Date: Fri, 16 May 2003 01:10:18 EDT
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: My African Tour: Monkey Talk

		       MY AFRICAN TOUR:  MONKEY TALK
			   by Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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The morning fog clung to the trees like enormous spiderwebs. I was
painfully reminded of a scene out of "The Hobbit" and the giant spiders who
had spun those webs in Mirkwood Forest. It didn't make the jungle any
friendlier-looking; if anything, it made it look even more ominous!

"Just over this next ridge, Stuart." promised my guide, Mickey, as we
tromped through the jungle. "There's a clump of fruit-bearing trees that
the chimps visit all the time. We have a good chance of catching a troop of
them there but we want to get in position before the sun comes fully up or
we might scare them off without meaning to. These are wild chimps we're
after."

"Okay." I panted. I envied Mickey his easy glide through this rough
terrain. He was rugged and muscular, a perfect jungle guide, with his
safari hat, tan khaki shirt half-unbuttoned to let his body breathe in this
humid, hot climate, matching shorts that clung to his huge thighs and
beautifully bobbing butt like a second skin, thick sensible hiking boots
with heavy socks that came up to the calves, the backpack of necessities
riding effortlessly on his back, and his face, chest, arms and knees all
bronzed deep brown by the sun, he strode with the careless walk of a king
of his domain. I wore a khaki suit (shirt and pants) in the same de rigeur
color, with hiking shoes myself, but where he leapt easily from step to
step, I struggled through that same terrain, even after learning to take
his every step as my guide of how to negotiate the obstacles. Insects that
ignored him hovered and buzzed ceaselessly in my ears, and the jungle gave
off a hundred distant and not-so-distant sounds that scared me shitless but
which he blithely ignored.

It was all my fucking father's fault, this whole mess! He had heard of this
jungle wildlife tour called "The African Experience" and first on the list
was Cameroon which had, after many years of quiet and secret effort,
managed to get a sizeable population of wild chimps to ignore and accept
humans in their terrain so that this animal could now be watched in the
wild by any number of gaggling tourists, and even photographed (but no
flashbulbs) in their natural habitat, going about their business as if we
were so many herbivores to be ignored. It had sold my mother and sisters,
one of whom had a favorite stuffed-toy chimp ensconced in her arms every
night, so I was dragged along on their group. I had wanted to go to Paris;
I had just turned eighteen and a family-oriented vacation was the last
thing I had planned on. But my father had all the money and when push came
to shove, he made all the decisions like this. From Cameroon, we would fly
to an area in the Sahel to help dig up newly-discovered dinosaur bones a
few days, then on to watch lions and so on and so on. I had been
outnumbered and outgunned, I had given in with the poor grace you'd expect
if you were going with your family to watch wildlife instead of to Paris to
live the wild life.

Then Mom and my younger sister came down with cases of galloping dysentery
in Ebolowa, their own fault for sampling the native food as if the FDA had
put their stamp of approval on it. My other sister and Dad had stayed to
care for them. But the guide was paid for already, and got his money
whether he took us on the tramp or not. Dad negotiated for a second tour
with this guide, Mickey, for the week after next, when Mom and Sis would
hopefully be well again, but the fact remained that he was hired and paid
for. So Dad decided I should go myself and tell them what I had seen, so
they'd be better prepared to take their photos. Forgetting that I hadn't
wanted to even come on this dumb trip. I had pointed out that this meant he
couldn't make the help-with-the-dinosaur-dig he had planned or the rest of
our busy tour-of-Africa schedule, but he said he'd send me on ahead on the
regular schedule and the family would follow along later. It would leave me
alone for the tour, but after all, I was an adult now and had wanted a
vacation on my own; no reason it couldn't be this way rather than sit
around the hotel room moping. With a comment from my father like that
ringing in my ears, I cheered up and even agreed it wasn't any good to pay
someone for doing nothing, so I reluctantly agreed to go.

