Date: Fri, 22 May 2009 22:15:03 -0400
From: nphillydogg@aol.com
Subject: African Houseboy

	24 year old African born Garikayii Umtumi worked as the daytime
host in a well known 4star international hotel chain in South Africa. He
was responsible for registering guests, accommodating their needs, and
making their stay as overwhelmingly pleasurable as possible. Garikayii had
been responsible for getting everything from limousine services to escorts.
One of the hotel's most valued customers was Erick Manning, a 45 year old
caucasian man from the United States, and the founder and CEO of his own
computer software company. Garikayii knew he was a rich and powerful white
man from the first time he came through their hotel with his beautiful rich
snobbish wife (Francesca). Garikayii made sure to cater to their every
need, arranging for limo service, restaurant reservations, masseurs for the
lady, champagne, fresh cut flowers, and complimentary his and her greeting
baskets. Erick Manning always tipped very well, even if he always seemed a
tad distant and distracted with his blackberry and busy schedule.
	Upon his last trip to South Africa, Garikayii greeted Manning at
the front desk with his biggest, brightest, most pleasant smile. Manning
(fumbling with his blackberry and briefcase) tossed his Goldcard on the
counter. "Good afternoon mister Manning, sir..., it is good to see you
again!" he said in his best American accent. "Will mrs Manning be joining
you this trip...?" he asked politely while typing in his access code.

"Misses Mann...?" asked Manning, distracted. "...oh, uh..., no...I'm
alone!" he said, absentmindedly. "Mrs Manning is busy in Aspen, boning her
aerobics instructor!" informed the business man, somewhat sarcastically.

"Oh..., I'm uh..., sorry to hear that, sir. Would you like your usual
suite, sir?" asked Garikayii, trying not to look too shocked as he typed in
Manning's name.

"Yes." answered the businessman, sending out an important email back to his
home office.
	Garikayii typed in the necessary information, asking Manning how
long did he plan to stay this trip? "One day, I have a very important
meeting later this evening..., then I'll be leaving tomorrow morning
promptly!"

"Yes sir!" smiled Garikayii, keying in the information. "Here is your
credit card and your electronic key. Is there anything else I can help you
with, sir?" he asked, politely.

"Yes..." answered Manning, stuffing the card in his pocket. "...like I
said, I have an important meeting in just about 6 hours, and I would like
to take a nap sometime beforehand. Could you give me a wakeup call at
around 4pm?"

"Yes sir! No problem mr Manning!" said Garikayii gladly, signifying for the
bellboy to take up Manning's luggage. "I will make the call personally
myself! And if there is anything else you need to make your stay here more
pleasant, feel free to ask for me personally! My name is Garikayii, Gari
for short!"

"Yeah, okay..." said Manning, following his luggage up to his room.

	Manning tipped the grateful bellhop 5 American dollars, then
proceeded to unpack and run his bath water. A complimentary African flower
arrangement garnished his room, as did a complimentary bottle of wine and a
cheese & fruit basket from the hotel staff. The view from the balcony was
spectacular, overseeing the bustling city below. But Manning rarely got the
chance to enjoy the beauty and comforts of the expensive hotels he stayed
in, --that was his wife's job, or should he say ex-wife's job.
	Manning tossed his suitcase onto the bed, then began to take off
his business suit, starting with his jacket and tie. He walked into the
lavish bathroom and began running his bathwater as he unbuttoned his shirt
and kicked off his Armani shoes. He unfastened his gold watch and placed it
gently on the nightstand with his wallet, credit card, and blackberry. As
he unfastened his belt he began to think about his wife Francesca, and the
photographs his private investigator took of her fucking her aerobics
instructor at his expense during one of her so called `exercise classes'.

	Manning had had the feeling that his younger wife had been cheating
for months. He knew he was busy and always gone on some business trip,
meeting with powerful men and making important deals. He knew he was
leaving his wife home without much to do. He had hoped she would fill her
time with shopping, spa appointments, afternoon luncheons, and spending his
money frivolously. What he had not intended was her fucking every young
strong man she came in contact with from her instructor, to the buff
handsome gardeners.

	Manning took off his pants, underpants, socks, and undershirt, then
poured himself a glass of wine, cut the cheese, and headed towards the
bathroom for a nice long relaxing hot bath in the hotel's luxurious tub. It
was then that he realized his suite only had 2 towels, so he called down to
the front desk and asked to speak to Gari, the hotel Host. "Could you
please have someone send some towels up to my room immediately?"

