The Panther and the Gazelle 5
The more I thought about it the more I wanted to kick myself. Dropping by like that, I knew what would happen if only willing to admit it. The following day I stayed well clear of the house and felt all the better for it. Strangely though, the day after that almost from the moment I woke, Francis was in my thoughts. He was coming to the end of his work and would be gone for good. Even if there was something about him that I didn’t gel with, nevertheless a part of me would regret not ever seeing him again.
Hour by hour as the day wore on he took up more and more of my thoughts till I couldn’t stand it anymore. I was quite some way off but I told myself that I could very well do something worthwhile at plot No.9 if I wanted. I jumped in the Land Rover and took off. All the time I made excuses to myself that I didn’t have to stop if I didn’t want to. In the end that part of me was talking to a brick wall.
I pulled up at my gate and jumped out. Quickly at first and then my fervour began to wane the nearer I got to the fence line where he was working. Before rounding the corner of the house, I stopped and tried to clear my head. But it was wasted. I stepped into full view so that there was no going back without taking the time to have a word.
“Good afternoon Francis. Thought I would drop by and seeing how you are doing. Better say thanks for the work you’ve done as you will probably be off soon.”
It ran out of me like badly rehearsed lines.
At first he said nothing, but then put down a post and slowly walked over to where I was stood.
“Thank you, it was a job I needed. I’m sorry you don’t have anything more, but perhaps in the future there will be a proper opening at the company.”
“Yes” I agreed. “Best time to try is November; sometimes we can’t get enough people then.”
“Thanks” he murmured.
We both stood looking at the fence knowing something had to happen. I looked up at him, physically dwarfing me, and our eyes met. He stepped towards his chair next the table holding his lunch box and sat down.
“I’ll be gone tomorrow or early the day after. A part of me will miss you.”
His admission of feeling stirred my feet and I followed. Without more ado, he undid the fly of his shorts and peeled them open. His eyes came to mine and his chin indicated where I should be.
Trance like, I knelt down on the lawn between his legs. He held the soft black rubber snake in his hand and invited me closer. I bent forward taking it. As soon as I did, it began to get hotter and fill out. An amazing organ! I watched it grow and harden till overcome with desire I opened wide and filled my mouth to satisfaction.
He gave me some time to play before a grunt or two let me know that things were progressing. Leaning forward in the chair, he placed a hand behind my head and pushed forward with his hips till I gagged. It was a sweet gag, I wanted it to fill me more but my body objected. Still, he grunted appreciation at my efforts.
I lost track of the time till he pulled my head off.
“Don’t make me come this way; you will like it better in your pussy.”
“Yes” I cried, willing to acquiesce to anything.
“Then pull down your shorts and turn around” he told me as though I was a child.
Moments later he was the child, grunting and moaning as his tongue licked my hole and fingers excitedly prodded and opened me wider.
“I said it before, but you really do have the best pussy in the world. What would I give to spend a whole day with you?”
I pushed back grinding my arse into his face.
I felt a sense of triumph in the opportunity to turn him on so much, that he could loose himself into my body as I knew I could sucking on his dick. Perhaps he knew we were evenly matched, turning each other on in different ways.
I got to the point where I had to tell him to stop and fuck me, but he was already reading my thoughts. I really needed to be split in two, feel that coming apart at the seams sensation. It came quick enough and as always I had underestimated the amount of stimulation and concentration needed to achieve it without crying out. Perhaps it was the slow build up throughout the day, but now it had arrived it was just what the doctor had ordered and I threw myself into it like a man possessed.
I came before him, spewing my milk into the grass beneath as he geared up to pound me to oblivion. I was drunk on lust and had lost all the finer points of touch and sensation by the time he was finishing. Instead I was conscious of Francis, this big black animal gorging himself on my body, feasting himself to satiation.
My dreaming came to a sudden halt as Ahmed rounded the corner carrying a tray with a pitcher of orange juice for Francis’ afternoon break. He was trying not to spill anything and was concentrating on where he was walking so didn’t see us for a while. I had come home later the last time, the fresh juice had already been on the table when I arrived, now today I had been so keen to get here that Ahmed had found us.
When he saw, the tray wobbled in his hand and he rushed the last few paces to the table to drop it there before he fell. He stood, jaw dropped and watched. Unconsciously his hand went to his crotch and I noticed he began to squeeze.
Francis leant over my back and whispered.
“Hope your house boy knows the facts of life. Looks like it the way he’s feeling himself.” He chuckled in my ear.
Of course he did, much more that even Francis would guess, but I was in no mood to start filling him in.
“Why don’t you take care of him” Francis whispered again.
“What?” I exclaimed.
“Kid, come over here” called Francis.
Ahmed hesitatingly did so. I knew he wouldn’t mind doing something, but it was with someone he didn’t know and that could be taboo. I also guessed he would be afraid to be the point of interest for anything sexual from Francis.
“Suck him” ordered Francis to both of us.
Ahmed looked at me wanting to know what to do. I nodded my head for him to come closer, which he did.
Francis stopped fucking me while Ahmed came over.
“Get it out and give it your boss to suck”
Ahmed looked at me again for approval, then opened the front of his shorts and pulled out his stiff dick.
“Suck him” said Francis again to keep us moving.
Ahmed brought it to my face and pushed into my waiting mouth. The action got Francis going again and he began his strokes in and out building up speed again. As he did, Ahmed lost some of his reticence and turned on by the sight of Francis plowing my arse, he began ramming faster and fast into my mouth. I had sucked Ahmed countless times already and once he was up to regular speed I was loosing it big time.
Francis grunted now with almost every stroke as he reached melting point. It was too much for Ahmed and he quickly came in my mouth hardly a minute or so after it all began. He took a step back watching intently as he squeezed out the last drops. Then Francis came and all my concentration was taken holding myself together as his last thrusts were lifting me off the lawn.
When he pulled out I heard Ahmed gasp when he saw the size. He looked at me really worried which made me smile. I noticed that he was still hard too, something that not escaped Francis either.
“The kid is full of it” he observed. “Let him have a second helping”
He had moved to the side and didn’t wait for my answer but pushed Ahmed to his previous position. He didn’t need telling twice and felt him between my legs. Francis bent down close to my face opening my mouth with his fingers. Slowly he came near and slurped his tongue around my lips and into my mouth. I was still full of Ahmed’s juice and instinctively knew this was what he was after.
I didn’t feel Ahmed enter at all, but I knew he was home when his crotch slapped my bum in his usual express mode. Even though I couldn’t feel much, when he came I did feel the warmth surge in my guts as he fired his second load.
Once done, Francis spoke to him sharply in Swahili. The effect was Ahmed quickly pulled up his shorts and with a look of fright, scooted back towards the house. I had to ask what he had told him.
“If he speaks of this to anyone, I will come back in the dead of night like a ghost and fuck him in his dreams for the rest of his life” or words to that effect he laughed. “You know how we are ruled by magic and curses, so it should do the trick.”
No wonder he looked shocked. I was laughing inwardly when I felt Francis use his tongue on my hole once again and knew what he craved for.
Before Francis got too worked up again, I had to leave and get back to work. It was a sound idea as it was already difficult to stand up, my joints everywhere stiff from the tension of the previous bouts. I think I would have had to be carried into the house if he had another run.
Work was a misnomer for that was the last
thing I achieved. The rest of the afternoon was spent with a constant hard-on
as my mind ran through every millisecond of what we had just done. Times like this I really wondered about
myself. Having gone from confirmed heterosexual to outdoor sex with two men and
loving it. Not any two men but one with a size that would have put me in
hospital was I still in