Vincent and James

Vincent and James

By

Nick Alias Pizza Boy

CHAPTER ONE:

On the eve of turning twenty, after nearly two years of secret planning, Vincent Sheen shocked his family, girlfriend and friends by announcing them he was flying the next day for Africa, leaving everything behind him to go work in a village of the continent his maternal grand-father had been so fond of. Despite him living in Paris and Vincent in California, the two had had a close bond and the grand son thought this was the best to spend his inheritance and honour his memory.

Having put everyone in front of the fait accompli, he couldn't care less of their efforts to convince him of staying. There were huge question marks in his parents' face and his girlfriend simply refused to talk to him after the announcement. The only comfort his loved ones could find was in the thought he could come back anytime if it didn't work as he planned. But his father suspected he wouldn't be back before his proclaimed objective, over a year, had been realised.

Following a long flight to Kampala via London, the young French-American was greeted by coordinators working for the NGO that had hired him. He had to attend some briefings on what was expected to him, after which he was sent off to the countryside, taking a bus to a small village on the shores of Lake Victoria. It was beautiful but he was so tired, he had no energy left to actually enjoy the view.

The arrival of the weekly bus to the capital had brought a lot of action on the central square, let alone the speed the news of a white man's presence in the village spread. Vincent knew someone was gonna pick him up, but he didn't know how that man looked like, so he waited despite the unease at being watched like an animal at the zoo.

A jeep came by and the Black driver had the last accent Vincent had thought he'd hear: Texas.

• Hello Vincent, I'm James.

• Please to meet you James.

Rather than being a local staffmember of the organisation, James was another envoy from the US. At 35, he was older than the average humanitarian worker but he had no attaches elsewhere anymore. In fact, he first came there to escape the pain of losing his family in horrible circumstances and, a few years later, he was already calling the area home.

James suggested they go straight to the house, knowing Vincent must be sleepy as hell. Vincent would be living with James in a small concrete house a couple of miles outside of the village to avoid frictions with locals.

• I've moved my office out in the front room so you can have your own bedroom.

• Nice.

The house had a main front room that consisted of a living room, dinning room and kitchen corner. James mentioned they nearly always cook outdoors because the gas tank is mostly used for hot water. Behind, a small corridor led the way to the bedrooms on each side.

• So, Vincent wondered scratching his head, I suppose the bathroom is outside, right?

• Let me show you.

Vincent followed James behind the house where he was shown a latrine and a shower head mounted along a tree. That was something he hadn't given much thought...

• In two weeks, you won't think about it anymore! James said, having seen Vincent's surprised look.

CHAPTER TWO:

Vincent woke up in his brightly lit room, having slept on his stomach and pushed the thin cotton covers off, thus revealing his nudity under his mosquito net. At 10:02, it was late for here. But this was their first day off in weeks so he brushed the guilt away.

He put on a pair of shorts to head for his morning pee, bringing his chamber pot at the same time. His path actually crossed James', who had just turned off the water to lather himself up under the shower.

• Good morning!

• Slept well?

• Yes. Less mosquitos.

Looking at James, Vincent caught himself thinking his Black "boss" from San Antonio was in a quite favourable pose. A partition hid his mid-section but the reflection of the sun on his wet and soapy muscular body was enjoy to qualify the view of "enjoyable". It's true that James was a solid mass of 210 pounds for 6'3, a QB body he had somewhat regained by working manual labour here in Uganda.

Or, Vincent thought, perhaps it was the sign he was getting "lonely" and, like prisoners, began to see James as a potential "substitute"? Either way, these thoughts were brushed off quite quickly by the stench of the latrine as he relieved himself.

• Would you like to eat something? James asked after he had left the cubicle with a red towel around his waist.

• Yes, cook for two, I'm gonna shower and I join you in a minute.

Water was restricted and by "hot", one had to understand "a bit warm" so showered tended to be short and sweet. It certainly left no time to have a bit of fun, something to avoid because of the outdoors anyway. But, every once in a while, Vincent liked to spend a bit more time caressing his skin while soaping up, it provided no relief but felt good...and was a weak attempt to enjoy somebody's touch.

Vincent wasn't a buff hunk like James. Back in high school, he swam and ran a lot so he had to content himself of his medium built, 6'0 for 165 lbs. He was muscular but his chest was nowhere as pumped as James'. Perhaps more handwork would change that.

Realising he had no towel, Vincent simply put his shorts back on and dryed himself indoors. In his room, he noticed his beige shorts had gone completely transparent.

• What would you like to do this afternoon? James asked as they sat down in front of some rice.

• How about swimming? But I haven't seen any villager doing it so it is forbidden or something?

• It is rare, but it's because not many people know how to swim. Many here believe the fish in the lake shouldn't be disturbed so they'll be easier to catch.

• I see.

• But if you insist, the Lake is mostly safe. You can go near the house, just make sure you're not seen by the locals who could make a scandal out of it.

The house itself was about 100 feet from the shore and, if one took the time to walk along the shore for a mile or two, there was a wonderful beach, untouched.

After he had eaten, Vincent went to his room where he exchanged his underwear for the red speedos - from his former high school - he had taken with him. He grabbed one of his towels and headed for the spot James had indicated. Not wearing his watch, he didn't know how much time he spent there but it was long enough for James to worry and come pick him up with the jeep.

• Hey, wanna take a dip? It feels good, trust me!

• I've got nothing to swim.

• Come on James, it's just the two of us...

• Vince, I'm glad you've kept your speedo on. Skinny dipping wouldn't be accepted here.

