 This story was emailed to us by the storyteller. If you have a story why not email it to freedom4egypt@hotmail.com. TOUR OF DUTY Story for publication? My tour of duty I was walking through the souq in Accra, Ghana, several years ago now. I was not alone unfortunately, I was with two women who were on my crew. It was a sultry day and the place was very foreign to me, It was my first time in an African country. The smell of young black muscled boys was in the air as I walked up and down each row of the souq. They smiled at me, made comments to come over, "see what I have" one called. another said " I like your hair." I guess straight blond hair was not seen too often in this part of the world, they all starred at me, the white foreigner. I felt aroused by all these half naked men lined up around me behind their stores. I was so distracted as the girls shopped I was looking over every inch of those hot black beauties, big bulging cocks in their shorts, bubble butt arses, tight lean bodies I so wanted to experience them. I could see what they had and want to try it desperately, I needed to put my hand inside their shorts, feel those tight little arses, kiss those big fat lips, inspect those black cocks yet did not know how to play it? I walked on as I was thinking these desires, then I stumbled upon an area in the distance where I could clearly see shirtless men were lined up pissing against a wire fence. I could not believe what I was seeing, there were groups and pairs of men, some would finish whilst others would be leaving, an almost constant line of men was at the fence. They would flop their beautiful black tools out and piss for what seemed to me forever. Some had a bottle of water which they used to pour over their cocks to clean themselves when they had finished. I was watching this for several moments, the girls had moved on and saw none of this heavenly delight. There were many people around me who could see me looking at the men at the fence, I could not stop looking and did not care that others could see me watching. I was facinated. Suddenly a boy's voice next to me said, "hello... do you want to see what I have for you for later?" I said "what?"... as I swung around to see who it was at my side. He repeated the invitation and held out his hand for me to shake. I took his soft warm pink palm into my hand as a reflex action. In this part of the world and some other areas men dont let go after shaking your hand, It's a kind of signal that they are interested and like you. I find this very errotic, it gives me an instant stiring in the loins, I began to feel my cock harden in my jeans and a lightness in my head as if all the blood was going to my cock and not enough to my brain? as he held my hand . I was nervous and declined his offer, he was very cute and I am sure he saw me eying off the guys pissing and knew I was mesmerised by this. When I thought about it later he was going to take me somewhere and show me his beautiful black cock and muscled body, oh how I longed to touch every part of him, to take his member into my hot wet mouth, feel myself inside his tight little butt slipping in and out until I realease a wave of pleasure onto his back, I wanted to see what white boy cum looked like on a back boys skin. I wanted to see what my big white cock looked like going in and out a well lubed black butt All these thoughts as I walked on to find the girls, attempting to hide my hard on that would not go away. I regret to this day that I was too freaked out to do anything. Older and wiser now I will go back one day soon and finish what he started! and experience a long awaited fantasy of a beautiful blackman. |