And I lost the reluctance entirely when Mickey showed up, for I had
expected a native African guide. But he was a transplanted descendent from
Kenyan colonials, with sandy hair bleached pale by the sun, his burnished
face with the toothy smile that forced his thin cheeks apart to let it fit,
his chest barrel wide and almost high on his body, so that he was
thin-waisted, and his shirt had to arc inwards to fit his body. My sister
drooled when she saw him, and he gave her a warm smile and flirty look
designed to melt panties, then turned to me with that same smile and melted
my BVD's just as thoroughly. So I managed to drum up some enthusiasm for
this all-day hike and campout. Hell, it was only a five-day hiking tour; I
could live with it. Especially with Mickey all to myself, as a added scenic
attraction. I got images of skinny-dipping together in sun-splashed jungle
pools and packed for the chimp-watching hike happily. And I was at least
dumping my family for the rest of the tour, no small price to pay. So an
hour later, Micky and I were on a boat heading down the Ngoko River.

That all-day hike had been yesterday, and I was predictably sore, but we
had to get into position before the chimps arrived in the grove he had
planned for us. A native lookout had reported the place empty yesterday, so
we could get in position and pick out an optimum viewing spot for when the
chimps arrived.

Mickey had been diligently playing guide all along, to his audience of one,
pointing out the sights and telling me of the chimps and their behavior,
claiming that their actions and those of men were close enough to make you
think of them as human. "A lot of human behavior can be understood from the
study of these interesting and intelligent creatures." he told me
solemnly. "By watching chimps, we watch ourselves."

"You should make a nature documentary." I smirked at a point when he got
over-earnest.

He relaxed the narrator stance and smiled easily at me (we had been on a
scheduled rest, except he didn't need it and was pacing about; I was
sitting and panting), and said, "Sorry, mate, if I'm overdoing it. Your
father paid for this tour and I want to give you your money's worth."

"So don't sweat it." I said. A loud rumbling came through the jungle, like
an elephant's trumpet-call, but a deep bass sound, and I flinched. "And I'm
more interested in answers to questions like, 'What the hell was that?'"

"Just a bull gorilla." he said calmly.

"Just a bull gorilla?" I repeated numbly.

"Relax. He's just warning everyone to stay off his territory."

I thought that over. "Are we on his territory?"

He looked back at me, grinned. "Yes, I believe we are."

"Are you trying to reassure me?"

"More or less."

"Well...it's not working."

He grinned that easy grin again. I thought to myself that this guy and
Crocodile Dundee would get along with each other just fine. "Don't worry,
mate, only solitary males give that call, a male with a harem doesn't need
to advertise. That bull's quite a ways off and a solitary gorilla isn't
going to come hunting for you. They're very shy, no matter what Hollywood
has taught you about them. Don't worry about him."

"That's easy for you to say." I said, noting once again the rifle he
carried on his back, the pistol in his pocket, and the portable radio they
had strapped on as part of my own backpack. Anything happened, we were as
ready for it as anybody could be, they promised to send aid to any part of
the tour within three hours. That had sounded a lot more comforting back at
the hotel than it did standing in the middle of that jungle!

So I was sticking close to Mickey and his guns like a scared little puppy
(which is about what I felt like, though I kept up a brave front) and took
great comfort in the fact that, from that point on, he mentioned without
asking the source of any grumble, roar, or screech that came from out of
the canopy. Though as you can tell from my first experience, some of his
answers weren't that reassuring. I mean, knowing that a certain sound meant
a leopard had brought itself down a meal didn't make me feel any better
about its ideas for dessert or a midnight snack! So I kept up with him no
matter how much my left leg was beginning to bother me, we were almost at
the grove Mickey had mentioned, and once there, I knew we'd be sitting most
of the day.

And the next ridge wasn't that bad, my leg was really hurting but I made it
to the grove he had mentioned. They didn't look like fruit trees to me, but
Mickey pointed out the small berries the chimps would come for and I
agreed, this place would be ideal for a troop of hungry chimps.

"Now we just set up over here on this small hillock and we'll have a pretty
good view of most of the treetops and a good deal of the ground. Then we
sit and wait for the chimps to find us. If we don't get any today, tomorrow
for certain, these berries must be sending their scent for miles. Smell
that sort of sourness in the air? It's pretty faint, but that's the trees
telling animals to come and get it. The animals eat the fruit, the small
berries get eaten and out of all the berries the animal eats, a few of the
seeds survive and get passed through undigested and end up in a nice
steaming pile of dung somewhere else, ready to sprout and continue its
kind. It's a symbiotic process, the trees give food and gain seed
dispersal."