"I'll be right there, sir!" said Garikayii, filling the order himself.
	Manning submerged himself in the hot water, soaking his tired body
as he laid his head back against the padded wall. For the slightest of
moments the world seemed to disappear as the heat caused his body to tingle
and sting all over. After 5 minutes of uninterrupted bliss, Manning began
soaping himself with the creams and body soaps supplied by the hotel. He
ran his soapy hands all over his well formed and hairy chest, arms and
legs. When he was well soaped he stood up and turned on the overhead shower
to soap his private parts and rinse off.

	Garikayii knocked on the suite door. Hearing no answer, he used his
passkey to get in. "Hello...?" he called out, peeking his head in the
room. "...mr Manning...?"
	Hearing the shower, Garikayii walked into the room and closed the
door gently behind him. He looked around the room to see that Manning had
indeed opened the wine and cheese, and seemed to be enjoying his stay. He
noticed the suitcase on the bed, and the wallet and gold watch on the
nightstand...

	Manning shut off the shower once he was thoroughly cleansed, then
got out of the large tub and reached for a towel. He quickly dried himself
off, tossing the first wet towel onto the bathroom floor as he reached for
the second towel to dry his hair. He stepped out into the bedroom wondering
where the service was with the extra towels..., when he saw Garikayii
neatly hanging his suits up in the closet.

"I knocked, no one answered...!" said Garikayii, wondering if he had
overstepped his boundaries?

"I was in the shower..." explained Manning, looking over at the nightstand
to make sure his wallet, credit card, blackberry, and gold watch was still
in place. "You don't have to do that...!" he added, hanging the wet towel
over the back of his neck as he casually walked over to the table to finish
off his first glass of wine.

"I do not mind, sir..., it is my pleasure to service you!" said Garikayii
with a smile
	Manning couldn't help but notice how white the black man's teeth
were against his naturally dark skin.

"If only everyone was content with their jobs..." he said to himself,
thinking of his ex-wife.

"Sir...?" asked Garikayii, confused.

"Nothing." answered Manning as he poured himself another glass of wine.
	Garikayii couldn't help stealing a peek at Manning's naked body
when he wasn't looking. Manning stood about 5-11, 170lbs with a medium well
defined body for a man his age. His hair was black with speckles of gray
along the back and temples. He was clean shaven with a mean looking facial
expression which often made people avoid him whenever possible. His body
was hairy, especially his dense chest, arms, legs, and crotch. And his limp
cock lay low over his hairy testicles, looking like some unripe fruit.
       The hotel often had a lot of white foreign guests from many
countries from around the world, but rarely did Garikayii actually get to
see many of them naked in their room (thought there were some
exceptions). Manning noticed Garikayii staring at his low hanging cock as
he raised the glass to his lips, and felt his cock begin to stir. Indeed it
had been awhile since his cock had seen any action of any kind..., --but
Manning quickly dismissed the idea, not having messed with another man
since his college years!

	Garikayii thought he noticed the white man's cock starting to
thicken before Manning turned his back and headed towards the
nightstand. "I have bought you the extra towels you requested...!" he said,
after finishing up in the closet. "Are you enjoying your guest basket,
sir...?" he asked, placing the suitcase on the floor.

"Yes." answered Manning, keeping his back to the African as he grabbed his
wallet and pulled a $5 bill from the stack.

"Is there anything else you would like for me to do for you before I leave,
sir...?" asked Garikayii, politely. "Would you like me to pour you another
glass of wine...?"

"No...!" answered Manning, turning to hand Garikayii his tip. "..., I have
a business meeting in a few hours, and wine makes me horny...!" he replied,
somewhat embarrassed.

"I see..." said Garikayii, looking down at Manning's half hard mast. "Would
sir like for me to arrange a female escort for the evening...? Discreetly
of course...!"

"No..., no..." smiled Manning, his cock suddenly rising to full arousal at
the thought. "...I really need to focus..., this is after all a business
trip, not pleasure!"

"I understand, sir..., perhaps then a massage will help you to
relax...?"offered Garikayii.

"A massage sounds like just what the doctor ordered...!" agreed Manning,
yawning as Garikayii grabbed up the extra towels and headed into the
bathroom to tidy up. Manning got back on his blackberry and began to check
his message while awaiting the masseuse. He was surprised when a few
moments later Garikayii came out of the bathroom carrying a massage table
which he promptly set up in the center of the floor.

"You give massages, too...?" asked Manning as Garikayii rolled his
shirtsleeves up around his elbows.

"I am well equipped to handle ANY job sir may demand of me tonight!" said
Garikayii, confidently.

"I like that...!" laughed Manning, tossing his blackberry aside as he got
up and walked over to the massage table.
	Garikayii helped him climb aboard as he lay down on his
stomach. Garikayii placed a white towel over Manning's buttock before
oiling up his hands with some pleasant smelling herbs.

