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THE LITTLE FUGITIVE
by Black Boy Dreams
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DISCLAIMER: This story deals with an encounter, erotics and explicit sexuality between a young teen and an adult man. If this kind of fantasy is disturbing to you, please do not read this. This story is suitable only for adults and should never be read or made available to minors or to people not legally allowed to have access to this kind of written fiction. The story is entirely fictional and based on fantasy not in any way involving real life persons.
COPYRIGHTED, all rights reserved, its forbidden to copy, quote or distribute this story without expressed permission by the author. Only allowed usage is to download it from an authorized distributor and reading it for personal use only.
I hope you will enjoy this fantasy.
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THE LITTLE FUGITIVE
by Black Boy Dreams
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Tylor peered through his kitchen window into the night, watching the wind blow huge snowflakes around furiously. He was glad it was a friday night, the roads would probably be cleared by monday when he had to go to work, and he had enough food in his house to not have to go shopping the next morning. His coffee machine gave a loud hiss, signalling its readyness and with barista flair Tylor continued making himself a espresso. Smiling he smelled the aroma of freshly ground Blue Mountain beans, taking his tasty treasure to his living room, sat himself down and enjoyingly put the little cup to his lips.
Suddenly his doorbell rang. The spell broken, Tylor slapped the little cup on its saucer and frowning looked at the clock. A quarter past eleven! Who the hell would visit at a quarter past eleven on a freezing January night in a snowstorm?
Tylor got up, to the hall, popped on the hall light and to his surprise saw a small silhouette though the matte glass of his front door. Tylor unbolted and opened his door, forgetting his uusual cautiousness.
In front of him stood a small, very young black teen wearing a too thin shiny black nylon wintercoat with a hood, blue jeans and dirty white sports sneakers half covered in snow. The boy was trembling all over with cold, blowing furiously into his gloveless hands.
"Please sir.." he begged with a thick African accent, "Please let me come in sir, I have nowhere to go." He looked up to Tylor with big, pleading brown eyes.
"You poor boy, come right in!" Tylor's heart and front door opened up wide and on shaking legs the boy staggered in. "You're hypothermic!" Tylor said, shocked at the state the young boy was in and closed the door behind him. He reached out his hand and the boy cupped it with both his small hands, which were cold as ice. "You poor boy, where do you live? I'll take you home!"
The boy stepped up to Tylor and hugged him tight, he started crying and sobbed: "No home sir, I had to get out of the train early sir, I don't know where I am. Please don't send me away sir I will die!" Tylor could barely discern it between the thick African accent and the chattering of the boy's teeth.
Tylor hugged the small freezing boy tight, he only reached up barely to his chest. "Why did you have to get off the train early? Its OK boy you can tell me. You're not from here are you? This country I mean?"
The boy hugged and shook him with his shivering. "Immigration police sir. I have no passport sir they would have taken me. I just want to go to my dad.." He cried, "Please no police sir, my dad has no passport too sir, please please no police they will give me to Immigration."
Tylor pulled the boy's wet hood down and rubbed his smooth cheek, holding him close. So cold.. He understood now, the boy and his father were illegal immigrants, and they had become separated. He petted the boy's cheek reassuringly, feeling the cold and the wetness of the boys tears.
"Its ok, its ok, hush now." He hushed him. "No police I promise, and we'll find a way to find your father. First let's get you warm." Tylor broke the hug and unzipped the boy's thinnish nylon wintercoat. The boy let him, trembling and rubbing his hands. "What's your name boy?"
"Kirabo sir. Thank you sir." the boy said, grateful that the man was understanding.
Tylor took the shivering boy by the shoulder and led him by it. "Come, inside there it is warm. Lets get you warm first." They got inside and Tylor got the boy seated beside him on his couch. "Are you okay?"
"No! No sir, so cold!" Kirabo said with emhasis, rubbing his arms over his chest.
"What is worst?"
"My feet sir, they are almost numb!"
Tylor said nothing, but took Kirabo's legs on his lap, the boy slid on his back , and he started unlacing the wet red laces of the shoes that had snow frosted to ice on them. The boy had bare ankles, he wore no socks.
"What are you doing sir?" The boy shivered, a bit worried at the man's forwardness.
Tylor slid the shoes off the boy's small brown feet and began inspecting the toes carefully. "Checking for frostbite Kirabo, if they are frozen I have to take you to the hospital or you'll lose your toes."
"Please sir no hospital, they call Immigration!"
"Okay, okay, move your toes for me." Tylor said, and the boy managed to move them. Tylor took the small bown feet, that were a bit dirty and smelly, between his hands and started rubbing them firmly. They were incredibly cold. "You are in luck Kirabo, no frostbite but just barely, you get to keep your toes. Winter is evil here. Is this your first winter here?"
Kirabo nodded. "Never seen snow sir. You are kind sir." he shivered.
Tylor felt the feet, still so cold. He reached a bit inside the boy's pant leg and felt his ankle, which was way too cold also. He looked at the African boy, who was shivering and still chattering his pearly white teeth. His first aid knowledge kicked in. "Kirabo do you trust me?"
