Uncle recognized that I was in quite a state, although he didn't realize that I had almost bridged civilizations between me, an upper class, white, American, and a jungle prince. Hank did see I was sexually aroused and wildly (to his mind) babbling about handsome young ape-men.
Hank was a very sexual man. Don't you believe it that sexual ignition pales at forty. It is very vivid and quick to ignite. Deep in his heart, Henry wanted me on this trip as just being near me quickened his blood. He had watched the boy grow into manhood, and he suppressed his desire, hoping that someday...That someday was here in front of him. He lay me on his cot and leaned down and kissed my sweating cheek. I was still in the throes of sexual frenzy from my encounter with the jungle boy, I responded and began breathing loudly. Finally I put my arms around Uncle and hugged him tightly. Henry roughly pulled open the buttons on my pants in one motion. My nine-inch cock sprang out, it's large head leaking honey.
Henry opened his mouth wide and relaxed his throat muscles. This was going to be a circus feat to take this monster in his mouth. He got it in about one quarter, licking the head furiously, hoping to bring me off with that motion. I was moaning, but they were tentative. I needed more to discharge my treasure. Henry almost unhinged his jaw and the organ slide down his throat. Hank breathed bravely through his nose and began a heroic sucking with all the energy and passion he could summon. Suddenly I began pounding on Henry's back with my young fists, crying out my cum. Henry's throat was besieged with a torrent of sweet boy cum and as he sucked, his own organ spews in passionate sympathy. The two stayed there, my prodigious cock still thick, but softening, dripping the last few sweet drops, and Henry exhausted from his efforts.
"Jamie, he whispered. You are the most desirable male on Earth."
"And you Hank have a mouth for the ages."
"Do you think I am a good a sexual partner as your dreamed of ape person?"
"I'm not sure. We'll see if I find him....again."
They slept late the next morning. The bearers were impatiently awaiting their first food of the day. Finally Jonto made noises as he prepared breakfast for the two "hunters" as he called them. He had gathered a red berry that could be found in some special places in the bush. These were purported to bring intense energy when consumed. He himself had never tried them, but he felt the white men needed them, thinking they slept too much. These wild nostrums were incorporated in the grainy cereal he was cooking and stained the mixture with a pinkish hue, but added a sweet spicy odor. It was, in fact, that delicious odor that awakened the white men.
I washed and joined Uncle at the table. I waved my hand in dismissal from the cereal. "I'm only going to have two bananas and some coffee. Thank you Jonto." The handsome cook frown in disappointment, truth be told, he had fallen in love with the beautiful boy and wanted to make him happy and energetic with the berries. Jonto knew that he and I shared a secret. We were both in lust with the ape-man,
After breakfast and striking camp, we were on our way through the dense vegetation, the beaters clearing a path with their large knives. I noticed that Uncle was in a peevish mood. He kept urging them to go faster, though I thought they were doing the best they could. He began almost raving about the treasure of tusks that he felt was just around the next tree. To my consternation he threw down his rifle and backpack and tore off, shouting, "There it is, I can see it."
I guessed that the funny odor of the breakfast cereal might have been a poison. I stopped the progress of the group and grabbed Jonto by the neck. "What was that pink stuff in the cereal? Was it bad medicine?"
Jonto began weeping. Between sweet sobs he expressed his innocent desire to help the "oncle man".
It was no use. I let him go. We squatted there for hours, hoping that Henry would return. We never saw him again. Soon we broke into searching parties and scoured the area for three miles around. A body could be in the underbrush and we would never see it. It seemed useless. We went on a little further and made camp. I wept, sitting on my cot. Jonto heard me and came into the tent. "Young master, Jonto kiss your dick and mak'um better."
It was really silly that he should think that sex could banish sadness, but with a few deft motions he uncovered by cock and began sucking me furiously. He was used to large organs. He had difficulty in swallowing it whole and knew how to use his throat muscles to massage me into a frenzy and a quick cum.
When he finished he pulled me forward and grasped my legs. "Jonto fuck now." I tried to prevent his powerful hold on my body, but in a moment he had seized my feet and pulled them around his hips and held them there with his arms. I was fully exposed to his prick, my arse hole held tightly closed to bar entry. He saw that and laughed loudly. "Jamie boy will open up." He began painfully pinching my cheek. I howled with pain and forgot my clenching of my arse. His slim prick entered my arse hole easily. I had never though of allowing such sex to occur, but I had to admit that it was thrilling to give oneself to another. I gritted my teeth and intended to endure this invasion, but soon I was cooing in delight as his expert motions brought exciting waves of feeling throughout my body. He saw me slipping into ecstasy and laughed loudly, exposing his perfect white teeth.
Though I had cum a few minutes earlier, I felt the cum rising in my balls once again. He saw my eyes rolling up and my mouth opening and dripping spit. "Yes, boy-boy, you give more milk. Jonto washing your arse now."
Jonto's body locked and his eyes shut tight. He let out a shout, as loud as a circus trumpet and his hips began thrusting. I ejaculated wildly as he bathed my insides with his great amount of soothing seed.
As I came to sensibility, I wondered what I had done, that I had broken a taboo. Could I control the men once Jonto boasted of fucking me? I wish Uncle was here, but I knew deep in my heart that I would never see him again.
Jonto tenderly lifted me up with his strong arms and deposited me on my bed. He took a damp cloth and wiped my body, then dried me and powered me. I felt like a baby, and like an innocent babe I fell asleep.
The next morning, Jonto asked me with a loud laugh if I would like some berries in my cereal. He was some grim joker. "No, I told him. I do not want to be crazy."
I was also concerned, as I didn't see our group of bearers around. Jonto told me that they had gone away. "They not want to be without Onkle."
We reduced our load, took only one tent and between us, Jonto and I pressed on to the coast, where I hoped to get a coastwise steamer to get us back to Cairo. During our trek, Jonto tried to opportune me to have sex with him, but I felt that I could not maintain the small bit of authority I had if I became his fuck lady.
We again made camp about ten hours later. I was so tired I skipped eating and fell asleep. I awoke because a strong odor, not unpleasant, invaded my dreams. I opened my eyes to gaze upon the jungle image of the Ape-boy, smiling down on me, his incredible teeth and lips invading my soul.
Without speaking, he lay on me, his cock at my mouth, his mouth over mine. He stayed poised there waiting for me to make a move. The manly odor of his blond pubes made my decision. I swallowed the penis and suckled it like an African antelope. He did the same with me. It was not furious lovemaking, but rather tender, each poising to let the other catch up, and then, almost as if a signal were given, we both hurdled into our release, I moaning, he making jungle sounds, like a chimp.
Afterward, Jonto appeared with cups of coffee. As the Ape-man and I talked, I realized that he was partly civilized. While he didn't have a large vocabulary, his had an upper class English accent that he explained he had obtained by listening to the BBC at the trading post whilst he lay against the building secretly.
We talked about the elephant tusk "warehouse". He laughed wildly. "You too think that. No, elephant die with his tribe, then they go away, birds eat the flesh, then the jungle grows over the bones. There are tusks everywhere, need to find them, maybe one then none, then two. Very hard to find."
He spent the night with me. We were wrapped in each other's arms. I learned that he had a wife, a chimp. "She good fuck."
I said goodbye to Jonto before I went up the gangplank on the coastal steamer. He cried loudly. This had been an adventure more awful, yet more wonderful than I had planned.
I vowed to return here next year to find my ape-boy to be his other wife.
End