Date: Mon, 5 Sep 2011 02:53:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: pat roberts <philip_effiong@yahoo.com>
Subject: White Sunset 13
White Sunset 13
Matthew, Temba and the Twins -- Part 3
At the end of the last episode (See White Sunset 7 & 8) things were getting
interesting.
The same evening that Lukas, loaned out by African Resurgence, was the
whiteboy used as a candlestick, cake-holder, waiter and cum dump at Jomos'
black party in the city, young Matthew, a popular and well-utilised White
Pod Boy at his School, was having his first evening out in the country on
the Ranch of Goodluck Khama, with his two twin sons, Justin and Joshua, and
their cousin Temba. He had been worked over by the three black boys, and
then Goodluck Khama himself, all the way from the city in the south. His
young white ass was full of the thick cum of the four black family members
by the time he arrived. Young Matt had been shown to his quarters where he
had been able to empty his white ass of the accumulated black cum. But
looking out it seemed that his room was surrounded by near-naked rural
young blacks.........
Perhaps you can recall what was happening just at the end of Episode 8 of
White Sunset?
"I opened the window and made him lean out, sticking his white tattooed
ass towards me. I fucked him with his lil blonde head stuck out, squeaking
and squealing with his mouth open!" laughed Justin as he later described to
his twin brother Joshua, and to his cousin Temba, what had happened.
"And Fungai came up real close and could see Matt being fucked hard by my
black dick! That gorgeous tool of Fungai's got completely hard right in
front of Matt's face! I thought he was going to push it in Matt's mouth,
but I think he was a bit shy"
"Anyway I told Fungai later that we were going to unlock Matt's verandah
door at 1.00am, so he will be back. I told him to bring a few friends.
There was a lot of interest out there! I think they all want a piece of
him".
"I hope Matt gets some sleep before 1.00am" laughed Temba, his adolescent
black cock already hardening at the thought of what was to come.
The plan was that all the doors into Matt's room would be unlocked at
1.00am, as he slept. Temba, Justin and Joshua would let the boys from the
courtyard have a head start, then, unannounced, they would come in from
both side doors. Matt's room was big and could take in lots of boys, so
they should have a great party.
Justin, having fucked Matt almost non-stop in the car on the way up, was
determined to have a go helping that gorgeous huge black dick of Fungai
enlarge Matt's tight white hole. Joshua had his eye on milking Jon-Jon, a
dark black young slim but well endowed Ovambo boy working in the cow shed!
Both boys loved black cock almost as much as white. Matt was their bait!
Temba just wanted to see how the farmboys were going to fuck their first
white boy, and how many yung niggas he could take.
* * * * * * *
The four boys went to their rooms at 10.30, the twins to their room on the
one side of Matt, Temba on the other. Matt, the cautious white city-boy,
checked the locks on the doors, before stretching out to sleep on his bed.
It was hot, but he didn't want the window open. He slept naked but was
tired, and went out like a light, helped by a sleeping potion that had been
quietly added to his mug of cocoa. Temba unlocked Matt's balcony door at
12.00. Opening the door to check, he gazed at Matt sleeping naked on his
stomach -- his cute white ass so inviting in the moonlight streaming in
through the window over his bed. He closed the door gently, and returned
to his room.
At 1.00 the door opens again, cautiously and quietly. A tall muscular dark
figure is silhouetted in the door frame. Fungai eyes the sleeping white
boy, lying naked on his stomach, his pert white ass sticking up. Slowly the
lithe tall jet-black black youth makes his way to the white boy's bed, his
long thick black cock poking straight out from the folds of his sleeping
cloth.
Matt, dreaming of the black boy he had seen at his window while he was
being fucked for the third time that day by Justin, groans slightly in his
sleep. He awakens sleepily, aware that his cock is hard and throbbing. He
opens his eyes and looks up at the very same boy - the black cock he had
been dreaming of! It was just over his face!
"Suck me, young master!" said the cock's owner, his coal black tool with a
life of its own, bobbing up and down on the white boy's lips. "Suck my
black cock, you need it!" The black tool is pushed against the white boy's
lips and Matt takes the huge head into his mouth. The muscular slim young
black mounted over him groans and pushes the blonde head further on to the
huge black tool....
"Oh yes, young master! You suck so well! Suck down de whole black tool!"
Matt gags a little as the black balls press against his chin and the
enormous black boy tool lodges deep down his throat.
As Fungai is sucked, Matt feels many hands caressing his butt. Looking down
he sees three other smaller agile black figures at the foot of the
bed. They whisper to each other as they explore his butt, their slender
black fingers entering his white boy hole, still slippery with Justin's
cum. One slaps the butt and the others giggle.
