Date: Fri, 3 Mar 2006 20:55:44 +0200 From: Fleetwood <fleetwood@3i.co.za> Subject: Sepho and Mr Zama ( Adult/minor) Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and of love. This story may contain erotic and/or sexually explicit behaviour between consenting adult and minor, of whom may be underage. If it is illegal for you to, or you find this sort of work offensive, don't download or read it! The people in this story do not use protection because diseases don't exist here. However, in our world they do so please use caution and protection. This story is protected by copyright. It may not be downloaded or copied other than for your private enjoyment and may not be changed in any way without the expressed written consent of the author. This story may not be put on any pay to view site. I had just turned 10 and had been given a soccer ball for my birthday by one of my aunt's. We were living in a suburb in Soweto, South Africa. My father was working in Johannesburg as a lawyer and my mother was working in 1 of the white suburbs in Johannesburg as a domestic worker and we only managed to see her once or twice a month. My father worked until late in the evenings so I was left alone every day until about 7 o'clock each evening. I had been since I was 6 years old. I usually came home from school and cleaned the house then I would play until 5 o'clock before starting the evening meal for my father and myself. Today I decided to play instead of cleaning because the house was relatively clean, I was practising my footwork with my new soccer ball in our back yard when I accidentally kicked the ball over our neighbour's fence. I scaled the wall and went in search of my new ball thinking that the neighbours were away working. As I rounded the corner to their back yard I was surprised to see Mr Zama stretched out on a reclining chair dozing in the sun. His shirt was opened and he was wearing short baggy shorts. I was about to address him when I noticed the liquor bottle lying empty on the floor beside him. I spotted my ball lying in front of his chair and I crept quietly to retrieve my ball, as I bent and lifted the ball I raised my head and right there before my eyes lay Mr Zama's huge black cock. Although it was limp it was thick and the forskin was partially retracted. His trouser was wide and his cock lay against his hairy leg, I dragged my eyes upward to his exposed abdomen. It was real hairy, covered in tight crisp black hair and his large brown nipples were centred with a raised nub each. My 4" boy cock sprang into life as I studied the drunk man's body and cock. I cleared my throat and immediately clamped my hand over my mouth because I was afraid Mr Zama would awaken. He remained asleep and as I watched a fly landed on his nose and crawled into it, which would have woken someone but Mr Zama slept on. Taking that as a que I crept forwards to better see his big fat black cock. To my utmost amazement the fly emerged from his nose and flew down and onto his hairy leg, it crawled up into his opened trouser and onto his cock head. It crawled around and around, stopping to taste on the small opening centre in the middle of the purple cockhead, as the fly crawled so the big black cock twitched and began to thicken and grow. The forskin rolled back revealing the big purple head and the fly crawled around the new exposed area causing the cock to twitch and jerk, as it jerked the fly escaped and I stepped closer. Mesmerised I watched as Mr Zama's cock grew thick and hard and extended through his shorts opening. It jerked and twitched almost beckoning me to touch it, my mouth was bone dry as I approached and slowly reached out and grasped the big thick black cock. It filled my small brown hand and I instinctively squeezed and moved my hand backwards. I moved my hand forwards making the forskin roll over the purple cockhead, my moved faster and I was squeezing harder. I was concentrating on the first grown man's cock I had encountered not to mention handled. I quickly gazed around the back yard to make sure nobody could see us, the wall I had scaled provided absolute privacy and as my eyes returned to Mr Zama, I released his hard throbbing cock and leapt back as I realised Mr Zama was wide awake and watching me. Obviously my wanking his cock had awakened him from his drunken stupor, he peered at me with bloodshot eyes and he sneered as he slurred, "so you like to play with men's cocks do you?" I was panick stricken as I quickly grabbed my soccer ball and was attempting to escape when Mr Zama ordered me to stop and as I turned he was pulling down his shorts. His big black cock escaped from the elastic rim of his shorts and slapped against his abdomen as his shorts ended up around his calves. Throwing his knees wide he exposed his big fat cock and huge ball sack which hung between his hairy thighs. He beckoned me closer and smiled encouragingly as he grasped his cock and balls in his large hand and waggled them at me. "Come Sepho, come and touch me like you were. It was very nice and I was some more of your soft little