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Chapter 28b
A slight detour in a story that has had so many I loose track. If you are not of legal age or are offended by man on man sex especially of a less than pure kind please find something in the no sex sextion.
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Chapter 28 b
Runihuru and Khozito
I had met the man in his silvery robe a little more than an hour before. I planned from the moment I left him to find Khozito to help him in whatever way I could. He had treated my sister and mother with more tenderness and care than either had received in my memory. I didn't know if the festival would interest him but I had the feeling as a Non-Rwandan that he would be interested and might be persuaded to take us with him when he leaves the country although we neither had a Visa.
Khozito hates that I still sell my body. It is the only way I can make enough money for the two of us to rent a room and eat every day. He doesn't really have a job, he volunteers with the national cleanup squad that had been working everyday since the revolution. He might pick up trash today, mop the street tomorrow or flush out the street sewers. He is fed a mid day meal that if it necessary could be enough for him to survive on. Since leaving Compound W he had been spending his free time trying to learn languages, telling me that foreigners would start returning to the nation and they would to be able to speak with our fellow Rwandans that were now only speaking one language rather than the three they had spoken only 50 years earlier.
I didn't have too hard of a time finding Khozito, the squad he was working with was cleaning the Plaza. Not only sweeping and moping, they were also washing anything below the tallest guard's eye level to be sure anything the the tourists might touch would be clean. When he saw me waving to him he snuck away. He had a friend that would create a diversion every time he needed to get away. I never asked what he did for the boy. I hate to think my friend was trading blow jobs for the favors but I have the feeling that he had to and really didn't mind as the boy was a handsome, young Hutu.
Although the real crowds would be there tomorrow there were at least double the normal numbers of people in the streets. There were two groups out preparing for every parade, one that was making sure that the city promised dividers that would keep the people watching from rushing the parade were set from the beginning to the end of the route they would take. They would be out all day, if a barrier was not there the group would simply move one from another route so they were kept busy playing a game to checkers with the barriers that would last until their parade had reached the Plaza and dissolved into the chaos of the festival.
The other group would walk the route every hour or so to be sure that no one had disturbed the VIP viewing booths that were the financial base to every parade. The VIP parade watchers had started making enough of an income once more, they were no longer able to spend the time working to make a success of the parades so were giving back the only way they had time to. Every parade was required to keep two seats in the VIP area empty, the King and one of his wives might show up at their parade and no organizer wanted King Ricard to have to stand, moving from parade to parade he would be getting more exercise than those marching.
The parades were short, most not having more than five or six entries. We passed at least a dozen of those at the staging areas. It was common for the parades to start about an equal distance from the plaza and march into town Some of the parades would all be on foot with every member of the organizing group to be carrying a specially designed dildo they could wave over their heads to those watching. Then there were the groups that had a penis made of plaster of Paris that would be carried on the shoulders of either the men or women. The longest parades would be those that not only paraded the penis but also a set of balls through the street praising virility the entire time, if the marchers felt they were especially long they would have their own cocks waving at the crowd also. If I ever join one of these groups I'm going to walk the entire parade with my cock at attention.
The last of the parades would go to elaborate lengths to make it appear as if the balls they paraded were attached in some way to the penis, some of them even made it look as if the balls had never seen a razor.. Often they would have smaller penises for the other members of the group they would be of whatever size the group was able to afford, one of the groups we passed had dildos the length and shape of horse cocks, I think they were to have horses pull floats but we didn't see the horses. The largest of the groups carrying penises and balls had created a penis so large it was mounted on the trailer of a long distance hauling company. There were people riding with that penis that would toss usable dildos to the people lining the street they would take into town. We promised each other to try to be along that route, Khozito loved having something in his ass, there were days I was too much. WE were going to try to see two of the parades, the other group was to be throwing usable vibrators ans we both wanted to try them.
We were shocked by the number of Tutsi and Swahili tribesmen that were already prowling the streets, usually they didn't arrive until the festival had started. There wasn't much activity on the streets although we did see a little sex, a white girl taking a cow cock, what looked like her father with the bull's owner. We saw a man I thought might be an Arab trying to fuck a girl that kept escaping him only to be chased back by the crowd that had gathered around them. I saw a police captain that I knew we needed to avoid so we crossed to where I promised Prince Ali to meet him. That was too close, the compound wouldn't take me back but the one Khozito had escaped from might have use for him if they learned he was learning different languages.
It was later than I had told the Prince I would return, I worried that we might have to enter the hotel and try convincing the front desk that we were legitimate guests, the Prince had given me a pass to give the hotel clerks but I knew that many of them wanted to kept any native boys from harassing the guests so kept everyone out.
"Runihuru, take me to our room. I need to have you screw me before we turn our lives over to an unknown man that says he is a Prince in Spain. I'm not even sure Spain has princes these days." He had managed to get his hand inside my shorts, where we were not visible to anyone but it still felt wrong.
"Khozito, that will make us too late for the man and he may have found others that will translate for him while he is here."
"Why is he here?"
"He said it had to do with some men that were in the Embassy that everyone would like out."
"So why aren't they just kicked out?"
"He says that Embassies are supposed to be a place were you can seek refuge if you are not being protected by the laws of the nation."