"Sounds like a good plan." I said as I put down the pack against a
treestump there and then sat down myself, intending to use the backpack as
a backrest while I sat on the grassy ground. This particular portion looked
planted and cultivated, which made sense when you realized it was a tourist
attraction to begin with. The grass was only a few inches high and looked
fresh-cut, not grazed.

But as I sat down, my left leg seized with pain and I grunted, clutched it.

"What's happened? Were you bitten?" Mickey said, flashing over to my side.

"No, just a leg cramp." I said, biting back my desire to scream with
pain. The jungle had made me aware of how far sound traveled, and sounding
vulnerable to a leopard didn't seem like a good idea.

"Sorry, mate, my fault. I should have given you more rests, but by pushing
it yesterday, we got here a day ahead of time. You seemed like you were in
shape."

"I am...for a treadmill." I agreed. "Walking in the jungle isn't the same."

"That it isn't." Mickey had produced a small bottle of oil from his pack
and, pushing my pants leg up, put some oil on his hands, and then began to
rub my calf. A hard massage, I bit my lip as he worked the muscle, and the
pain eased. "We'll give it a rub and you can rest here where we are for two
days, four days if you need it, until you can walk again comfortably. We'd
miss the Memwe Ele Falls but hey, it's just a big waterfall, not even that
high. Feeling better?"

"My upper leg hurts too." I admitted.

"So let's get it rubbed out, too. A cramp won't last as long if you can rub
it out fast."

Mickey reached down and began to unlace my shoe. I watched as he unfastened
and lifted it off adroitly, then he reached for my other shoe and, looking
up at me, said, "Come on, undo your trousers and let's get them off. We're
the only ones around for kilometers."

I gulped and unfastened my pants and unzipped them, and Mickey skinned them
off of me.

Then he knelt back down and began to rub my thigh. He seemed unhappy at the
job he was doing, and his response was to suddenly stand up, get straddle
of me while facing away, and he sat down on my stomach! This let him put
both hands on my thighs, but when he leaned forward, it also put both our
crotches right up against each other, and he moved in wide gestures,
rocking back and forth as he worked my thigh from hip to knee. I watched
his broad back now unfettered by the pack and rifle, saw his muscular arms
plying over my body and I began to throw an erection. He must have felt it,
but he didn't say anything. I couldn't tell if he did or not, I felt
something that could have been his hardening cock, but could also have been
that thick square of sewing at the juncture of the legs, and then he was
done, he stood up and went back to his pack and fished out a handkerchief
to wipe his hands off.

"How did that feel, mate?" he asked, not turning around.

"Really good." I admitted. "How much do you charge for a full hour?"

"Just part of the tour package. A man has to learn some basic first-aid in
the bush. Or in the jungle." And now he turned around, and there was
nothing bulging anywhere on him. I was softening myself, and by sitting up
was able to pretend that it was just a wrinkle in my briefs he was
seeing. "So pull on your trousers and let's get ready. Unless I miss my
guess, we have company coming."

I hurriedly pulled on my pants while still lying down, my leg protested any
movements still, though the pain itself was much less. I shucked them on
and got up next to him, both of us on our knees, side by side on the little
hillock, and I followed his pointing finger.

I saw nothing at first, just a rustling of brush that could have been
wind. Then the rustling was far too loud for that, the tree branches and
bushes were shaking here and there like they had come alive and were
determined to pull loose and roam free. Then, a black shape in the treetops
above, and then another, and more and more.

The chimpanzees had arrived.

A few were in the trees, but more were on the ground. They were bigger than
I had expected. The first ones got there and began to oo-oo-oo and
ah-ah-ah-ah like crazy. Some of them began to slap a trunk noisily, adding
to the noise while they caterwauled and chattered.

