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By Mike W
I do not believe that there has been a story yet on
this group from the East African island of Zanzibar.
The name of Zanzibar is in itself, almost mythical,
conjuring up images of winding streets, colourfully
clothed women, intricate carvings, the scent of spice,
and exotic, mysterious history. The men wear the long
Arab dress( kanzu) with a small crocheted koffir on
their heads, and they openly enjoy playing with
themselves..
Zanzibar has been a trading post for many hundreds of
years. Its trading history involved early contact with
Persians, Hindus, Jews, Arabs, Chinese, Portuguese,
Phoenicians and Assyrians. Many of the settlers,
especially the Arabs and the Persians, intermarried
with the local Bantu people, creating the Swahili
language and a unique blend of African, Arab and Asian
culture. Until the revolution in 1964, Zanzibar was
ruled by sultans from the family of the Sultanate of
Oman for several hundred years. Islam is followed by
more than 90% of the people. Most of these people
regard themselves as being "Arab" although they come
in every shade and hue from very light shades to the
wonderful rich colour of the coastal African.
Likewise, their features range from the very
traditional Arab features through to almost pure
African.
During a motorcycling holiday there a couple of years
ago, I stayed for a few days in a wonderful coastal
village, in a small five-roomed guest house. I kept
extending my stay because Ahmed, the owner's son and
his friend, Haji,- both in their early twenties -
were so caring and helpful to me and the other guests.
They suggested beaches to visit, sights to see, things
to eat and drink, while never imposing upon the
guests. On my last day, I wanted to take a gang of
local NGO volunteers to a nearby island, where the
swimming and snorkelling is particularly good. Ahmed
and Haji organised the hiring of a local fishing boat
and off we set for a long day in the sun. While we
were on the island Ahmed and Haji kept their distance,
sleeping in the shade with Abdulla, Ahmed's cousin who
had also come for the ride.
In the late afternoon, a friend and I noticed that
only Ahmed was swimming. The other two remained on the
shore as the rest of us were cooling off in the
turquoise and aquamarine water. We asked Haji and
Adbulla why they were not swimming. They told us that
they could not swim. We therefore offered to teach
them. Haji immediately stripped off his T-shirt to
reveal a beautifully boned torso, with well-defined,
but not overdeveloped muscles. I had noticed his most
appealing face, with its wonderfully infectious smile
and almost perfect teeth, but I kicked myself that I
had not appreciated his wonderful body before. He
bears a strong mixture of African and Arab features
and that firm torso was the most magnificent tone of
rich dark honey. Haji came to me and Abdulla went to
be instructed by my friend.
I held Haji with the palm of my hand on his stomach,
while instructing him in the basic movements. He had
obviously tried to swim before, as he quickly
co-ordinated the arm and leg movements. I could not
take my eyes off the moving muscles on his beautifully
toned back. I started to get hard at the thought of
Haji, and yet I had him balanced in the palm of my
hand. I just could not resist him any more!
I told him that I wanted him to try to swim without my
assistance, but I would be there to support him in an
emergency. I told him to co-ordinate his arms and
legs. He moved forward through the water and I walked
with him, still with my palm on this stomach. Then I
could last no longer. I kept my hand still and let
Haji move forward, allowing my hand to pass over his
bulge – and linger briefly.
Haji completed several strokes before sinking into a
general confusion of coughing and splashing. I had not
really felt much under those boxer trunks, just a
vague feeling of his nuts. However, Haji wanted to
have another go straight away. I risked the same
exercise again. This time, my hand met the most
enormous rock-hard hard-on. I was in Seventh Heaven,
and no-one around knew! Abdulla and my friend were
now a hundred metres away. After another sinking, Haji
was keen to have another go. I thought I could detect
from his beaming smile that he was enjoying the whole
training. This time though, just as he was about to
more forward, he pulled in his stomach muscles , thus
allowing my hand to slip gently under the band of his
trunks. My hand was met with a total tangle of hard
cock, net liner and balls. It took a moment to
rearrange his cock, so that I could enjoy its gorgeous
silky texture and warmth. At last I had a better
handle to control his swimming…!
Just at that moment the fishermen called us all back
to the boat, as we needed to leave before the tide
turned. Haji fled to collect his clothes from the
shore. I sank into the water and tried to lose my
excitement as quickly as possible. Throughout the
return two-hour journey Haji sat beside me trying to
improve my inadequate Swahili. That evening everyone
was invited to meet up for a drink. Haji tagged along
with us, but he began walking slower and slower, still
engaging me in conversation. We were walking in pitch
darkness, so we had fallen behind the others. Haji
placed an arm on my shoulder and then around my waist.
