Date: Sun, 5 Aug 2012 16:06:25 +0100 (BST)
From: Hasan Khan <hasancutkhan1987@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Kenyan Exchange Part 3

All characters and settings in this story are fictional. No resemblance to
any living person is inferred.

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A warm breeze swept across the rugby field and the heat generated by so
many bodies in the scrums caused Rupert to perspire from every pore in his
body. With his body so often locked in the embraces of so many team mates
he enjoyed every minute of the game. For Rupert, of only average ability in
the game, the thrill of rugby was the close physical contact it afforded,
the grasp of hands around his thighs and on up into his groin. In every
game he seemed to be able to get a clutch of balls and dick in his own
hands as he scrummed and tackled on the field. There was always the
surprise moment of a tackle when hands into the groin Rupert might discover
that his opponent was wearing loose underpants rather than a jock or
compression shorts. Fortunately for him, most of the Africans preferred to
slip on short rugby shorts over a pair of ordinary Y's, a combination which
left little to the imagination and plenty of possibility to feel the firm
outline of circumcised cock heads and heavy balls.

Though he was in the same house and dorm as Moses Minamara, Rupert had
found himself on the opposing team to his dorm mate. Wrestling together on
the ground for control of the ball Rupert was thrilled by the weight of his
opponent's body bearing down upon him. Clutching the ball to his stomach
Rupert held out whilst Moses used every ploy to gain possession. The more
that that the black hand pulled and pushed at Rupert's groin, the more
determined he became to keep hold of the ball. When Moses grasped Rupert's
erection through the cotton shorts and pulled at it, protected as it was by
only a thin pair of briefs, Rupert let out a shriek and dropped the ball
onto the ground.

By half time Rupert had had his cock balls mauled by no less than four of
the opposition and was playing with a half hard on for most of the time. In
the thick of the pack he allowed himself to be grabbed at, mauled and
wrestled at every possible moment. Laying down on the side line during the
pause he stretched his legs wide and displayed his pleasure to all who
cared to look.

The after match showers served only to increase the sexual
tension. Surrounded by lengthy and for the most part circumcised African
dicks Rupert soaped himself to respectable thickness and length displaying
his uncut cock to his immediate neighbours under the cascading water. Moses
was close by under the shower heads taking a keen interest in the English
boy who slowly and provocatively pulled his foreskin up and down, allowing
it to swell in the shower of warm water. Out of the showers, Rupert took
his time to dry his hair, allowing all who wished to observe his slim white
body and his distinctive foreskinned cock. He was aware of the stares and
though he did not understand the native languages he had no doubt that some
of the conversation revolved around his uncut status.

Rupert took so long to dry off that he was left with only three other
players in the humid changing room. Try as he might his to dry himself his
body continued to perspire and he was reluctant to dress himself,
preferring to sit with a towel wrapped around his middle until he cooled
off sufficiently. In the end he was left alone on the wooden bench, still
slightly damp and with a half hard cock nestling between his sweaty thighs
as he fantasised about more intimate encounters with the boys from the
rugby game. A slamming door suddenly broke his daydreams. Rupert looked up
to see Moses Minamara coming towards him.

"Come quickly. Dress yourself. We have free time now until afternoon prep."
Moses stood in front of Rupert whose eyes focused in immediately on the
well packed bulge in the African's trousers.

"I'm so hot. I can't stop sweating. We only play rugby in the winter at
home. This is a rather different climate........hang on give me a minute."

Rupert stood up and let the towel from his waist. Slowly and without
exerting himself he wiped his torso whilst facing Moses. Lifting his arms
he dabbed at the damp pits, throwing his body slightly forward in the
direction of his dorm mate. With legs spread apart he patted himself dry
around the groin before reaching behind himself to wipe the perspiration
out of the crack between his buttocks. It was at that moment that Moses
reached across and brushed his hand against the semi-erect cock, whose
gland was poking out of the retracting foreskin. "You've not dried up in
there yet!" Moses took hold of Rupert's cock, pushing the foreskin back as
he did so allowing the gland to spread and swell, unencumbered by its
protective sheath. "Look it's all shiny and wet, just like a boy's cock."
Rupert arched himself further in the direction of Moses who proceeded to
skin back the cock as far as he could, pushing the foreskin down the
shaft. "Look you can dry it all now." In a moment Rupert was as stiff and
hard as he had ever been. Remembering the night when Peter Obiamo had
skinned him back to the pubis, Rupert felt his cock throbbing. Moses had
his foreskin in a tight hold, painfully tight in fact, skinned back further
than he imagined possible.

