Date: Sun, 12 Aug 2012 17:36:44 +0100 (BST)
From: Hasan Khan <hasancutkhan1987@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Kenyan Exchange Part 4

All institutions and characters in this story are fictional. All events
take place in a world of fantasy where illness and disease are unknown. Be
safe. Be careful.

"It was not the best experience of my life. I'll never forget those bony
fingers pulling at the foreskin and pushing it up and down to decide how
much to cut."

"Did you get a stiff when he was handling your penis?"

"Not at all. My thoughts were on the knife he had at his side. I kept
thinking how much is it going to burn. Everyone tells you it is like fire."

"At least I had some painkiller. The injections felt bad. It was like the
needles were going to go right through from top to bottom of my penis. They
stung really badly but then everything started to go cold."

"So you didn't feel the cut at all?"

"Not really. I knew something was being done when the doctor stretched the
skin and tightened it in the pincers. But when I saw him cut through it
there was nothing."

"You were lucky. It was like a red hot iron when the old man finally put
his knife to me. And it was worse when he stretched the cut skin down
afterwards. If my cousin had not been holding me I would have fallen to the
ground."

Rupert was at the urinal unobserved when he heard Peter and Moses talking
in the ante room of the showers about their circumcisions. Even as he tried
to piss his cock grew harder overhearing the two comparing their
experiences and the results.

"You see. That is what they do to stop the skin growing back up. You see
how thick the scar is. It's because he pulled the skin down the shaft to
spread the wound."

"Thank my father, I just had a couple of stitches on the big blood veins."

By know Rupert was leaking pre-cum rather than piss imagining the dark
skinned boys being cut: one in the village and one in a clinic. Having seen
both organs at close proximity on several occasions he knew well that Peter
had a much neater scar, not too far below his massive plum helmet whereas
Moses looked as if the skin had been ripped off him almost half way down
his shaft.

Having been at King George College for almost half a term now, Rupert had
become fully immersed in the sub-culture of east African circumcision
lore. To wander around the school and admire the prominent bulges of so
many young men imagining what lay concealed in those uniform trousers had
become a daily obsession. When invited to spend the coming half term break
with the family of Moses Minamara he had not hesitated to accept. Moses'
family had a substantial house on the edge of a village, a villa surrounded
by walls and gardens, quite unlike the traditional huts of their
compatriots. Best of all, Moses had promised that he would be able to
witness the initiation of his young brother, Adam and three cousins who had
all recently passed their fourteenth birthdays.

There were still a few rugby matches to enjoy before the season ended. It
was during the penultimate game that Rupert suffered what seemed to be a
serious injury, the result of a badly executed lunge to grab the ball from
an opponent. His right leg was pulled away from him by powerful hands
locked around his thighs. The searing pain which shot up into his groin,
left him prostrate on the field, unable to rise. With team mates holding
him up on either side he eventually was able to hobble over to the edge of
the pitch, from where in considerable pain he watched the remainder of the
half. When at half time it was evident that he could not walk with stabbing
pains shooting through his groin and scrotum the sports master ordered two
team mates to help Rupert walk over to the school and find Takiri, the
school nurse.

Laid out on the treatment couch in Takiri's office Rupert was
helpless. Every movement of his right leg caused agonising pains to shoot
through his groin. The tall male nurse had first of all to slide down the
rugby shorts only to find that Rupert was wearing boxer briefs
underneath. Takiri ran his hands over Rupert's upper thigh, tracing the
lines of muscle to the edge of the briefs. "The pain is here, high or
lower?"

"No, it's right up at the top inside." Rupert pointed to the crease of his
groin hidden by the tight black material.

Takiri had no option but to remove the boxer briefs. With one strong arm he
again lifted Rupert a few inches from the couch whilst with the other he
eased the elasticated band down from Ruperts hips and little by little
pulled the briefs of the pale white body beneath him. The warm touch of
Takiris hand below his buttocks and thighs caused Rupert's cock to swell
ever so slightly, enough to make his helmet stretch his foreskin from the
inside and poke its head beyond the fringe of skin.

