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Two Jubilees and One Spitfire. Part 26.
Resume:- Trevor is working for his Ph.D. at Nottingham University, and has met Kundi an undergraduate from Nigeria, who is reading Civil Engineering.
Part 26 Finding digs.
Trevor and Kundi left the field where they had discovered each other with reluctance. When Trevor looked at his watch he saw that they had spent some four hours there.
"I think this field will always hold a special place in my memory," said Kundi.
"The place where we did it for the first time. I hope there are going to be many more times." They did not do the eight mile walk they had planned, but retraced their steps to the car.
The end of term was close. Kundi had spent a year in Wortley Hall; his remaining two years would have to be spent in lodgings, or `digs' as they were usually called.
As the drove back to Nottingham Kundi made his request. "Trev, can I ask a favour? Later this week I've got to move out of Wortley into these digs in the town. I wondered if you would help me get all my stuff out of Wortley and run me across to the place in Lenton?"
"Of course. Would like to help."
They arranged for the move to be done one evening. Kundi's digs were a terrace house in Lenton. It was quite large, but it had seen better days.
Once it had been a respectable home for a Victorian middle class family. Now it was a lodging house for students. All student accommodation had to be approved by the University Accommodation Officer.
Their ring on the door was answered by the landlady. She was tall and thin. A scarf was wrapped round her head and concealed her hair. Her lipstick was cracked and looked as though it had been applied the day before, and from her lips hung a Woodbine cigarette - not even a locally produced Players! She eyed Kundi with suspicion and hostility. Trevor helped Kundi carry the three cases up to his room. This was sparsely furnished, with a tiny gas fire with its attendant meter in the corner. It would have no hope of heating the room in the middle of winter.
When they came downstairs the landlady was waiting. "There are one or two rules in this ousehold. No girls in your room at any time. I am not keeping a house of ill repute. You can ave one male visitor at a time, but they must be out of the ouse by 9.30. You can have one bath a week, on the ouse. Any more you pay for, one shilling. And I shall know when the bath is being used - night or day. I give you breakfast, downstairs in that room." She pointed to a room. "And meals over the weekend. I don't want no noise or banging about, none of your jungle drums!" She glared at Kundi. "As you've been told I expect the rent four weeks in advance. Failure on that score gets you reported to the Accommodation Officer." She carried on in the same vein for several more minutes.
Trevor left Kundi to unpack, and came away very depressed. He was concerned for Kundi's welfare.
When he arrived at the Bamford house, Sue called out from the kitchen. "I'm just making a cup of coffee, Trevor. Would you like one?" He could not imagine Kundi's landlady ever being so welcoming. He went into the kitchen and sat at the table while Sue made a couple of cups of coffee.
"What's the matter, Trevor? You look down."
"I'm worried. Worried about Kundi. I've just taken him round to his digs in Lenton. If digs are graded on a scale of one to ten, then his must be about minus ten. They're grim."
"I thought all digs had to be approved by the Accommodation officer?"
"They do. But they can be brought up to standard for his inspection, and the landlady's a dragon, looked as though she herself could do with a good wash."
"I must admit I did a last minute dust before he came here," laughed Sue.
"There is a minute gas fire in the corner of his room, I doubt if it'll take the chill off the place when it's really cold. The trouble is that Overseas Students often end up in the worst digs. They tend to take the first place that is offered to them, and are unwilling to turn it down.."
"Poor Kundi. And he's such a nice lad. Pity I couldn't take him, but I know just how tight this place is with two young men, having brought up a couple of sons in this house."
They talked the problem over for some time.
Two days later Trevor left for three weeks in Germany. He was to go to Munster and Heideleburg as a part of his studies. He was also planning to have a weekend with Isaac in Frankfurt at the end of his stay. Before he left he and Kundi went out for a drink. Trevor drove out to Attenborough and they walked along the paths among the old gravel pits. They both spoke about their frustrations in that they both wanted to be doing something else. When Trevor asked about Kundi's digs, he got a guarded answer with Kundi trying make the best of it. They went into the local and had a couple of pints each. Then Trevor drove Kundi back to Lenton. He stopped the car in a dark and quiet part of the street, and they shared a quick kiss, both wanting to do much more.