"Y-yeah sir?" The boy asked carefully.
"What is best for you now is that we get in bed together, clothes off, and that you warm yourself on me. That's the best we can do. Do you trust me enough for..."
Kirabo's eyes grew wide. "Yes sir please sir! I'm so cold sir! Please sir, yes!" he interrupted eagerly.
Tylor slid the boy's feet off his lap, got up and helped shivering Kirabo get up. Tylor led the way to his badroom, a soft patter of small bare feet and a chattering of teeth following right behind him.
In his bedroom Tylor took off his shoes and socks, and Kirabo trembling pulled his shirt over his head. Tylor unbuttoned his shirt looking at the boy sitting beside him. The young African teen, if a teen he was, was very slender of build, thin arms and torso with a tiny bump for a bellybutton, the dark brown boy's thin body quivered and had goosebumps all over, his nipples contracted and hard. Tylor smiled. Goosebumps and shivering were all good signs.. Tylor got up and undid his belt, Kirabo faced him, popped the button of his jeans and pulled then way down on his ankles revealing not-so-white undies. Tylor bent to take his pants off and when he looked up he saw that the young boy now too pulled down his underpants and tossed them on his shirt and pants on the floor.
Tylor wanted to comment that that wasn't needed but he smiled, casting a gaze at the boy's African boyhood that revealed the boy both was indeed a young teen, albeit barely so, and that he indeed was very cold., his wrinkled brown boyhood was little more than an empty sheath of dark brown foreskin.
He looked up, the boy grinned. "Can we get in sir? I'm freezing my weewee off!" he said and flicked that he called his weewee with his finger.
Tylor faced the naked boy in his boxer shorts and slid into bed, holding it open for the young African, who almost lept in and without hesitation cuddled into his side, wrapping his arm and leg over the white man. "Oh God you're cold!" Tylor exclaimed, feeling the boy was ice cold from head to toe.
"Yeah sir.." Kirabo chattered, "Please make me warm." Tylor covered them both in the thick downy bedcover, just their heads sticking out, tucking in the sides as they cocooned up.
He turned to the boy and hugged him in his arms, pressing the shivering boy to his bigger warm body under the soft downy bedcover. He let the boy glip his small ice cold leg between his and felt the freezing 'weewee' pressed against his belly. Tylor now lay face to face upclose with the young African boy. The boy had a handsome dark brown round face, a well shaped nose, a thumb's thickness of nappy, tight curled African hair on his head, big, full brown lips with a bit of pink showing on the lower lip and two beautiful dark brown eyes, the white of them a wee bit brownish too, that were looking at him just as closely.
"You are a kind man sir." Kirabo whispered, the chattering of his teeth was lessening a bit, "I trust you."
"You're a handsome boy Kirabo.." Tylor said gently, "Where are you from?"
Kirabo looked at him hesitantly for a moment. "Uganda sir, but you shouldn't tell anyone."
"I won't tell anyone, it's our secret Kirabo." Tylor said and Kirabo smiled.
Kirabo's shivering slowly calmed to a squirming as the warmth of Tylors body started seeping in, and Kirabo kept cuddled snugly against the warm white man. "You saved my life sir, I would have died."
"Ah no Kirabo, you could have rang any doorbell and the people would have done the same." Tylor said soothingly, trying to ease the boy's mind.
"I did it two times sir and they sent me away each time." Kirabo softly said and closed his eyes,pushing back some hurt.
"Aww Kirabo no, what heartless people would send a boy like you out in the snow." Tylor said, feeling pain in his heart that anyone would do such a thing.
Kirabo looked him in the eyes and whispered: "Bad people sir. There are many bad people, it's why we had to go. You are good like my father is."
Tylor brought his head a little closer and rubbed the tip of his nose over Kirabo's and said kindly: "Well I'm not sending you out in the snow that's for sure. I can make a nice bed for you on my couch, its very comfy for a boy your size."
"Aaaah siiir can I sleep in your bed with you? Where it''s warm? Pleease?" Kirabo asked adorably, Tylor could not refuse.
"They say necessity makes strange bedfellows Kirabo, tonight that will be you and me."
Kirabo gave him a little kiss on his cheek. "You are a kind man and this is the best bed I ever been in sir. Soft and warm and big enough for us both!"
Tylor smiled at this affection. "It sure is Kirabo." He rubbed the boy's back a bit and tickled the back of the boy's neck, making him show his pearly white teeth in a wide grin. "I do believe a certain little boy is getting warm!"
Kirabo smiled wide and chuckled softy, with a trying voice: "My butt is still cold sir."
Tylor grinned. "Oh really now, little man?" he asked, he let his arm slide down and started rubbing the boy's cool buttocks, which despite the boy's slenderness were quite round and full. "There's other ways a boy's buttocks can be warmed you know?" he said teasingly.
