Davids pojkvän från novellen Madongo råkar illa ut och måste fly...

Considering our very different backgrounds, it is strange that David and I became such good friends. His father is a professor at a local university and his family is rich and part of the upper class in Kampala whereas I don’t have any family at all. My mother died when I was very young and I have no idea who my father might be, I don’t think that my mother knew either, because she was… Well, her profession was not very respectable. I spent most of my childhood in the local orphanage and there, for some odd reason, I met David. I don’t really remember how it happened, but his mother was on the board of the orphanage and David was waiting outside when she was in a meeting or something.

Anyhow, we became friends, his mother thought that it was just lovely and I started to spend a lot of time at their place. I have later been told that they actually considered adopting me, but when his father found out about my mother, he said no. So, I didn’t get a brother but we remained friends and later, when David went to college and I worked at a gas station, we used to party a lot together. At this time, I had my own place and David often, when he was too drunk to go home, slept over with me in my bed.

One Wednesday night when I was coming home from work, I noticed that there was a party going on next-door. My neighbors were two girls who often threw wild parties, but usually during weekends. David and I had standing invitations and we had been there on many occasions. The girls claimed to be lesbians, but it was probably not completely true, as David and I had been there fucking them at least once a month. I was rather tired, but when one of the girls dragged me in, I thought that I could come in for a quick drink.

The place was full of young people and I soon discovered that they were all strangers to me. I then found out that they were a group of British college students visiting the local student union. When I went to the kitchen and took a beer out of the fridge, I was suddenly surrounded by four guys also coming for beer. We started talking, first about this and that, but soon they started to ask questions which became more and more personal and intimate. Finally, they admitted that they thought that I was absolutely gorgeous and that they would like to have sex with me. I told them that I was not gay but they kept telling me about the wonder of gay sex and I must admit that, for a moment, I was almost ready to go to their hotel to fuck with them. However, there was four of them and I was not sure that I could survive such an orgy, so I told them that I was tired and that I had to work the next day so I had to decline their offer.

Before I said goodnight, I reminded them that homosexuality is illegal in Uganda. They promised to be careful and then I went home. Although being tired, I lay some time awake, thinking about what the guys had said about fucking and getting fucked in the ass. I got a rock-hard boner and I finally had to use my hand to ease the pressure in my balls…

On Saturday night we were again doing “Kampala by night” and, once again, ended up very drunk at my place. We usually slept in our underwear, but this time when I took off my jeans somehow my briefs went at the same time, David looked puzzled but then he also stripped and we went to bed completely naked.  

In the morning when I woke up, my cock was hard as a rock and, without thinking what I was doing, I started moving it up and down in David’s ass crack.

- What are you doing?

- I am so horny; do you mind if I fuck you up your ass?

- Are you mad, we are not gay, at least I am not? Are you?

- No, I just want to fuck, and the only fuckhole here is your ass. They say that it can be very pleasant getting assfucked.

- Who is saying that?

- Some gay guys I met at a party last week. They wanted to fuck me and they wanted me to come to their place but I chickened out and said that I had to go home.

- Would you have let them do it? How many were they?

- Four. That is partly why I did not dare to go with them.

- If it had been only one guy, would you have let him fuck you?

- Possibly, they said that I didn’t know what I was missing if I had never got fucked.

- Okay, let’s do it, but I want to fuck you first. Would you let me do it?

- I’d love to, but I didn’t think that you would.

- Now you have got me horny too so let me see your ass. Do you have any lube?

- Only the cooking oil in the kitchen.

- That will do, go and get it.

I lay on my back and he lifted up my legs on his shoulders. He then put some oil on his long and thick cock and started to push it into my ass.

- Easy, it hurts, but don’t stop.

- Is it as nice as they said it would be?

- Not yet, they said that it would hurt at first but it would pass in a moment.

He slowly pushed until all of his thick black cock was inside me. Then he started to fuck me and I really enjoyed it. Suddenly without any warning my hard cock erupted with a thick squirt of cum although neither of us had touched my cock at any time during him fucking me.

- Where did that come from?

- I don’t know, but it was amazing. Keep fucking, I might cum again.

He started fucking harder and I suddenly shot a second load which hit him in the face as he was leaning over me.  Shortly after that I felt how he shot his load deep into me.

-That was really incredibly. It was true what the faggots said. You really have to try it too.