Having stripped Rupert from the waist Takiri was able to get to the inside
of Rupert's thigh and locate the strained muscle with ease. As he examined
the boy his hands brushed against both scrotum and penis, gradually
provoking further swelling of the teenage cock. By the time Takiri began to
massage the wounded area with warming muscle relaxant Rupert was almost at
full erection, his cock head now three quarters bare, his foreskin visibly
retracting as he grew. The warmth of the massage, expertly performed by
Takiri nevertheless brought an end to the deep pain which Rupert had been
suffering for the last half hour.

"You like to be treated here? You are big boy. It is time you had something
done to that skin. You have not had the cut. It would look better for
you. I think you like man's hand on you."

Takiri took hold of the solidly erect penis with the hand he had used to
massage Rupert's groin. The strong grip of his fist around the penis was as
nothing compared to the wave of prickling warmth which built up through
Rupert's penis as the massage heat cream began to penetrate his shaft
skin. Takiri held the penis firmly.

"You like the heat. It will burn you soon."

Takiri began to wank Rupert's cock, working the foreskin up and down to
almost cover the gland. In a few moments Rupert felt as if his cock was on
fire all the way from the stinging piss slit down to his burning groin.

"You should feel the heat deep inside you, young muzungu." Takiri pumped
the by now red hot cock until drops of milky fluid began to ouze out of
Rupert's piss slit. If Takiri had slit the swollen lips with a razor, the
pain and pleasure could not have been more intense.

"You like? You want to feel more?" Takiri squeezed a dab of the massage
cream on to his palm and rubbed it vigorously onto Rupert's already burning
shaft. Applying his grip tightly Takiri wanked Rupert's cock to the point
where the heat penetrated to the innermost part of the organ. Rupert began
to cry out in agony begging for release from this torture. His whole cock
felt as if it were in a flaming furnace being burnt from inside and out.

"Every boy should feel the fire of the knife. You think what it is like for
your friends when they stand before the knife. This will make you
understand us. You tell me when you want. I cut you good."

Rupert had tears in his eyes from the exquisite pain which had now engulfed
the whole of his groin. His cock was ready to explode, swollen to its
greatest extent and burning now in every place. His helmet felt as if it
were double its normal size. He could not work out where the fire sensation
was worst, on the outside of his shaft or on the tender inside of his
foreskin. "Please stop it, make it cold. Freeze me. Do something."

Takiri rubbed all the harder and then began to squeeze at Ruperts
balls. The tender skin of the scrotum had no resistance to the massage
cream. Rupert yelled and jerked his hips off the table as fire shot through
his ball sac. Taking each walnut sized testicle in turn Takiri rolled the
teenage between his very greasy fingers allowing the cream plenty of time
to penetrate the delicate shaved skin.

Rupert could take the torture no longer. Salty tears now flowed freely from
his reddened eyes. As if the original pain of the groin strain had not been
enough he was now burning throughout his groin. Takiri taunted him all the
more. "A man does not cry before the knife. A man holds firm when his boy
skin is cut. A man wants to feel that special pain."

Taking hold of Rupert's stiff but pained penis once more Takiri started to
wank it determinedly. Pulling the foreskin up and down as far as it would
go in each direction he sent waves of pain and pleasure through not only
the organ but Rupert's whole trembling body. After several minutes the
African nurse could feel the penis beginning to throb in his hand. Takiri
knew that the moment had come. Rupert closed his eyes as he felt his juices
beginning to pump themselves through his groin. In an instant his cock shot
out its load, a great thick cord of juice landing on his navel. Takiri
continued to pump, getting his own hand all the more greasy with the
residual drops, some of which found their way into the fold of skin which
now covered the helmet more easily as Rupert's erection started to deflate.

Takiri cleaned up Rupert wiping him with a cloth soaked in cold
water. Paying attention to wipe out all remaining traces of boy juices from
under the foreskin he renewed his offer to remedy Rupert's adolescent
defect. Takiri, rubbed some more heat massage cream into Rupert's groin
though this time without provoking the slightest hint of an erection and
having helped him to dress sent him off with a tube of the ointment with
instructions to use it morning, noon and evening on until he felt
comfortable walking and stretching..........