	Manning groaned softly as Garikayii grabbed onto his tensed
shoulders and began massaging. He knead the hairy flesh with his strong
fingers, digging into Manning's tense muscles as he slowly eased away his
tension. After a long exhausting flight to Africa, and filing divorce
papers with his lawyers against his soon to be ex-wife, Erick Manning felt
all the stress of the world melt away under the firm kneading of the
African masseuse.

	Garikayii worked hard to please his hotel guests, often going
beyond the call of duty to insure everyone had a pleasant stay while under
his watchful eye. But Garikayii wasn't without an agenda of his own, he was
a 24 year old young African man with a wife and 3 small children to
feed. And like many young African men and women, he had hopes that some
rich American sweeping him off his feet and whisking him back to America
where he could make lots of money for his family. Indeed he had come close
several times, wowing horny and lonely guests with his superb oral talents
and tight gripping male pussy. Many of his guests were very generous after
their encounters, some even promising to send for him once they got back
into the States. But while none of the promises had yet to pay off,
Garikayii knew it was only a matter of time before he latched his claws
into someone, and got everything he ever wanted!

	He massaged his way down from Manning's strong shoulder and arms,
across his upper and lower back, and down to his thighs, claves, and
feet. "Roll over..." he ordered, wanting to massage the front muscles.
	Manning silently turned over onto his back, making sure to keep the
towel covering his midsection. Garikayii smiled broadly when he saw the
huge tent sticking up from Manning's crotch, indicating an erection.

"Sorry about that..." said Manning, embarrassed. "...I always get aroused
from massages...!"

"It is okay..., we are both men here...!" assured Garikayii.

"Yes, we are!" smiled Manning, closing his eyes and relaxing as Garikayii
continued.

"Would sir mind if I took care of it for him...?" asked Garikayii,
curiously.

"What do you have in mind?" asked Manning, peeking through one eye.

"I know of some, uh..., techniques, which might help it relax..." offered
Garikayii.

"Techniques...?" asked Manning suspiciously, looking up at Garikayii's
eager face. "Okay..., give me your..., technique!" he smiled.
	Garikayii pulled off the towel, exposing Manning's erection. The
large white cock stood proudly above a forest of curly black and gray pubic
hair. Garikayii gripped it in his hand, squeezing the shaft and feeling the
heat burn his palm as he slowly stroked the cock back and forth. A drop of
pre-cum appeared at the very tip of the head, forming a moist sticky pearly
dew drop. Garikayii licked his lips wantonly before leaning forward and
licking the cum drop from the tip. Manning moaned softly as he watched
Garikayii eat the sweet tasting droplet.

"I haven't had head from a man since I was a teenager...!" announced
Manning, his cock straining to enter Garikayii's African mouth. "You DO
know that I'm NOT gay, right...?" he asked, feeling it necessary to
clarify. "...I'm only doing this because I really need to get some rest
before my meeting tonight...!"

"Yes, or course!" said Garikayii. "I am not gay, either..." he added, also
feeling it was necessary to mention. "...I have a wife and 3 children...!"

"Good..., so long as we agree...!" said Manning, closing his eyes. "Let's
get this done with...!" he added, carelessly.

"Yes, sir!" said Garikayii, leaning over to take the red cock head in his
mouth.

	Manning tried to stifle a moan as the hot mouth enveloped his cock
head. It had been so long since he felt anything remotely similar on his
erection. The last time he even had sex with his wife had been months ago,
long before he started to believe her infidelity.
	He tried to block out of thoughts of work, business, and his
shattered home life and concentrate instead on the hot blow job he was
getting from the grateful African male.

	Garikayii suckled the freshly washed head of Manning's hard cock
before slowly sliding his thick African lips down the rock solid ivory
shaft. He'd indeed had plenty of experience sucking cock, even before
landing the job at the posh hotel he now worked. For many years he and many
of the African families of his community had to contend with the African
solders whom were notorious for grabbing women and forcing them to perform
sexually. Many of the women had gotten pregnant after being gang raped by
several dozen of the unlawful men patrolling the areas. Whenever women
weren't available, the solders would grab the first boy(s) they saw,
bending them over and forcing their huge hard erections well deep into the
screaming male's asses.
	Garikayii had fallen victim to the solders many times, quickly
learning how to please them so they wouldn't hurt him or his family. After
awhile the solders came to know him by name, calling out for him whenever
they wanted something hot and tight to fuck that could not get pregnant
upon ejaculation. As a child Garikayii had learned to please men like
Manning at the upscale hotels he worked, knowing many of the rich
foreigners would pay good money for what the solders taught him back in his
village community. He first learned of this when a female escort he hired
for one of his guests refused to service the man she was hired to
please. Garikayii went up to the room to apologize personally after the
guest called down to the front desk to complain. The guest was so angry
that he threatened to phone management in the morning and have him
fired. Garikayii did his best to defuse the situation, promising to do
anything within his power to smooth things over. When he offered his own
services as a option, the man stared at him awkwardly, then accepted. For
the next hour the man fucked Garikayii in every position imaginable,
calling the African every degrading name he could think of. By the time he
left the man's room, his throat was sore, his asshole dripped remnants of
the man's last orgasm, and his pocket was filled with 100 Euro
dollars. From that moment on, Garikayii kept an eye out for horny
foreigners traveling alone.