By the time Temba and the twins re-enter the room, totally naked, from
their unlocked doors on each side of Matt's room, there are not three but
six near naked teenage blackboys around the white boy's bed. They are for
the most part watching Fungai's cock being sucked expertly by the white
boy. They feel Matt's back, his protruding boy- tits and his white ass. One
then two fingers of different boys are frigging the white boy's hole. Temba
gets Fungai's cock out of the white boy's mouth just long enough to make
him drink a double dose of Sudanese Blister Beetle Juice. The stuff took
only a few minutes to be absorbed. After that Matt would want to be fucked
by every black in sight.
And Justin and Joshua have brought with them a secret! Secret until
twenty minutes ago even from Temba. The imposing 6ft2 figure of Ronaldo,
the 30 year-old Head of Livestock on the Ranch, his muscled black chest
bare and black riding boots, and tight blue jeans advertising to advantage
his strong thighs, strong muscled ass and large bulge at the crotch which
grew visibly as he watched the white boy sucking. Ronaldo carries a short
riding whip with which he gently taps Justin and Joshua's erect black
cocks.
As they watch, Fungai pulls out of the white boy's mouth and shoots a huge
load of thick cum over the boy's face and blonde hair. Justin bends down
and smears the cum over the white boy's face pushing it gradually into
Matt's mouth. Matt swallows. He licks Justin's fingers clean. Another boy
straddles his face and Matt takes another iron-hard black-boy tool down his
throat. His white ass is lifted upwards and two blacks help a third to push
his tool up into the white-boy's hole. Matt feels the piston thrusts and
groans as he is pushed up the bed by the force of the thrusts. The
coal-black cock in his mouth doesn't miss a beat in its own rhythmic
fucking. Matt feels the stroke of Ronaldo's riding whip stroking his naked
stomach. He looks across the bed to see a row of intense black-boys faces
watching every move. He is consumed by lust as he lets them fuck him with
their eyes. The cock in his mouth erupts -- a gush of African cum pouring
down his throat.
It 's Ronaldo who forms the young blacks on the Ranch staff into a line
across Matthew's room. A line for Matthew to travel down, on his knees, his
own cock erect and twitching, sucking one urgent black cock after the
next. The riding crop is used every few minutes, flicked on to the naked
white ass, as a signal that the black-cock-crazy white boy should move on
to the next nigga. At the end of the line of twelve boys he is quickly
bent over. He receives a harder stroke of the whip over his white ass
cheeks which makes him moan and yelp. The line of boys giggle. He is made
to move back up the line, on his knees again, sucking each black for two
minutes each before Ronaldo grabs him by the hair and pushes him on to the
next waiting black cock This time new black boys have joined the line,
called over to the open illuminated room by their friends. Some of the
boys can't hold their excitement any longer and Matthew gets splashed again
and again by black-boy cum in his face and into his mouth. The boys begin
to laugh into his face as six, then nine then twelve, fifteen loads of
African boy- cum are pushed into his mouth or coat his face
"OK guys this whiteboy isn't your master, he's your slave! And you see that
white ass of his -- its for you to use, boys!" A ripple of excitement
passes through the crowd of young blacks.
"But you got to be patient and take turns! In the days ahead you will all
get a go on him. Every black man and boy on the farm that wants to is going
to use him. Tonight is just the beginning!
I'm going to show you how its done! Pull my cock out, whiteboy!"
"OK -- on you hands and knees, boy, and push that white ass up!
Pass me that can of lubricant Fungai, and stop playing with that huge nigga
cock of yours for a moment. Even better shove it in his mouth as far as he
can take it!"
Fungai read out the label "Easy-Oil -- Point Nozzle towards Target --
Frees Sticky Mechanisms, un-jams and lubricates everything, reduces
friction leaves long-lasting lubrication for locks, hinges, pedals and
tools."
"Well, it should un-jam him and lubricate my tool!" grinned Ronaldo. The
boys all laughed.
Ronaldo jammed his thick long black tool down Matt's white-boy cunt, picked
him up each side by his legs and pushed him wheel-barrow style round the
room.
As the boys all laughed and jeered Joshua pushed the coal-black Jon-Jon on
to his back on Matt's bed and slowly expertly and lovingly sucked the boy
off.........
* * * * * * *
Matt's days from then on follow a set routine. He breakfasts bollock naked
with the twins, their father and Temba. As Matt serves them they decide his
dress for the morning. If he is going to work the pig pens he is kept
naked apart from green wellington boots; when he rides with Ronaldo he
usually has the briefest of cotton shorts or a loin cloth; helping the
gardeners in the kitchen garden he is always kept naked but for a belt for
the smaller garden implements. In the afternoon he is used by the three
boys -- fucked hard and long before the four of them take a siesta
usually on Temba's bed. Matt sleeping in their arms, and under a tangle of
black adolescent legs. The cream in the Oreo triple sandwich, usually with
one of the black boy's cocks still up his creamy white ass.
