Date: Mon, 05 Jun 2006 17:25:12 -0700
From: dlacourse <zztop020@charter.net>
Subject: Durban Assignment

In 1992 I was sent to a branch office by my company to train new accounting
staff. I was forty one at the time and not accustom to travel as I was when
I was younger. However, my last supervisor was an asshole not only to me
but everyone and I told him so! It soon became his mission in life to
transfer me out as soon as possible. The next opening was Durban South
Africa so I was transferred there.

The company provided me with a rental house. Two bedroom one bath and a
pool which was cheaper than a condo in the city. It was only a five minute
ride by taxi and I could deduct the fare. I usually had the same driver
every morning. His name was Sadiki which meant faithful in African or
something like that. One morning as we drove to work he mentioned that the
grounds of my house were unruly.

He said he knew a young African boy that would keep my house spotless
inside and out and not charge a lot of money. I passed on his offer and
thanked him all the same. That weekend when I took a closer look around the
house I decided it was a mess after all. Monday morning I told Sadiki I
would talk with the boy about keeping the place up. That evening when I
arrived home there was a black man standing by my gate.

I was surprised, his English was much better than I had expected. His name
was Zende which he said meant strong in African. He was originally from
Botswana he was eighteen or nineteen as near as his records could tell. His
family had been massacred by the military when he was young. He had worked
in slave labor camps when he was younger but escaped one night.

He seemed to be a nice young man. I showed him around the house and grounds
then offered him a soda which he gladly accepted. I asked how much he would
charge he said $35.00 a month. I said there must be a catch because that
was very cheap. He confessed he had no place to live and he would have to
stay here. He said others workers did the same thing and they got $35.00 a
month after room and board was taken out.

I was not keen on the idea until Zende said if I taught him how to read and
write English he would do it for only $10.00 a month.

"I always admire someone that tries to improve themselves," I said. "I'll
give you the $35.00 a month and tutor you also."

Zende gave me a powerful hug. "You are kind man! Very kind man!"

"Ok," I said, sitting him down. "We have to have rules. You can stay in the
separate bedroom. That is you and you alone. Nobody else. I like privacy
when I am home. You will have to meet your friends somewhere else. Not
here. Do you understand?"

Zende nodded his head. "Yes, I live here alone. I bring nobody here. Just
as you wish."

The next day was Friday. I gave Zende some money to buy food with and told
him to spend it all because I didn't want to go out on Saturday or Sunday.
When I got home that evening I noticed how neat and clean the house was.
Everything was in a place. I changed into swim trunks, a sleeveless top and
went out to the pool. I was surprised at what I saw. Zende was completely
naked, bent over fetching something out of the pool. I had a perfect view
of his bare ass and large hanging balls!

I caught myself staring at him and quickly sat down in the lounge chair by
the table. He stood up and turned. "I am sorry Mr. Wade," he smiled. "I did
not hear you arrive."

He walked casually over to where I sat with his huge black erection bobbing
freely in the air.

Again I caught myself staring, this time at his hard cock. "Oh. Oh, that's
no problem," I mumbled, turning away.

His body was completely smooth and void of hair even pubic hair. When the
sun shined on his black body it had a silky glow to it. His cock must have
been a good seven to seven and a half inches long. His balls looked like a
couple of ripe tomatoes.

"I see you cleaned the house," I said. "You did an excellent job. You have
it very neat and clean. I like it neat and clean." I was more or less
rambling on trying to keep my mind off his naked body which was in front of
me.

"You go for a swim now?" He smiled, "I just clean the pool."

It was a way out of an awkward situation. "Yes. Yes I think I'll have a
swim before dinner." When I stood up it was obvious to see the hard lump in
my trunks. Zende reach down and grabbed my crotch. "I can help you with
that too."

Before I could respond his fingers had slid the trunks from around my waist
and they fell to my ankles.

"Sit back down in the chair," he said while rubbing my balls.

I suppose I should have said something then to stop him from continuing but
I didn't. His hot mouth over my cock was the best sensation I had felt in
years. I opened my legs, closed my eyes and experienced the greatest
ejaculation ever. Zende was still kneeling between my legs. I grabbed his
thick black cock and began stroking it up and down.

"Yes, Mr. Wade. That is so good. Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Make me cum for you."

A few more seconds and he groaned loudly. His head tossed back and a thick
stream of semen shot from black head. Each time I pulled and still more
squirted out and onto the cement patio.

Zende rolled back on his legs. "So much wonderful, Mr. Wade," he said.