Trevor did some valuable work in both Munster and Heidelburg, making contact with some helpful academics in both places. He arrived in Frankfurt early on the Friday evening. He made his way to Isaac's flat. They had a quick affectionate meeting, and then Isaac took him out for a meal.
Trevor had written and told Isaac about each stage of the developing friendship with Kundi. In a secluded corner of the restaurant he told him about their time in the field in the Dukeries.
Isaac was delighted. "You just don't know how glad I am to hear that you've found a special friend. I just hope you can find a way to get together as often as you wish. Have you thought about moving into somewhere together?"
"That's a possibility. But that would create other difficulties."
"Your digs are too good you mean? That Mrs Bamford mothers you, and you enjoy it."
Trevor nodded. "That's just part of it. I've asked if I can stay for the three years, and I don't feel I can walk out. If we went into somewhere together I think a number of people might think it strange and might even start talking. You know, post graduate with Nigerian undergraduate, that's not a usual combination. Also we would both have to spend too much time on household things."
Over the next few days Trevor found himself talking a lot about Kundi. Isaac was a good listener.
On the Saturday afternoon Heinie came round. Trevor found that his old feelings about Heinie had largely gone. He soon worked out that having Kundi in his life had made the difference. Later in bed with Isaac he told him how he felt.
The relationship with Isaac was beginning to change yet again. They slept together, they made love together, but there was no longer the urgency and passion in it that there had been through the years of Trevor's schooling, National Service, and University. They had each found someone else and a fresh emotional commitment. Their love for each other was as strong as ever but it was now less sexual. Towards the end of that weekend Trevor found himself looking forward to getting back to Nottingham. He was wanted to be with Kundi, and was desperately concerned as to how he was getting on.
Trevor arrived back in Beeston late on a Thursday afternoon. Sue Bamford was preparing a meal.
"I hope you can eat with us tonight, Trevor. I'm preparing enough for you."
"Thanks. I would be grateful not to have to turn out again. It's been a long journey. Nottingham is much further from London than Leytonstone."
"There speaks the cockney," said Sue with a laugh. She handed Trevor a cup of coffee and sat at the kitchen table opposite him. "I've been thinking about poor Kundi while you've been away."
"So have I!"
"In fact I've done more than just thinking. I've done something, and I hope you'll approve."
Trevor looked at her, all attention.
"Unfortunately I cannot put Kundi up here, even if you were willing to cram into one room, it would never get the approval of the Accommodation Officer. Round the corner there is a Mrs Cordor. She used to take in students, and was especially welcoming to overseas students. She gave up having students a couple of years ago. Said they were getting too much for her, as her arthritis was getting bad. She now lives, eats and sleeps downstairs. Well, I went round to see her. I told her about poor Kundi, and the dreadful place he was in. I asked if she would consider letting one of her upstairs rooms to him. She made a series of objections. The first was she could not clean the place. I pointed out that what Kundi paid her a week would pay for her to get a woman to clean the whole place. She then said that she could not go out shopping for food for his breakfast.
I said that he could come round here for his meals. Cooking for one more would be no problem for me. Then she said that she goes to her son's one weekend, and her daughter's the other. The son collects her and takes her to her daughter's in Aspley one week, and home with him to Newark the other. I then pointed out it would be good for her to have a man sleeping in the house. I laid it on thick; what a delightful and reliable young man Kundi is. She said she would need to talk it over with her son and daughter. She did, and the result is that she said she'd consider it after she had met Kundi. Did I do right, Trevor?"
"Sue, you're a marvel. You're wonderful." Trevor got up and walked round the table and gave Sue Bamford a hug and a kiss.
She looked at the kitchen clock. I think we've just got time to go round, and for you to have a look, and see if you think it would do for poor Kundi."
Mrs Cordor's was just a three minute walk away. Trevor was introduced. Mrs Corder was in her late sixties. She spent a large part of her time sitting in a chair, as she was crippled with arthritis. She was all there mentally. She did a lot of reading, and always reckoned to do the Daily Telegraph crossword puzzle over her morning coffee. She asked Trevor about himself and his work. Sue and Trevor then went upstairs and looked at the room. It was about the same size as Kundi's room in Lenton, but the ceiling was nowhere near so high. There was a good gas fire, that would certainly warm the room adequately in the winter. Though it was not lavishly furnished, it was comfortable when compared to the Spartan digs in Lenton.