• That was the guess I've made but you're the only one that came.

James eventually rolled up his pants and stood for a while as Vincent continued swimming near the shore. It's only when they walked back to the jeep that Vincent noticed how "weird" James' outfit was. A pair of white pants and a white short-sleeved shirts that were made of such a thin fabric, it left little to the imagination. Wearing nothing underneath, his penis could be seen flopping around as it went down the left leg. Vincent had to confess being a bit shocked, though he found weird to only notice it after James had been wearing this a few times already.

CHAPTER THREE:

Three, almost four, months had passed since Vincent had arrived in Africa. It was also the number of orgasms he had had since his arrival. When he relaxed, he felt as horny as any healthy 20-year-old man but he spent so many hours working with people who had close to nothing, his sexuality came second and it was perfect like this as there were no women around. Just, well, James...

Sometimes, Vincent found himself wondering if he could sleep in his bed, just to feel someone else's presence. Or exchange massages, a gesture that would be welcome on days where they lay the bricks of the village school. He didn't really want James, he just began to see him as some sort of "substitute", a person who could technically provide...something.

But it wasn't a subject he'd mention to him, despite James' assurance he had no taboo. He couldn't predict how James would react, therefore he opted for silence.

Meanwhile, rain season was starting so they'd have less manual labour but more menial tasks. James was also traveling once a week to the capital, leaving Vincent alone in the village. It was upon James' return from one of those trips that their collaboration moved to another step.

It wasn't much late but Vincent was already half-asleep reading a book on the sofa. Although James had announced his return on that day, Vincent couldn't believe that he'd drive back from Kampala with this thunderstorm outside. The unpaved road must have been impracticable.

Quite surprisingly, James did arrive. Vincent got up his relaxing state and went to greet him at the door, placing the stuff he brought on the corner of the front room. James had purchased food, some clothes but the organisation had also sent several crates of supplies, especially for the dispensary.

• It rained all the way from Kampala. 18 hours with a leaking roof.

• You're gonna catch a fucking cold.

• I think I could be due for a pneumonia, rather.

Vincent turned around to grab a towel, only to find James taking his clothes off right on the doorstep. His shirt and pants were litterally stuck on his body, Vincent had to help him out.

James began to dry his hair off, moving down to his chest. His look then crossed Vincent's, who couldn't help himself but stare at the erection James was sporting.

Caught, Vincent attempted to apologise.

• I'm sorry, it's just... whoa, you've got such a huge cock!

• Vince, if you're up for it, you can play with it.

Within a minute, Vincent was doing something he had never thought about before: knelt down, he was licking the pink head of James's 9.5-inch throbbing member. After a while, James laid against the door and enjoyed Vincent's pleasuring, alternatively oral or manual.

• Hey, hey, I can't shoot one now. Too early. Calm down.

Vincent took a pause where he was helped to undress and the pair headed for James' room which had a double bed. After securing themselves under the mosquito net, several condoms with them, there were ready to continue.

James went down on Vincent, proving he was quite an experienced cocksucker. He didn't let Vincent finish what he had started, asking him to pound his ass away as if there were no tomorrow instead. Vincent used his 7-incher much better than some bigger men he had been with. On his fours, James felt Vincent's hands firmly on his hips as he tightened his ass to make him cum. Vincent was driven crazy by this new, wonderful, feeling.

Vincent had barely finished ejaculating that he turned James on his back and plunged to finish the blowjob he was giving it earlier. He was literally making love to the beautiful cock in front of him. Eyes closed, he reproduced what he loves being done by girls. And it proved good, James ended it with an orgasm so powerful it reminded them of a volcanic eruption.

As Vincent rested against James' right shoulder to sleep, James confided having had sex with every guy that came to work with him.

• No matter how straight they are, they all weaken after feeling so horny. I knew you wouldn't be different, I just didn't know when.

CHAPTER FOUR:

Though irregularly, they continued having sex when tension was too high. This new discovery didn't make Vincent feeling guilty or whatever. Quite the opposite in fact, as he found himself wondering if his best friend Will would be up to try it.

Vincent's contract was nearly finished when a vaccination campaign brought a delegation of Doctors without Borders to stay in the area for a week. One of the doctors was an Australian named Simon, someone who James knew very well as he had often been serving the village.

James was extremely happy to see him, especially that Simon came without writing him before, and rushed to invite him for dinner one night. Now, since the medics had to the work the next day, Simon suggested he came back on his last night so a few bottles could be opened.

So on the eve of the medical delegation's departure, Simon returned but that time, he brought Marko, a Serbian nurse with him. Vincent thought nothing of it, presuming Simon wasn't into sex with James as he figured it would have taken place on his first visit.

But things changed when alcohol kicked in after dinner. They didn't have much tokens to play poker and Marko had left his wallet where the medics were staying. By the time they ran out of plastic, they had had quite a few drinks and nobody raised an eyebrow when Simon proposed they strip.

A bit of horsing around led to Simon being fingered by Marko. Faced with confessing they are fuckbuddies, the pair certainly didn't expect to be invited to proceed to the master bedroom for quality time...

EPILOGUE:

Back in Bakersfield after 13 months in Africa, Vincent never saw life the same way again. Neither his sexuality, though he continued to have relationships with women. His wish of getting together with his friend Will became real and was even spiced up by the addition of his new roommate Danny.

As for James, according to the email he sent to Vincent, Vincent's successor was record quick: "Five hours after he'd arrived, we were at it already"

THE END

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