Date: Thu, 18 Dec 2014 10:33:07 +0200
From: Russell Timm <russell.timm@gmail.com>
Subject: AFRICA - BOYS ON THE SIDE - PART 1: A NEW CONTRACT AND A CHANCE MEETING

AFRICA - BOYS ON THE SIDE

by Russell Timm


© Russell Timm 2014

Contact can be made via: russell.timm@gmail.com


Other stories by Russell Timm: into-africa, african-adventure-series and
west-africa-where-the-money-talks


DISCLAIMER: THIS STORY IS FICTION AND THE CHARACTERS IN IT ARE FICTION.
THE EVENTS AND SITUATIONS ARE FICTITIOUS AND INCLUDE DEPICTIONS OF
CONSENSUAL SEX.



PART 1: A NEW CONTRACT AND A CHANCE MEETING


The contract landed in James' lap. Being already resident in the East
African country and at the end of a successful contract made him the first
choice for the job as the alternative was to engage some Brit expat
probably without the the necessary field experience and most certainly not
having any local knowledge and experience not to mention all the costs
involved. James with his small four-man team of locals was able to do the
work in a most cost effective manner. The work was water well testing, the
rehabilitation of water hand-pumps and their concrete aprons. This was to
be an open ended contract and the completion date was subject to the amount
of lost time during the rainy season which was approaching.


James having been born and brought up in Africa had a good understanding of
how things worked and was no stranger to the African bush and rural village
life. At 45 he was still young enough to enjoy living and working out in
the African bush with his boys. He had put his four-man team together over
a few years of trial and error. Selection was critical as it was easier to
teach the boys the basics required to assist him with the work than it was
to teach them to enjoy man-sex if they were not really into it. Of James'
team of four boys there were two who had all worked with him for the last
year on the contract just ended and two had worked for him even longer.


When out in the field James slept with each of the boys in rotation. The
boys knew James' needs well and when passing through villages they would
help him to find and taste any attractive local talent. They knew what was
attractive to James, and that was to be a lot like the four of them. Slim
but neither skinny nor muscular. This boys were very dark skinned and all
circumcised as it was with all their tribe who lived along the riverline
where James rented a cottage where he stayed when not on contract or where
he would come back to every second weekend or so for a break.


James never approached any of the village boys directly leaving it rather
for his boys to set it all up once he had identified an attractive boy.
This had now extended to his days out in the field where they - having by
now a good idea of James' needs - would set up introductions and if James
was happy would discretely set it up with the boy in question. If they came
back and reported the boy was not interested James wisely left the matter
well alone.


For this contract James had use of a white Toyota Land-Cuiser pick-up and a
trailer. The diesel pick-up was a well maintained older model with a bench
seat in front which suited James fine. He had collected the vehicle from
town and had arranged to take the first week to travel around the sites to
familiarise himself before returning to town to collect the trailer and to
start with the field work.


James had left the project offices mid afternoon and had decided night stop
on his way back to the river as although the road was good there was always
the chance of meeting cattle or goats on the road at night with the
potential for a serious accident with no first world quality medical care
within many miles. It was dusk when James reached the main North-South road
junction at which he would take a lesser road to his place on the river.
Just after the turn off James pulled into "The Junction Hotel" which he had
passed many times but never stopped at.


James parked near the entrance and walked into the reception. The first
thing he noticed was the flat screen TV on the wall was on the Islamic
channel and the sign on the wall indicated there was no alcohol on the
premises and the food was Halaal. This did not bother James but what caught
his eye was the boy at reception. The looked to be younger than eighteen
and had a handsome face with sharper features than the other locals which
together with Islam reflected the Arab influence from way back in the
slavery days. The boy wore a white Islamic kurta shirt down to just below
his knees and long black trousers and flip flops. The boy's feet looked
neat and clean and the nails were trimmed short and were well shaped.


`Hello, whist's your name?'


`My name is Ishmael and what's yours?'


`James and I'm looking for a room.'


`A room for how many?'


The boy's tone familiar to rude by western standards and James surmised the
boy was the owner's son and had developed an attitude.


`A room for me and maybe a girl if I find a nice one.'


`We don't allow bar-girls and prostitutes in this hotel.'


'So you want me to sleep alone then?'


The boy ignored the question.


`I have a suite for you... come I'll show you.'


With that he took a key off the board and led James outside. James followed
Ishmael down one of the paths towards round thatched building.


`It has two big beds and a bathroom. It can take four or more people.'


'So why do I need two beds? Who will be sleeping with me?'


`It is our best room,' again ignoring the question.


'So if I find a local girl how much would I pay for all night?'


`I said no girls allowed in this place.'


`OK, but how much?'


'They charge white people 100 kwatcha for the whole night, but not here.'


`If girls are not allowed what about boys?'


`Boys for what?'


`To play together.'


`You mean homosex? That's not good.'


`For you maybe not good but for other people maybe very good.'


`You play with boys?'


`If I can't get a girl what must I do?'


`Just sleep.'


`I am too old to play with myself.'


`Just sleep.'


'So if I find a local boy here to help me and shake my cock what would I
pay?'