Moses Minamara took hold of a corner of Rupert's towel and began to rub at
the tender pink skin, up and down, round and back again, pressing his thumb
through the fabric onto the shaft of the engorged penis. Keeping the skin
back at a tight stretch with one hand, and rubbing away with the towel with
the other, Moses rubbed at the tender pink flesh and the deep purple helmet
until Rupert began to cry out with both pleasure and pain.

When Moses paid attention to Rupert's little piss slit, dragging the rough
towelling over the hyper sensitive hole at the tip of his cock Rupert
instinctively dropped his end of the towel and clasped Moses around the
shoulders, holding on to his torturer, screaming for more. Moses
intensified his attentions and dragged inch after inch of the towel across
the widening piss slit. The miniature loops of cotton dug into the delicate
pink flesh sending waves of prickling pain through Rupert's cock and
groin. When Moses pulled the towelling back up in the opposite direction
only served to intensify the burning sensations which Rupert felt in his
helmet. Moses began to work on the delicate band of flesh linking cockhead
to shaft. Brushing it backwards and forwards with the towel he seemed as if
he would cause it to snap. Tightly stretched as it was, the fleshy bridge
threatened to snap, or at least felt as if it would.

With Rupert almost in tears and pleading for relief Moses at last dropped
the towel and let go of the taught skinned back cock. Slowly and
imperceptibly, Rupert's foreskin began to rise back up his swollen shaft
and come to rest in a single fold just below his helmet. His erection was
as hard as ever, but at least his cock, sore as it was now had some
appearance of normality rather than looking as if it were a skinned
sausage. Rupert sat down again on the bench, his cock pointing out at forty
five degrees towards Moses.

"Come on Rupert. Get dressed. We'll go for a walk and see the pavillon. You
know, you would be a lot better without that skin. Get the cut and you'll
be a new man!"

Still perspiring and now leaking pre-cum Rupert pulled on his uniform and
got ready at last to leave the changing rooms. The breeze outside had
cooled just a little and he began to feel more comfortable, apart from the
dampness which was spreading from the end of his now semi-tumescent
cock. Of its own accord his foreskin wrapped itself around his cockhead as
his erection went down. Rupert began to wonder if Peter and Moses were
right about getting circumcised. No more greasy foreskin, no more piss and
cum festering inside the cock sheath at moments like this.

Rupert and Moses wandered slowly through the school grounds talking about
the match they had just played and the games that were still to come before
the season ended. "You seemed to be rather excited down there when we were
in the tackle" remarked Moses, pointing down to Rupert's groin.

"It's only natural, my friend. Hand's all over you and the press of flesh
against flesh. Doesn't it happen to you when you are on the field? I think
half the team at King Edward's play with stiffies from start to finish!"

On the far side of the playing fields, beyond the cricket square was a
pristine white pavilion. It would have been at home anywhere in England and
looked somewhat incongruous out here on the edge of an African forest.

"Can we go and have a look over there?" Rupert asked. "It looks a bit
cooler than out here in the open." Moses led the way around the edge of the
playing fields and soon the two were in the shade of the pavilion. Rupert
admired the craftsmanship of the construction and closed his eyes to
imagine the school assembled to see him run a four on the pristine, mown
square. How he would love to see his new classmates, dressed in white,
cricket boxes emphasising the mightiness of their crotches as they ran back
and forth across the lawns. What a thrill it would be to see the likes of
Obiamo rubbing the red ball into the crease of their flannels leaving a
trace of colour to highlight the hidden manhood.

"Let's explore." Rupert was anxious to see what might be behind the
pavilion. Perhaps a workman's shed or lean-to, where he could be free to
initiate further intimacies with Moses. Out here on the front they were far
too exposed to anything more than talk. Sure enough, around the back of the
pavilion there was an open door into a storage area. Rupert pushed the door
wide open and looked around in the half light at the pieces of sports
equipment, gardening tools and odd and ends scattered around the
storeroom. Moses followed and stood close to Rupert as he looked around. So
close in fact that the warmth of his body sent a wave of sensual pleasure
through Rupert. An old garden bench with fraying cushions and fabrics gave
Rupert the chance he was looking for. "Come on over here, let's sit down
for a moment."