Kirabo chuckled a lot at this. "Naww I like this just fine sir..." he said a little shyly and closed his eyes while Tylor rubbed and kneaded his buttocks.
Tylor smiled at the boy's cheek. He took in some air. The boy obviously hadn't washed in some days, how many he dared not guess, and he was a bit smelly, but Tylor decided it was a good kind of smelly, the charming boy smelled a bit strange but in a way that was kind on the nose.
He let his eyes wander to the pile of boy clothes. He noticed that the not-so-white undies had a small dried yellow spot in the front. He smiled as he kept rubbing the boy's butt. "Maybe the little Ugandan prince could benefit from a shower, and I could put your clothes though my washer too. They'll be crisp tomorrow."
Kirabo looked at him smiling. "Aww can I shower tomorrow sir? The bed's got me tired."
"That's okay Kirabo, we'll do it like that. Are you warm now?"
"Yeah sir but I like to cuddle with you if you don't mind." the young boy smiled.
Tylor petted his buttocks. "Thats fine, I like you close too, especially now that you're not a block of ice anymore."
Kirabo grinned wide and started rubbing Tylor's back a bit just like Tylor was still rubbing his butt. Some moments came and went with the two unlikely bedfellows cuddling and enjoying silently.
"I have a paper sir." Kirabo said suddenly.
"Paper?"
"With the phone number of my father sir. I can call him and tell him that I am safe with you."
Tylor was relieved. That solved the problem that had been in the back of his mind all the time now, how to locate the boy's father without alerting the authorities. "That's great Kirabo! Do you want to call him now? Maybe he can come pick you up and you'll be with him tonight."
"I really wanna call yes sir but he can't come tonight, no car, and he will be glad that I'm safe with you. He can come tomorrow maybe if he has money for the train."
"I could drive you."
Kirabo shook his head. "It's late and I want to stay with you tonight if that is okay with you sir. Not to be rude."
Tylor smiled. "No, no, that's not rude little man, I want you to stay too.Tonight and tomorrow you are my guest, and we'll get you nice and clean for your dad. Looks like we'll share this bed after all."
Kirabo grinned, broke the cuddle and got up. "Can I call now sir? He will be worried sick!"
"Sure Kirabo, put some pants on and come."
"No need sir, its warm in the house." Kirabo smiled. Tylor's eyes traced down his body to between his legs. The boy's boyhood that had been a wrinkled little worm before now hung down warmly, about as thick and a bit longer as Tylor's thumb, his foreskin protruding to an elongated point, showing that this boy indeed probably had just entered his teenage years. "Sir?" Kirabo giggled and Tylor got out of bed. Kirabo bent over to retrieve a stack of dirty folded pieces of paper from his pants, his thick brown buttocks flexed and stretched as he bent down deep, Tylor raised his hand and gave them a playful swat.
"Wha?" Kirabo asked, surprised but remaining bent over while he looked through the papers.
"That's for not putting your pants on!" Tylor smiled and gave another playful swat on the inviting boybutt, "And that's for saying 'wha'." The boy chuckled and started wiggling his butt at Tylor, who gave it a few swats more. "Oh yea Kirabo?" he taunted and gave another swat on the smooth brown orbs of the giggling boy, who now held onto his knees, remaining bent over and wiggling his butt, "You think this is a game?" He swatted again, "You think this is some sort of game huh?"
The brown boy giggled in joy. "Yeah sir I think its a game yes!" and wiggled some more.
Tylor gave a few more swats. "Boy if you don't stand up now there's gonna be trouble!"
"What kinda trouble sir?" Kirabo inquired, wiggling teasingly.
"You across my lap getting your butt spanked kinda trouble you wicked boy!" More wiggles, more swats.
"Naww you wouldn't sir!" Kirabo challenged, still wiggling.
"Now you've done it!" Tylor said decisively, took the bent over boy by his shoulder and side, sat on the bed and lay the wildly giggling boy across his lap, catching both the boy's wrists and holding them snugly on the wriggling boy's back.
Tylor raised his hand and started slapping the boy's round brown buttocks, Kirabo frantically stuggling and squirming, not at all hard but a bit harder than before, and now not stopping to hear more of the boy's cheekiness. The African boy chuckled and giggled hysterically and laughed: "Stop! Stop! I'll tell my dad! I'll tell my dad!"
"You'll tell him you been walking through my house in your bare weewee?"
"Nooooo nooo!" Kirabo laughed.
"You'll tell him you've been wiggling that butt at me?"
"Noooo nooo I won't tell him that!" Kirabo laughed and squirmed while the slaps still rained down.
"Then what will you tell him?"
"I tell him that I am safe and with the kindest man of the whole country Sir! Please sir! Mercy!"
"Oh yeah? Beg for it!"
"Please please sir please stop slapping my buttocks sir! They are warm enough already sir, please! Have pity on my poor buttocks sir! Mercy! Mercyyy!"
Tylor stopped and rubbed the brown boy's bubble butt, which indeed had gotten quite warm. He grabbed the boy and hugged him against his body. "You're a great boy Kirabo!"