`I don't know any boy who can do that here.'


'This is not a good place because down at the big river the boys can play
nice if you tip them well.'


'They play masturbation with you?'


`If I pay they can play.'


`How much you pay?'


`I pay good... 50 kwatcha for masturabations with both letting the sperm
out and 100 kwatcha for full sex where they take my cock.'


The boy's face registered surprise and James decided to continue playing
the kid.


'Some of the boys who know how to take the cock and can make some 100s in
one night if i am hungry and they are strong.'


`How much is that.'


`There is one good guy who knows how to play the game and he can get 500
kwatcha for five rounds.'


More surprise on the boy's face. James continued.


`But the boy must be good looking... you know. He must look like you or
better.'


`You think I am good looking?'


`Yes you are but you don't look like you need to make some very good pocket
money.'


They arrived at the room and Ishmael unlocked and opened the door. James
switched the lights on and took a look around. There were two large beds,
bigger than a double bed, and the bathroom had a toilet and a shower. James
turned the water on in the shower.


`Is the water hot?'


`Yes, in this room.'


`OK, it looks good.'


`You take it?'


`Yes.'


The boy walked out and James locked the door and pocketed the key. They
walked back in silence... until.


'That boy make 500 kwatcha in one night?'


`Yes he went five rounds of full sex. Other boys can be happy with 300
kwatcha for three rounds. But this place is a washout.'


'That boy he really get 500 kwatcha for one night?'


`Yes, he get 100 kwatcha for each time.'


'Sure?'


'Sure. Other boys just like to play masturbation and get 50 Kwatcha each
time.'


`You pay him the full amount and don't cheat him?'


'Those boys taste sweet so I give them exactly the right amount. See.'


James took a roll of bills out of his pocket.


'This is for the weekend and the boys at the river will be fighting to get
a chance get some of it.'


James laughed.


'They are young and strong, they make me tired.'


James laughed again.


`I was hoping you could help me with some money to buy some shoes and
uniform for school.'


`You want money for nothing?'


`I was thinking.'


`How much do you need?'


`More than 500 kwatcha.'


James stopped and slowly looked the boy up and down.


`You don't look strong enough to go five rounds of full sex.'


`I'm strong.'


`I have 500 kwatcha for you if you can do five rounds of full sex.'


`So you won't help me.'


James looked the boy in the eye.


`Ishmael this is a hard world where you get nothing for nothing.'


`Yes, in this country we suffer too much.'


'So don't worry if it is too difficult for you. I can go and see if I can
find a boy who needs 500 kwatcha more than you.


`I need the money.'


`But you don't want to play the game.'


`I can p...' the boys voice trailed off.


`Anybody can play but some need the money more than others.'


James took the roll of money out of his pocket again. The boy stared at it
in awe. James had drawn a cash float of 5,000 kwatcha which was probably
more cash than the boy had ever seen at one time. James put it back in his
pocket.


They reached the reception and James paid for the room in advance. Again
the boy stared at the roll of bills. James picked up the menu and looked it
over.


`You have chicken and fries?'


`Yes.'


`How long it take to prepare?'


`About thirty minutes.'


James pulled his not impressed face.


'That will make me too late to find a boy at the market.'


Ishamel looked around to make sure there was no one nearby, then whispered.


`I can play... but I need 500 kwatcha.'


'We must start at the beginning. For each round of full sex you get 100
kwatcha. How much you get depends on how many rounds you can go.'


`If I sleep there you can make five rounds?'


`Don't worry about me, worry about yourself. Can you make five rounds of
full sex with me?'


`I can.'


`OK, I will come back in thirty minutes for the chicken and fries, then you
can tell me for sure if you are coming or I need to go looking for a boy at
the market for some quick sex.'


James had few items with him so he took his briefcase with his laptop and a
small holdall with a change of clothes to his room.


James thought about Ishmael and from experience knew it would all come down
to the attraction of the money. 500 kwatcha was the kind of wage the
average worker could expect to earn in a month. Even the 100 kwatcha was
way above the going rate for transactional sex in the area. Ishmael while
the son of the owner of the hotel and having some authority when helping
out in the running of the hotel was not likely to be cash flush. When going
away to school he would have all fees and accommodation and food paid for
by his father but he would be given very little pocket money to fund an
active social life. The odds were good that he would bite and James
resolved to fuck the cockiness and arrogance out of the boy in the process
and was willing to make an exception and pay top dollar in this case.


In thirty minutes James took a seat in the dinning room. The chicken and
fries served with a cabbage and tomato salad of sorts was not too bad if
flooded with ketchup. Finished he stopped in at reception to ask Ishmael
where the safest place was to park his vehicle. James had seen that the
security guard sat on a chair just outside the entrance.


`Park right outside the font door.'


'Show me.'


James followed Ishmael outside and the boy indicated the nearest parking
bays to the front door. James worked out which bay would obstruct the
security guards view of his room.


'Thanks, I'll park there when I come back from the market.'


'No, no. I come after the night shift takes over at seven.'


`You sure or are you wasting my time?'


`I'm serious.'


James then moved the vehicle into the bay he had selected and walked back
to his room.


End of Part 1


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