Date: Mon, 21 Jun 2004 14:02:20 +0100 (BST)
From: andy carmichael <andycarmichael1966@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Uganda Houseboy

Until early this year I had spent two years as a
volunteer English teacher in the north of Uganda,
teaching primary classes in a small town. The town
didn't have much of interest, but the people were
friendly, if a bit bemused at a young Englishman
coming to teach in their school. Because of living in
a small town and my teaching obligations, I had
expected the two years to be fairly celibate. If I
were interested in girls, there would have been ways
and means, but only hankering after other guys meant
my options were limited. Or that was until I met
Samuel.

Samuel was recommended to me for the job of houseboy.
I wasn't all that keen on the idea at first, but my
headmaster told me that it was a common form of
employment and that as a good wage earner (well,
relatively in this case) I should share my good
fortune and give someone a job. Samuel was about
sixteen, though he wasn't really sure of his true age.
He came from a minority group on the northern border
and had come to the town looking for work because
there was nothing for him at home. He was slender and
good looking, lean but very muscular, and had large
beautiful eyes. He also had a winning smile, so it was
hard for me not to take him on as houseboy. In a short
time he proved himself to be very trustworthy and a
hard worker, so I was pleased that I'd made the
decision to employ him and was happy that I was
contributing to his earnings in my own small way.

The group that Samuel came from in the north have a
certain notoriety in Uganda. They believe that clothes
carry disease, and in their home villages wear nothing
at all. Other Ugandans look down on them for this,
seeing nudity as something shameful, no doubt
influenced by the Muslim tribes to the north and the
Christian bible bashing they received at the hands of
colonial missionaries. Samuel when he came in to work
each day from his quarters down behind my house wore a
t-shirt and an old pair of shorts, and once I left the
house to go to school he would remove his shirt. This
meant that each time I returned he would quickly go
and hunt for his t-shirt to cover his bare torso.
Given that the shape of his long cock was often
clearly visible through the material of his shorts, I
guessed that he didn't wear anything underneath them.

One day I asked Samuel about his group's aversion to
clothes. I don't know why but I expected him to be coy
in reply, but he was quite open about it and said that
yes, clothes were a bad thing. I asked him how he felt
about wearing clothes here in town, and he said that
it was the custom so he did it, but it wasn't good.
'Well, if it would make you feel better, when you work
here you don't have to wear anything,' I said, a bit
surprised at my own boldness. He looked at me without
saying anything, and I think he thought that I might
have been trying to make fun of him. 'Really, Samuel.
If you would feel better, I don't mind at all.'
Suddenly he grinned widely and thanked me, looking
very pleased as if he'd been given a special present.
'Now?' he asked. 'Um, yes, now is fine,' I said, a bit
taken aback by his enthusiasm.

Samuel removed his t-shirt to reveal his slim, strong
figure, his chest wide and flat and his nipples small
but prominent. The muscles of his abdomen ran in
successive ridges down to the top of his shorts,
though I couldn't linger on those for too long as he
bent over and took the shorts off, putting them and
the t-shirt on a chair near the door. 'Thank you,' he
said, looking very pleased in front of me. My eyes
immediately fixed on his long, well-formed cock, which
hung several inches down. His pubic hair was very
short and in tight curls on his body, and his balls
were thick and soft, the skin wrinkled and dark. His
legs were slim but clearly very strong, delineated by
ridges of muscle. He stood there for a second, and I
thought he was waiting for me to tell him to go and do
something, but I realised he was aware of my
fascination and was just giving me some time to have a
good look at his body. He was rightly proud of it.

He excused himself and got back to work, and I
returned to marking some papers which I'd brought
home. But it was difficult to concentrate with Samuel
coming in and out completely naked, his handsome body
catching my eye every time he entered the room. I
think he sensed my interest and was both amused and
flattered by it. I had no idea about his private life
or his sexual experience, but assumed it wasn't very
substantial given his age.

About 6 o'clock he set tea for the pair of us. I sat
at the table and he came over and poured me some
coffee. He stood very close to me so that his penis
brushed my upper arm, and I felt the touch like a jolt
of electricity. I felt my cock twitch inside my
underwear and a flush of heat colour my cheeks. Samuel
sat opposite me and we ate tea and talked about my day
at school and some of the gossip going around the town
at the moment. After cleaning up, Samuel brought out
his English primer. It was a routine part of my day
that I gave him an hour long English lesson each
evening, though previously of course he had always
been clothed.