"You are awesome sir, the kindest man I met in the whole country!"
"Come, let's make that call!" Tylor said and let Kirabo get off his lap. He saw that the brown boyhood had swollen some, and now hung at an angle, filling it's loose foreskin a lot better.
Kirabo grinned apologetically. "I love getting spanked when its for fun sir." he confessed, and bent to pick up the pieces of paper. Tylor swatted the inviting butt for good measure which had the boy giggle.
Downstairs Tylor retrieved his phone from the station and gave it to Kirabo, who took it and jumped back into the couch, cooling his brown butt on the white leather, sitting there with his legs spread wide, feet dangling and his boyhood still a bit pumped as he pressed the number of his father into the phone.
Tylor smiled, watching the boy call his father. It was quiet for four rings, Tylor held his breath, but then the phone was picked up at the other end.
Kirabo began enthusiastically talking in a strange African language that sounded beautiful and melodic, and his enthusiam was met by a male voice on the other end that went just about ballistic with joy. They talked quickly and happily back and forth, Kirabo using great emphasis in some of his strange words, flapping his feet in joy.
Kirabo held down the phone, covering the mouth end. "Sir what is your address?" Tylor told him and Kirabo related it slowly, it was being written down on the other end. "And the number of this phone sir?" Tylor gave that too, and it too was relayed. They chatted a bit more, kisses were exchanged over the line and Kirabo clicked off the call, hugging the telephone to his small chest before giving it back to Tylor who put it back in the station.
"Dad is so very happy that I'm safe and in good hands sir! Tomorrow he will come pick me up at between ten and eleven. He is so happy sir!"
"And I'll be handing him over a clean happy boy." Tylor smiled, "Come boy, let's go wash your clothes."
"Can we go sleep after sir? I'm very sleepy."
"Sure Kirabo, you and me." Tylor smiled.
They went upstairs, Tylor lifted the boy's not-so-white undies off his pants and wiggled them in front of the boy's face. "This looks like it needs Ariel's magic wand!" he chuckled, and Kirabo got a bit embarrassed and quickly emptied his pockets. The papers, a small wallet, a stick of chewing gum and a folding pocketknife, it wasnt much.
"Kirabo, I didnt ask but are you hungry?" Tylor asked, picking up the boy's shirt and discreetly smelled it, not to embarrass Kirabo. It was endowed with the same spicy but somewhat stale boyish musk he had smelled lying in bed with the boy, staler in the t-shirt version than in the boy version, and he wrapped it around the undies.
"What have you got sir?' Kirabo asked and quickly added, "Not to be rude."
"It's fine. Well I could make you some sandwiches. I got ham, peanut butter, Gouda cheese.."
"Peanut butter on bread is great sir!" Kirabo said eagerly, "With a bit of sugar on it if you have it." He got up and without asking lay his pants over the clothes Tylor was holding.
"Would the Ugandan prince like a glass of milk with that?" Tylor chuckled.
"Yes please!" Kirabo grinned and followed Tylor downstairs to the washroom, where Tylor dumped the clothes in the washer and added a good dose of Ariel. Kirabo read the detergent brand name and grinned, understanding what Tylor had referred to earlier.
"Won't we have to stay up to hang it out sir?"
"Naw boy this is a washer and dryer in one, tomorrow it pops open and out come freshly washed clothes for a freshly washed boy." Tylor turned the machine on.
"Its been a while." Kirabo grinned apologetically and Tylor rubbed and patted his small shoulder reassuringly.
"Let's get the prince of Uganda some yummies to sleep on!" Tylor decided and the naked African boy pattered after him into the kitchen. "You and your father, what language was that? It sounded beautiful."
"Luganda, it's Ganda. Almost everybody in Uganda speaks it."
"Your English is great." Tylor said, whipping out the peanut butter, and Kirabo gave him a playful shove.
"English is national language next to Luganda!" Kirabo chuckled, "I'm from Kampala not from the bushbush."
"Ahh a city boy like me!" Tylor said, sprinkled brown cane sugar on the peanut butter and poured a big glass of milk, then put the plate with the two peanut butter sandwiches and the glass of milk on the kitchen table. Kirabo eagerly got seated on the wooden bench and Tylor chuckled: "Move over!" and went to sit right beside him, arm across his back, holding his shoulder gently while the boy ate.
Tylor looked on and smiled, the thin boy ate with elegance but the pace with which the sandwiches and milk went down showed that he done good asking the boy whether he was hungry.
Kirabo finished, rubbed his tummy that now had a bit of bulge to it, then yawned deeply.
"Ohh sorry sir. It was delicious sir, thank you very much. Shall I wash it and we go sleeping?"
Tylor got up, collected the plate, the untouched fork and knife and the glass and put them in the dishwasher. "Oooh you got a machine for that sir!" the boy exclaimed and Tylor teased:
"Yeah lucky you! Come, let's go to bed." The naked African boy got up and followed him through the house as he turned off the lights, then up the stairs to the bedroom, and slipped into bed with him.
