouth for anything they
wished. Having a cock in my mouth and another in my ass was my greatest
joy. Sucking, swallowing come, piss or shit never slowed me down. Having
every cock at a party inside my ass was wonderful. Sahib and the two boys
were just as crazy as I. They too loved it all as I did, maybe not as much
as I did but very close. Idi had started me on this road and now I had
everything I had ever dreamed or ever wanted in my life.

Age of course brought its own set of problems for both Sahib and me. Sahib
was only three years younger than I was. I hadn't known that for all these
years. I had thought he was at least ten years younger. WE both had trouble
getting hard some days, but that did not stop us from enjoying young thick
and virile cocks in anywhere they could put them. WE even had contests to
see who could take the most cocks on a given day, including have boys first
shit in our mouth and wash it down then fucking us and finally blowing
their loads in our mouths. It usually ended in a tie. Both of us totally
worn out.

Nineteen Hundred and Sixty Two. That year seemed to either an omen or a
Godsend, to us in Jamaica. The US was back flexing it's muscle, this time
in South East Asia. Jamaica, resigned its position in Federation of the
West Indies, becoming Independent and on April 1st I received what at first
I thought was a joke letter. Sahib received one too.

I was asked to present myself at Buckingham Palace in London to be received
by Queen Elizabeth II, to be invested into the Knights of the British
Empire. I was been awarded the KBE, for my service during World War
2. Sahib or should I Sahib Bangasore, was to receive the DSO.  In the over
twenty odd years I had known and loved Sahib, I had never even known his
last name. I apologized the best way I knew how that night.

WE both got tailor made dark suits in St. James and with a special escort
from the British Embassy in Jamaica flew to England. It was our first time
on a jet aircraft. WE were put up at a very elegant hotel in downtown
London. On the appointed day we were taken to Buckingham Palace.

Sahib had his Bronze Star and Military Medal fixed to his left breast. I
had my Distinguished Service Cross, Silver Star and Military Medal on my
Breast.  The ceremony was pretty simple, my name was called, I walked in
and bowed to the Queen. She said a few words from the citation and pinned
the decoration below my other medals. I then kneeled on a stool and she
knighted me. Later Sahib was called in. His citation was read and Queen
pinned the DSO on his breast. After all the recipients had received their
decorations we were escorted to another room where reporters took pictures
and asked questions. Both Sahib and myself declined to talk about our
lives. Much later we were back in our hotel in bed.

"Well Sir Hairy, I've never fucked a knight before. Think it will be
different?" He giggled.

"I guess I will see, Just shove it in my very heroic love."

After a long night of love, we went shopping to buy something for our other
two lovers. WE settled on two `ROLEX' watches for our two. Both were gold
with diamond chips at each number. Both were engraved with love to Buddy or
Muja from Harry and Sahib. I bought Sahib a simple heavy gold ring,
encrusted with six small Safire's. He bought me a heavy gold chain with two
hearts entwined with half a dozen small rubies.

I guess between us we spent 20,000 pounds. While in London, I had the rest
of my Accounts transferred to the Bank of England in Jamaica. Ten days
after arriving we were on a plane home.

Thinking back over all the years, I knew Macarthur had been wrong when he
said he would be small foot note of History. I was the small foot note. Two
simple lines in the Decorations Digest of The Empire.

Harry Stone, KCB, DSC, MM, ME.  Foreign Service 1939-1945

Macarthur on the other hand had several books written about him and several
pages in history books.

Sahib and I framed out medals and decorations. Both together.

We just carried on with everything we enjoyed with any worries. Buddy and
Muja, finally took the two servant boys as full time lovers. Sahib and I
had already made our wills, given the two young men all we owned in the
event of our death.

Well that pretty much tells the whole story.

Oh yes almost forgot. If you ever get to visit Jamaica, take the Island
highway until you come to a sign saying Lookout Point. Watch for an old
paved road on the right. If you follow that road you come across an old
iron gate. If you stop and look, you might see a very old white haired man
with a very brown white haired man on his lap. If you stop to chat you get
more than you ever dreamed.

THE END