Date: Fri, 13 Apr 2012 21:34:10 +0100 (BST)
From: Hasan Khan <hasancutkhan1987@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Black Mukanda

Illunga and his cousin Malunda splashed about in the river, cooling and
refreshing themselves after a hard day under the fierce African sun,
weeding, tilling and watering their families' vegetable plots: rows of
cassava, peanuts, little green aubergines, peppers and onions. Their
village, Katenge, was one of the hundreds of isolated settlements on the
bush savannah plateau in the centre of Africa. The nearest town of any size
was over one hundred miles away, a decayed old mining centre. There was
nothing that could be called a city for over two hundred miles in any
direction.

The two teenagers romped about playfully, pushing and pulling each other by
the arms and legs into the sparkling water. Teasing each other, grabbing
cocks and balls they laughed and yelled under the clear blue sky. Illunga
squeezed his cousin's ball sack and made to pound the round eggs which had
grown so large during the last few years. Malunda responded by grabbing
Illunga's dick and pulling the foreskin back under the water as if he was
going to start giving him an aquatic wank. Their playfulness was just fun,
at that moment neither thought of anything more than touching and
squeezing. Eventually tumbling apart, they jumped up and down in the cool
water of the river.

At last they left the water and lay down on the grassy river bank, their
naked bodies glistening and drying in the sunlight. Dark brown rather than
black, the boys' physiques were not dissimilar despite a difference of
twelve months in age. Illunga at seventeen was almost five feet six and
slightly muscular from regular work in the fields. His waist was slim, his
abdomen flat and tight. Malunda, a year younger was about the same height
but already his shoulders were broader and his thighs thicker. Both
teenagers shared the same facial features, the wide nose, the thick
protruding lips, perfectly rounded cheekbones and small delicate ears.
Smiling, their brilliant white teeth would almost glisten, even in the
dark.

Illunga and Malunda with their eyes closed to the still harsh sun, relaxed
after the day's work and let the warm breeze dry blow over them. Each had
his legs splayed ever so slightly, allowing their heavy dark genitals to
fall between their legs. There was little difference between the two boys:
both had almost five thick inches of flaccid cock, each with a generous
overhang of foreskin covering solid plum shaped helmets. Both had a thin
wiry bush of hair above the genitals. The differences were in the details,
Malunda having the largest balls in a great sack of skin and Illunga a
somewhat more tapered foreskin compared to his cousin's open tube of flesh.

As the sun began to fall in the sky the boys realised that it would soon be
time to make their way back to the village. The vegetable plots were about
a mile away from the untidy collection of huts and cabins that made up
Kitenge. Still, it was not yet dusk and the air was still warm. Illunga
stretched out his arm to cusp Malunda's love nuts and roll them between his
long fingers. In a moment his cousin's dick began to rise and the foreskin
stretched open to reveal the tip of the dark crown within. Responding,
Malunda shifted on his side reaching over towards his cousin's dick,
pocking a finger into the narrow opening of the foreskin, working his way
in to rub at the hard helmet and tease the wide piss slit with his
fingertip.

Illunga moved up from the balls of his cousin and began to pull back the
rubbery foreskin to reveal the deep purple crown of Malunda's cock. The two
boys slowly wanked each other's foreskins up and down the thick shafts. The
cocks grew stronger and longer very soon so hard and stiff that the
foreskins when drawn up would cover no more than half the massive
cockheads. Illunga was stiff to almost eight inches of hard cock, Malunda a
little less but certainly over seven solid inches. Languidly and then
rhythmically they wanked the foreskins up and down, each desirous to please
the other and both waiting expectantly for that moment of no return when
creamy white love juice would spurt onto the dark navels. They did not have
to wait long and a groan from Malunda signalled the start of an eruption
which continued as Illunga wanked the now greasy, slippery foreskin up and
down over Malunda's throbbing helmet, catching one spurt in the foreskin
before letting another shoot upwards. Malunda intensified the pressure on
his cousin's dick and in a moment Illunga too began to spray out his white
cream.

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

On the edge of the forest, about four miles upstream from Kitenge, two
young men had almost finished with their work. For a week now, Kasongo and
his brother, Katumba, had been building two small cabins, clearing a grove
among the wild palms and bananas, beating out sheets of bark, gathering
wood, bamboo, wild plants and a leaves from a number of different trees.
Two large antelopes had been trapped and killed, smoked and wrapped in up
in banana leaves held together by raffia cord.  They had scraped out lumps
of white clay and kaolin from the river bank and sealed it in calabasses
mixed with water from the river.