I stopped to kiss him, but he brushed me off with a
very firm "No".
The next morning, I thanked Ahmed and Haji for their
wonderful help and said that I would like to send them
something. They both asked for some school books – I
had no idea that they were still at school! Haji
insisted that he rode pillion on my motorcycle as he
wanted to see me off the island from the ferry twenty
miles away. Shortly after we had left the village, I
had to break hard, to avoid a chicken which dashed
across the road. The sudden breaking thrust Haji right
up against my back, and I could feel a very hard cock
poking into my butt. After a couple of minutes, Haji
pulled back and I could feel him fiddling with his
jeans. He then tugged on my elbow and whispered
"Unataka kuchesa? ( Do you want to play?") as he
guided my hand to the open fly. My hand soon felt its
new friend from the day before, now free of the jeans,
and I managed to change gear with only one hand. I was
ready to burst. As we approached the port, my hand was
pulled clear and I returned to thinking about the
driving.
Haji waived me off on the ferry and I returned to the
UK to look for school books.
Some months later, I was sent on a business trip to East Africa. I
arranged to spend the middle weekend back in Zanzibar. I had remained
in touch with Haji by e-mail. I had also collected some useful books
for Ahmed and Haji's exam syllabus, some dictionaries and an old
computer for them to practice their keyboard skills. It is not
uncommon in Africa for boys to be still at secondary school in their
early twenties, as they frequently have to miss a year or two, while
other siblings go to school.
I arranged to meet Haji at a wonderful (gay-run) hotel in Stonetown.
This hotel has been sensitively created from two merchants' houses –
the Ismaili merchant's house has a restaurant on its roof. The Arab
merchant's house has the principal bedroom on its roof. This
consisted of a small room with a brass four-poster bed surrounded by
carved wooden screens and with a wide sunken bath on the roof. The
roof is completed private with wooden screens and a small aviary to
complete the exotic setting.
I took Haji to this room and gave him the books and the computer. We
discussed his schooling and his future training- he wanted to become
trained in hotel front desk skills after his exams. After about half
an hour, Haji stood up and came towards me. I also stood and he gave
me a great hug, burying his head in my chest. We stayed hugging for a
couple of minutes, but I could feel a stirring in my loins and also
lower down in Haji's. I gently lifted him up and took him into the
bedroom, placing him on the four-poster. We kissed. I pulled him
forward and took off his T-shirt to reveal his magnificent chest. Had
he developed a few more chest hairs, or was I imagining it?
I lay next to him exploring every pore of his upper body. He then
unbuckled his belt and felt my uncontrolled bulge. Soon his black
jeans were off, revealing small bright green briefs and a dong that
was stretching the briefs about an inch about the waistline. I could
make out the perfectly-formed head under the briefs. This I had only
felt before. I had yet to see the prize.
I just lay there taking in his beautiful body. He caught my eye and
said" Unapenda? Do you like? "
"Ndyo – yes"
I caressed his chest with my tongue. I found his nipples and worked
down to his navel, over the green briefs, where I detected a darker
green patch of pre-cum and looked up at him. " Hodi?- May I
enter?" "Karibu!- Welcome"
I held his cock in my mouth through his briefs and felt his balls
with my tongue. I then gently lifted the waistband of his briefs and
released his cock, which now peeped out of the top. I eased his
briefs down to his knees and then off completely. In an instant my
mouth engulfed his member, working up and down the shaft with the
tongue pressing the protruding vein. The beautiful 8" cut cock was as
taut as a pole. The head was perfect and firm, beautifully contoured.
I held it in my mouth and looked up at Haji, whose head was now
pressed back into the pillow, his back was slightly arched and his
eyeslids were fluttering in ecstasy. I looked down at his navel and
marvelled at the line of hairs extending above his pubes to his
navel. Each hair just shorter than the next, like soldiers in single
file in descending height. At that moment, I could not contain myself
and I came, still in my boxers..
Haji enjoyed every moment. His head tossed from side to side as I
continued to work his cock. I could feel his body tense. He raised
his shoulders forward off the pillow and suddenly exploded in my
mouth. We sank back into each other's arms and lay for ever in
silence. Was it five minutes or fifty-five? It matters not. We were
woken by the muezzin calling the faithful to prayer. Haji chuckled "
Nzuri?- Good?" "Safi!- Completely!"