"Calling in the rest." Mickey whispered to me. His hand came over and
rested easily on my shoulder. "Now the main tribe comes in, now that the
coast is clear."

"There's more?" I asked, for some eight or ten chimps were already in the
grove.

And the rest did, a group of some thirty or forty more. They climbed the
trees, and some took the chore of plucking off the bundles of tiny fruits
and dropping it to their comrades below. The trees, which had been quiet
and still, now were a frenzy of black shapes that jumped and crawled and
shook and chattered. The others formed several circles that fed happily. I
watched it all wide-eyed, like a child staring at a Christmas tree for the
first time.

"Wow!" I said after a rather long time of silence. "I owe my Dad an
apology. This is great!"

Mickey didn't say anything.

"Hey, Mr. Guide." I said jocularly. "I don't see any babies. Which ones are
the males and which are the females?"

"Uh...it's hard to tell at this distance." Mickey stammered.

I looked at him. He seemed about to blush. Why?

I looked back at the group, which had satisfied its initial hunger and now
seemed to settle down to spend the day just relaxing and getting to know
each other. Like one couple which was engaged in an unmistakable behavior.

"I guess that's the female on the bottom. Isn't it?" I asked.

"Well...chimps usually mate like that, yes."

"Hey, Mickey, come on. You were the guy talking non-stop yesterday. What's
wrong?" I looked at the chimps in flagrante delicto, and said, "Are you
fretting about the chimps having sex? Hell, I expected to see some of
that. If I were wandering around in the wild and no rules to hold me, I'd
be fucking whenever I felt like it, too."

The chimps got up and I said, "Well, the bottom one was male. But
then.... Oh." I said knowingly.

"Yes."

"I did some reading about chimps before I came here." I said. "I know that
young males form their own groups."

"It's more than that." Mickey said. "This is Kublai's Horde." I could hear
the capital letters on that.

"Go on." I said.

"Kublai is that big male over there." he indicated a large, battered chimp
in the middle of the group, watching them all carefully. "He lost a
dominance fight in another group and got chased out some four years
ago. Joined up with a group of young males, naturally. It's dangerous for a
chimp alone in the wild. They sit up and watch for each other while the
rest sleep, and things like that."

"So why your embarrassment. Young males with no females around sometimes,
uh, take care of their needs the other way."

"Kublai took a different tack." Mickey seemed to have found his
courage. "He found these males and seems to have decided that if he
couldn't have a female harem, he'd have a male harem instead. So he kind of
formed his own little troop of all male chimps. Won't let any of the males
leave, treats them all like his female harem. They can mate with each other
so long as he gets all he wants, but if they try to leave, he chases after
them and beats them and drives them back."

"So I'm looking at the chimp version of Fire Island, huh?"

Mickey caught the reference. "Exactly. Kublai seems to have converted them
all over to his way of thinking. I've written about Kublai to
anthropologists, but none of them seem to want to come study Kublai's
Horde."

I saw what Mickey meant. More and more of the chimps, now that they had
breakfasted, were busily getting to know each other very well. The entire
group was busily chattering, grooming and basically getting down to doing
the nasty.

I laughed loud enough to scare a couple of the chimps that had wandered
near. "I come on vacation and end up watching a gay chimp orgy! This is
great!"

"We could strike camp and try for another grove nearby." Mickey
said. "There are a lot of rituals chimps and their young engage in that
you'd enjoy watching, too."

"With this leg of mine?" I said. "We're stuck here the rest of the day, I
think. Relax, and enjoy the show."

Kublai had brought one of the younger chimps over to quite near our
location. He looked right at us (we weren't hidden, just keeping still and
quiet as the tourbook advised), and then laid down the young male and
imperiously shoved his rather ludicrously large cock up the young chimp's
butt. The littler chimp squealed a little, but didn't seem pained or put
out by it.

"Man, that Kublai packs a mean one, doesn't he?" I said.

"Yeah." Mickey said sort of huskily. "That's why I was trying to talk you
into leaving. Kublai seems to get a kick out of putting on a show. That's
Giya he's mating with, one of his favorites. Giya seems to...really enjoy
servicing Kublai. You can see how contented he looks right now. Kublai
seems to enjoy taking his time with Giya, he mates with him so much more
slowly than with the others, almost like he's really in love with Giya."
His hand, still on my shoulder, began to kind of pulse in time with the two
chimp's almost languorous mating thrusts.