I got up and took both our cocks in my hand and transferred oil and cum from my cock to his. I then bent him over the bed and went behind him and started to push. It seemed to me that it really hurt him when I entered but he didn’t complain. I then started to move and when I hit the first hard thrust, he started to shake.

- Ooof! What did you do? That was really something.

- I think I hit your prostate. That is what they told me would happen.

- Don’t stop. Fuck me harder!

I banged him violently for at least ten minutes and when I finally shot my load into him, I think that he had during that time cum at least three times and the bed looked rather soiled.

- Are we gay now?

- I don’t know, but I think we should do this again. This was the most amazing thing I have experienced in my life.

- I agree, let’s do it every day.

We then continued fucking each other almost every day, but we had to be very careful as gay sex is strictly illegal in Uganda and we would have gone to jail for a long time if we had got caught.

Then one day David’s father found out that he had accomplished nearly nothing at the college. He was very angry and said that he would send him away to study somewhere else and not let him come home until he had a degree. David protested and said that he didn’t want to go away as he liked it here in Kampala. His father just told him to shut up and in less than a week he had somehow managed to get him a scholarship to a college in Oxford and very soon my fuck-buddy was gone and I was all alone.

I felt that my life was so empty when David had left. I cursed his father for doing this to me. I had sort of lost my appetite for having sex with girls, of course it was nice, but something was missing. I so much missed the sore feeling in my ass the next day, reminding me of having been fucked hard several times by David’s huge cock last night. I knew that I had to find someone to do that to me, but it was dangerous and not very easy to do that. I tried gay chats online, but everybody was very suspicious, as the police was known to be lurking there also.

Finally, I got an address to an underground gay bar, and, after hesitating for almost a week, I went there. Just my luck, I had found a nice-looking guy and we were sitting in a dark corner with our hands down each other’s pants when the police raided the place. The guy somehow managed to get away through some back door, but I got busted, and was soon on my way to the police station. There they soon found out everything about me, name, address and that I did not have any family or friends in high places who could vouch for me. They told me that I was to go away for a long time and put me, along with five other guys, in a car bound for the prison which was just a few miles outside the city.

When the car had to stop at a railway crossing one of the guys somehow managed to open the door and we all ran away, all of us in different directions. As there were only two guards in the car, they did not have any chance to catch us all. I hid behind a rock and saw how the guards chased those running away from the train track. The train was a slow one so I quickly ran towards it and jumped aboard, taking me back to the city. I went home and collected a few things and left before anyone would come there and arrest me. I then ran through back streets to the gas station where I worked and went to sleep on the sofa in the office, hoping that the police would not come and look for me there.

My boss woke me up in the morning and asked why I was there, as it was my day off and my co-worker Will was already outside filling up a truck. I told him that I had to go away, he did not ask any questions, he just went to the safe and gave me the salary he owed me, he even paid for the whole month although it was still ten days left.

-  I am sorry to see you leave and I wish you the best of luck wherever you are going.

- If the police come and ask for me, please say that it is my day off and that you have not seen me since yesterday.

- I will do that. I am not asking where you are going, but how do you plan to leave?

- Actually, I don’t know. I just have to go away…

- Well, Will is there outside filling up Frank’s truck, maybe he could give you a lift.

- Good idea, I’ll ask him.

Frank was a trucker who was driving to Mombasa once a week.

- You want a lift, okay, just hop in. Whereto?

- Do you think I could go with you as far as Mombasa?

- Yes, no problem. So, you are leaving town?

- No, I am leaving the country. What about the border to Kenya? I don’t have a passport.

- I know the guys at the border. They usually don’t tell me to get out of the truck, they just check the seal on the trailer. You can hide on the bed there behind me.

- Do you sleep there? It’s a long way to Mombasa.

- No, there is sort of a truckers’ motel outside Nairobi where I stay for the night. Now let’s get moving.

When we were safely outside the city and I stopped nervously looking around to see if there were police cars around, Frank looked at me and told me to relax.

- You have not told me why you have to leave the country. Are the police after you? What have you done?

- Um, there was sort of a raid at a place where I was last night and I got busted…

- Oh, I didn’t know that you like boys. A friend of mine was there too, but he got miraculously away during transport to prison. He called me this morning and told me something about a train…

- Yes, I was in that car too. That is why... So, you have gay friends?

- I have nothing against gay people. Actually, I like to have a tight boy pussy now and then. Now I have an idea about how you could pay me for the ride. What do you say, would you like to have me inside you?

