The Maasai Boy

The Maasai Boy

The Maasai Boy

(Note: All characters are over the age of 18. The "boy" is 20. I hope you enjoy the story.)

I was obsessed. Obsessed with cock. Obsessed with what I couldn't have. I wanted it shoved into my throat, so deeply that I would gag a little, wondering if I could make it to my next breath, tears streaming from the corners of my eyes. I wanted to be pulled roughly onto it, strong hands grasping my hips urgently, and to feel it delve deeply into my ass, making me gasp from the suddenness of the intrusion.

In all honesty, I was obsessed with one particular cock, Lekun's cock, and I hadn't even yet seen it. Beautiful, strong, stately Lekun, the Maasai youth who carried a machete and quietly escorted me back to my tent each evening after dinner. Lekun of the shining ebony skin. Lekun of the glowing white teeth I'd glimpsed fleetingly, in those rare moments when I was able to coax a smile from him. So shy, so quiet. What lay beneath that reserved demeanor? Was there a lion or a cheetah waiting to be released? Was he slowly warming up to me, or was I just a rabidly horny, forty-year-old field researcher, so sex-starved that I was pouring all my lust into a Maasai boy half my age?

But had I perhaps seen an outline, a mere outline of my sweet Lekun's hardening cock, quickly concealed in the folds of his bright red-and-black checkered shuka cloth draped over his shoulder and wrapped around his torso? I like to think I had, and imagine that I was the cause of his tumescence, but I was less than sure. Was he slowly warming to me, lingering on the wooden veranda of my tent lodging at the far end of our safari camp? He would linger moments more each evening, so little more as to be nearly imperceptible, yet over the course of enough weeks and months these moments had expanded into precious minutes. My enchanting reward, after a long day spent studying the symbiotic nature between the hippos and the Yellow-billed Oxpeckers (rather apropos, I know!)

The highlight of the long days were these precious few moments with Lekun. A precious few moments for me to try to come up with something witty and interesting to say....an extraordinary challenge when my darling, handsome boy knew little English, and I knew even less Kiswahili than that. Was Lekun lingering a bit longer each successive night because he was interested in me as well?

It was such a maddeningly conservative culture here in Tanzania. The government prohibited all acts of homosexuality and if one was caught engaging in sexual relations with someone of the same sex, prison and even a life sentence was a distinct possibility. I must tread lightly as a visitor in this country. I knew this to be the wise choice, yet my obsession with Lekun and his as yet unseen cock was more than driving me to distraction and to forgetting what prudence was suggesting I should not.

"I appreciate you bringing me back here safely each night," I ventured.

Lekun looked as if he struggled to comprehend. I reached out and wrapped my hand gently around his bare forearm.

"Thank you, Lekun," I said more softly, more breathily than I had intended. Lekun's eyes widened. He seemed poised to yank his arm away, but did not do so. I lifted my hand from his arm and smiled at him. I chose to take the "non-yank" as a small victory.

"Good night Lekun". I quickly opened my tent and entered. My breathing was hitched and my body flushed with sensation. I hoped this would give Lekun something to think about, and that it would not scare him away.

Several more evenings passed. I was careful not to be so forward again. I noticed Lekun gradually walking closer to me over time. He would walk so close sometimes that our arms would touch as they swung, his smooth black skin swaying the hair on my arm, sending electric current straight to my cock. I was grateful Lekun was busy sweeping his flashlight looking for dangerous beasts, and did not notice the sudden strain in my khakis.

On this night, on my veranda, He was brave enough to look me in the eye.

"Sir, I like our talking, sir. English getting better."

I smiled encouragingly. "Jeff. Please call me Jeff," I nodded and pointed to my chest. It was not the first time I had asked. "We are friends now, Lekun, after all this time, no?"

He nodded back, looking a little unsure. Looking like maybe he wanted to say more.

"I...I am comfort with you...?" He said, with a bit of a question at the end.

"Comfortable? You are comfortable with me?"

He tried sounding it out. "Com-for-tah-bull. Means I am not scared with you?"

"It can mean that. You feel safe with me? Just like you keep me safe from the lions and the cape buffalo?"

He flashed a smile at that. No matter how few words of English the Maasai at camp knew, they all seemed to know the names of the animals in English. No doubt from answering so many traveler's questions about which animals were heard roaming the camp the night before.