I cast a careful look at Mickey's crotch as he observed the two chimps. Now
he definitely had an erection.

"You know, Mickey, I think you're almost jealous of Kublai." I
ventured. "All these males to play with as often he wants to."

Mickey ignored my sally. He nattered on with, "Of course, chimps use body
contact to communicate with each other, stroking can be a very full form of
communication...." And that's when my hand cupped his crotch. He didn't
move, was stock-still.

"Mickey, what do you say we play a little game of 'monkey see, money do.'"
I said. "Or would you rather think of it as learning a little monkey talk?"

He didn't say anything, but his chest was heaving visibly and his lips were
parted wide. I began to clench his pud through the tight shorts. His cock
was right at the fold of his shorts at the legs, and I could feel how big
and firm it was.

I kept this up a while, him still unmoving, and I finally said, "Come on,
Mickey, let's show old Kublai how we hairless apes do it. Maybe we can
teach him a thing or two, like I could teach him how to suck cock."

Now Mickey moved, a slow turn of his head to mine, and when he matched eyes
with me, I gave him a small smile, and his reaction was to suddenly turn
and almost dive at me from his kneeling position and knocked me flat to the
grassy jungle floor.

His lips met mine with a crash and a crush and he was kissing me,
open-mouthed and fervidly, his arms roped around me and he held me tight
and his hands were pressing hard against my back.

"Uh, oof, uh!" I grunted, squeezing my legs out from under me, they had
been brutally twisted in this sudden attack. I managed to get into a more
prone position, and then I concentrated on kissing Mickey back. His lips
were so damned hungry on mine, he was huffing like old Kublai and it was
like he was trying to swallow me down!

I shifted and now our cocks were matched up and he began to rut against me,
hard, and I got my hands down and squeezed those taut buttocks of his like
I had wanted to for the past two days, and I wrapped my legs up and around
him and I began to hunch back at him.

His grunts took on an urgency, and I broke off that kiss by turning my head
and he fastened onto my neck instead, still kissing me hard and his grunts
had become pants.

"Hey, Mickey, slow down." I said. "You're going to blast in your shorts if
you keep this up. Come on, let me up and I'll give you a lip-lock on that
pud that'll make your day."

He responded by rolling off of me, and I rose up and looked down at him,
his hat lost in the scuffle somewhere, and that hair the color of dried
grass, his face long and vulnerable, his chest a massive hill with his
shirt somewhat askew, giving me a lopsided triangle look inside at one
ample breast, his so-slim waist and those shorts which were looking so
damned edible, I wanted to just dive down and chew them off of him, his
legs and arms much darker than the light-tan khaki, and now it was my turn
to dive and I got my hands and head down to that bulging crotch and I tried
to gnaw at his basket and open his fly at the same time. It unzipped easily
when I undid the button, and then I could reach into that damp, warm
interior (the heart of darkest Africa, I thought to myself and chuckled)
and I grabbed hold of that nearly hot prick of his and I brought it out
into the daylight at long last.

Damned, it was as beautiful as the rest of him! The head was no larger than
the shaft, so that his glans blended into the rest of his cock and formed a
shape so clean that it almost seemed artificial, like a cheap dildo, and
the skin of it was so pale; I only now saw just how tanned Mickey was by
this comparison, he was damned near white without the African sun on his
body. I admired it until I saw a pre-come pearl form on the tip and began
to weep downwards without me even moving my hand, and I realized that poor
Mickey was about to explode, so I fastened onto him and sent that slim
schlong into my mouth and down my throat and Mickey's hands grabbed my head
and shoved me down hard the rest of the way.

As I hit bottom, gagging a little from the dry prong, Mickey groaned and
choked, and then his hands forced me to bob up and down on his cock hard
and fast--not that I minded.!--and he grunted desperately and I knew right
then that he was going to come right away.