Three weeks later and fully recovered from the rugby injury, Rupert Malroy
found himself being driven up through the central highlands of
Kenya. Moses' father had sent a comfortable car to collect his son and his
guest from King George on the Friday afternoon at the end of the first
half-term of school. Heading north out of Nairobi they were soon in tourist
country and passing through town and villages which would have been
familiar to Rupert's great uncle in his days as a colonial District
Officer. With the Aberdare Mountains to the west and Mount Kenya to the
east, this was the land of "Happy Valley", the playground of aristocratic
settlers and hunters back in colonial days. Rupert could imagine Uncle
Percy riding from village to village on horseback, perhaps calling in from
time to time on for refreshment in one of the large houses which could
still be seen in the distance.

The snow and the glaciers of Mount Kenya glistened in the sun. How odd to
be almost on the equator and look upon a scene which would not be out of
place in Austria or Switzerland: the brilliant whiteness of snow and ice up
beyond the lush vegetation, home to giraffe, antelope and zebra. The place
was truly magical. From time to time in the thinly populated countryside,
Rupert caught sight of villagers dressed sometimes in cast off western
style clothing and the further north and east they went, dressed in very
little more than cloth wraps.

Having passed Meru they were nearly at their destination and it was here
that for the first time Rupert, wide eyed, spotted a group of boys running
naked alongside the road, singing and dancing as they went, little and not
so little penises bobbing up and down as they ran and jumped in the heat of
the day. Moses explained, "They are the new initiates. They are celebrating
that in a few days they will be cut. They are going from village to village
to announce themselves and be congratulated for their bravery in being
ready to face the knife."

"Did you do that?"

"Oh yes. For four days. People give you food and beer and sometimes even
give you to smoke special herbs which make you very excited to be facing
the knife. Some boys are almost drunk by the time they get to be cut. They
don't realise what's happening till it pains and they see the blood!"

In a short while the car turned off the main road and followed a track
which took Rupert and Moses through several small villages, all neatly
arranged with huts and some brick buildings. Most of the habitations were
surrounded by little vegetable gardens, banana plants and fruit trees. On
both sides of the track goats, sheep and cows were kept in small corrals,
fenced in by woven branches. At last the car turned off again to another
track which led to Moses' family compound, virtually an estate in
comparison to the little houses and their vegetable patches.

Through the open gate, set into a creeper covered wall, the car slowed down
as it crunched its way along the gravel drive towards the villa. Moses'
father, a traditional chief in his tribe had invested wisely in agriculture
and been able to build for him and his family a house which would not have
been out of place in the suburbs of Nairobi itself. Deep all year round
wells and a powerful generator made up for the lack of public utility
supplies in the area. Rupert was immediately struck by the contrast between
the modernity and comfort of his new surroundings and the fact that in a
few days four teenagers would be standing in this very garden or close by
to have their foreskins cut off by a traditional circumciser. Why would a
father who could build a villa like this not send his boy to a city
hospital or clinic for the operation?

The weekend passed very quickly for Rupert: bicycle rides along rough
tracks from one village to another, meals of fresh fruit from the abundant
trees growing in the area, fresh roasted goat meat and succulent mutton
stews and the warmth of the afternoon sun to dry off his body after
swimming in the fresh hillside streams and rivers of the district. Of
Moses' father he saw very little. Chief Minamara spent most of the weekend
sitting under a shelter in the garden talking with relatives and clan
leaders, no doubt much concerned with the forthcoming festivities.

Away from the dormitory of Windsor House Rupert was delighted to have Moses
to himself in the bedroom. The family had thoughtfully put a second bed
into Moses' room. In the event it was hardly used, at least for the first
few days. Friday, Saturday and Sunday night the two youths were sandwiched
together in Moses' bed in an orgy of mutual wanking and serious fucking,
the comfort of a bed being so much an improvement on the floor of the
cricket pavilion, a clearing in the woods or the cubicles in the basement
of the school library. By Sunday night Rupert's little arse bud had been
forced open more often than he could ever have hoped for. His bowels had
been stretched to almost breaking point and he had loved every minute of
it.

