Date: Wed, 25 May 2011 14:02:45 +0100
From: Alex Carbine <alex.carbine@sky.com>
Subject: World Tour 04

World Tour 04

by Alex Carbine


I give the usual warning that there are graphic descriptions
of man to man sex, of many types. So if you do not wish to
read this, go away now!!! However if you do enjoy the
titillation reading about this can give, hold at the back
of your mind that what I describe actually happened.
I know, I was there!!!!!  Honestly..............



Chapter Four.   Mombasa, Kenya.


The flight to Mombasa and the car journey to the Hotel was uneventful. The
5 Star Hotel was north of the Town, on the seafront, sitting alone in it's
surrounding coat of tall waving palms, overlooking the deep blue sea and
the blazing white sand beach. Each of the staff I had met was courteous and
friendly, their very dark faces highlighted by their very white teeth every
time they smiled, which seemingly was often.

I unpacked my cases, which had preceded me to the Hotel from the Airport,
and decided to have a look around, to get my bearings. Sandals, shorts,
printed shirt, sunglasses and wide brim straw hat were the order of the
day. The hat I bought in the tourist shop before I went outside, as
everyone I had seen from my car on the way in was wearing one. Stepping
through the ,doors out onto the terrace was like moving from one planet to
another. The quiet, almost Cathedral-like air-conditioned atmosphere of the
Hotel gave way to the afternoon heat and sounds of the real world. I walked
down the broad stone stairway to the next terrace where there were
sun-loungers set out under wide straw-capped umbrellas which gave
individual pools of shade. As I approached a lounger, a steward appeared
with a towel and a teethy grin.

"Can I help Sah?" a phrase to which I subsequently became used, and without
waiting for an answer he lay the fresh towel along the lounger. "Perhaps a
Welcoming Drink, Sah? On the Hotel?" Again the flash of teeth. As he
retreated with my order for the white rum punch he had suggested, I looked
around and took stock of my situation. I decided I was in paradise, but, as
a friend had for-warned me, it apparently had a subtle flaw, in the shape
of mosquitoes 'so big you could put a saddle on them and ride them'! It was
time for my next tablet of anti-malarial Paludrine, which I had started
taking regularly a week before.

"Very sensible, Sah," said the voice at my elbow. The steward, who's lapel
badge informed me was Andrew, had returned with my drink. He was dressed in
an all-white uniform, the jacket closed with gold buttons from the closed
neck to the waist. His long white trousers and tan shoes finished the
ensemble. It was these trousers that filled my vision as I turned to take
my drink, a fresh pineapple hollowed and filled with Bacardi and juice. I
could see he was a big man in more than height.

"If there is anything else you wish, just signal for me, Sah," and
indicated the pager that I had not been there previously on the table
beside me. 'If he is a sample of my visit', I thought to myself, 'this
could prove to be interesting times'.

I did not realise how tired I was until waking the next day. I had
discovered the indoor pool the previous evening when I was walking round
after Dinner, and it was there that I made my way for a morning 'wake-up'
swim. Wearing nothing but my sumptuous towelling hooded Hotel robe and a
pair of Andrew Christian Almost Naked Sports Swim Trunks, the lift from my
floor descended directly to the pool. Again I was asked, "Can I Help you,
Sah?" by the Attendant, who was dressed in a Hotel T Shirt, Speedo Trunks,
and flip-flops, and pushing a dry mop over the tiled floor. I looked at the
water and realised I was the only Guest there. "Thank you," I said, "A swim
and then a sauna, I think." "And a massage Sah?" he asked. I looked at his
Speedos and saw that the European Trunks were very full of East African
promise. 'I wonder if ...' the thought fluttered through my mind. "Yes,
thank you. A nice idea, after all I'm here for a good time," "I shall
endeavour to give you the good time you wish," came the reply with a beacon
of white teeth. He took my robe and I entered the water, watching his eyes
as they travelled down my reasonably trim body. I was not sure if the nod
he gave me as he turned and walked away was for me or his dismissal.