Kirabo cuddled up close against Tylor, who smiled at the boy's affection. "Want to sleep like that huh? On my pillow?"
"Yeah if you like sir, I'd like that."
"It's fine, you're a good boy and you miss your dad." Kirabo nodded and Tylor wanted to turn off the light.
"Can the little light stay on sir? Please?"
"Afraid of the dark?"
"Bad dreams sir, and waking up not knowing where I am."
"It's fine, the light stays on."
Kirabo murred and cuddled up closer against him. Tylor smiled to him. "You're as sweet as chocolate Kirabo." Tylor said gently, and Kirabo grinned wide.
They let the bed warm up and the calm of the night come over them. Tylor was getting sleepy himself, but Kirabo suddenly looked at him a bit more awake than he was before. "Sir, I want to give you something."
"What is that Kirabo?" Tylor wondered.
"You have been so very good to me sir, I want to give you something that you deserve."
"You have so little Kirabo, it's okay.."
"No sir, please promise me that you will let me give it to you and not stop me. I really really want to give it."
Tylor raised his eyebrows. "Okay.." he said, "I promise." he said and Kirabo broke the hug and lay his fingers on Tylor's lips.
"Please sir, not a word." Tylor nodded, fingertips still on his lips.
Kirabo moved, but he didnt get up but instead slid himself under the bedcover.. Tylor blinked. Kirabo went downward, then closer...
Tylor felt how the boy took the band of his boxershort, and pulled it down, inverting it over his legs. He gasped. Was the boy really..?
He felt small warm fingers grasp his cock, free his balls from between his legs and peel his foreskin back.
Oh God! He was.
Tylor wanted to pull up the bedcover and stop him, but he had made a promise. This was not what he intended. He had enjoyed the boy's pleasant ways, the look of him but.. Below, he felt how those full brown boy lips closed around his soft member, he felt a sucking and licking that felt most pleasant.
Tylor was alarmed. Sure he had enjoyed seeing the boy's physique and how freely he moved naked, unashamed to be seen. He had enjoyed the spanking game but.. He was so young, so very young!
Tylor gulped, feeling his cock react eagerly to the sucking and licking, and a gentle playing with his balls. He could not help but let out a soft moan when the boy's tongue flicked his pee slit. Kirabo had heard this, and now began eagerly flicking that sensitive slit over and over, kneading his shaft with his lips.
Tylor closed his eyes. Before his mind's eye he saw glimpses of Kirabo's body, of how he sat legs wide, boyhood half swollen on his couch, clutching the telephone. Oh God that boy was wicked with his tongue! Tylor now moaned softly, more and more, and this made Kirabo chuckle excitedly under the bedcover and somehow, somehow it turned Tylor on so much, to hear that chuckle and feel that boy's tongue not just lick him, but explore his flesh and play with it, reacting to his arousal.
Before his mind's eye he was spanking the little fugitive, his hand slapping those smooth brown orbs, rubbing them.. He moaned a bit louded and more urgently, squirming a bit, panting and he was letting go to the feeling. This was going to happen, and it was good.
Tylor reached under the bedcover and started stroking the soft tight curls of the young African boy's head, stroking and petting, reassuring him that it was good and that he was allowed. Kirabo let out a moan too and it vibrated Tylor's meat in the small confines of the boy's mouth, who pleased him oh so deliciously.
Tylor fully surrendered, overcome by the lusts that Kirabo evoked in him, he but down on the bedcover moaning, his fingers that stroked the boy's soft African curls trembling.. Suddenly he came, and came hard in the boy's mouth, he pumped his seed and felt the boy hug his legs and gulping, gulping down every last drop of it, and that turned him on so very much that his orgasm got a second peak and he squirted more seed, more seed into that small hungrily gulping mouth, until he was drained of his last drop.
Kirabo, traced his finger over Tylor's urethra, squeezing the last bits out into his mouth and devouring that too. Tylor lay there panting, Kirabo kept most of his cock in his mouth and let it get soft that way, sucking it slowly, calmingly, then he popped it out of his mouth and let out a small boyish burp that sent a shiver up Tylor's spine.
Kirabo emerged above the bedcovers again and lay his head down on Tylor's pillow, facing him from up close. For a while they lay silent.
"Thank you." Tylor said softly, "Thank you for your gift."
Kirabo nodded to him, gazing at him with a strange focus in his gaze, preoccupied, his lip bitten, shaking a bit as if cold again.
Tylor smiled and whispered: "Kir.. Are you playing with your weewee?" Kirabo nodded again, focussed, gazing at him closely. "Want a hand with that, little firecracker?"
Kirabo's face split open in a wide grin, he lost his focus and his hands, a bit moist, now stroked Tylor's body. "Yes please sir!" he panted, excited by the offer.
Tylor reached under the bedcover, Kirabo took his wrist and led the big hand to between his legs, Tylor let his hand be led, until he felt a throbbing smooth hot shaft rubbed across his palm. He closed his fingers around it, Kirabo's eyes widened a bit. Excited all the way, the boy had fair girth to him and despite his petite body size his boyhood was longer than Tylor's hand was wide.