	Manning watched over his hairy chest as Garikayii's thick dark lips
inched down his ivory white shaft and disappeared into his pubic
bush. Manning groaned out loud as the African's throat molded to the shape
of his cock. Garikayii mashed his face in Manning's pelvis as he tightened
his throat muscles. The cock throbbed several times before he slowly
receded his lips back up the shaft to the spongy head.

"Damn that felt good...!" sighed Manning, watching Garikayii suck
feverishly about the head. Garkayii said nothing as he slowly slid his
mouth all the way back down on the shaft, slowly swallowing the entire cock
down to the thick base once again.
	Manning couldn't help grabbing the back of the African's head as he
thrust up into his throat. Garikayii graciously took the thrust, tightening
his lips about the shaft as he began to bob his head up and down.

	Manning watched his white cock sliding in and out of the African's
mouth. His fingers gripped the nappy skull of the African's tight curly
hair as he easily swallowed Manning's 8 inch American cock from tip to
base. Manning reached his other hand around Garikayii's back, steadying his
body as he began to thrust up into his mouth repeatedly.

	Garikayii ate the cock with little effort. He sucked as hard as he
could, craving the tasty sperms hiding within the white man's hairy ball
sac. He could feel the cock straining every time it reached into the back
of his throat. He twisted his head until he was sucking the cock upside
down, Manning's upward slant easily sliding down into his hungry
gullet. With one of Manning's hard holding his bobbing head firmly in
place, the other hand causally slid down his back and began fondling his
high round ass. Garikayii reached down and quickly unfastened his work
slacks as Manning's curious hand slipped into the back and began squeezing
the bare butt cheeks.

	Manning's experience with man/man sex had been years prior to this
encounter, but he remembered fondly how good a tight gripping male cunt
could feel on his raging hardon. He slipped his fingers down along the
shaved crack of his cock sucker, and felt for the surprisingly moist
bunghole. With very little effort he easily slipped his forefinger inside,
feeling the slick wetness of another man's cum load lining the anal
track. It was obvious that someone (perhaps another guest?) had fucked
Garikayii very recently! Manning felt his cock pulsate at the thought of
someone loading the African's hole with ball juice.

	Garikayii felt the cock jerk in his mouth and sucked harder. He was
well past due back at his desk, and knew other guests (as well as hotel
staff) would be wondering what happened to him? He attacked Manning's cock
with renew vigor, swallowing the thick white 8 inch prick down to the hairy
balls with every stroke. Manning felt his toes curl as his legs stiffened
in place. He shoved two more fingers up the African's ass just for fun as
he gripped the back of his head fucked his throat. Garikayii held his mouth
open as Manning took full advantage and thrust in and out until he felt his
balls tighten. With one last upward thrust, he started cumming buckets of
cum down the young African's throat.

	Garikayii felt the thick cock penetrate his throat, then felt it
began to pulsated wildly before firing 5 thick juicy rounds of hot cream
straight down into his throat. He accepted the cum without gagging or
hesitation. He squeezed the fingers in his ass by tightening his anal
muscles. When Manning's cock finally stopped spurting, he gripped the shaft
with his fist and milked the last drops out before greedily sucking them
down.

"Damn..., that was great head...!" sighed Manning, even more exhausted than
before as he lay his head back sleepily.

	Garikayii cleaned the cock head off with his mouth before standing
upright. Manning watched as he licked the last of his cum from the corners
of his mouth with his tongue. He smiled down at the sleepy American before
helping him to down from the massage table.
	Manning headed straight for his wallet as Garikayii folding the
table and put it away in the bathroom. When he returned (unrolling his
sleeves and smiling), Manning handed him two crisp one hundred dollar
bills.

"Thank you...!!" grinned Garikayii, his eyes lighting up like high beams.

"Just remember..., I still need that 4pm wake up call, now more than ever!"
smiled Manning, shaking Garikayii's hand.

"Yes..., 4pm!" agreed Garikayii. As Manning crawled into bed for a nap, the
African quietly left, placing a `do not disturb' sign on the doorknob
before leaving. He would certainly be back to awaken Manning personally,
hoping to make more money off the rich American before his flight in the
morning...!


Written by
NPhillydogg@aol.com
Please do not copy!!!!