Before the sun went down they must set off for Kitenge where their father
would by now be waiting for them. Kasongo and Katunga set off at quick
pace, leaving their encampment behind them. The savannah was beginning to
dry up and as the sun went down the air cooled quickly. The light of a half
moon lighted their path to the village and even before they were in sight
of it they could hear the singing and laughter of what was a village feast
in progress, surely to celebrate the arrival of their father, Katula. The
pathway twisted and turned around small hillocks, anthills and clumps of
bush, the dry soil crunching beneath their feet. Soon enough they caught
sight of oil lamps and fires lighting the darkness, causing shadows to fall
upon the white-grey walls of the adobe huts.

In the central area of the village, the place of discussions and
arbitrations, children's games and communal festivities they saw their
father seated on a low stool and surrounded by relatives, young and old
seated on the ground. A single wide branched flame tree in the middle of
the place provided a natural canopy under which the elder held court. On
either side of Katula were his nephews, Illunga and Malunda, sitting
upright as if they were also guests of honour.

Kasongo and Katunga were loudly cheered as they entered the assembly and
took their places next to their young cousins. Maize beer was offered to
the five of them by Illunga's mother and Malunda's elder sister. They drank
in gulps and quickly drained the tin goblets. Illunga and Malunda had not
seen their elder cousins in many years and had only the dimmest memory of
their respective mother's elder brother, Katula who had moved away from the
village many years previously. The four cousins enquired about distant
relatives and friends, some of whom were only names to the teenagers.
Kasongo and Katunga told them a little about life in another village and
the town which had once been an important settlement in colonial days. At
twenty- four and twenty-six, Kasongo and Katunga had seen something of the
big world beyond the bush, but nonetheless were still countrymen in heart
and mind.

The women of the clan appeared again bringing platers of roasted goat and
mutton, grilled cassava and corn cobs, steaming bowls of vegetables and
maize porridge. "Uncle" Katula as guest of honour was served a whole meal
before the four cousins were plied with food. After they had been given a
whole calabasse of palm wine, the remainder of the assembly was invited to
serve itself. Maize beer, palm wine and the noise of tam tams and singing,
the screams and laughter of numerous children made the event into a perfect
celebration of joy and welcome for Katula, Kasongo and Katunga. Illunga and
Malunda felt themselves honoured to be seated so close to their senior
maternal uncle and his sons.

After an hour or so and as if by some pre-arranged signal, every woman and
child began to leave the public space and return to the huts and cabins of
the village leaving only the menfolk who now gathered closely around the
central party made up of Katula, his sons and two nephews.

"Men of the clan of Sanga" began Katula, "our chief, Kalundulungu has
accepted that my two nephews, Illunga and Malunda should become candidates
for mukanda, to be completed at the next full moon. Sanga men, you remember
well the day you became men and left your childhood behind you. Tonight we
celebrate for Illunga and Malunda who will soon learn the great secrets of
our tribe. I am honoured that our chief has appointed my own sons to be
their guides and sponsors for mukanda. Tomorrow, at sunrise they will leave
for the camp and at the full moon I shall go to join them for the great
ceremony."

Illunga and Malunda were told to rise and without warning their uncle
poured over their heads a stream of maize beer which quickly soaked their
scanty shirts and cut off trousers, dripping onto their feet as it did
so. "Tonight is the last night that you will sleep in the houses of your
mothers. In the morning when the cocks crow, be ready to go away with your
cousins," instructed Katula. "Be brave and fear nothing. You will return to
the village as men of the clan of Sanga and take your places in the ranks
of our clan."

Completely ignorant and mystified but somewhat excited by the little speech
that their uncle had just made the two teenagers were escorted to their
respective house huts by men from the village. Today they had been just two
boys working in the bush. Tonight they were being treated like princes.
They hardly had a moment to say goodnight when they were separated, each in
his mother's dwelling place. Without anything else to distract them, each
of the boys found his sleeping place beside younger brothers and with the
effects of the maize beer and palm wine well advanced drifted off to sleep,
dreaming of the meeting with uncle and cousins but most of all the cock and
ball fun they had enjoyed only a few hours before.

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

Before dawn broke the four cousins were en route to the mukanda encampment.
Each carried sack containing further supplies of food and oil, salt and
candles. Little was said in the cool half light as dawn broke over the
savannah, Kasongo and Katula avoiding all questions about what the stay in
the bush would entail. By the time the youths and men reached their new
temporary home the sun was rising in the sky spreading its warmth over all
beneath. Kasongo, as they approached the first of the huts instructed
Illunga and Malunda to enter. "When inside you must remove your clothing
and you sit on the banana leaves which you find on the floor."

