Date: Wed, 11 May 2005 07:33:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: Daniel Blue <danielblue45@yahoo.com>
Subject: Deep In The Heart Of Africa

When Kanga was growing up in a small village in Central Africa in the
sixties there was only one white man around. And this man, a Greek who
owned a small trading business, fascinated Kanga no end.

Mr Antonopoulos' store was the only one for miles around. The buses used to
stop right outside and passengers would alight to buy their groceries
before continuing on their journey. Kids used to hang around outside the
store to see who was coming and going as there wasn't much else to do.

But Kanga's interest went beyond that. When he started to bloom and turn
into a young man he began to have certain feelings and fantasies. Mr
Antonopoulos, or Mr Tony as everyone called him because they couldn't
pronounce his name, occupied a large number of Kanga's secret fantasies.

Everything about Mr Tony was so different, from that great big jungle of
black fur that showed in the valley of his open necked shirts, and the long
swirls of black hair that grew on his forearms, to the thick moustache and
his incredibly ruby red lips and dark blue eyes. Mr Tony lived with a local
woman and Kanga was incredibly jealous of her. How he would love to be the
one to peel off Mr Tony's clothes at the end of the day and behold his pale
skin, where the sun had not burnt him, and his hairy body. There was
something so animal like about Mr Tony; not only did he have all that hair
but Kanga had noticed that there was very full package in the front of his
trousers.

Kanga was one the best athletes in his village, well known for being fleet
of foot and an agile wrestler. There was not an ounce of fat on his six
foot tall body. His skin, the colour of dark chocolate, shone with good
health and the oils he rubbed on himself. His shoulders were broad and his
waist narrow, and his stomach so flat you could have ironed your shirts on
it. His butt was round and tight and looked like it was cast from iron.
All the girls in the village hoped that they would be the one to catch the
attention of the handsome athlete, whose shy smile had broken a hundred
hearts, but so far he did not seem to show much interest.

Mr Tony was friendly with everyone, Kanga knew that, but he liked to
imagine that there was a special meaning when Mr Tony smiled at him. He
often hung around the shop hoping to be noticed but was beginning to accept
that there was not much chance of his dreams coming true.

And then one day Mr Tony asked Kanga if he would come with him in his truck
to collect some goods from the city. Kanga just about burst out of his skin
with excitement.  He had never been to the city before and he was going
there with Mr Tony!  How proud and pleased he was that he had been selected
to be given this honour. They left early in the morning and Kanga had been
fascinated with the colours, sights and smells of the city. But by the time
they had loaded up the truck and had a bite to eat Kanga had a headache and
was glad to be heading back home.

It was a very hot day and once they were back in the countryside Mr Tony
pulled off the road and went down a little track until they came to a fast
flowing stream, shaded by some large trees.

'Come, we go swim.' Mr Tony said in his broken English.

The water was crystal clear and not very deep. It would be more of a dip
than a swim but at least there would be no crocodiles or hippos about.

Kanga watched in awe struck amazement as Mr Tony stripped off until he
stood there in all his naked glory, soft black fur swirling all over his
chest, legs, arms and beefy butt.  Kanga's eyes were drawn to the heavy
bush of black pubic hair framing his fleshy cock and balls. Mr Tony's head
and arms were bronzed by the sun but the rest of him was pale as
alabaster. Kanga's cock was instantly hard and he knew there was no way he
could strip off his clothes.

'Come on, take out your clothes.' Mr Tony said. He sounded really happy and
chirpy.

'I cannot.' Kanga replied. He stood there with one knee bent and his hands
in front of him trying to hide his rampant cock.

But Mr Tony would not take no for an answer. He went up to the young man
and started tugging on the fly of his shorts. As soon as he had opened
Kanga's zipper it became apparent why the young man would not strip off.
His ten inch pole shot out into the fresh air, dark and thin and veiny.
Mr. Tony gave it a quick tug.

'Don't be worried my friend.' he told the younger man.

Reassured, Kanga stripped off and tried to keep his flailing spear under
control. They stepped into the refreshingly cool water where Mr Tony
started splashing water on Kanga. The pair larked about like carefree kids
and Kanga's hardon soon went down.  But when Mr Tony fetched a bar of soap
from the one of the boxes on the truck Kanga's thoughts soon turned to sex
again. Watching that hairy ass swing from side to side, as he walked to the
truck, was what did it for him. He had never known anyone to have hair on
their backside before, and this guy was like a baboon! But boy did it turn
him on!

Mr Tony stepped back into the water and started soaping himself up. Seeing
the lather on his wet fur got Kanga's cock standing on end again. Mr Tony
just laughed and carried on with his ablutions. When his hand slid into his
slippery crack Kanga just about fainted with lust. He could see a string of
precum leaking out of his still northwards pointing pole.

Mr Tony rinsed himself off and now turned his attentions to Kanga. He
soaped up and scrubbed the young stud's back. His skin glistened like wet
obsidian, the muscles dancing under Mr Tony's fingers. He slid his hand
lower and washed out that tight little crack before doing his tightly
sprung legs. By this stage Kanga had to do something to stop himself from
going crazy so he had been slowly wanking his fuck spear, his low hanging
balls bouncing beneath him as he did so.