But the traditional taboos still held firm for Moses. Rupert, for all his
energy, sensuousness and skill in the arts of pleasure was but a boy, an
uncut boy, whose foreskinned penis did not have the right of entry into his
own manly body which had been tested and proved by the knife of the
circumciser.

In the early hours of Monday morning before the sun had even risen, the
household was awakened by the noise of young men chanting, singing and
shouting near to the house. Moses' brother Adam and his three cousins had
arrived from their tour of the villages accompanied by a crowd of
supporters. Moses hurried Rupert to get out of bed and get dressed so that
they could join the festivities below. Out in the garden Adam and his three
companions were jumping and dancing as naked as the day they were
born. Around them the crowd cheered and whooped as the boys wriggled their
thin hips and thrust their genitals forward to the amusement of the
spectators.

After a while one of the older men in the crowd ushered the group away
towards the back of the house and down to a stream which ran behind the
property. One by one the group of four walked into the chilly waters and
sat down, legs apart on the sandy bed. Adam soon looked to be frozen by the
hill stream which flowed around his hips, submerging his genitals in the
icy flow. His shoulders quivered in the cool morning breeze and despite
whatever he had drunk or smoked it was plain on his face that he was
approaching the moment of no return in the rituals of leaving boyhood
behind him.

For almost an hour the initiates were left to freeze their groins and
genitals in the stream, whilst all the time a group of supporters continued
to sing at shout songs and words or encouragement. At length an elder,
though relatively young, perhaps in his thirties, called to the boys to get
out of the water and follow him, this time in silence. The crowd quietened
and the procession made its way to one of the lawns at the side of the
house. Already seated on a low stool with yet another crowd behind him was
the man who would shortly turn Adam and his cousins into men.

With a "ring side" place next to Moses and Chief Minamara Rupert could see
on a charcoal fire, a pot of boiling water and the ivory handles of knifes
poking out. Without ceremony or delay the man who had called the boys from
the stream pushed Adam towards the circumciser. The old man, in fact he
looked quite ancient, leaned forward and took hold of Adam's penis with
both hands and pushed back the foreskin, pulling and fingering at it as he
did so. Eventually he skinned the boy back to the furthest extent. Pulling
it forward he then stretched the foreskin as far as he could until it was
almost paper thin, the head of the organ clearly visible through the
prepuce. Gripping the end of the foreskin tightly between the finger and
thumb of his left hand he withdrew one of the red hot knives from the pot
beside him and in an instant sliced through the taught foreskin.

Adam stood motionless and his face remained expressionless as the bloody
remainder of his skin slipped down of its own accord back behind his
pinkish-brown gland. A cheer erupted from the crowd as the circumciser held
up for all to see, a ring of brown flesh, wrinkled at one end and raw
fleshy pink at the other. Rupert, by now quite erect inside his shorts,
remembered the overheard conversation between Moses and Peter. With all his
heart he hoped and prayed that Adam would not cry out during the next part
of the operation. He need not have worried. Adam continued to face the
circumciser stoically as the old man pushed and pulled the raw skin far
down the shaft. Adam remained rigid even when the old man spotted a tiny
tag of skin in the underside of the penis and in one swift sweep of the
blade excised it. The operation had taken less than a minute and now the
circumciser's assistant was pouring egg white, fresh from the shell onto
the bloody wound.

 Having sprinkled dried medicinal herbs and wrapped a loose cloth bandage
over the site he led Adam to the side and laid him down on the lawn.

Rupert though not exactly open mouthed in amazement at what he had just
witnessed was nonetheless in awe and stupefaction to see that Adam had
without a twitch or a tear submitted to his initiation. The sight of the
old man so skilfully denuding the youthful penis of its foreskin had
brought him in seconds to one of the strongest erections possible. When the
second boy was put in front of the circumciser Rupert looked on with ever
greater fascination. Adam's first cousin and fellow initiate had, of the
four boys by far the longest, thickest penis, mature already beyond his
fourteen years. The circumciser seemed to take longer this time in pulling
back and evaluating the length of the foreskin. When he at last pulled it
into the forward position for the cut it seemed as if he was using every
last ounce of strength to stretch the skin towards him. Yet, the boy stood
rigid and showed not one sign of fear or pain as the knife sliced across
the end of his

 penis. It was at this moment that Rupert shuddered, his stiff cock pumping
out wave after wave of boy juice.