"Did he tell you who they were?"
"No." I didn't want to say much more, he was stroking my cock so hard that it was now visible over the waist of my shorts. He can get me so interested in sex. The no was still coming out of my mouth when I let my shorts fall. I had been thinking about screwing my friend all morning but getting an unexpected hand job and watching him lower himself to where he was able to start licking my balls had my cock jerking in his hand.
"Runihuru, fuck me. I found a lube packet in the plaza while cleaning, you won't hurt me." Khozito loved being fucked but unless we had some type of lube I was too thick and long to fuck him without pain, still he would choose to have me fuck him rather than living without even if we were only using spit.
"Khozito, my cock is yours." If he wanted fucked there was no chance I would be able to walk away. Already there was pre-cum coating the tip of my cock as if I could make enough to let me force all fourteen inches in a boy's ass. He squeezed the lube out of the package onto my cock, there was barely enough for him to slick his asshole after lubing a little more than half of my cock.
Having turned over my cock to Khozito I braced myself against the short wall that hid me from the shoulders down. Khozito was holding me cock painfully straight out from my body, the only way he would be able to line up his asshole. As the head slipped through his asshole I forgot about the pain from having my dick held down that far. Khozito enjoys being fucked more than anyone I have ever met, he was working himself past the cock head and sliding down the thinner cock shaft. My cock head isn't a mushroom head but I admit it is wider than the shaft which is not as thick as my wrist but still thick enough that every time Khozito forces himself back onto it this way he groans from pain..
He isn't one of the few boys that has ever been able to force the entire shaft into his ass, but he still tries for the last four or five inches outside every time we fuck. He is one of the boys that is capable of working his ass muscles while speared on my cock not just move up and down. He has what he calls internal orgasms three or four times trying to get me off beside the twice his cock will shoot a full load.
My eyes were closed, stupid since we were one block from the plaza downtown. There were always, except during the Festival, police patrolling the area chasing loiterers and prostitutes. The day before the Festival they were trying to be sure that pick-pockets that trolled the streets for foreigners were either arrested or chased far into the suburbs which hadn't been fully rehabilitated since the last trouble between Tutsi and Hutu. I couldn't tell the difference between the tribes, I had been taught that the nation was more than 90% Hutu. The Festival day was the one day there seemed to be no enmity between the tribes or the others that made their way into time for sex or earning money by selling their children. Most of the buyers would be foreigners, there would be a few of my countrymen that would buy a child or two for servants and another few that might be trying to stock a brothel although that was 100% illegal.
"Suck that cock!" I hadn't been listening besides not watching. I opened my eyes and standing in front on Khozito was a solidly built man from China or Japan. He had twisted one of Khozito's ears trying to get him to open his mouth wide enough for the purple mushroom head of the pencil dick to force its way into his mouth.
"Okay, you have it all now start sucking." With a cock in both ends Khozito worked even harder at making my shot a load of cum in his ass. He swears he is able to feel me coat inches of his intestines when I shoot. The man looked at me for a second before grabbing my head and pulling it down so that he could kiss me. I could tell by the way he kissed that he was unloading in my friend. He pulled out, said thanks and walked away as if Khozito had nothing more than serve lunch. I was about to say something when another man stepped out of the shadows, pulled down his pants and waved a cock almost as long as mine in front to Khozito being sure to slap it across his lips.
"I was going to wait to tomorrow when this would be legal but the pair of you are so damn inviting." Having said that the white man forced his cock into Khozito and let him know that he was not going to be satisfied with him just taking the head. My friend can usually take at least twelve inches of cock in is mouth and throat but it was a struggle. The man whose cock was in his mouth needed to be patient or he might get scraped or bitten as Khozito had used those weapons to defend himself when he was still being held in the brothel. Th show of him taking one cock right after the other was exciting, if only someone else had been fucking him I could have enjoyed the whole show.
A few other men had begun to circle us urging me and the other man on with most of the group wa hoping to see one of the other of us force into Khozito to the public hair. I was closer than ever still enjoying the feel of Khozito working my cock getting closer than ever to giving him what he wanted. The man in front of him started to fuck him face forcing Khozito onto to my cock harder and further pushing me against the wall that had been supporting me I couldn't hold off, I had wanted to see him take at least one more cock if not two or three. After filling his ass with cum I heard Khozito tell the men still standing around that he was finished. He found the water bucket hanging thirty feet away and returned to wash off my cock.
"Runihuru, if you want there are men in the shadows that will do whatever you tell them, I saw Brian Zo, he will lick your ass as long as you want. Or he would suck your cum out of mine."
"I know him, too. If you want he will let you give him more than just the cum out of your ass. I don't want a mouth that filthy near my cock or ass."
"You'll stick your cock so far in me that you are mashing shit but won't let a little boy that would enjoy licking the shit off near you? You're silly my friend." I suppose he's right, but there is just something about having a boy suck shit off my cock that seems inhuman.
We went to finally meet the foreigner that I had told him about. I don't understand anything about attraction, but we weren't even within fifteen feet when I could feel my attraction to the boy with the man, Khozito says he felt exactly the same thing towards the man. If they hadn't been sitting in front of their hotel I think we both may have shown the city what it is like to have a boy suck your cock.