Twenty lengths later and he was showing me into the fairly spacious
dry-heat sauna. I was surprised when he entered behind me and helped me up
onto the middle benches, where he had already laid a towel. "I will return
in ten minutes, Sah" he said and left. I lay on my front on the towel and
let the heat lull me into a totally relaxed state, when I heard the door
open and the Attendant enter. "10 minutes Sah, do you wish your massage
now, or would you like a further time here?"

I had been day-dreaming about the massage and realised that in lying on my
front my cock had become semi-hard. 'In for a penny.....' I thought and
turned over. He could clearly see my arousal as he helped me to the
floor. We walked to the massage room and he locked the door after we had
entered. I found out later that another Attendant looked after the pool in
his absence.

"My name is James, Sah. How do you like to be addressed?" he said as he
hung my robe on a hanger. "Alex. Please call me Alex," I answered looking
over the massage couch and the side cabinets with all their bottle. "Thank
you, Alex. I need to remove you neck chain and wrist chain. Do you need
help with these?" "Thank you James, I can never undo my neck chain
clasp. Maybe you can help me?" He went round behind me and took hold of the
chain clasp. He also then had trouble with the clasp and I became aware
that his ample, lumpy package was pushing up against my bottom cheeks as he
worked on the release. I pushed back making a good firm contact with
him. The clasp opened and he placed the chain on the sideboard. I held my
arm out in front of me and he took hold of the wrist chain, moving close so
that my open right hand was touching his left breast. I could feel his
nipple was hard under his shirt. The chain fell apart and was placed with
the neck chain. He took off his T Shirt and turned to face me. I was aware
of his subtle smells of deodorant and human male. "Would you like to remove
your trunks now, Alex?" he said with a smile, "Or shall I help you?" My
cock by this time was well over half mast in my trunks, straining out at
90degrees. I simply smiled at him, and he dropped to his knees and reached
forward to my waist with both hands. "Shall I?" he asked as he looked up at
me. "Yes James, please," and he pulled my trunks to the floor.

With one hand he caught my cock as it jumped clear of the waist band, as
the other hand slid my trunk to the tiles. With little effort I stepped
over them and towards him. His mouth opened and I slid my 9 inches (23cms)
in. He pulled my foreskin back and his head started to nod as he began to
masturbate me with his thick lips and tongue. My cock became so hard under
his ministrations it felt fit to burst. He stood up and I could then see
that he was hard as well, his uncut head poking a good two inches above his
waistband towards his navel. It was my time to kneel and I slipped his
trunks to the floor and held his stiff, uncircumcised 10 inches (26cms) in
my hand before pulling back his foreskin, reveal its' purple treasure, and
lick the pre-cum on his slit. Then taking as much as I could of him in my
mouth, he started to fuck my face with slow thrusts. I let him.

Next it was my turn to stand up. We stood facing close to each other and he
wrapped his big hand round both our cocks and slowly wanked them. I was
underneath his cock, and I thrust towards his balls, hanging low in their
sack. After about 15 seconds he calmly asked, "May I massage your body now,
Alex?" "Yes, that would be nice, James." "Is there anything you don't like,
Alex?" "No James," I answered, "Nothing at all."

He lay me on my front with my face in a softly padded hole. I could see his
feet as he came to stand at my head and apply warmed oils to my
shoulders. I looked up at his thick, hard 10 inch stalk as it wobbled from
side to side, and then dropped my head back into the hole. When he had
finished my upper torso he moved to my legs and feet, finally standing
beside my waist for my lower spine and buttocks. I felt his still-hard cock
and balls against the back of my left hand as he began to work, swaying as
he rubbed and manipulated. Then he moved round to my right side. I had
turned my hand to be palm upwards. He dropped his balls into my open hand
and I was able to roll them around as he worked. Then I felt the warmed
oils he was using being poured into mu bum crack. It flowed over my
arsehole and onto the back of my balls. His hand travelled up the inside of
my right leg until he was holding my balls like I was holding his. Then I
felt his thumb pushing at my sphincter until it gained entrance. I arched
my back and pushed my bum up and away from the table. His other hand went
underneath me and took hold of my stiffy. Between the two hands his thumb
fucked my bum hole whilst he wanked my cock. Then he asked me to turn over
onto my back.