Unable to leave Rupert edged up even closer to Moses, the dampness
spreading in his groin whilst the newly circumcised boy was bandaged and
led away. Whispering into Moses' ear he pleaded "I want the cut. I need the
cut. Tell him I've got to have the cut." Moses pretended to ignore Rupert
for a moment before replying, "Wait. Wait till the end. I will ask my
father."

Uncomfortably damp and greasy in his underwear Rupert continued to stare as
the remaining two boys were circumcised. When the final candidate had been
laid out on the lawn next to his companions the crowd began to sing and
dance, moving as one towards form several circles around the dazed
initiates who were by now beginning to feel the full effects of the knife
upon their tender genitals.

Moses approached his father and tugged at his arm, indicating that there
was something important to request even though the chief should by now be
standing by his second son and congratulating him on his bravery. Chief
Minamara was taken aback by the very unusual demand being made on behalf of
his son's guest. Looking from a distance Moses could see heads nodding and
then shaking as his friend's father and the circumciser debated the
question.

After what seemed like an eternity of discussion the circumciser's
assistant and Moses came over towards Rupert. The assistant tersely
announced "It may be done. Come with me."

Leading Rupert to the stream behind the house, Wafula, the assistant
ordered Rupert to strip. A t-shirt and a pair of football shorts and briefs
were soon disposed off and Rupert without being asked sat himself in the
icy water. His cock shrank to childlike proportions within seconds of
contact with the water. His ballsac scrunched itself up into his groin as
his testicles shrivelled. Whilst the assistant was looking elsewhere Rupert
skinned back his miniature penis and washed away the remains of his recent
ejaculation and then quickly pulled the skin forward before the cold water
froze his helmet solid.

Giving Rupert much less time to be chilled than he had given Adam and his
companions, Wafula after twenty minutes or so signalled to Rupert to get up
and follow him. Arriving back at the initiation site Rupert found only
Moses and his closest male relatives, a dozen or so men and boys. The
initiates and their supporters had been dispersed around the property and
were now engaged in consuming vast quantities of beer and roasted ox.

Wafula held Rupert by the arm as he led him to the old man with the
knives. Instead of letting him go, Wafula stood behind Rupert and gripped
him tightly by the shoulders and chest wrapping him in a tight
grasp. Rupert breathed deeply as the circumciser manipulated his still
frozen penis but felt little discomfort as his foreskin was stretched to
what seemed like an almost impossible length ahead of him. It was only when
the knife cut through his skin that Rupert felt as if he had received a
high voltage electrical shot. His body tensed and then quivered in Wafula's
clenched arms. Looking down he watched the bloody remains of his foreskin
slip backwards and come to rest just below his helmet. Stunned by the wave
of pain which swept through his body, Rupert was deaf to the cheers of the
little crowd when the circumciser held up the piece of pale flesh. Closing
his eyes and gritting his teeth he clenched his fists the moment that the
old man stretched

 the wound, pushing the red hot skin down his shaft before letting it
spring up again to a natural resting place.

Rupert felt his legs going weak beneath him as he tried desperately not to
cry out in reaction to the pain that was spreading through his groin. It
was only when the assistant's assistant began to pour fresh egg white over
the wound that he began to feel some slight relief. Whatever the
ingredients of the herbal poultice were, they had an almost magical effect,
at least temporarily.  Once the bandage had been applied Moses stepped
forward to congratulate his school friend, taking him by the shoulders and
giving him three traditional African style cheek to cheek embraces.  "I
knew you could do it. I knew you would in the end."

Instead of being laid out on the lawn to recover from his ordeal Rupert was
helped into the house and put onto the bed in his shared room. With
promises to return as soon as he could, Moses slipped him a couple of adult
strength pain killers before going off to join the families' beer and ox
feast. Closing his eyes, Rupert drifted into a half sleep, conscious though
of the dull ache and occasional stings in his groin. His penis felt heavy
and strange, slumped between his legs to the side of his scrotum. From time
to time it was as if he could feel blood oozing from the wound followed by
a tightening and then loosening of the wounded flesh. Eventually he drifted
off into a deep sleep, exhausted both mentally and physically by his
ordeal.