Now Mr Tony turned him around and slowly washed his torso, delighting in
the glide of his hands across that well developed chest and flat stomach.
Then it was time it get to grips with that monster. As he cleaned Kanga's
balls and cock Mr Tony's own cock started to inflate. He had a pair of very
large, smooth nuts sitting up close to his heavily hooded ivory snake. The
pale pink head now peeked out and the beauty of this cock was making Kanga
so hot he was just about beside himself with desire. He wanted to reach out
and grab it but decided that he had better let the older man take control.

Just then Mr Tony went down on his knees and took Kanga's mighty wand of
cock flesh into his mouth. Kanga gasped as he watched his cock disappear
into that moustachioed mouth. This was the first time he had ever had sex
with anyone and man! what a way to start. His daydreams about Mr Tony had
always been a little hazy; he wasn't quite sure what he would do to him
exactly, but sucking cocks wasn't something he had really thought about.
His whole body convulsed with pleasure as that hot mouth worked back and
forth over his sensitive cock head and the first few inches of shaft. At
the same time Mr Tony's hands played up and down the toned athlete's firm
thighs and tugged on his low hanging balls. It was too much for Kanga. He
cried out in shock and amazement as his balls exploded and blasted a heavy
load of man milk down the Greek man's throat.

He expected Mr Tony to be angry but he simply licked his lips and smiled.
Then he told Kanga to come lie down with him on the grass in the shade. He
knew that Kanga was a young man and there was plenty more of where that
juicy load came from. Mr Tony needed some loving that he had not had in a
very long time. The two men lay together, hugging and stroking each other,
delighting in the feel of this forbidden flesh. Before long Kanga had
another steel hard cock stand and Mr Tony went to the truck once more to
rummage around in his boxes.

He came back with a jar of petroleum jelly and started to apply some to
Kanga's ten inch sword. The feel of that slippery hand playing up and down
his shaft was so good that Kanga came close to blowing another load. But it
was only when Mr Tony withdrew and asked Kanga to apply some to his asshole
that he understood what was about to happen.  Kanga was shaking with lust
and excitement as he got down on his knees and parted Mr Tony's hairy
cheeks. His fuck truffle was hard to find at first, lost in that thicket of
hair, but Kanga soon had it coated with jelly. His finger slid easily over
the walnut wrinkles of the Greek stud's pucker and when Kanga gently
pressed, his finger popped in causing both he and Mr Tony to groan out
loud. Kanga worked his finger in and out of the older man's fuck sluice
while playing with his heavy balls with the other hand.

But now his cock demanded action. It seemed as if all the blood had drained
from his head and into his straining cock club. He stood and took aim in
the middle of that hairy mound of masculinity. The tip of his cock brushed
against the slick love knot and began to slide inside. The warmth of Mr
Tony's assguts enveloped Kanga's cockhead and he whimpered. He anchored
himself by wrapping a hand around Mr Tony's thick sausage and slowly
pressed home all ten inches. Mr Tony sighed as he concentrated on receiving
this gift of a man in his youthful prime. His ass was on fire as the rock
hard shaft sliced into him but he knew it would soon get better.

Kanga nibbled on Mr Tony's shoulders as he gently eased his cock in and out
of the jelly slick tunnel of his ass. His right hand gently worked the
thick shaft of Mr Tony's cock while the left hand stroked his beautiful
balls. The two men were locked together in a ritual as old as the hills
and, despite all the denial and guilt and fear built up around it over the
centuries, one that men all over the world would continue to seek out. The
need to be dominated, even just once, by another man was great. The need to
be tamed by a hard cock drove men to part their legs and receive the weapon
of their desiring.

Kanga fucked slowly, so very slowly. It was not at all what Mr Tony
expected. He had imagined a quick three minute poke off with not much
pleasure for him, but now his ass was singing Kanga's praises. He glanced
down at Kanga's arms at his sides, and at the hands pleasuring his cock and
balls. They were chalk and cheese: young and older, black and white, hairy
and smooth, slightly chunky and slender, but they were two halves of a
whole fucking themselves into ecstasy. The feelings in Mr Tony's ass
complemented those rising in his cock. That beercan slab of manflesh was
now at its most inflated; he knew he could not last much longer. Each
stroke off Kanga's lubed hand up and down his seven inch shaft was taking
him closer and closer to the edge.

It was when he heard Kanga start to pant that Mr Tony knew he could
surrender to the pleasure that pulsed through his every nerve. Suddenly
Kanga grunted and he bit down on Mr Tony's shoulder as the most amazing
orgasm rushed through him like fire through a thatched roof. For the second
time that day his balls churned and his cock erupted like a volcano spewing
scalding jizz up his lover's ass. Mr Tony called out something in Greek as
his knees buckled and those fat nuts gave up their load. A heavy rope of
his thick fuck sauce shot out of his cock and arced up into the air before
landing on the ground.

Both men laughed at the violence of their orgasms and then gently
disentangled. There was time for another quick swim and bath before driving
on back to the village.

Copyright 2005 Daniel Blue
www.danielbluetales.com