Tylor's fingers kneaded, fierce throbbing ensued, sparks shot from Kirabo's eyes! Tylor began masturbating the young boy's boyhood with adult skill, looking closely to the boy's responses.
Kirabo started moaning, first softly, then somewhat louder with his mouth a bit open., his lips quivering. They had their eyes locked all the time, Tylor saw the excitement in them, the yearning and surrender, the sparks of pleasure when Tylor found a move that delighted the boy.
"Oooooowwwhh.... mmmmmmmmhhh..." Kirabo moaned unashamed, eyes locked, stroking Tylor's mature body, exploring his chest hair, thrusting his boyhood into the delightful big hand a bit, faster and faster.
Suddenly Kirabo hugged Tylor with arms and legs and started hissig, a few drops of seed sprinkled against Tylor's belly and then the boy kissed his lips, moaning in desires fulfilled, lips docked. Kirabo parted the kiss, breathed in deep then exhaled in utter bliss. He cuddled into Tylor and closed his eyes.
"Mmmmm you're the kindest man in the whole world." He murred contently. Tylor wanted to reply but noticed to his amazement that the young African boy had dozed off in his arms, and now breathed calm and even in the sweet slumber of sleep.
Tylor very gently kissed the boy's forehead and closed his eyes too.
Somehow, somehow this was right. He would never have imagined it, he hadn't expecied it or even wanted it when the boy laid his first move on him but now, somehow, somehow it was right exactly the way it was. His mind's eye played back things that had happened betwen them, things said, things seen and things done, until sleep overtook Tylor too, sleeping in an African boy's embrace.
And like so, the man and the boy dreamt for half the night.
Tylor was rudely awoken by Kirabo mumbling and stirring. He opened his eyes and saw the boy with a heavy frown on his face shake and twitch and mumble in clear fear, then suddenly cry out and shoot from deep sleep into a waking daze. He looked at Tylor in shock, out of it. "Where am I?" He asked overcome with fear.
Tylor hugged him and calmly said. "Shhhh you are safe with me. Remember it. Remember." Kirabo struggled a bit but then calmed and his struggle became a strong hug of arms and legs.
"Yeah sir.. Now I remember sir. It is you.."
"What was happening?"
"I was being chased sir."
Tylor rubbed the boy's buttocks, knowing the boy liked that feeling. "A monster?"
"No sir, bad men. They were after me."
Tylor nodded, understanding. "In Uganda?"
"No sir not them.." Kirabo started sobbing softly. "Right here sir. The police. They wanted to catch me and put me on a plane to Africa and I would never see my dad again."
Tylor's heart almost ripped open. No boy in the world should have to have nightmares like these, especially not in a country where everything is supposed to be allright. "It's okay Kirabo. You are with me, hiding with me in my safe home, and tomorrow your father will come and you will be together."
"Yes, yes that's true.." Kirabo calmed down and snorted down an emotion.
"Ssshh, its ok. Tomorrow a good shower and fresh clothes and your dad between ten and eleven. He loves you very much, I could hear that in his voice."
"Mmmmhh.." Kirabo moaned in comfort, and to Tylors amazement was so comforted that he dozed off in mid-conversation, feeling safe in Tylor's arms.
Tylor calmed himself down but it wasn't as easy as for Kirabo. He wasn't naive about illegal immigrants but it had never hit home with him, the reality of it, as hard as it did now. Would they really deport a young teen? They would handle it in some way but, what if his father was caught and deported alone? He never thought about it on any sort of level as he did now holding a young refugee in his arms, a young refugee with very real nightmares of being deported and losing his father. He decided to do a websearch on the realities of illegal immigration in his country tomorrow, when the boy and his father had left.
This put him at ease somewhat, he tenderly kissed the boy's cheek and let sleep overtake him.
Tylor woke up lying on his back, with Kirabo stradding him and tickling his hairy chest. The boy wore Tylor's boxershort on his head like a hat. Tylor grimaced and shook the sleep out of his face, making Kirabo giggle. He heard that giggle, looked up at naked Kirabo towering over him, grinning down, and he could not help but smile wide. "Hey little firecracker, what's up?"
"You were snoring sir! Good morning to you! When are we gonna shower?"
"Good morning sweetie.. You can shower now if you like, the bathroom is.."
"No, no, you are gonna shower with me sir, together!"
Tylor tickled his belly, liking that idea on second thought. Kirabo giggled and made bellydancerlike moves, making a game of evading the tickling fingers. "You got me, I do like the sound of that."
"Come come!" Kirabo urged energetically.
"How late is it?"
"Almost eight sir, you're lazy!" Tylor looked. It was 7:34 AM.
"I'm just old." Tylor chuckled and pulled his boxers off the boy's head. "How did that..?"
"You sleep really deep sir, really deep!" Kirabo giggled and let his eyes flash mischievously.