We sat on the sofa together, Samuel cross-legged next
to me as usual. He normally had me wrap my arm round
his thigh as we sat together and work, but this
evening the action took on a new dimension given that
he wasn't wearing anything. He held my arm as if
sensing my shyness and the lesson went on. At one
point getting a joke in the text he laughed, waved my
arm up, then when he put it back down it came to rest
squarely on Samuel's long and languid cock. I gasped
slightly, turned on by the touch, and my own prick
began to swell slowly in my shorts. Samuel placed his
hand on the inside of my thigh, exacerbating the
aching in my groin. 'Do you like looking at my spear?'
Samuel asked out of the blue, nodding down at his
cock. I wasn't sure how to reply, but before I could
say anything he laughed and said 'It's OK, you can do
it. No problem.' He took hold of my hand and placed it
on his cock. 'Go on, Peter, you can feel it.' I smiled
and lightly brushed my hand along the skin of his
shaft. It felt wonderful, but I was too shy to
demonstrate how I felt.

'Can we play together?' He looked keen but also
tentative. 'How do you mean, play?' 'Well, at home we
boys often play with our things, just for fun. It's
not dangerous.' It was my turn to laugh. 'Well, I
didn't think it was dangerous. And I think boys
everywhere play like that at some time.' He grinned
and hugged me, and took my hand and wrapped my fingers
quite firmly round the shaft of his cock. As he did so
I could feel his member beginning to swell and move
under my touch. 'Take off your clothes,' he said,
grabbing my knitted shirt and lifting it over my head.
I stopped him for a moment to undo the buttons around
the neck, then allowed him to remove it. My right hand
was still holding onto his now stiffened cock when he
grabbed hold of the waist of my shorts and began to
tug them down. I lifted myself up and bit and he
pulled my shorts off quickly, down over my legs,
throwing them on the end of the sofa.

My erection was bulging in the front of my underpants,
and Samuel squeezed it, giggling at the sight of it.
'So big already!' Compared to his mine was decidedly
moderate, but it was nice of him to be so
complimentary. He pushed his fingers into the fly of
my briefs, and wriggled around until he came into
contact with the warm flesh of my cock. 'Hmm, good,'
he said.  I let go of his erection and stood up, and
Samuel pulled down my y-fronts, giving my upstanding
cock a kiss as it lurched out into the open air. He
flung my briefs onto the end of the sofa on top of my
shorts, then stood up and hugged me tightly, our
stiffened members squashed pleasantly together between
our bodies.

Samuel kissed me on the lips quite strongly, which
shocked me a bit, then stood back and took hold of my
erect penis and began masturbating me in firm long
strokes. I grabbed his black spear and pulled the
foreskin down, looking at the swollen, lighter skin of
the glans. Following his cue, I began jerking him off,
slowly and somewhat hesitantly at first but eventually
getting into a steady rhythm. Once we were pulling
each other's cocks, Samuel placed his other hand under
my balls, fondling and massaging them as he continued
to grind away on my cock. My free hand reached out and
stroked his chest, then ran slowly down his stomach
over the tensed muscles then back up again. I loved
the feel of his young lean body.

'Are you close yet?' Samuel asked. 'Mm, I think so,' I
replied. He removed my stroking hand from his cock and
moved to stand round behind me, hugging me tight so
that I could feel his erection pressed hard into my
backside. Then he reached around, one hand on my balls
and the other on my shaft, and he began jerking
furiously, whipping my cock this way and that,
squeezing and driving the stiff flesh so that I
quickly rushed towards orgasm. Samuel must have felt
my balls tighten up in their sac, and whispered yes,
yes, into my ears as he masturbated me furiously. I
couldn't hold back any longer and with a loud whimper
I felt my anus spasm and the hot rush of sperm along
the length of my raging cock. The jets of cum sprayed
out wildly as Samuel's hand kept pumping away,
flinging sticky fluid all over the floor and a small
table, until finally I could deliver no more, and the
final dribbles of cum ran over Samuel's hand, now
easing its motion as he whispered gently in my ear and
kissed my neck. I slumped forward, spent but feeling
elated.