Thigh to thigh and shoulder to shoulder the two youths sat on the old
bench, its hard edges softened by fabrics. "May I?" asked Rupert as he put
his arm around the African's broad shoulders and slipped his right hand
into the warm groin beside him. Moses responded taking Rupert in his arm to
hold him tight. Sensing no resistance on Moses' part Rupert slipped a
finger into the fly zip of his friend's trousers and began to draw it down,
introducing his hand into the secret place. His fingers explored the
wonderfully thick organ and located the junction of cockhead and
shaft. Rupert ran his finger around the stiffening cock, delighting in its
size.

Pressing his cheek close to Moses he tentatively kissed the smooth skin of
the African's face, whispering his longings and desires. Taking his arm
from around Moses he started to undo the white shirt in order to caress the
large nipples which raised themselves like volcanic cones on the dark
chest. Moses responded and tweeked Rupert, whose small but sensitive
nipples had a direct line to his cock when it came to pain and pleasure. As
each gave and received pleasure their cocks grew upwards and outwards. By
instinct both began the work of undressing the other until their naked
torsos were fully available, one to the other.

For the first time since arriving in Kenya, Rupert was able to enjoy the
pleasures of naked embraces and explorations. His hands wandered over the
firm black muscles which Moses had developed through years of sport and
exercise. Moses himself was more aggressive in his play and pinched at
nipples, balls and foreskin whilst enjoying the tender strokes which Rupert
so enjoyed giving. Moses had deflated somewhat during the undressing and
for the moment seemed to be holding back on getting erect. Rupert, even in
the half light was able to appreciate the distinctive markings and textures
of the Kenyan cock which he now held in the palm of his hand. A perfect
match for Moses' stocky frame, the black cock was between three and four
inches at rest with smooth, jet black skin on the shaft up to the broad
scar of the cut above which the flesh was roughly textured and slightly
lighter in colour. Moses had a mushroom head which sat proudly atop the
shaft giving only a slight ridge, unlike the flaring helmet on Peter Obiamo
which extended hard and far beyond the circumference of the shaft.

"Tell me about the day you were cut" Rupert whispered in Moses' ear. "Did
you have to stand before the knife?" "Were you held in place while they
cut?" "Tell me."

While Moses explained how he had stood unsupported in front of the knife
and how in one sweep of the blade the skin of his boyhood skin had been
removed Rupert took the circumcised organ in his mouth and tongued his way
around the spot where flesh had been separated from flesh only three years
previously. When Moses explained how the circumciser had let the severed
flesh spring back down his shaft before pulling at it to stretch the wound
wide open, letting the blood flow freely to the ground, Rupert swallowed
the swelling organ whole taking the mushroom head deep into his throat.

As Moses told how he had had the wound healed with herbs and the whites of
chicken eggs he grasped at Rupert's hard cock with its tender head
exposed. Pulling at the foreskin once more he ripped it back towards
Rupert's ball sac and dug a finger nail into the sensitive pink
flesh. Withdrawing from Rupert's mouth and brushing his lengthy shaft
against Rupert's face he said softly, "You need to know what it is like for
us." Pushing and dragging his hard nail around Rupert's shaft Moses
simulated just a fraction of the pain which an initiate should
undergo. Rupert went into a dream at this point, hardly conscious of what
he was moaning. "You can make me bleed if you want to."....... "Make it
hurt"....... "I want it so bad"........Moses pulled up Rupert's foreskin
and repeated the torture on the outside of the shaft. His carefully
manicured nails pinched and dug at the white penis which was now throbbing
in his hand. "Please, I want to be like you"....... "Make me feel the
knife"........ "Cut me tight"....... Pulling back Rupert's tight foreskin
just a little to expose a little of the deep sulcus Moses ran his thumbnail
round the shaft and across the skin bridge at the back. "Slice
it"....... "Cut me"........ "Make me a man."

Moses was as excited as Rupert by this play acting, both needing relief
from the ache in their groins. Rupert was ready to offer himself as a
bottom to Moses, with or without further foreplay. Having already taken the
half hard cock into his throat he wanted the organ in its full majesty in
his chute. What was thick at half mast was now gigantic at full erection,
the shaft now swollen well beyond the circumference of the mushroom head.