It was quickly agreed that Trevor would bring Kundi around to see Mrs Cordor.
Sue and Trevor made the three minute walk back.
"I cleaned the room the other day, so it is right ready for Kundi to move in if he wants to."
"I'll pop round to see him after we've eaten. If he's in, it should not be too late to go and look at Mrs Cordor's this evening."
When Trevor arrived at Kundi's digs, he rang the bell, and the landlady appeared. She was wearing another head-scarf, and presumably another fag hung from the corner of her mouth. She recognised Trevor. "You! He's in. You can go up."
Trevor went up and knocked on the door of Kundi's room.
"Come in."
Trevor went in. Kundi was sitting in a chair reading. "Trevor!" he said and jumped up. They looked at each other, there was a fleeting moment of hesitation. Then they put their arms round each other, and gave each other a kiss.
"Still feeling the same about me?" asked Trevor
"Of course. I've been counting the days to your return."
"Are you busy? I want to take you somewhere. I will explain while we go. But we need to hurry."
Within five minutes they were on their way, and an excited Trevor explained to an intrigued Kundi. Trevor rang on the door of Mrs Cordor's house. They heard her call out for them to come in. The next half hour was spent chatting to her, and inspecting the room. It was all arranged. Trevor persuaded Kundi to move in the next day, in spite of the loss of rent for his digs in Lenton. He offered to pay, but Kundi refused. They then walked round to the Bamford's house. Kundi thanked Sue for arranging it all, and much to her surprise went over and gave her a hug and a kiss.
Trevor ran Kundi back to Lenton in his car. "You know what all this means Kundi? There will be privacy in your room, as Mrs Corder no longer goes upstairs. But even better she will be out of the house from Friday afternoon until Monday. We can have time to be completely alone, without any fear of interruption."
Kundi lent across and gave Trevor a quick kiss, and placed his hand high on the other man's thigh. "I will show my thanks to you fully and at length on Friday evening."
"I can't wait," said Trevor, adding with a cheeky grin, "especially the fully and at length part."
Kundi giggled as he got out of the car..
On Friday evening Trevor and Kundi ate early in the Portland Building. It was still early when they bundled into Trevor's Morris Traveller and made their way to Beeston. Kundi led the way into his new digs, and immediately made his way upstairs. They went into Kundi's room. They stood and looked at each. Both knew what they wanted, but neither of them quite knew how to make the first step.
"It's been too long since our time in that field," said Trevor.
"How do we start?" added Kundi with a laugh.
"Let's sit together in that arm chair, and take it from there," suggested Trevor. He sat in the chair, and pulled the shorter man on to his lap. "And how is my Nigerian love?"
"Wanting you." Kundi put his lips to Trevor, and gave him a soft kiss.
Trevor responded immediately, and with his lips and tongue explored Kundi's lips and mouth. "I love kissing you, Kundi."
"You like my thick African lips."
"Yes, and all the rest of all of you." They continued to kiss passionately, and Trevor put a hand on Kundi's head, and stroked his hair.
Kundi's hand began to undo Trevor's shirt buttons, and started rubbing his hand over Trevor's thick hairy chest. "I love the feel of your hair." His hand found one of Trevor's nipples, which was beginning to harden. He rubbed it into full hardness. "I never dreamt I would be loving an Englishman like this."
"Nor me an African. I've often wonder what an African man is like under his clothes."
"How big our dongs are?" said Kundi with a giggle.
"That, and everything else." Trevor's hand made an entrance onto Kundi's chest.
"We're so different. Me with almost no body hair, and you so hairy, like a lion."
"The difference helps to make it all more exciting. `Vive la difference'."
Trevor hand moved down Kundi's chest, and stroked the top of his stomach. He then undid Kundi's belt, and started to undo the fly buttons. He reached down under Kundi's pants, and felt the hot hardness of his cock.
"Careful! Not too much there. I don't want to shoot too soon."
"If the quantity you shot when we were in the field is anything to go by, I bet you can shoot again within a few minutes."
"Can't you then?"