Just like a monkey, I thought, they usually climbed on, hump-hump-hump and
they were done. I would have preferred a long, slow suck-job on Mickey, but
the poor guy was so turned on, I just didn't have the heart to ride the
brakes, so I clung tight and enjoyed the slender dong sliding in and out of
my mouth all meaty and firm and hot, and Mickey groaned, his hands lost
some of their strength and I took over, sucking him at the same speed he
had forced on me, and was rewarded when Mickey gave a long, slow, strangled
moan and blasted his wad into me. It hit me hard and flooded my mouth, all
of a sudden, I was filled with his jism, and I swallowed hard and he filled
me again. This guy must not have whacked off in a week, there was so much,
I gulped him down as well as I could and rode out the waves of his
pleasure-ridden body, and then he was done, gasping for breath, limp on the
jungle floor.

I sucked his prong dry and then I let go of it, giving it a gentle kiss and
now I did what I had wanted to do before, I began to work my way over his
body, all sweaty and musky and male in its scent and taste. I suckled on
his pubic hair all drenched with his concentrated body oils, and I licked
on his abdomen. That half-opened shirt yielded its last buttons to my
searching hands and I could dive into that tiny little navel of his,
probing my tongue-tip into it and wiggled it about (that drew a small
giggle out of Mickey; he was ticklish!), then up that broad flat plain of
his stomach to storm the hills of his ribs and the heights beyond. His body
was nearly hairless except at the crotch, and that had been a rather scanty
patch, but I traveled my tongue along, earning groans of pleasure from him,
and I savored his taste and his very-masculine musk, it was like tasting
the essence of man, and his nipple was a salty-flavored nub of exquisite
delight from him, I rolled that little button around in my mouth, teasing
it with my teeth by taking a light hold and moving my teeth back and forth
so that it rolled the nipple beneath it, he moaned appreciatively every
time I did that, and then I would kiss and suck at his nipple, then lick it
with my tongue to assuage its pain, only to seize it once again.

After a long, luxurious time of this, I finally went up to his face to
collect my grateful kiss, which he gave me gladly. I then rested my arms on
his chest with my elbows akimbo to either side, and my chin on my wrists,
and I said, "So, is this a part of the tour service?"

He smirked as I had hoped, and said, "No, mate, it wasn't. Though I may
think of adding it to the brochure if it'll bring in business."

"I'd come back for more." I said earnestly. "You were really worked up. Can
I ask you a personal question?"

"Go ahead."

"Is this your first time with a man?"

He seemed abashed. "Yes, it is."

"I thought so, you were so hot. I'd rather have had a chance to work on it
for a while."

"I'm sorry." He said contritely.

I grinned. "No problem. In fact, thank you for letting me be your
first. Only, what can we do for an encore? Feel up to going again?"

"Not just this minute." he admitted, a little ruefully.

"I figured a load like that would put you down for the count. Got any, uh,
other curiosities about being with a man? Like, what does a cock tastes
like, or how does it feel to be fucked."

"Oh, right, mate, you haven't had your jollies yet, have you?" he said.

"Not forcing anything on you, but if you're willing, I could use the help."
I agreed.

"Then shuck out of those clothes and we'll see how well I can do on my
first try."

I got to my feet saying, "I have every confidence you will be a credit to
the British Empire."

He arose as well as shucked out of his clothing, and both of us nude on the
soft grass, he lay himself down on top of me and kissed me, properly this
time. His hands were slow on my body, as he stroked with confident care,
arousing my skin as he went, his calloused palms inciting rather than
irritating my senses. When he released my lips, he traveled down my body
slowly, using many of the same tricks I had on him, like the way he teased
my nipples, but putting his own spin on much of the rest of it. Those long
licks on my armpit was something his shirt had prevented, but I wished I
had thought to dance my tongue over his stomach the way he did mine, it was
such an odd but pleasant feeling!