"Yes, sir. Safe is good word for this. I feel safe with you." With that he quickly reached out and grasped my arm for a quick moment, whispered a "thank you," and fled my veranda before I could form a response.

After that night, I lingered longer after dinner, hoping that Lekun would then be less rushed to get back to the dining tent to escort other guests to their lodgings. I brought some work with me so I could look busy, and stalled until I was the only guest remaining and the staff were sweeping the floor and clearing the last tables. As I left the tent I saw Lekun there with another young Maasai man, who jumped up to accompany me. Lekun spoke some kiswahili to him, gesturing for him to stay, and then was quickly at my side. I smiled warmly and he appeared less self-conscious than usual when he smiled back. Whatever this might become, our relationship had certainly leveled up into the amiable friendship category and I was happy for that.

Lekun was walking still closer to me now, especially as we neared the end of the camp. I felt a charged connection between us and wondered if he felt it as well. Perhaps being so consumed with these feelings, I was too distracted. As we stepped up to my veranda my toes caught beneath the wood plank steps and I fell forward. Lekun tried to grab my arm, which only succeeded in pulling him down with me. My knee smarted, but I was not gravely hurt. Lekun, however, had nicked his arm on the machete blade. When I saw the blood seeping from his wound I insisted he come into my tent so I could clean and wrap it.

He was hesitant. Perhaps they had rules about the guards entering guest lodgings? I opened my tent, and pulled him inside. He would not bleed out on my watch! I pulled him to the bathroom (yes, bathroom-these tents are semi-permanent, nothing like your three-person Coleman tent you get from Walmart). I turned on lights and proceeded to wash his wound, then apply pressure with a clean cloth until it stopped bleeding. We were standing very close, but little was said, aside from a brief hiss of pain as I rinsed his wound with some alcohol. I felt his breath on the side of my neck as I worked, and I struggled to keep my attention to the task at hand. I felt the blood flowing to my dick and attempted to keep it in check. Lekun's breath seemed to come a little quicker as we waited for his bleeding to stop.

"Are you okay?" I asked. "Do you need to sit down?"

Lekun shook his head and held my gaze, with pleading eyes.

"What is it?" I asked.

"I...I don't have the words..."

"Try," I said as I lifted the cloth, and seeing that the bleeding had slowed considerably I applied some antibiotic ointment, a couple of butterfly bandages to hold it closed, and a gauze wrap over that. I had him set aside his machete, then moved him to the small wicker love seat and sat beside him.

"What is it, Lekun?"

He looked like a fearful child, with big saucer eyes, nearly ready to overflow with tears.

"Oh, my poor boy, come here," I said, pulling him into a hug. He felt stiff in my arms at first, but then softened gradually, burying his face in my neck. Within moments he began sobbing. I knew a warrior such as him could not possibly be crying about the relatively small wound I had just dressed, so I held and rocked him until he was ready to share more. Eventually he moved away, wiping his eyes.

"Sorry. Should not cry with guest." He started to get up to leave.

"No, Lekun. Stay. Tell me what's wrong."

He looked torn.

"Tell me." I took his hand and tugged him back down. I gave his hand a squeeze, then reluctantly released it. I nodded for him to go on.

"It is wrong." He looked ready to cry again.

"You can tell me anything, Lekun."

"I...I feel...things I should not...it is not right..."

I looked into his eyes, until I was as sure as I could be that he was saying what I thought and hoped he was saying. I took his hand again and wrapped both my hands around it.

"I feel them too, Lekun."

"But it is wrong. I can't..." He turned his face away. I reached out and turned it back.

"It's okay, Lekun. Love is never wrong."

He shook his head, but I could tell he wanted to believe me.

"Lekun, I want to kiss you. I have wanted to kiss you almost from the day I met you." I leaned closer to him. "May I kiss you?"

He looked frightened, as if poised at the top of a precipice, about to leap. I repeated my request, moving inches closer, but not touching him. He nodded, almost imperceptibly, and I closed the gap, gently whispering my lips against his, barely touching, then moving away. When he didn't retreat, I did it again. And again, until he leaned in more firmly, like a man crossing a desert, finally coming to an oasis of water, needing to quickly drink his fill, sate his unquenched thirst.