"Fairly soon after," said Trevor. Trevor placed the tips of his fingers on Kundi's foreskin, and began, very gently to pull it up and down over the tip of his dong. He looked down and saw the glans appearing and disappearing. A drop of liquid appeared, and Trevor bent down and licked it off. "You taste good, Kundi."
"Of the jungle, and of darkest Africa!"
"I like it," and Trevor bent over to lick off another drop.
"I want to see, and touch your dong. I can feel it pressing through your trousers into my right bum cheek."
"Okay, my friend, for you I will reveal all."
Kundi got off Trevor's lap and watched while Trevor undressed.
Soon Trevor stood completely naked before Kundi, his cock urgent and hard, pointed up towards the ceiling. He raised his arms, and began to turn. Kundi was delighted to see the strength revealed in Trevor's muscles, the hairiness of his body and limbs, which was so strange to him, and the cock sticking out so proud and strong, with the balls almost concealed by hair,
hanging like ripe fruit full of tasty juice. He saw again the scar towards the top of Trevor's thigh, and reached out and touched it briefly. As Trevor turned his buttocks came into view. `And he wants me to insert my dong in there. I hope I can give him pleasure,' thought Kundi.
"Trevor, I like every part of you."
"Now I want to see you."
Kundi quickly removed his clothes, and he too stood naked in front of Trevor. His body was almost completely devoid of hair; there was just a little in his arm pits and at the base of his dong. But the dong was sticking out and leaking a quantity of clear sticky liquid that descended slowly in great drops towards the floor, as though reluctant to lose contact with its source. Kundi turned, and for the first time Trevor saw Kundi's buttocks. They were difficult to describe. They were big and full,
and yet there was no sense of any surplus about them. `This man is perfect, and he is mine. I look forward to exploring and discovering every part of his body,' thought Trevor.
"You are beautiful," said Trevor. He knelt on the carpet, and taking Kundi's hips turned him so his buttocks were level with his face. He placed a kiss at the bottom of Kundi's back, where the canyon between the buttocks begins. He kissed again slightly lower. Then he turned Kundi round so his cock was in front of him. He buried his head in Kundi's crotch, kissing, licking and sniffing. He looked up at Kundi. "I don't know how to say this. But I like every part of you, and I like your smell."
Kundi laughed. "The smell of Africa?"
"If that's what it is, I want a lot more of it." Trevor stood up. He pushed Kundi towards the bed. When the backs of Kundi's legs reached the bed he flopped back onto the bed, and Trevor lay on top of him. "You're one exciting guy." He rubbed his cock against Kundi's dong.
"If you keep doing that I shall be shooting my seed."
"I want you to shoot you seed in a very special place." said Trevor.
"Where you said, when we were in the field?"
Trevor nodded. "Have you ever done it before?"
"No, but I've often wondered what it would be like."
"As it's your first time, I will do all the work. Just lie on your back, and enjoy it." Trevor got off the bed, and went over to his clothes and produced a small jar of Vaseline. He lubricated Kundi's dong, and then prepared himself. He climbed back on to the bed, and knelt astride Kundi.
He took hold of Kundi's dong and pulled down the foreskin, then he held it and placed is against the portal of his being. Carefully he lowered himself, until he knew that he had penetrated. He watched Kundi carefully as he sat further back. He did not want Kundi to climax too quickly. He could see that his friend was not far from his climax, so he remained absolutely still.
"Got much work to do this weekend?" asked Trevor.
Kundi knew what he was doing asking such a mundane question. He answered, and the pressure to climax receded.
Then Trevor began to move slightly. There was a fullness within such as he had not experienced since he was much younger and smaller. He knew he had never had such a thick penis within him. He made small moves until he found the position where Kundi's dong would rub against his trigger love nut. Once he had found that he knew he was in control, and he wanted to prolong this first time.
Kundi realised that Trevor did not want to rush to climax, so he tried to relax and let Trevor set the tempo. Once he tried to reach out to hold Trevor's cock, but his hands were gently removed. "I'll do all the work," said Trevor.