Offering his buttocks to Moses and pulling apart his cheeks Rupert need
only to say "I want you" for Moses to begin pushing his blunt end against
the little rosebud of Rupert's arse. A searing fire spread through Rupert's
body when the outsize shaft had penetrated only an inch or two. It was as
if he was being split open from inside. Little by little Moses pushed
onwards and inwards stretching the English boy to his limit. Rupert was no
stranger to the thrills of buggery but this was the limit. Peter Obiamo had
been long and thick but Moses, though shorter in length seemed to be double
the size.

Kneeling and prostrate against the bench Rupert breathed deeply as his body
was invaded. Moses having initially held him by the waist, reached forward
to grasp Rupert by the flesh of his chest alternately pulling him closer
and pinching at his little nipples. The combination of pain and pleasure,
the heat and the stabs of excitement sent Rupert into a place he had never
been before. His mind fixed on the circumcised cock ploughing into him,
thinking of the same organ being bloodily modified in the open air and
wanting to feel the pain of Moses initiation had him dripping milky pre-cum
onto the edge of the bench beneath him.

By now Moses was into his rhythm and lunging in and out of Rupert's
chute. The hard cock pressed against his hidden gland and caused him to
leak all the more copiously. The burning pain around his ass hole as the
too thick black cock made its way in and out of his body intensified with
every stroke.

Moses was yet far from release. His organ, toughened up by circumcision,
was capable of inflicting a great deal more thrill and agony before
releasing its load. Withdrawing completely he pulled Rupert towards him and
turned him around so that for a few moments face to face they could embrace
and grind their swollen organs together. Each reached down to caress hard,
tight ball sacs, pressing fingers firmly into that space between scrotum
and anus.

Moses grabbed a couple of the cushions from the bench and pushed Rupert to
the ground to lay on his back. Lifting and stretching the pale white legs
to his shoulders he exposed the tender arse hole ready for a new
invasion. This time there was no slowness about the entry and with a fierce
plunge Moses drove himself into Rupert in one drive. Rupert screamed as the
gigantic tube of flesh penetrated his tender bowels. Moses clasped a hand
over the gaping mouth and silenced his partner who trembled from head to
foot as the thick black cock drove its way in and out of him.

Sensing that Rupert might be becoming accustomed to the enormity of his
organ, Moses lifted his hand from the boy's mouth to let him breathe deeply
and slowly in time with the pile driving he was subjecting Rupert to. At
length Rupert began to feel pleasure rather than pain and began to wank
himself, not in the fashion that Peter Obiamo had taught him but in the
familiar manner of drawing his foreskin up and down over his helmet, or at
least the half of it that the swollen head could accommodate. The pressure
upon his prostate caused him once more to begin to leak. Rupert's pleasure
intensified as once more Moses started to tweek at his pale nipples,
sending waves of electrical shocks down to his groin.

Rupert let go of his cock and took Moses' hand to place in on him to
continue the wank and bring him to relief. Whilst Moses plunged in and out
of him and simultaneously wanked the uncircumcised cock Rupert pinched at
the large, firm, black nipples of his lover. The sudden shocks that he sent
to Moses' groin were enough to start the beginning of the end. Moses jerked
and shook as his nipples sent messages to his groin. His thick cock felt as
if it were becoming even harder and tougher. A tingling began to stab at
him on the line of rough flesh which marked his circumcision. Driving
himself ever harder into the soft tissue of Rupert's bowels he felt himself
beginning to come. The ejaculation was fierce and Rupert became conscious
of his inner tube being flooded with man juice as the African boy shot his
thick load into him.

At the very moment of release, Moses increased the tightness of his grip
around the white uncircumcised cock in his hand, whipping the foreskin hard
and tight up and down Rupert's throbbing shaft. With one last pinch at the
pale nipples he brought the English boy to a shuddering ejaculation which
spat out onto Rupert's navel. Continuing to pull and push on the foreskin
Moses caused Rupert to cry out once more as his sensitive helmet was bathed
in cream. Even as the organ began to deflate, Moses continued to wank it so
that in a short time the velvety gland and silky foreskin were slippery
with cum both inside and out.

Moses remembered the days when he had been able to soak himself in man
juice and leave his lengthy foreskin and little black mushroom to absorb
the life giving juices, as they matured in the warmth of his boyish
organ. But he also thought ahead to the forthcoming half term holiday when
he would be going home to the village. This year he had a younger brother
and three cousins who would be facing the knife of the circumciser. Perhaps
young Rupert could join them in the ultimate test of manhood.

Should Rupert get the cut? Let me know. Reactions always welcome Jeremy.