'Now you do me, Peter,' he said, releasing me from his
hold and moving round to stand in front of me,
avoiding the small pools of semen that were spattered
on the floor. I did the same as he had done, hugging
him firmly and grabbing hold of his balls and his
erection with my hands. My own cock, now only half
erect, was squashed uncomfortably against his
buttocks, so I reached down and placed it along the
crack of his backside before reaching back round and
cradling his balls. Pressed close together like this I
could smell the strong male scent of his body and feel
the firm lean muscles beneath his flesh, both of which
stimulated me. I wasted no time and began to jerk him
off with long fast movements, clutching his firm black
rod tightly and working my hand along the full length
of his cock. Samuel was clearly very turned on, so I
increased my speed and the pressure I was putting on
his swollen erection. Holding him so tightly and so
close I could feel his whole body quivering with
pleasure, heaving rhythmically as he responded to my
stimulation. Without warning he let out a noisy groan,
and I felt his buttocks clench and his cock suddenly
take on a life of its own in my hand, leaping and
jerking wildly as pearly white ropes of semen spurted
from the head. He shot a surprisingly long way,
leaving long sticky streaks across the floorboards,
and I kept up an unyielding pressure and movement on
his cock until I was sure I had drained all he had to
offer. After I had pressed the last few drops of cum
from his cock, he pulled my hand away, turned round
and hugged me tightly. 'You are so good, Peter,' he
said, and from his expression I realised that he
really meant it.

Our cocks were still half rigid and sandwiched between
us, and I loved the feel of his naked body against
mine. 'I think maybe you should sleep here tonight,' I
said. Samuel stood back and looked at me. 'For
protection, you know,' I said, and he laughed at the
joke then hugged me again.

From then on Samuel lived in the house and shared my
bed. Our sex continued as before, though we also found
that we both enjoyed sucking each other off too, which
added to the variety. In the house Samuel was now
always naked, but although he tried to encourage me to
do the same, I could never quite bring myself to do
it. The closest I got was to wear my y-fronts around,
which amused him. One day I was bending over to pick
up something in the kitchen, wearing only my jockey
briefs, when Samuel pushed his hand firmly into the
crack of my arse, rubbed the outside of my underwear,
and said 'Maybe we can do it cow style.' I'd never
heard the expression, and stood up and asked him what
he meant. He explained that in his home area when boys
were herding cattle, they would often be wandering
alone with their herd for several days, or even weeks
at a time. Bored with wanking themselves, they would
sometimes tie a cow against a tree and fuck it from
behind. 'Where are we going to get a cow?' I asked,
intrigued by his story. 'No,' he laughed. 'When we are
together sometimes we play like this too. It's called
cow style.' He doubled over with laughter, amused at
my ignorance.

'So you want me to be the cow?' I asked eventually.
Samuel looked surprised. 'No, Peter, we will take it
in turns. Always share.' 'OK,' I replied. He smiled
and took hold of my hand, then led me over to the
kitchen table, bending me forward so that my arms and
chest were flat on the table. Samuel moved my legs
slightly apart and crouched down. I heard him spit a
couple of times onto his hand, then press the saliva
onto my hole and the skin around it. He rubbed away
steadily, pushing against the skin until he sensed my
muscles relaxing. Then he pushed inside me with his
finger, taking out every minute or so and spitting
again before re-inserting it. Slowly I could sense my
rectum becoming more lubricated and dilated, though I
wasn't sure how well I could cope with Samuel's
impressive erection shoved into me. He stood up again
and I could feel his cock, stiff and upright now,
pressed against my backside. There was more spitting,
but this time he was rubbing it all over his swollen
rod, then the moment of truth arrived and I felt the
warm skin of his glans press against my opening.