Trevor began to raise himself up and down on Kundi's dong. He saw in the man's face just how much pleasure he was giving, but whenever he thought he was getting close to the finale he would stop moving, and allow time for them both to relax. Trevor, with the experience of years of love making, knew how to make the most of the time. It was when he heard a clock in Mrs Corder's room below strike ten that he knew he must bring things to a conclusion. He tightened his anal muscles several times. This sent Kundi into mutterings of ecstasy. Then he began to move very slowly up and down the full length of Kundi's dong. He watched Kundi's face. When he saw that the African's climax was getting close, he made that slight alteration to his posture so that the cock inside him rubbed over his prostate. Then he felt Kundi's dong inside him convulse, and a tremendous torrent of spunk pour out into his bowels. At once his cock responded, and a series of spurts of spunk came and bespattered Kind's face, neck and chest.
They remained for several minutes, covered in sweat, breathing deeply and grinning at each other.
"Trev, that was wonderful. I never imagined loving a man could be anywhere near as wonderful as that." He pulled Trevor down, and kissed him.
"Kundi," whispered Trevor, "How do you manage to produce so much. The river Niger must be a paltry ditch compared with what you produce." Kundi giggled. "Have you been saving it up since that time in the field?"
"No; only since this morning."
The friendship between Trevor and Kundi developed fast; But they both knew that had to be circumspect. Homosexual activity was still illegal, and even in the more liberal atmosphere of a British University the penalties of being caught could be severe. Kundi was only too well aware of the attitude of his own people. If he was caught, the penalties would be even more severe than any for Trevor. They made plans, and took care. It was obvious to many they were friends, and though there were the dangers of discovery in those days, there was not the almost automatic suspicion of close same-sex friendships that became true in a more open and tolerant age. They made sure they made love when they were completely safe. This meant only in the upstairs of Mrs Corder's during the weekends when she was away at her son's or daughter's.
Kundi was frequently popping in and out of the Bamford house. One evening he went up to Trevor's study. He saw the wooden Spitfire. "What's this," he asked. "Did you make it?"
"It was made by Harry. I've told you about him. Lived down in Somerset."
"The older boy you used to toss off?"
"That's the one."
"What is it?"
"It's a model of a Spitfire. With the Hurricanes, the Spitfire was the fighter that won the Battle of Britain in 1940. I've often wondered what happened to Harry. I must try and look him up sometime."
Kundi became as much a part of the Bamford family as Trevor. He was very popular with them all. Much to the amusement of the rest of the household he started to tease Betty. In spite of her chemistry degree, she was surprisingly ignorant of geography and anthropology. She was also very gullible.
One day she asked how easy it was to travel round Nigeria.
"We don't have any roads. It is all thick jungle, so we swing along on hanging creepers from tree to tree. It is the quickest way to get about. You have to call out, you know like Tarzan in the films. So other people swinging from tree to tree can hear you. There have been some terrible crashes and people killed when they have crashed into each other mid-swing."
The rest of the family could hardly contain themselves for laughter. "You're pulling my leg," she squealed; and burst out laughing.
"What do you eat in Nigeria?" she once asked.
"Maize, and fruit of various kinds. But do you know what is my favourite?"
"No."
"My favourite is boiled missionary."
Betty's mouth opened wide.
"In fact we had a big feast the night before I came away. I was given a lovely white missionary's arm and buttock to eat. A young woman missionary,
tender and sweet."
That was too much for the rest of the company, who just fell about trying to stifle their laughter.
"You're pulling my leg again," squealed Betty. She took it all in good part?. She fell for his teasing so often that the rest wondered if she knew what was happening and was just egging Kundi on into being more and more outrageous.
One September evening after a passionate session of love making, when they were lying exhausted in each other;s arms, Trevor asked a question, "What are you doing for Christmas?"
"I expect I'll get invited to the family I went to last Christmas in West Bridgeford , why?"
"I was hoping you'd come and stay with me down in Leytonstone. I'm taking about three weeks off, and Isaac's coming home for Christmas and the New Year."
"Trev, I'd love to come and stay with you. Would that mean we could sleep together?"
"Of course," replied Trevor with a grin.
Sleeping together was something they both wanted to do, but had not dared to risk in Nottingham.
"But what about Isaac? Won't you want to sleep with him?" There were no secret of Trevor's past hidden from Kundi.
"He's talking of bringing Heinie over with him."
"I look forward to it. And look what the thought is doing to me." He pointed down at his dong which was stirring itself up towards an erection.
Trevor gave it the renewed attention it wanted.
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