For the rest of the day Rupert dozed on and off, his sleep interrupted only
by Moses bringing pieces of roasted meat, glasses of native beer and more
painkillers. The following day he woke with a serious ache in his groin and
when he stood up was aware that his penis was heavy and swollen. Shortly
after day break, Wafula, the circumciser's assistant arrived. Moses, on his
instruction ran a tepid bath. Rupert was helped from his bed through into
the bathroom and into the tub by his friend. The water around his groin
began to turn pink as the bandage soaked and loosened itself. Wafula
reached into the tub and slowly began to unwind the sodden cloth from
Rupert's penis. When the innermost layer was pulled away from the wounded
flesh Rupert felt as if his penis was being pricked by a thousand needles
but to his and Wafula's relief, the wound held firm. Once out and sitting
on the edge of the bathtub Rupert could look down and see clearly the
result of

 his "operation", a ring of tender cut flesh which encircled his penis a
quarter of an inch below his glans. Wafula patted the wound dry pleased to
see only a couple of spots where the wound oozed a watery pink fluid. He
sprinkled an antiseptic powder liberally onto the site of the cut and
wrapped the organ, this time using a proper gauze bandage............

When the time arrived for Moses and Rupert to return to Nairobi the
following Sunday afternoon Wafula, Chief Minamara and Moses had a final
viewing of the muzungu boy's circumcision wound. The scarring was declared
to be satisfactory and though even the hint of an erection was enough to
provoke stabbing pains in Rupert's groin, Rupert was declared fit to travel
and firmly instructed to "not touch himself down there" for the next four
weeks.

During the next month Rupert had constant companions for his morning
shower. Indeed, by the end of the week every single boy in Windsor House
had made it his business to get into the shower room and see the results of
the white boy's tribal adventure. Little by little as the weeks went by,
Rupert' penis began to take on an appearance of circumcised normality. The
flesh around the wound toughened and its colour started to blend in with
his shaft. The ring of scar tissue started to transform itself from a deep
red to a nut brown colour and by the end of the month Rupert was satisfied
that soon enough he would be able to put his new organ to use.

At long last the day arrived when Moses invited Rupert to walk with him
after afternoon classes and take a stroll to the cricket pavilion. In the
semi darkness of the old storeroom hands gripped at uniforms and in moments
black flesh was pressing against white. Moses knelt on all fours while
Rupert licked and lubricated the dark entrance to Moses' body. The flicker
of Rupert's tongue caused the black asshole to quiver and open its inner
pink lips ready to receive Rupert's fully healed and rampant circumcised
cock. After what amounted to more than a month of abstinence, Rupert was on
a hair trigger of excitement. He pushed himself between the firm black
cheeks and into the tightly muscled hole. The clenching of flesh around his
helmet was nothing to the grip on his shaft when Moses very deliberately
pushed his with his whole might against the invading pole. As the chute
clenched around the site of the circumcision Rupert began to scream and
shout.

 Pulling himself in and out just a fraction he wanted to feel the extremes
of pleasure in his shaft as the once bloody spot was massaged by the tight
black arse muscles.

Moving deeper into Moses' bowels Rupert felt the warmth of the black boy's
body envelope his whole cock. Thrusting inwards he slammed his ball sac
into the wedge of Moses' buttocks and began to pump away in and
out. Reaching round he caught hold of Moses' heavy dick and began to wank
it to its full eight inches of stiffness. Letting go for a moment he
pinched hard at the solid nipples, raised up from Moses' muscular
chest. Bucking himself in and out of the kneeling body Rupert soon enough
felt the throbbing in his groin which announced an imminent ejaculation.

Remembering once more the moment when his foreskin had been sliced and the
pain which had shot through his whole body Rupert dug his finger nails deep
into Moses' tender nipples. Both cried out in pleasure and pain as Rupert's
pent up juices flooded into the African's bowels. Leaving the nipples to
recover from their torture, Rupert grasped Moses' erection and wanked it
hard and fast, pulling on the swollen organ with his might. Still dripping
cum from his very tender helmet Rupert withdrew and positioned Moses so as
to take the heavy black cock between his lips. Alternatively pinching at
Moses thick dark circumcision scar and stabbing at the mushroom head with
his tongue Rupert quickly brought his roommate to a shuddering
climax. Anxious to have the rich African cream within him, Rupert continued
to suck on the swollen cock until it had discharged its last drop.