I was surprised - and relieved! - at how gently and
easily his massive sexual organ nudged then slid its
way inside me. I felt my rectum being pushed apart as
he drove steadily in, but there was no pain, only a
strong warmth filling my body. He let out a deep low
sound as the base of his shaft pressed against my body
and he sensed that he was fully inside me. He stood
there for a short while without moving, perhaps
enjoying the sensation, or perhaps letting me get used
to the weight and power of his large cock. Without
saying anything, he took hold of my waist and started
fucking me, using deep slow strokes that pulled his
stiff rod about three-quarters of the way out, then
pushed it back down to its full length. My whole body
was hot and I felt like his erection was filling every
part of me, sending a surge of feeling through my
whole being. As he got more used to me and my
movements underneath him, he increased the momentum of
his thrusting, plunging his cock deep inside and
pulling back with faster strokes, ramming in again as
my body was slammed forward by the force of his
driving. His breathing grew deeper and louder as his
pace increased, and I felt his huge cock swelling and
stabbing into the furthest reaches of my insides. When
the pumping reached a fever pitch and his breaths were
urgent and fast, I knew he was going to come. As the
head of his cock plunged deep into me, I felt his cock
throb and jump, and the stinging heat of his sperm
blast my insides. He kept pulling out and ramming in
his spurting rod, all the while moaning wildly and
tensing his body from the effort. The last few pushes
of his cock into my body were forced and slow, and I
knew he had finally spilt the last of his juices. I
felt a trickle of sweat fall from his body onto my
back as he grasped the base of his shaft and pulled it
out of me, his other hand pressed down on my back.

When he had pulled himself fully out of me, I stood up
and turned around. His face and body were covered in
beads of sweat and he looked exhausted. His cock was
swollen and slippery, hanging down but still partly
erect. I took hold of him and held him tight, and he
wrapped his arms around me and kissed my cheek. I
thought for a while that he might be too tired for any
more sex, but after a minute or two of hugging he
wiped the sweat from his body with a small kitchen
towel, then bent over the table as I had done. 'Go on,
Peter. You now.' My cock was almost fully erect, and
the sight of Samuel spreadeagled over the table made
it rise up to attention.

I was tempted to work on Samuel's rear entrance with
my tongue, but wasn't sure how he would react (later I
found out he would enjoy this very much), so I decided
to do the same as he had done. I collected a small
pool of saliva in my hand, then rubbed it on the tight
wrinkled skin around his hole, pressing into it with
the tip of my finger. I massaged the hole, and also
the base of his cock that ran down to his balls. I got
as much spittle on my finger as I could, then slowly
worked it inside him, pressing down then up, and
pushing in as far as I could go. Samuel seemed to take
all of this in a relaxed manner, and as my finger
probed and rummaged inside him there was no feeling of
resistance. I decided it was time for the main course,
and worked a large amount of saliva onto the head of
my cock until it glistened slimy in the late afternoon
light. I rubbed more saliva over the whole shaft of my
hard-on, then pressed the head against Samuel's anus.
I felt him relax his muscles as I pressed into him,
and in a short movement the head of my erect cock slid
inside him. I stopped for a moment, in part surprised
at what had happened, then gathering myself I pressed
on, shoving the full length of my erection into his
rectum.

When I had no more cock to push inside, I relaxed for
a second and enjoyed the feeling of being deep inside
my new lover. His body was very hot after fucking, the
muscles of his deep hole clamped tightly around the
slick skin of my highly aroused cock. Slowly I pulled
back, feeling my erection sliding out of Samuel, then
when it was about two-thirds outside him, I pressed it
forcefully back in, excited by the feeling of being
engulfed by his heat and constricted hole again. 'Fuck
me, Peter,' I heard him say in a quiet voice from
underneath me, and I responded by steadily increasing
the swiftness and depth of my strokes, pushing my cock
to the sides and up and down, trying to explore as
much of him as I could. I felt the stickiness of my
own back passage spasm first, then a sudden burning
and unrelenting thrusting of my cock as it lunged and
jerked inside Samuel. The stinging shots of semen
spurted from me like a mad torrent, and felt I was
unleashing my whole insides into him. As I pushed
forward each time I grunted loudly, and looking down I
saw that I, too, was slick with sweat from the effort.
When I couldn't force any more precious fluid from my
lunging rod, I stopped moving and tried to catch my
breath. I waited for a few moments, then pulled my
erection steadily out of Samuel's body. When it
flopped out, it was swollen and thick, covered in a
dark, slimy coating, and I could see some dribbles of
cum leaking from Samuel's hole.

Samuel stood up and turned round, then took hold of me
again. We kissed and I felt that his cock was already
firm and stiff again. The stamina of teenage boys! We
held each other for a long time, not wanting to end
the moment, but eventually went to wash before
returning to have some tea. This time we were both
naked, and after eating we went to lie on the sofa
together. I don't know whether Samuel was still
expecting an English lesson, but in the end we both
fell sound asleep on the sofa, and didn't wake until
about 1 am, when we dragged ourselves off to bed.