hand. Come my boy, come here it is for you!" Coaxed Mr Zama as he waggled his cock and balls at me. I needed no second bidding and I approached and quickly grasped the big black throbbing cock which I proceeded to wank as Mr Zama moaned quietly and encouraged me to fondle and play with his big balls which filled my small hand as I tried to manipulate both the chicken egg sized balls into my small hand, thus causing Mr Zama to moan encouragement while I wanked his hard throbbing cock. My eyes were glued to his forskin as it peeled and unpeeled over the purple cockhead and to my surprise and curiosity there suddenly appeared a shiny drop of liquid that appeared and grew until it rolled from the split in the middle of the purple cockhead and another appeared to grow and chase the first until a long shiny string formed down to the chair between his spread thighs. "Oh yes, yes my boy your little soft hand feels so good on my big Zulu cock! Yes boy, that's how you handle a man size cock! Use your both your hands and on fast and harder, Oh yes, that's just right, do you like the feel of my Zulu spear?" Questioned the big black hairy man as he watched the small black boy wanking his throbbing cock. I nodded my head vigorously as I manipulated my hands around the huge thick throbbing black man cock. My face was pretty near the thick black cock and I could smell the heady aroma wafting up and filling my nostrils, making my mouth water. I desperately wanted to taste the shiny liquid flowing from the big purple cockhead and without being asked I lent forwards and licked the underside of the big cockhead and as my tongue dragged up the cleft towards the small slit it gathered the shiny liquid and as my tongue curled around the slit, Mr Zama cried out and thrust his hips upwards forcing his cockhead into my mouth. Before I could react his hand grasped me behind my head and held my head fixed as he thrust his big purple cockhead into my mouth and across my tongue. Groaning and moaning in our native Zulu language. I swallowed and tasted a salty sweet flavour which I liked immediately and subconsciously I began sucking as my lips closed around the purple cockhead filling my mouth. My teeth raked across the swollen cockhead and Mr Zama cried out again. "No! No teeth my little Zulu warrior! Watch your teeth BUT keep sucking! Oh yes! You clever, clever boy! Yes suck my strong Zulu spear! Suck harder, harder!" Cried the big hairy black man as he urged the little Zulu boy with his huge cock embedded in his mouth on. I sucked and sucked as my tongue swirled around the throbbing purple cockhead between my 10 year old lips. The big black hairy man was holding my head and thrusting his cock into my mouth, filling it with a slimy liquid that was bitter sweet and loved it. I was now kneeling between the big man's powerful hairy thighs and he was groaning and urging me on telling me he was close to cumming and I hadn't a clue what he was moaning about until his cockhead swelled and his big thick black cock jerked between my hands as it spewed thick salty liquid into my mouth. Filling it with warm thick liquid, I swallowed and swallowed but the thick salty liquid kept flowing until it was leaking from the corners of my mouth and running down my chin and still I swallowed until it slowed to a trickle. The after taste was quite nice which spurred me into sucking the swollen purple cockhead filling my mouth and draining it of any warm salty liquid I could suck from it. My small hands were still wanking the thick throbbing shaft until Mr Zama pushed me off his over sensitive cock. His loud moaning and groaning had stopped and he was now thanking me and rubbing my head as he disentangled my hands from around his now wilting cock. "Oh Sepho you are a good boy! You suck cock beautifully but I must rest now as I am not as young and ready as I used to be. Thank you for pleasuring me but now I have to sleep, up you can come back tomorrow and suck my cock again. Will you like that?" Questioned the big black man as he reached for his shorts. I nodded my head vigorously as I scampered off the chair and retrieving my soccer ball I skipped round the corner and down the path towards our home, next door and already eagerly wishing tomorrow was here. I couldn't wait until tomorrow and when I got home I began our evening meal and while it was cooking, I went into my room and dragging my trousers down I began wanking my rock hard 4" brown cock until I reached a dry orgasm and my body shook like never before because I relived the whole scene with me and Mr Zama. I eventually dragged my body into the lounge where I watched TV until my father arrived. When my dad walked in to the lounge I couldn't help checking his crotch and noting the bulge. My cock sprang into life as I imagined me sucking my father. Funny I had never thought of him like that but after today my life had changed and all grown men looked different. "I asked how your day was?" Repeated my father as I zeroed in on his voice. "Oh! It was kind of neat, thanks." I answered dreamily. More to follow maybe.