..............................

The Kenyan exchange term was over too soon and only a few weeks later
Rupert was back on a British Air flight to London Heathrow, leaving the sun
and the savannah of Africa behind him. In his third term in Lower VI at
King Edward College Rupert was soon the object of intense interest and
speculation as word spread from the dormitory, bathrooms, toilets and
changing rooms about his new status as a roundhead amidst
cavaliers. Shortly after the end of the school year Simon Butler and Rupert
both took part in a Highdown Preparatory school reunion. Travelling
together back to their home counties prep school they debated who might or
might not be there this year. Attendance was always variable, though it was
almost certain that Mr. Snowden, would be there to welcome them. Simon of
course, would never be able to forget the handsome games master who had
held his hand tight during the circumcision performed by the school doctor
in the cold sanatorium treatment

 room. Little did he know how the teacher himself had soon been relieved of
his foreskin by the same doctor.

Rupert was delighted to see that this year his old friend Ajubu had finally
managed to make the reunion. This was one boy who had excited his passions
from the moment they had met at the age of eight at the small private
school. The Nigerian was now almost six feet tall and looking as handsome
as an African prince. Dressed smartly, with understated elegance and
expense, Ajubu filled his cream coloured chinos magnificently, just as had
the VI Form boys of King Edward's, Nairobi. After the refreshments and
drinks had been consumed Rupert made it his business to get Ajubu alone and
go off for a walk into the school woods where so often in the past they had
enjoyed the pleasures of growing boyhood. After the obligatory exchanges of
pleasantries about schools, A levels and families Rupert announced,
"There's something I want to tell you."

Shaded by the trees from the glare of the summer sun, Rupert and Ajubu sat
down on the tinder dry ground in a spot where they had once explored each
other's adolescent cocks. "You won't believe this but I've just spent a
term in Kenya..........." Ajubu, who had been clinically circumcised a few
days after his birth in a Lagos hospital, listened opened eyed and open
mouthed in astonishment as Rupert recounted his experience of "the cut" at
the hands of a traditional circumciser in an African village.

"You remember how you used to play with my foreskin when we were
younger. Well, imagine what it looks like now." With that, Rupert unzipped
himself and proudly fished out his penis. "Go on, feel it, touch it where I
got the cut."

Ajubu reached over, intrigued by the sight of the obviously recently
circumcised shaft He ran a finger around the darkening scar. Wrapping his
hand around the now swelling cock he gently ran his fist up and down,
remembering the suppleness of the foreskin which he had so often played
with in this very spot. Rupert reached over to get hold of the jet black
cock which he knew would be growing underneath Ajubu's stylish pants. It
had been three years since the two had seen each other. At seventeen, Ajubu
had grown to the fullness of African manhood. Rupert gasped as he pulled
out the enormous length of black flesh, crowned with a gigantic plum shaped
head. His hand could hardly hold the thickness in his grasp, so much had
Ajubu's penis grown in the intervening years since their days at Highdown
Preparatory.

Rupert moved to kneel and take the Nigerian between his lips. His jaw ached
to swallow the granite like helmet and solid black shaft. At eight to nine
inches Ajubu was as long and thick as any of the boys Rupert had recently
serviced in Kenya. Insatiable to have his chute ploughed once more by a
dark skinned African, Rupert paused to lower his pants. He lowered himself
onto the massive penis, pushing himself downwards so that the hard purple
black glans would prize open his anal bud. Remembering the pains and
pleasures of being forced open, of being stretched from the inside of his
body by Peter Obiamo and Moses Minamara, Rupert gave himself over to the
delight of having his body invaded by the great black organ which had so
fascinated him since the day he had looked upon it and held it in his
little white hand.........

The End

If you want to know more about life at Highdown Preparatory go to Nifty
Adult Youth, "Cavaliers and Roundheads" directory, March 29 2012.