- Please, pull over. I’d like you to fuck me here and now.

- No, you’ll have to wait till we get to Nairobi. But you can give me a blowjob here and now, if you wish.

He opened his zipper and took out a very large cock, it was even larger than David’s even if it was not quite hard yet. When I started to suck it, it grew even larger, and I was sure that if I was to get that monster up my ass, I would feel it for a week afterwards. But I really wanted that to happen and as I sucked Frank’s cock, my own was soon hard as a rock in my pants. He shot a gigantic load down my throat and I swallowed every drop of it.

- You are quite a cocksucker, that was a good one. I will not need the services of the local toy boys in Nairobi tonight…

We passed the border to Kenya without any problem and after some hours we stopped at the truckers’ place in Nairobi. There was a bunch of boys and girls sitting around a table outside, and when we arrived some of them got up and walked towards our truck, but when I got out and they saw me, they turned around and went back to the table.

When we got to our room, I at once stripped all my clothes and lay down on my back on the bed and lifted up my legs towards the ceiling.

- Please, fuck me now, do you have any lube?

- It is usually on the house, check the drawer in the nightstand.

There was a jar with some lotion in the drawer and Frank put some on his now once again rock-hard cock. Then he started to push it into my ass, it hurt like hell but I didn’t care, I just wanted this more than anything. When he was all inside, he adjusted my legs on his shoulders and took a firm grip on my hips.

- Ready?

I was just in heaven so I could not speak so I just nodded. He slowly drew out almost the whole thing and then he, with one hard thrust, slammed it back into my waiting pussy. I almost passed out and I felt how my cock erupted with an enormous load that hit Frank in the face. He didn’t seem to notice that and continued to fuck me harder and harder until he finally blasted his load so deep into me that I almost felt the taste of it.

- Wow, none of those boys out there has anything like that. Your ass is just amazing. That was the best fuck I’ve had for years. Did you like it?

- Just give me a minute, then you can do it again.

- Well, let’s go and have something to eat first. I’ll have you for dessert then…

We put our clothes on and went to the diner across the street. While we were waiting for the food a man who was looking just like Frank came to our table.

- Hi, bro. Have you found a new boy? I did not see him when I arrived.

- No, he is not a toy boy, he is my passenger. Tommy, this is my twin brother Peter.

- Passenger you say. So, you have not done him?

- Yes, he begged me so I had no choice. I had hardly entered the room before he was naked on the bed asking for lube.

- He looks like a good boy; I might come for a visit later…

When we had eaten and had some beer we went back to the room and found Peter sitting outside waiting for us. Frank suddenly looked unsure and asked.

- Do you think you can do this? I mean both of us?

- I have not been fucked for some time and I need now to get everything that I have been missing, so, yes, I’m all yours for the rest of the night.

- Frank, do you have a cushion in your truck? I think that Tommy will need to sit on it tomorrow.

And that was true, my ass was absolutely sore in the morning. I had no idea how many loads I had got, as I had streams of cum running down my legs when I got up. Both brothers thanked me for an amazing night and I thanked them for getting my pussy back in business.

*****

- Well, here we are, this is Mombasa harbour. Where do you want to go?

- Somewhere I can find a job. Any idea?

- You see the bar over there. They have a billboard where you might find something.

- OK, I’ll check it out. Thank you so much for the ride and for last night.

- My pleasure, you have an amazing ass. Good luck for the future.

I entered the bar which was almost empty. There were only two Asian guys sitting at a table drinking beer. One was about my age and the other a bit older, maybe about 30. I looked at the notes on the billboard but there was nothing suitable for me, having no experience of the kind that was needed for the jobs. As I stood there thinking about what to do, suddenly the younger Asian guy was there.

- Looking for a job?

- Yes, but it seems that there is nothing for me…

- Could you think about a job on a ship sailing in a few hours?

- That would be fine. There is nothing keeping me here.

- Come…

He took me to their table and the older guy told him to bring me a beer.

- I am cook on the tankership over there and my assistant just ran away this morning.

- Ran away?

- Yes, he was from Kenya and he probably got homesick or something. We were not scheduled to come here; we were heading for the Suez Canal when they got some problem in the engine room and we had to come to Mombasa for some spare parts. He just left a note saying that he was going home. Could you think of talking his place?