He stopped as he reached the patch of my pubic hair, and then took my cock
into his mouth with gentle firmness, bravely pushing it down his throat
though he couldn't help but choke and have to release it, but even then he
held onto the cockhead and kept up the tongue-work on my glans even while
his throat clutched and recovered. It was such a liquid sort of thrill, his
mouth, for he had noticed no doubt my own flood of saliva on his prong and
was working up a rather sudsy concoction of his own, it make a shlorping
kind of sound, like a washing machine in the distance where you just hear
the soapy water sloshing back and forth. It felt great, and I moaned
accordingly, using it to let him know just what felt good and what didn't,
he took my silence for the critique it was, and soon he was bobbing
confidently on my cock, his throat having made the adjustment and now it
accepted my dick into him thoroughly.

I was getting pretty worked up, and my orgasm had begun to make itself
known as something that was going to happen, when he broke it off entirely,
got up.

"What's wrong?" I asked him as he got completely to his feet.

"Nothing at all, chum." He said as he stepped to straddle me at the waist
and squatted down. "Just that I think you're ready for the rest of my
special service."

"Don't rush yourself." I cautioned as he brought his ass down to intersect
my pud. "It's takes a lot of practice and your first time is going to be
rather painful just as it is."

"How come a young man like you knows all about this?" he asked me. "Are
they that liberal in your country?"

"No, but I had a friend back in school, and he and I taught each other, and
books did the rest." I said. "You're only my second lover."

"But you were so good at it."

"Oh, Fred and I get together at least once a week and have for the last two
years." I said.

"I just hope I compare favorably to your mate." he said as his asshole
found my cockhead.

"There's no comparison, you're much better looking." I said. "Just the
sight of you sitting down on my cock is about to make me shoot my load."
And I grabbed his cock, which was dangling but beginning to fill out
nicely. As he winced and crammed my dong into his virginal ass, I pumped
him firmly, and with the pleasure that gave him, it eased the way
considerably (I knew!) It took some time, but we had the entire day, and
finally my cock was firmly within Mickey's ass, not all of it, but more
than enough to let him get to the serious business of bouncing up and down
on me.

The sun had bronzed a long triangle on his chest where the shirt had been
left opened, the rest of him was differing shades of brown, so that it was
like he was wearing a skin-suit. You could see where the hat-brim fit on
his forehead as a lighter area, where the shorts waistband was, differing
shades of paleness or tanning, he varied from untanned near-white to golden
yellow to burnished bronze red, and the lack of uniformity was a turn-on
for me, he was no sun-child that lay about, he had burned in the African
sun at his labors. This man of the wilderness, this child of the African
continent, was giving himself to me and the pleasure brought by the delay
in my passion-ride formed up again, this time more like storm-clouds
boiling on the horizon as they race up on their rain-curtain legs to take
their frustrations out on you, so did my need to squirt my long-withheld
load of cum cause my balls to seethe angrily.

"Oh, God, Mickey!" I breathed as he again found a rhythm, "You're driving
me absolutely nuts here! I gotta shoot it soon, man, soon!"

"Just like me, eh?" he grinned insolently at me. "Well, me bucko, you just
wait until I say you can shoot, you understand me?"

"Yes, sir." I sobbed as my balls gurgled in their ire of repression. "Just
please, let it be soon."

"I have one other thing to take care of here." He said. "And that is doing
what I wanted to do last night when you were bent over digging in your
backpack wearing just those baggy shorts of yours."

He meant my briefs. I had thought I had had eyes burrowing into my ass
then, but when I turned around, Mickey was almost turned the other way. "So
what do you have in mind?" I asked. "Oh, jeez, my balls are gonna bust!"

"I'm going to let you slick up my cock which you've so kindly gotten nice
and firm for me, and then I'm going to shove it up your bunghole." he
informed me as he lifted off my cock and scooted forward, falling fully
onto his knees as he did so. His cock landed with a plump on the base of my
throat and I reached and lifted it up and scarfed it down happily. He was
ready to do again!

I got him slicked up as quickly as I could, for my balls were almost making
audible sounds, as they churned against my cockshaft, and when Mickey
lifted my legs and pushed his spit-slimed cock into my asshole, I moaned
and sucked him in with my ass muscles, working them hungrily, chewing at
that pale shaft as it slipped into my rump.