Outside on the roof I ran a bath for the two of us. It was wide
enough for both of us to lie side by side. I soaped him all over and
he reciprocated. He was fascinated with my foreskin and began playing
with me again, until I became hard again and soon he had me coming
for a second time. We soaked for some time, until I got out and dried
and returned to the bed to cool off. Haji stayed in the bath for some
more minutes. He had a shower and then dried himself off. I stared at
his beautiful body caught in the dying minutes of the sun. His
muscles were exaggerated by the shadows. He was a vision of shear
perfection. He looked up and saw me looking at him and he said" Nina
furahi sana – I am very happy!" He finished drying, dropped the towel
on the side of the bath and walked the five paces back into the room,
with his still swollen but soft cock dancing to a different tune.
This vision of Haji walking so gracefully in the light of the sunset
and framed by the lattice Islamic arches of the room will remain with
me for ever….
We dined in the hotel restaurant. Haji did not stay the night, his
uncle would have worried worry about where he might be.
The following day, I was able to arrange his admittance onto a course
in hotel and catering skills
Haji did well on his course. Well enough to gain access to a training
course in the UK. Using some of my airmiles, I was able to get him a
ticket to London and secure his place on the course. He has now been
here for about eighteen months and he is making steady progress. He
is working hard at his studies, he shares an apartment with another
Zanzibari and he keeps himself with a part-time job as a security
guard. He has managed to save enough money to build himself a house
when he returns home.
I do not live in London, but I try to see Haji every couple of
months. I pick him up from my local station and bring him home for a
meal. We discuss all his problems on the course and he stays the
night.
Last week, Haji came to stay for one of our reviews of his progress.
When we went to bed, he said to me " Hamna chesa! – no playing!" I
said that I was quite happy with that. I have never put him under any
pressure to do anything he does not want to do. Haji decided not to
join me in my double bed. Instead, he made a mattress from cushions
and lay down beside my bed and we continued talking well into the
night, until one or other of us fell off to sleep.
My slumbers were disturbed at about 3.00am, by Haji, lifting my
duvet, letting in a blast of cold air and joining me. " Baridi sana! -
Very cold!" I rolled over to make more room for him and returned to
sleep. About an hour later, I woke suddenly as Haji rolled over onto
me. It took me some time to realise that he had done this
intentionally, as I felt a hot poker, still within its jeans, being
pressed into my side. He searched for my hand and he held it,
interlocking each of his fingers with mine and giving my hand a
strong squeeze. By now I was properly awake and understood what Haji
was wanting. I turned over to face him. I found his face in the dark
and gently kissed him starting with the forehead, the eyebrows, the
ears, the cheeks and nose, his mouth and chin. He had warmed up by
now, so I pulled off his shirt and unbuckled his jeans and pulled
them off. We lay in each other's arms, for some minutes, as I was
still quite sleepy, but I could feel that,with Haji's constant
tightening of the muscle in his zeb, he was wanting more. I worked
down his chest, gently freed his cock from his briefs, and settled my
face in his groin.
At first, I took a deep sniff of his ball-sack. I licked underneath
and around the sack. I sucked the sack into my mouth until I could
feel Haji becoming uncomfortable. I was still sleepy, so I snuggled
down to allow my head to give him head. I kissed his cock gently, I
tickled his slit with my tongue and I sucked his proud hood…
My arms were resting on his chest, and my hands gently hovered over
his chest hair and then each hand played with a nipple. Haji relaxed
as I continued tonguing his tool in a sleepy rhythmic way. Then I
felt Haji's rib-cage tighten and his chest stiffen. His thighs parted
( thus stimulating my nipples!) All was still. I rested my tongue
down the full length of his cock, which was now in my mouth.
Suddenly, I felt a ripple in his cock vein, starting at the tip of my
tongue, pulsating up to the head. Wave after wave, I felt each one
ripple up my tongue as he relieved his load of spunk into my mouth.
We lay there as one for several minutes. He broke the silence
with "Asante – Thank you… Ninapenda wewe – I love you!
I put on the light to mop up. While I carried out these duties, I
noticed that his pubic hair has developed. No longer is there a
single line of soldier hairs running up to his tummy-button. Now he
has a tousled mass of hair. He has grown!
We clasped hands once more and sank back into a deep and satisfied
sleep.
The next morning, I ran Haji back to the station so that he could get
his train back in time for class that morning. He hugged me and
whispered again "Nakupenda wewe – I love you"
Yes, Haji does love me and I love him. He is not gay. He just enjoys
sex. He will return to Zanzibar one day soon, with a strong bank
balance and some useful qualifications. He will build his house and
he will marry. I am sure that we will keep in touch – we are too
close for either to lose touch. He is a staggeringly beautiful boy
with an infectious laugh and a need to be satisfied occasionally…Who
am I to argue with that? Our lives have been greatly enriched by each
other.
Mike W.
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