- Yes, if it is only possible. I don’t have a passport; I just have a Ugandan driver’s license.

- Well, the only ones on the ship who know that Ali has disappeared are the two of us, me and Hin. He was just about your age and your size, actually he could have been your brother. He was also quite shy and I never saw him talking to any other members of the crew so I think that nobody actually knew him. Therefore, if you don’t mind being called Ali, I think that, if you come back to the ship with us, nobody would notice that you are not him.

- Sounds fine to me, what would the job be?

- Just helping me, washing pans and kettles, nothing complicated.

- OK, I’m ready to come with you.

- Fine, drink your beer, we have to get to the ship soon. Now I have to go and take a leak.

When he had gone, Hin turned to me.

- There is something that you should know about Ali leaving. I know why he left. We were sharing a cabin and I am probably the only one he told that he actually didn’t like what Cook did to him. You see, Cook likes young black boys and especially their ass, if you know what I mean. So, if you don’t think that you can let him do to you the same as he did to Ali, maybe this job is not for you after all.

- He wants to fuck me up my ass? Sounds great! Does he do it every day?

- Ali told me that he does it several times every day. Do you really like getting fucked?

- Yes, I am gay and I just love it.

- No problem then. Let’s go to the ship.

When we came down to the jetty, I looked at the ship. It was really big.

- What is that flag, it looks like the American one but it has just one star.

- Yes, it has stripes but one star and a crescent moon. It is the Jalur Gemilang, the flag of Malaysia.

- So, this is a Malaysian ship. What does the name mean?

- Bunga Melati, it means Jasmin flower in Malay.

- Are you also from Malaysia? I thought you might be Chinese.

- Yes, I am a Malaysian Chinese. My family lives in Penang.

- What about Cook?

- He is Malay and from Sandakan where we loaded the cargo of Palm Oil, that is in Borneo.

By now we had entered the ship and we met several crew members and nobody seemed to notice that Ali was not Ali anymore. We went to the ship’s kitchen, Hin told me that the correct word for it was galley, and Cook showed me around.

- Hin, now take Ali to your cabin and when he comes back, I hope that he is wearing what Ali used to wear.

The cabin which I was to share with Hin was quite big and I found that Ali had left all his clothes behind, which was good as I did not have anything but what I was wearing.

- What did he mean, what did Ali wear?

- He wants you to wear a T-shirt.

- No problem, I am wearing a T-shirt.

- He wants you to wear just a T-shirt.

- Just a T-shirt? Nothing else? Not even…

- No, it is easier for him to do what he wants to do if you are wearing just a T-shirt.

- OK, I can do that, but I think that the one I am wearing is not big enough not to show…

- Try one of Ali’s. They are quite large…

I put on one of them and it really went halfway down my thigh so nobody would know that there was nothing else down there. It was a strange feeling but sort of liberated, letting the cock swing free. I just wondered how it would look if it was to get stiff…

On the table by my bed was a jar which seemed to contain some lotion. I asked Hin what it was.

- Yes, it is Vaseline. Cook sometimes paid a visit also in the evening. I don’t know what he was doing as Ali always asked me to leave, he did not want to have me here watching…

- Well, if he comes to see me, you don’t have to go anywhere. I sort of like having an audience…

- Really, I really could be here watching. I have never seen a guy being assfucked before. But now, I think that Cook is waiting for you.

Cook looked very happy when he saw me entering the galley and I soon felt his hand checking that I was not overdressed. He squeezed my ass and I felt a finger poking at the entrance of my boicunt.

- I suppose that Hin told you about my hobby… What do you say about that? Would you let me…

- I can’t wait. Hin told me that you used to do it several times a day with Ali.

- Yes, he did not like it very much, but you have no objection?

- No, actually I spent last night in Nairobi with two truck drivers. Would you like to test what I’ve got?

I bent over the table and Cook took out his cock and put some oil on it. It was quite long but not as thick as those I got fucked with in Nairobi. Then he entered me.

- You are not as tight as Ali, but that maybe because of what you did last night. Feels very good though.

He banged me for about 15 minutes and I really enjoyed it, thinking that I was to get that every day, several times. This was to be the best job I ever had…

When he had finished, Cook showed me where everything was in the galley and what my duties were. The whole thing was very simple and I would have no problem managing it. Then he told me to wash up some kettles and pans and when I started doing this, I felt how his hand again was on my ass and a slippery finger entered my hole. Soon he was banging me again, and I must admit that it was not easy to concentrate on what I was doing while being fucked hard at the same time.