"Oh, God, yeah, fuck me, Mickey, come on, fuck me nice and hard!" I
crooned. "God, I'm going to explode! Come on, fuck me fast, fast and hard!"

Mickey obliged me, he hauled me up with his powerful arms in both bends of
my knees, pushing me into a crescent shape, and his long, slim legs and
waist began to ripple as he fucked my butt and he reached down to kiss my
lips.

I grabbed him in my arms and clutched his back with my fingernails, sinking
them in hard! He had me so damned turned on. He gasped, but didn't protest,
instead he fucked me even harder, his friendly face managed a sneer of
intensity as he plunge-fucked me, not being gentle now, but rutting as he
had in the beginning, giving full vent to his needs.

I groaned and closed my eyes shut tight and tossed my head, hearing him
giving out loud grunts of power, sounding much like those chimps as they
had called to the rest of their tribe, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, and my own throat
answering with ah-ah-ah-ah-ah! I pulled my nails out of Mickey's back and
held onto him tightly, and he shifted from quick long strokes to more
desperate quick ones, and I felt my own passions build up within me from
the sheer volume of sensations these quick jabs into me did to my prostate.

I felt my face flush hot, stars exploded inside my eyeballs, my asshole
clamped tight onto Mickey's plunging rod, and I tried to tell him I was
coming, but only guttural moans escaped my throat, eh-guh-gah, guh, uh,
guh-huguhhh!" I strangled out and I felt my sperm shooting out as if they
were ripping their own exit from my body, sharp as knives they sliced
through my shaft and burst into the open to splatter vainly against our
thrashing bodies so closely intertwined.

"Oh, yeah, mate, oh, yeah!" He panted. "Come on, shoot that all over me,
come on, shoot it. Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah-uh-uh-uh-huh! Guh! Guh!
Guh-huh-nnnkkk!" And his salty wads pumped into my violated butt, I clung
to Mickey as he fell onto me, heavy as a rock, choking back his moans
against the top of my left shoulder, clamping his lips onto me and nearly
biting me as he spent his load into me.

"Oh, oh, God!" I breathed when he was finally still and silent, and I was
covered with my own jizz and his sweat mingled with my own in cooling pools
of exhausted passion. "God, Mickey, you were terrific! Much better than
Fred ever was, honest!"

He panted heavily in my ear. "You were damned good yourself, stud." he
assured me. "I am never going to be able to find another guy as good as
you."

"I aim to please." I smiled at him and then looked around idly.

And froze. "Uh, Mickey."

"What is it?"

"We got company."

He sat up abruptly and looked around. We were surrounded.

That big grizzled chimp nearest us must be Kublai. The other chimps were
holding back, silently amazed as they gazed upon what may be their first
look at naked humans. I wondered if they saw us as pale apes, or as some
strange oddity.

"Don't move." Mickey cautioned me. "Chimps rarely attack, but if they feel
threatened, they will."

"I'm not moving." I said.

"We'll keep very quiet and see what they do."

I watched Kublai, for he was their leader and the rest would follow his
lead. I didn't see anger or fear in his eyes, though. I saw...was it
amusement?

I grinned back at him; I couldn't help it. Kublai made an undoubted smile
at me, then turned and languidly strolled off through the brush. The rest
of his clan followed him and soon the black forms had been lost in the
copious green of the jungle.

We waited there for the rest of that day and the next, but no more chimps
came our way. Mickey took me on to a small stream he knew, and there in
that stream, at a place where it made a shallow pool with water as clear as
anything, he and I splashed about naked together and embraced in the
sun-warmed waters.

"This is a nice place." I said to Mickey when we were done. "You bring all
your tourists here?"

"Not yet." he admitted.

"Why not? This place is terrific."

"Well, you never know when a crocodile is going to move into a pool like
this. And there are water snakes that could swim up the stream and decide
to stay around."

I shook my head as I pulled on my boots. "Mickey, if you're going to be a
tour guide, you have got to work on your people skills."

"Let's get you back to Ebolowa." He grinned back at me. "Your family is
going to want a report, and your plane leaves for N'Djamena the day after
tomorrow."

And so, I moved on with my "African Experience."

			      END OF PART ONE
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