As he spread the oils on my chest I was able to hold his stiff weapon and
wank him. As he moved round my body he always tried to be in reach of one
or other of my hands, but eventually he had worked over the whole of me and
neither of us had cum. James then asked me, "Do you fancy something really
special, Alex?" My answer was on my face. As I lay on my back slowly
wanking myself, he made a call on the wall phone, before returning to
me. He replaced my hand with his and leisurely stroked my hard-on with his
slippery hand. There was a knock at the door, not the entrance door but
another by the sideboard. James opened it and a Hotel liveried bell-boy
entered quickly, closing and locking it behind him.

"Alex, with your permission I would like to introduce Luke, who works
here. He also lives here ...  with me." I sat up and Luke proffered his
hand which I shook in welcome. It was a strange moment. Me with my hard-on
poking up from between my legs shaking his hand, whilst James stood beside
him, his hand on the youngster's shoulder, and James' stiff, veined cock
sticking up and pulsing to his heart beat. Quite unreal. As the boy shed
his clothes James explained that they all lived and slept in one big
dormitory house in the grounds, and were all 'very friendly'.

It obviously was not the first time the boy had been called upon like this,
as, when naked, he spread oils up his bum and over his genitals without
being told to. For many years I have shaved my cock, balls and ass, and was
very happy to see that both James and Luke were similarly hairless. I lay
on my back and the boy reached over with an oily hand and started stroking
my dick. James came to my head with a bench and, standing on the bench,
squatted so that my tongue had access to his balls and ring. As I started
to suck his balls and sack, and rim him, I felt Luke's fingers rolling a
condom down my stalk, then the table shake and shudder as Luke climbed up
onto it. I looked down my body to see him squatting down over my cock, and
felt his hand as he guided my stiff cock to his anus. I saw Light glint off
metal between his legs, round his cock, and realised he was wearing a cock
ring. My cock slipped easily into his oiled tube as he sank down onto me,
taking me to the root in one slide. Then he started to move himself up and
down my shaft, his almost hard cock waving up and down like a conductor's
baton, a contented smile on his face. I lay back and took James' staff in
one hand to stroke, whilst my tongue entered his hole. I could feel James'
balls on my chin as I licked and the heat from Luke's innards on my cock as
he pumped up and down. Far too soon I felt the lava flow starting in my
loins, and then I was like a volcano, pumping my hot spunk, lump after
lump, into the bouncing boy's bum. James lifted up off my face and I could
see he was wanking his magnificent cock. Luke came up off my cock and he
helped me to sit up, his circumcised stiffy wagging from side to side. Then
James helped him down from the table.

Luke stood with his hands on the massage table edge and his bum jutting
out. James came round behind him, rolled a condom onto his cock and slipped
up into the open hole I had recently vacated. "Oh yes James!" hissed Luke
through tight lips as James' thick cock slid in. James put his hands on
Luke's waist and held him as he thrust deep strokes into him. I climbed off
the table and Luke straightened his back, making his stiff cock point out
away from him. James turned himself and the boy to face me. I went down on
my knees, held the cock ring hard against his body, and took Luke's rampant
erection into my mouth, allowing the thrusting of James to move the boy's
cock in and out of my lips. I reached under him and felt his balls, like
walnuts, as they drew up into his body before he ejaculated. I reached
further back to feel the massive hardness ploughing into his stretched
hole. Then Luke quivered, almost on tip-toe, pushing himself as far as he
could into me, before flooding my mouth with his watery emissions. When my
mouth was full and Luke had stopped jerking, I pulled away to witness
James' climax. With his hands on Luke's waist to push and pull him on his
skewer, James throat growled as, with head thrown back, he pumped his seed
into the rubber sleeve, deep inside the boy. Ten times he grunted with
effort as he came, then he withdrew his weapon, letting me see the teat-end
of the condom full of his milk, with the excess in evidence, trapped all
the way down between his hard shaft and the glistening sheath. I stood, and
Luke gently removed my condom, then bent and sucked my spunky cock
clean. Then he looked up at me, and, almost inevitably, gave me his toothy
white smile.


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