His passion was impressive once unleashed. His large lips pressed hard on mine and I teased them with my tongue until they parted for me, then I teased forward into his mouth and back again, until he followed me with his own. He tasted of mango and cumin. And lust unbridled. He pressed against me so hard that I fell back onto the arm of the love seat, and still he came, following my lips and into my mouth insistently with his tongue. His firm body anchored me and I felt his hardness press into mine. I groaned and pressed back. I reached under his shuka, caressing his strong back and trying to pull him still closer.

When he stopped for a moment to catch his breath the look in his face had changed from fear and sadness to a look of wonder. "I did not know it could be like this..." he said simply.

"I know," I replied.

"I do not know what to do..."

"You will know. I will help you. Your body knows, Lekun..."

I reached up and pulled his face into mine for a bruising kiss and arched my pelvis against his. It was his turn to groan. I pushed the shuka from his shoulder and reached for a nipple to tease first with fingers, then with my tongue. He was so exquisitely sensitive, and so innocent. There would be so much fun sharing pleasure with Lekun and initiating him to the delights of touch and sex.

"Let's move to my bed," I said. Lekun allowed himself to be led. I pulled off his shuka, and kissed each expanse of skin as it became uncovered. Finally, I saw it. A magnificent penis, with length and girth both. It stood tall and proud, veiny and as dark as he was. I kissed my way across his abdomen and knelt to worship his cock. He leaned back on his arms to watch as I came so close to his pulsing manhood, already dripping with delicious pre-cum. Or, I imagined it would be delicious. For now, I would tease my lovely Lekun, and give him every drop of pleasure I could.

I kissed the V lines of his lower abdomen, I kissed the tops of his legs. I kissed around the base of his cock and blew hot air onto his member. I gently licked some of that pre-cum from the head, and Lekun sucked in air between his teeth as his cock bobbed in the air, no doubt aching for something to thrust into. Soon enough, my ebony god, soon enough. I licked several strokes up the long shaft, then licked his balls, taking one in my mouth to savor. Lekun gasped and clutched at the comforter.

I could wait no longer. I must have my prize. I licked my lips, covered my teeth, and put Lekun's dark phallus in my mouth where it belonged. I swirled my tongue around the head and frenulum, then slowly descended a few inches, before coming up again. Lekun put his hands on the side of my head, and pushed his cock in a little deeper. When I looked up at my strong warrior, it seemed as if he had just realized what his body had done without his permission and he looked a little fearful again.

"I am sorry, sir," he said, as he removed his hands.

"Stop it," I replied. "Call me Jeff. You are not my servant."

I placed his hands back at my head. "Yes, yes, take my mouth, Lekun. Take what you want. I want to give it all to you."

I put my mouth back on his cock and placed my hands on top of his to push him, to encourage him to pull me onto his cock. He was being too gentle. I needed to betaken. I pushed him harder and slowly his cock continued its assault of my mouth. I groaned happily as he began taking over, thrusting into my mouth and simultaneously pulling me towards his groin, deeper and deeper with each stroke until he was hitting the back of my throat. He looked alarmed started to pull away again. I groaned, saying a "no, no,nooooo", with my mouth still stuffed with cock.

I grabbed his butt, pulled him up to standing, pulled him forcefully, as I simultaneously relaxed and swallowed, and his wonderfully thick cock began sliding into my throat. I pulled some more, but it was less necessary now, as the beast within Lekun seemed to be awakened at last and he plunged the final two inches into my throat. Delicious! What glory to have Lekun's cock firmly buried down my throat! I held on as long as I could, until my eyes began tearing, and came off only long enough to grab a breath and sink his thickness deep in my throat once again. And again.

Lekun wouldn't last long. His thrusting became more erratic and he tried to pull away. I would have none of it. I wanted every last drop of his seed. I held him in place, allowing him to slide only out of my throat but not out of my mouth. I needed to taste him, savor him, swallow him, carry some part of him inside me. Lekun grunted and held my head in place as he pulsed strings of cum into my mouth. I swallowed greedily until I could no more, for the pulses kept coming. Some dribbled out the corners of my mouth. I pulled off slowly, keeping suction on his still mostly hard cock, until it popped out.

I stood, up on my toes, reaching to kiss Lekun, kissing him hard and letting him taste his own cum. He eagerly returned the kiss and, brazenly for him, grabbed my ass. I suddenly felt seriously over dressed next to my naked Maasai warrior.

"Help me," I said, as I began unbuttoning my shirt. He undid my belt, and the zipper on my pants, and soon I was as naked as he was. I jumped on the bed, patting the spot next to me.