The two youths cautiously entered the cabin. Thin poles of wood which had
been sunk into the ground to form the frame of the wall which was woven
with thinner branches and thatch. The circular construction had a low roof
of thatch held up by a centrally placed slim tree trunk. The floor was
dirt, though it bore the scorch marks where the thin covering of grass had
been recently burned, leaving a musty, smoky smell. Perplexed by the
command that Kasongo had given, but realising that they were in the hands
of their "elders", the two stripped in the half light of the cabin and sat
awkwardly, each on his mat of wild banana leaves.

After what seemed to be an everlasting wait, Kasongo's voice was heard at
the narrow entrance to the cabin. "Illunga, come out." The youth nervously
got to his feet and crouched as he made his way out, naked as no adult had
seen him for many years. Standing upright in the bright sun he was shocked
to see his cousin Kasongo, half naked wrapped in what appeared to be an
animal skin hanging from one shoulder down to below the groin, the strong
muscular dark brown body glistening with freshly applied oil.

Pointing to a piece of tree trunk which would serve as a stool, he told
Illunga to sit. Standing before the young man he explained that over the
next two weeks many secrets would be revealed and that Illunga must obey
immediately whatever command was given, endure any pain that he would
undergo and learn to be a man in many ways. "To begin your period of
transformation you must first be cleansed." Surveying the youth in front of
him he saw that there was little body hair, arms, legs and torso being
completely smooth apart from the expected covering below the navel.

 Kasongo took from a pouch, hanging at his waist, a small razor and began
to shave the boys head removing every last hair. There was no facial hair
to shave but when Illunga was ordered to raise his arms a few small tufts
were quickly removed by the blade. "Stand up and change places". Illunga
rose and now Kasongo sat, looking directly at the youth's groin. The well
developed genitals were surmounted by a thin bush of wiry hairs which in a
few moments were razored away. Kasongo cupped the ball sac in his hand
feeling for any bushiness on the smooth skin, but there was none. Running
his hand behind the ball sac he found no evidence of hairiness. Illunga's
cock however, began to respond to the intimacy of the touch. His cock
slowly swelled and his foreskin stretched tight around the helmet, now
pointing towards his cousin's face. Kasongo did not react to this display
of youthful erection but rather ordered his young cousin to turn around,
spread

 his legs and bend downwards. Long, firm fingers entered the cleft of the
firm buttocks and stretched them apart in the search for hair growth. Just
the slightest of fuzz was discovered at the edges of the cleft. Holding one
buttock away from the other, Kasongo swiftly and accurately swept the razor
across the dark skin, removing the last traces of hair from Illunga's body.

Satisfied with these preliminaries, Kasongo ordered Illunga to follow him
down to the river where he was to completely immerse himself under the
surface of the water, four times. Whilst the boy bathed, Kasongo stood like
a sentry on guard watching his nephew and secretly hoping that the boy
would not bring disgrace to the clan in the coming days. Anyone could cope
with a body shave but Kasongo knew from personal experience of the pains
which would soon follow.

While Illunga was bathing in the river, Malunda was being shaved by Katula.
The two crossed each other's paths as one returned to the encampment and
the other went to bathe. By mid morning they were both back in their hut
stroking their bald heads and groins, wondering how long it would take for
the hair to grow back. After a while Katula called them back outside and
had them stand in front of him. "Now that you are cleansed for mukanda you
will receive the marks of our tribe. You must stand perfectly still whilst
the incisions are made. Bear the pain for it will test your strength for
greater moments."

From behind Kasongo clasped the head of Illunga, palms over the ears and
fingers spread across the bald skull. Katula stepped forward holding a
small pointed knife and without warning cut a half inch line diagonally
into the left cheek of his nephew and immediately did the same to the
right. Drops of blood trickled from the wounds and Kasongo was aware of the
trembling in the body that he was holding in position. With blood dripping
from Illunga's face onto the ground, Kasongo moved his hands down to take
hold of the youth by the waist in readiness for subsequent incisions.
Katula went down on his knees still holding the knife and began the
excruciating business of carving this time, not just one diagonal but two,
and then a third straight line to make a triangle below the navel. With the
blood flowing freely and Illunga beginning to tremble in the legs Kasongo
held the youth ever more tightly, knowing that the knife had not yet
finished its work.

 Illunga could feel and taste the bile as it rose in his gullet and tears
began to well in his eyes as the knife began to cut again making a second
triangle this time above the navel.