- Aah, that was nice. You have an amazing ass, and I am so happy that you like it. Ali didn’t, and he often asked me not to be so rough, he said that his ass was sore all the time. I then could not fuck him every time I wanted to do it.

- How often did you usually do it?

- Well, I must do it first thing in the morning. My morning wood does not go down without a good assfucking. Then I usually did one or two rounds during the day, and sometimes once in the evening. Did Hin tell you about my late visits in your cabin? What do you think? How much can you take?

- You can do me every time you get a boner, and I look forward to your evening visits. If you have a wet dream and get hard during the night, just come over and fuck me in my sleep, the Vaseline jar is where you left it by the bed. And don’t be too gentle, I have always thought that you have not got properly fucked if you cannot feel it in your ass the next day, or rather also the day after that.

- So, you like it rough?

- Yes, soft fucking is for girl pussies, a boicunt needs more violence…

- I will make that feeling in your ass permanent. Do you think I fucked you hard enough just now? I think that I could do it even better.

I bent over the table, spread my legs and lifted up the helm of my T-shirt.

- Show me, I see that you are up again. Yes, Yes, YES! That’s more like it!! Now you are getting close!! Is that the best you can do? That is even better! Aaah! AAah!! AAAH!!!

- Oohhh, that’s it. I don’t think I can make it much harder…

- That was just amazing, please do it like that every time…

- I’ll try…

 *****

The ship sailed in the evening and when we went to our cabin, I asked Hin where we were going.

- It is somewhere in the Baltic. I think it is in Sweden, but I cannot remember the name of the place.

The cabin was very hot, so I stripped the T-shirt and put on a pair of Ali’s shorts. His butt was probably smaller than mine as the shorts were kind of tight, which gave me a clearly visible boner. Hin looked at my crotch and shook his head.

- It is quite a large one you’ve got down there. Do you also like fucking guys up their ass, and how can they receive something like that? If you put that one in me, you’d split me in half.

- Do you want to try?

- No, no, no. Just asking…

- The ass muscle is more flexible than you think. With a little training, you can receive quite large things. I will show you some day, if you are interested.

- No, no, no. Just curious. I am not gay. I have a girlfriend in Penang.

- So, have you fucked with her recently? Or with a hooker in some port?

- No, I have not had sex with any girl for over six months.

- Just with boys then?

- No, no, no. I did not mean that. I don’t fuck with boys…

- Not much of a sex life then?

- Well, my right hand…

At that moment the cabin door opened and Cook entered.

- Good evening! Hin, would you mind…

- No, he does not have to leave. I have told him that I like to have an audience…

- OK, then just lose those shorts…

Ten second later I was lying on my bed with my legs on Cook’s shoulders while he was banging me as hard as he could. Hin just stood there and watched, and I saw that something was growing in his pants. When Cook had shot his load into me, he thanked me and left the cabin. Hin already had his hand on the toilet doorknob when I stopped him.

- Where are you going? Nobody is wanking in this cabin as long as I am here.

- Do you really want me to fuck you?

- Yes, of course.

- But I don’t fuck with boys…

- Bullshit, just take out that hard cock and put it where it belongs.

- But I am not gay…

- You don’t have to be gay to fuck a boicunt. If you are straight and horny and the only hole available is a boy’s ass, then you have no alternative but to fuck him.

He still hesitated, but when I opened his pants and took out his cock he did not protest, and when I bent over the table in front of him, he grabbed my hips and trusted it into my now quite slippery ass and started to fuck me violently. He did not last long before he filled me with an enormous amount of cum. When he exited me, streams of it ran down both my legs.

- Your right hand has not been working recently. How did you like your first assfuck with a boy?

- It was amazing although you are not as tight as my girlfriend…

- Well, I spent last night in Nairobi with two large truck drivers, and then Cook has fucked me four times today, so maybe it explains why it is not as tight as it sometimes was.

- He has fucked you four times and you still wanted me to do a fifth round! How much can you take in one day?

- I don’t know. Sometimes I feel that I cannot get enough. You should try is sometimes, getting assfucked is just wonderful. If you have not experienced it, you don’t know what you are missing.

- Maybe so, but I will never let you fuck me with that one. It is simply too large.

- You should never say never. We have a long voyage ahead and nobody knows what might happen before the end of it…