The sexual inspiration left me as quickly as it had come. I wrapped myself
with the towel and quickly went back inside the house. Later I came back
out. Zende was now wearing some cutoff jeans and I was in my golf shorts
and shirt. Dinner was prepared and on the table. It was a dish called
Bobotie and the most delicious thing I had eaten since I got there. Zende
served it up then took his plate outside. He explained that the help never
ate with the employers.

"Bullshit!" I said. "Get your plate and sit at the table with me. There are
no such rules in my house."

We finished our dinner and I sat down to try and make some intelligent stab
at what happened by the pool.

"Zende. I am not used to sexual relations with other men. I don't know what
happened with me today. I usually would never allow anything like that. I'm
sorry."

Zende had a puzzled look on his face. "I thought it was expected by me. Sex
is part of all jobs by men and women both. Was that wrong by me?"

"No. It was wrong of me. I understand if you want to leave."

"I don't want to leave! I'll keep your house for free!" There was a fear in
his voice. "I will never touch you in sex again. Please don't make me
leave."

I could tell his fear was genuine and his eyes showed it.

I didn't know what else to do so I put my arms around him hugged him. "I
have no intention of making you leave. However, you are free to go if you
like."

"No! I can't leave," he said. "You are such wonderful man. Where I come
from if you love another man. You are less than a dog. They can kill you
anytime."

He actually had tears in his eyes as he told me.

This time I hugged him tighter and we sat there until he went to sleep. I
put on the sofa and covered him for the night.

I awoke Saturday morning to the smell of fresh coffee. It was nine already
so I slipped on my robe and went to the kitchen. Zende was again bare ass
naked pouring coffee. "I heard you get up. I have everything ready for
you."

I took a peek at his cock which was dangling limp between his legs.

"How come you go around naked all the time?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wade. That offends you?" He grabbed a towel and quickly
held it around his waist. I couldn't help but laugh. "I didn't mean it as
something horrible or bad. I was just curious."

"Where I am from. Naked is normal. I forget it is not here."

I took another sip of coffee. "I don't mind, Zende. If you want to be naked
I don't care." I stared at my coffee and couldn't believe I just told him
that.

I walked in on him in the bathroom he was cleaning the shower and tub. Once
again I noticed his cock was fully erect bobbing up and down as he scrubbed
the tile. "I'm sorry," he said. "You can use the bath. I'll finish later."

After seeing his bouncing erection, my dick immediately began swelling up
under my robe. I backed out and told him to finish what he was doing. My
emotions were becoming unstable now. I thought all this time I must have
been gay and it took this beautiful African youth to bring it out.

Then I thought it was stupid! I certainly would have known a long time ago
if I were gay. So why now at this time was it so difficult for me? Emotions
are uncontrollable like having your cock stiffen when you least expect
it. I found myself fascinated by the young black man. I tossed my robe on
the bed. I was ready for my shower. I my day dreams I was unaware Zende was
still in the room. I stood there naked staring at him.

"You are super looking man," Zende smiled. "I love hair on your body." He
walked over and fondled me. "You have nice cock also. I love to suck it." I
noticed his cock twitching as he spoke. The next thing I knew we were both
in the shower. Zende was sliding his long finger in and out of my ass and
my cock was ready to explode. He clamped his mouth over it and sucked it
dry again.

I wanted to take his black hard cock in my mouth and suck on it. I gave
into my emotions. I got on my knees, stroked the thick shaft several times
then popped the head into my mouth. I never had a man's cock in my mouth
until that day. It was soft and hot with a big ridge around the glands. It
was too big to take in all at once. If I tried I would probably choke to
death. I played with his heavy balls while sliding my tongue up and down
the slit.

Suddenly, my mouth was filled with a gush of sperm. His hips shot forward,
ramming the cock quickly down my throat then out again in one big thrust.
His fingers dug into my shoulders and he moaned and thrust again. It was
also the first time I tasted sperm. That was probably the greatest shower I
ever had in my life. Zende and I lay on the bed naked. In the quiet I
couldn't resist fondling his thick black cock to the point where it got big
and hard again.

"You like me hard for you?"

I laughed. "I admire your youth and all the hormones that make you
continually hard."

We continued out relationship for the two years I was there. I eventually
taught him how to read English using the newspaper. I also taught him how
to write English and pronounce certain words. He was a quick study and
learned quite fast. Before I left I enrolled him in a cooking school
nearby.

He did graduate and I still see him from time to time and I we always thank
each other for the two years we spent together...

End.