Standing only a few feet away, Malunda felt his bowels tightening as he
watched the knife carve into his cousin's abdomen. Without realising what
was happening and unable to stop the embarrassment, urine began to trickle
from his penis and splash onto the surface of the hard sun baked clay soil
beneath his feet. Petrified, unable to move he closed his eyes to all
around him as the warm liquid puddled around his feet.

While Kasongo held Malunda and Katula marked his face and navel with the
insignia of the Sanga his body shook and tears ran down his cheeks mixing
with the blood oozing from his wounds. Katula took longer with this second
operation, having to wait for the moments when his nephews stomach muscles
stopped convulsing in between the six cuts that were necessary to complete
the design.

The incisions finished, Kasongo and Katula stood in front of the trembling
youths and began to berate them for them for their lack of manliness in
receiving the knife. They were just boys but pain and suffering would each
them to be men. Whilst Kasongo continued the harangue Katula went off and
returned with two bamboo sticks which they immediately began to use to beat
the buttocks of the tearful youths. Ordering them to bear the pain and
cease their childish ways, Kasongo and Katula struck violently at the tight
backsides which clenched and throbbed as the canes beat down in every
direction.

At last the beating came to an end and the boys were ordered to remain
standing in the glare of the sun. The wounds on their bodies continued to
drip blood. Looking down they both could see the bright red liquid oozing
from the dark brown skin above their, hairless naked genitals. In both
cases the blood was forming a stream which snaked its way down along the
top of the dicks before dripping off the end of the foreskins onto the
ground between their feet.

Before long, their elder cousins reappeared, each carrying a clay pot. "You
will not be held this time. You will stand without motion when we complete
your scarification. Do you understand? One movement and you will be beaten
severely." Kasongo, who had seemed so friendly last night now showed
himself to be a strict master of initiation and not inclined to pity.

Katula stepped up to Illunga and using a small cloth and the cold water
from his clay pot began to wash the wound on his left cheek. Before the
blood began to flow again, Kasongo moved in and with one hand stretched the
wound open whilst rubbing charcoal dust into it with the other. The
stinging pain was hardly less than that caused by the incision, but Illunga
somehow managed to stand firm as the wound was packed with the black
powder. If this was the worst that he had to undergo then hopefully it
would soon be over. Not a word was spoken or a cry uttered whilst Katula
and Kasongo worked their way through the painful business of completing
this first stage of their nephews' initiation into manhood.

At last, the torment over, Illunga and Malunda were ordered back to their
hut, with instructions to lay down and under no circumstances to touch, rub
or scrape at their wounds. The bleeding had been stopped by the charcoal
powder, which embedded in the pink flesh would cause raised scars to form
within a few days. The youths, trembling once more, lay down beside each
other, naked but too exhausted by their ordeal to have any interest in the
flaccid dicks which flopped over their ball sacs to rest on their dark
skinned thighs. Though it was still before mid-day, each closed his eyes
and was soon falling asleep.

They were awakened some hours later by Kasongo who ordered them outside to
eat a meal of maize porridge, vegetables and dried meat. Ravenous, the boys
filled their stomachs, happy to enjoy the food after the trauma of the
morning. For the rest of the day and into the evening, they remained naked,
outside. Sitting on the bare ground they listened to Kasongo and Katula
take turns in recounting the legends of the Sanga people: how the gods
broke through from under the rocks of the earth and created men and women,
the wars which had made the Sangas son powerful in past ages, the
traditions of kings and chiefs, clan leaders and elders. All was explained
in detail and the youths began the difficult work of memorising lists of
kings and chiefs, their accomplishments and victories. As night fell and
the four sat around the warmth and light of a charcoal fire, Illunga and
Malunda felt relaxed and almost proud of themselves, forgetting the
humiliation of the morning's events. They began to feel that this seclusion
in the bush would be a great turning point in their lives, though just how,
they did not yet know.

With darkness surrounding them and the only sound that of the creatures of
the forest, the four cousins retired to their respective cabins. Apart from
the banana leaf floor covering the boys had nothing other than a couple of
blankets between them. With the sun, the temperature had dropped
dramatically and by instinct Illunga and Malunda lay down close to each
other, their bodies gently brushing under the rough blankets.

Malunda felt the warm breath of his cousin on his face and neck and began
to press his legs and torso against Illunga who responded by taking the
younger boy in his arms and clasping him close. Malunda's arms did not move
to embrace Illunga but they did move downwards and gently he began to
caress his cousin's ball sac. Slowly and sensuously he rolled the orbs
between his fingers, as delicately as could be done. The ball sac was like
soft, wrinkled velvet. There was no violence or intent to hurt here: he
wanted only to give pleasure and enjoy the feel of the soft balls in his
hand. Illunga's organ began its slow rise to stiffness as Malunda caressed
the sac nearer and nearer to the base of the cock. Slowly and gently
Malunda worked his hand around the base of Illunga's stiff cock and with a
gentle squeezing motion of his fingers let his hand climb to the crown to
massage the large helmet which was still covered with its foreskin.