"Get up here, Maasai warrior!" Lekun's shy grin was a delight, and he obeyed.

I pulled him to me and held him tight. I couldn't stop my hands moving everywhere, touching his lithe, muscled body, tracing the lines between the sinewy muscles, kissing and sucking on his nipples, squeezing his ass. I wondered at the texture of his short hair, running my fingers through it. He seemed settled into a post-orgasmic haze, and happily did not appear to be having any guilt as of yet.

"That is so good," he sighed. "So, so good."

"I know!"

My hands were gradually wandering down his torso, and down to his not fully deflated dick. I touched it lightly, wondering how long it would take to rouse it for round two, and praying that he was not a bottom. I needed impalement on his impressive tool.

"Are you going to be in trouble for staying away too long?" I asked.

"Trouble?"

"Will they wonder where you are?"

"No, it is okay. I done working now. Bakari is night guard tonight."

"I love that for us," I said, wrapping my hand more firmly around his rising cock and tugging slightly. Lekun rolled toward me and came at me again with those soft, yet firm lips. I had never enjoyed kissing so much. Our tongues met and danced and his lips were able to fully cover mine. It was wet and hot and exquisite. I wanted so much more. He pulled away for a moment and looked unsure.

"What...can we do....Jeff?"

I smiled. He had finally used my name. "We can do anything you want, but what I'd really like is for you to fuck me."

"Fuck you??"

I suspected that if he had heard the term at all, it was in the shouted-in-anger sense.

"I want you to put this", I tugged gently on his member, "here." I got on all fours and pointed to my ass.

His face flashed disbelief, nervousness and intrigue in quick succession. Could he really be so repressed or so naive to have never considered this?

"You like that?!" he asked.

Oh, my sweet, innocent Lekun.

"I don'tlikeit, Lekun, Iloveit. I want you inside me. Ineedyou inside me."

I am not sure he fully understood the semantics of like/love and want/need, but his cock was bobbing at full mast again. It seemed fully cognizant of what was being asked of it. Lekun's cock wanted what I needed.

I reached for the lube on my nightstand, squeezed some onto a finger, reached back and pressed that finger into my ass. I did it twice more for good measure, the last time with two fingers. I hadn't taken a cock in a long while, stuck out here in the Serengeti. And I hadn't taken a cock of Lekun's girth in.....well, maybe ever. Lekun's eyes widened as he watched me wince a bit in discomfort with the second finger added. I hoped to teach him how to properly prepare me later. I lacked the patience for that right now.

I took another dollop of lube and liberally coated his phallus with it. I crouched on all fours, then laid my head on the bed. I spread my legs wantonly, and reached back to pull my ass cheeks wide, exposing my pucker.

"Get behind me, Lekun. Rub your cock over my hole."

He placed his cock between my cheeks and I started writhing and rubbing against it. We were both making guttural sounds, enjoying the friction. On one of the passes I wriggled until his head was perfectly centered on my anus. I took a deep breath and pushed myself backwards. Damn! He felt like a battering ram. It would not go in. Well, ithadbeen awhile since I'd been breached. I would not give up so easily. I slathered more lube on his weapon, and more on my ass. I lined him up once more, took another breath and this time bore down as if going to the bathroom.

"PUSH!" I implored.

He leaned in with his weight and the head popped in.

"FUCKIN' A,"I said trying not to scream and alarm the neighboring tent. Lekun was a seriously big boy.

"You okay, sir? Want I should take out?"

"Don't you dare take it out. Just stay still for a minute."

I tried to slow my breath and to release my sphincter. After a few moments, I began slowly working myself forward and back with shallow strokes. I could feel every ridge of Lekun's beautiful cock slowly snaking deeper into my body. I'd be lying if I said it didn't hurt a little. But it was a good hurt, a necessary hurt. I'd needed Lekun's cock for so long. I needed him to touch all those places deep inside that only a rampant cock could properly scratch. I had a months long itch for him, exactly like this. Once I had his cock about half buried in me, I pleaded again.

"Please push, Lekun. Take me! Fill me with your huge cock!"

He must have been seriously holding back from pounding into me, because once I asked, he immediately leaned forward, putting his weight behind his cock and slowly slid it all the way home. Yes, this was his cock's home now. I hoped he'd consider signing a long term lease.