Tylor playfully flicked the little bump of the boy's bellybutton. "What have you been up to?"
"Huh me? Nothin' sir!"
"You'd better not or I'm going to invent the breakfast spanking!"
"Wooooooh!" Kirabo hooted softly in joy, then pulled Tylor's wrists. "Come, shower!"
"Allright allright.." Tylor smilingly protested, grabbed Kirabo, hugged him close and held him, got out of bed and put the boy on his feet.
Kirabo took hold of Tylor's cock and started walking, Tylor chuckled as he let himself be led. "You're really going for that breakfast spanking aren't you Kir?" Kirabo giggled and led him down the hall. "In here sweetie."
They went into the bathroom and Kiravo smiled as he looked around. "Beautiful sir!" he said looking at the bright white tiles and the chrome. Tylor reached in the shower cabin and opened the tap wide, the thermostat kicked in and soon the showerhead gushed with warm water.
Kirabo slipped past him into the shower cabin, took his wrist and pulled. "It's small." Tylor said.
"We'll fit sir, nice and close!" Kirabo said and pulled his arm, Tylor followed him in the shower cabin and closed it. Nice and close indeed, the man and the boy were almost body to body in the small glass cabin.
"I can't wash myself!" Tylor complained amused.
"We'll wash each other!" Kirabo said and without hesitation began rubbing and washing Tylor's large white body.
"Ah well!" Tylor smiled and started rubbing the boy's smooth slick body under the warm stream. Kirabo giggled as they clumsily moved and contorted to best wash each other in the small cabin. Tylor smiled at the boy's shameless enthusiasm and the pleasant rubbing, what a great way to start a day. He watched the young boy manoeuvre the small space, his round brown butt flattening against the glass to better reach. "You are lucky that you're such a good boy Kirabo, that I only had to spank you once."
The boy giggled and halted his rubbing. "Oooh what if I'm bad sir what then?"
"Then you'd be.."
Kirabo interrupted him by tapping him on his chest and pointing down. Tylor looked down and his eyes grew wide seeing the boy was peeing freely in the stream, a yellow puddle washing around their feet, the smell of fresh pee wafting up at his nose. "You dirty boy!" Tylor laughed and firmly grabbed Kirabo by the shoulders, pinning him against the glass wall The young African teen squealed in joy and a bit of freight. "Now you're gonna get it!" he vowed, butted the shower cabin open and dragged Kirabo, still peeing, out of the shower cabin.
"Sir! Sir! I'm still going! Sir! Please!" Kiravo protested frantically giggling and struggled, but Tylor dragged the glistening wet brown boy, leaving a trail of yellow pee behind him, to the toilet.
At the toilet Tylor got seated and dragged the young African boy over his lap, collecting his thin arms and pinning his wrists under his left hand on the boy's back. "You are SO gonna get it now little worm!" and Kirabo struggled, flapping his feet and twisting side to side like a fish trying to escape, squealing with laughter.
Tylor held the struggling boy down and tilted him a bit, so his jigggling, bulging brown buttocks were pushed a bit upwards. He gave a probing slap which made Kirabo yelp in fear and gave the glistening wet brown butt a good firm rub to prepare him. This was going to be something they both enjoyed!
Tylor raised his hand high, Kirabo, straining to look back went "woooooh sir!" in fearful, excited anticipation and then he started smacking the boy's buttocks firmly, alternating between left and right, cupping each buttock with every slap, letting his big white hand lay on the shiny brown butt with every slap to let the smack sinbk in. The loud wet slaps bounced off the tiled walls, and so did Kirabo's hooting and giggling, Tylor firmed up the slaps more making the African boy yelp with each wet smack, making sure to hit hard enough that the boy would buck on his lap, but soft enough that the boy kept giggling like a maniac, the droplets of water splattering off his buttocks against Tylor's body and face.
"There, there little fiend! Peeing in MY shower! Baaad boy! Baaad, baaad dirtty boy!" Tylor laughed and tilted Kirabo even more so that his head was a bit down and his brown butt was way up in the air, making Kirabo hoot 'wooooh!' that his brown boybutt was now even better presented to the big white hand.
"Oooooh sir, sir, please! Oww! Please! Oww sir oww oww oww!" Kirabo yelled but the fact that he did so while laughing wildly did nothing to appeal to Tylor's mercy.
Tylor slapped and smacked the perky brown butt for minutes on end and poor Kirabo howled and hooted with laughter, until finally Tylor decided enough was enough, stopped spanking, levelled Kirabo over his lap and started rubbing his brown buttocks slowly, the butt glowed fiery hot. Kirabo's chuckling calmed and he started softly moaning, a bit in pain and a bit in pleasure. Tylor gently rubbed and asked kindly. "Hey lil buddy, are you okay?"
Kirabo nodded briskly and softly murred: "Mrrrrr mmmm yeeah yeeah sir I'm great sir... Mmmmm.."
"You sure little hero?"
"Muhuh sir!"
Tylor drew closer and whispered tenderly in the boy's little ear: "Was that the spanking you hoped to get sweetie?"