Still holding the rock hard cock Malunda stretched out one finger and began
to probe the little conical tube of skin which extended beyond the crown of
his cousin's cock. Slowly and surely his finger stretched the foreskin and
found its goal, the wide piss slit, leaking its white juice. Swirling his
finger around inside the cloak of skin he delighted in the smooth hardness
of Illunga's cock crown.

Illunga now responded and took hold of his cousin's already hard cock. The
foreskin had already stretched to expose the tip of the crown and it very
quickly slipped back to reveal the whole helmet at the slightest touch from
Illunga. Illunga reciprocated Malunda's attentions by rubbing and massaging
the deep brown cockhead with its own leaking juice. Illunga fingers
slathered the ridge of Malunda's cockhead with the pre-cum gently working
the liquid into the fold and gap of the foreskin behind the ridge and
around to the string which he began to tease with the nail of his finger.
Malunda gasped and trembled at this latest excitation.

At last Malunda began to draw Illunga's foreskin down and work his fingers
through and around the fold of foreskin straining at the top of the shaft,
just below his cousin's cock crown. Simultaneously the youths began to
stretch each other's foreskin down the shaft exposing the sensitive inner
skin to the cool evening air. Pulling taught on the cocks they mutually
fingered the moist shafts, lubricated by their natural white secretions.
Firmly and slowly they began to wank each other, synchronised in their
pulling and pushing. Up and down the thick shafts leaving the head exposed
alternating with long strokes which brought the foreskins to totally cover
the swollen cock heads. Gradually they built up the pace of the wank until
both hands were flying against each other, one dark helmet exposed whilst
the other was being uncovered.

After the minutes of frenzy, Illunga began to slow down, to pump with his
clenched fist, the thick dark shaft which he held in his hand. The
squeezing and releasing of his cousin's cock he then combined with a slow
and deliberate wanking using the mobility of the foreskin to bring Malunda
to the point of no return. Malunda's rock hard seven inches began to throb
in his hand and Illunga believed that he could feel the eruption of cream
make its way up the shaft. Malunda's groin tightened and the muscles under
his dark skin began to ripple as man cream shot out in long bursts onto his
navel. Malunda gasped and groaned as the eruption continued. The sensations
in his helmet were intense as the now slimy and greasy foreskin was whipped
up and down over his cockhead. Illunga pulled Malunda's foreskin far back
causing the boy to jerk with pleasure as the ultra sensitive shaft felt the
pressure of the strong fingers working on it. At last the eruption turned
to a dribble but Illunga continued to wank the cock as it softened,
trapping every last drop of man cream inside the foreskin.

Malunda, breathing slowly and deeply, began to work once more on Illunga's
cock bringing it back to its full seven plus inches, using his cousins
somewhat tighter foreskin to enhance the pleasure. Pulling it up and down
just over and below the thick ridge of the helmet he concentrated the
stimulation in the spot where shaft meets crown and with his index finger
teased the thick, tight band of flesh which ran vertically behind the
helmet into the seam of foreskin. Illunga gasped and cried out when his
cousin stretched a finger to stab at the piss slit, pushing a nail into the
gap and exposing the delicate inner flesh to the air. Jerking his hips,
Illunga was lost in the in a world where pleasure turned to pain and pain
to pleasure. When it seemed that his deep purple black cockhead was about
to burst Malunda began the long stretch that skinned his cousin's cock back
to the base before wanking it tight, loose, quick, slow, quick to the point
when the whole organ began to jerk of its own accord. Illunga cried out as
the first burst of man juice erupted from his cock. Malunda's hand
tightened around the hard column of flesh and despite the tightness of the
skin continued to wank it up and over the helmet and back as Illunga spewed
out his cream.

Exhausted and completely relieved, the youths embraced tightly, wrapping
their legs together, groin to groin, face to face. The slippery mess on
their stomachs spread over the wounds that had been so painfully inflicted
that morning. Never in all their boyish sessions together had they given
and received so much intense pleasure. Ball sacs emptied and cocks skin to
skin they drifted off to sleep oblivious to what the next few days might
bring.

End of Part 1.

Hope you enjoyed it. Next time, Illunga and Malunda will learn some new
techniques. If you have any ideas about what the next stage should involve
let me know. Jeremy.