The evenings at dinner he is made to serve their father, with the three
black boys. Matt was made to wear formal dress -- a black bow tie at his
collar, and a large red ribbon tied with a bow around his white cock and
balls. First the food and wine, and then he serves the four black cocks. A
few times there is a guest for dinner, An enticing whipping of Matt by one
of the kitchen staff sometimes follows dinner if Goodluck is in the mood
for entertainment for his guests over a glass of brandy.
One morning everything changed. He was serving breakfast, as usual, totally
naked. His young white cock was sticking straight up to his navel due to a
stronger-than-usual dose of Sudan Blister Beetle which Temba had
administered that morning, and due also to the attentions his white ass
cheeks were getting from the twins who slapped and pinched as they munched
their scrambled eggs on toast.
"Right Matt -Boy I want you in your school Pod uniform at 9.00am-- we are
making a visit!" said Mr Goodluck Khama, in his work clothes of khaki
shirt and shorts, "we're going over to Flamingo Ostrich Ranch. I need to
discuss some things with Michael Wajid the owner. It will be good for you
to see an ostrich farm and he said he wanted you to meet his boys -- the
ranch hands are older than you though he tells me he just recruited a few
youngsters as trainees. Make sure you wear that extra brief pair of pod
shorts I like you in and that very brief top -the one that just covers your
tits.. I hope they are all clean?"
"Oh yes sir! But Temba keeps my clothes Sir. Can I have them Temba?"
"Sure, Boy, but I dunno if those shorts goin to hide that white-boy cock,
the state its in!" Temba flicked it hard as he pulled the white balls.
As he opened his mouth in pain Temba poured more Sudanese Beetle Juice down
the boy's throat.
* * * * * *
"My Oh My !!" exclaimed Michael Wajid when Matt hopped out of the
Land-Rover from the passenger seat next to Goodluck. "Gee Lucky, you told
me the white kid was a , but just look at those legs, and that sweet little
face on him! Looks like an angel with that curly blonde hair! He's not
hiding much though is he? He's almost all on view already!"
Matt's semi-transparent thin white cotton Pod shorts brief enough to show
his upper thighs right to the groin. His midriff was bare showing his
hairless bronzed flat stomach and lower chest. The shorts bulged out,
clearly showing the outline of his hopelessly erect cock, rising up towards
his navel. Goodluck had been playing with the boy's white cock on the way
over. As they had entered Wajid's ranch house yard Matt had pushed the cock
in and to the left so that it didn't pop out over the elasticated
waistband. But it was a close thing.
"Matthew, this is Mr Wajid, give him a kiss!"
Matt went up to the strapping black rancher and standing in front of the
muscular black in jeans and a check shirt, he kissed him on the mouth.
Wajid embraced him tightly so that the white boy could only breathe in the
tangy sweat of the muscular tall black man. As the man felt the boy's tits
protruding under his flimsy brief top the bright red head of the boy's
white cock popped out over the waist of the shorts.
"Oh my God Lucky just look at that!"
"I told you Waji, this boy is sexual dynamite!"
The two friends high fived as they stood back and looked at the white-boy's
face flushed with embarrassment but with his cock twitching and straining
in the strong African sun. Both men thought back to the last time they had
shared a whiteboy -- back in agricultural college when they had both
regularly team fucked an 18year old blonde student in their rooms.
Matt with his double dose of Sudanese Beetle Juice felt he was just a short
way from shooting off. But above all he wanted to be fucked.
"Turn round, Boy, and show Mr Wajid your ass.
Matt turned and Goodluck yanked down the waistband of the shorts to expose
the blond's round firm cheeks. His tatoo of the school crest was on the
left cheek and "Property of RastaBoys Pod" on the right.
"Awww shit!!!!" exclaimed Michael Wajid, clutching the huge erection in his
jeans "They even got the boy branded!"
They were in the middle of the central stable yard of the ranch. All
around were ranch hands. They had stopped to look. Boy, had they stopped to
look. Getting closer six to eight bare chested muscular black guys in jeans
and cut-offs began to jeer and laugh.
"Go and introduce yourself to the guys, Matthew!" Said Goodluck "No, leave
your white ass out Boy! They might like to get a close up!
" Don't be long guys -- we have a training session planned for young Matt
in the Ranch office. "
Next episode very soon! Sorry for the very long delay... let me know if
you are still interested.
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