"The best sir, that was great... Mmm lemme clean up the mess sir." Tylor let go of the boy's wrists and Kirabo got up and stood in front of Tylor, legs in a spread stance, hands to his sides, pelvis thrust out a bit, showing off his boyhood that was hard and throbbing. "Got something to clean up with sir?"
Tylor got up and pulled a towel off the rack and tossed it in Kirabo's face, who took it and got on his knees and started to follow the trail and splatters of pee on the white tiles. Tylor walked up close with him and teased: "Now look at that, such a naughty boy just moments ago, a little spanking and voila, there's this perfectly mannered helpful little boy offering to clean up the mess!"
"That was NOT a little spanking sir, that was the jackpot!" Kirabo chuckled and crawled around on all fours cleaning the trail of pee.
"I will do it all over again if you miss just one little spot, lil guy!"
"Woooooh!" Kirabo hooted in joy at that promise, but saw to it that not a drop was missed, his thirst for a spanking was fully quenched and the buy seemed on a cloud of bliss because of it. "Done sir." He said finally, Tylor took the dirty towel from him and threw it in the hamper, then held out his hands and helped the black boy get back on his feet. Tylor said nothing but herded the boy back under the running shower, joined him and closed the cabin. He took a shampoo bottle, put a squirt of white gel on the boy's nappy hair and started massaging it into his scalp, giving the boy a good head of lather as he washed his hair with loving care.
Kirabo scooped lather from his head and used it to wash Tylor's chest hair and his pubes. Tylor washed the lather out of the boy's hair, his tight nappy curls shone shiny black. "So beautiful, your hair.." Tylor mused, "I like it when Africans make braids and all but natural African hair like this, it's very beautiful."
"I wish you could wash it every day sir, I love showering with you." Kirabo said and hugged the man, who hugged him back.
"Yeah I'll miss you too Kirabo.." Tylor said tenderly, then turned off the tap. "Come, I'll dry you, you dry me, then we see about breakfast." They got out of the shower, Tylor gave Kirabo a towel, took one himself and they started drying each other. "I promised a freshly washed boy in freshly washed clothes and I keep my promises." After they dried each other Kirabo crouched down and started drying the bathroom floor with his towel, moving all around Tylor. "Such a good little kid now you've got your spanking!" Tylor teased and Kirabo chuckled a bit embarrassed..
The towels went in the hamper and Kirabo followed Tylor to the bedroom, where he got fully dressed in a fresh set of clothes. The naked brown boy watched closely how Tylor dressed up and finally buttoned his shirt, then the boy gathered Tylor's old clothes. "I'll carry those sir." He cheerfully volunteered, and they walked to the washroom.
Tylor opened the washer and produced Kirabo's freshly washed clothes, he took the boy's now sparkling white undies and dangled them in front of the dark boy. "Is that white or what? You're going to look so good eating your breakfast in these!"
Kirabo chuckled. "Wut I'm not getting my shirt and pants back?"
"After breakfast!" Tylor winked and Kirabo grinned wide.
"You really like me huh sir?" Kirabo said as he put on his undies, Taylor faced him, put his palm to his cheek, gently rubbed his thumb over the boy's full brown-and-pink lips and very gently said:
"Yeah, don't you?"
"You're awesome sir." Kirabo whispered sweetly, giving the thumb a little kiss of big lips. Tylor gave Kirabo his other clothes, which the boy bundled under his arm and followed the man to the kitchen.
"I'm thinking fried eggs on toasted bread with milk and a banana, is that good?"
"Yeah! Bananas are always good!" Kirabo smiled and followed Tylor around as he made the table and cooked them breakfast. Tylor made a big plate with eggs on bread and cut it up, placing it on the table with the milk and fruit. He got seated and Kirabo grinned:
"Move over!", and went to sit snugly against the man despite having been given plenty of room. Tylor smiled to him, enjoying the boy's intimacy.
They ate and shared some smalltalk between them, afterwards Kirabo insisted on feeding the dishes to the dishwasher and followed him into the livingroom, Tylor with the boy's clothes under his arm.
Tylor got seated and Kirabo stood in front of him. Tylor tossed him his pants, and Kirabo put them on under Tylor's watchful eye. He checked his pockets. "Oh sir, my things."
"Run boy!" Tylor said, and swatted the boy on his backside as he turned and dashed upstairs to get his belongings. When he returned he again went to stand before Tylor, smiling. Tylor threw him his shirt and the boy put it on, gazing at him all the while. Tylor held out his arms. Kirabo got in his lap, they hugged and Tylor lay him on the couch on his side, taking the boy's feet in his lap and rubbing them again as he had done the night before. Kirabo cast him a curious glance and let him, enjoying the feeling. "These were so cold and so smelly last night.." Tylor smiled, "Now look how beautiful they are. Perfect."
"Beautiful sir? How?"
"Well.." said Tylor, "The size of them, the shape of them and the fact that they are so beautifully dark on top and yet so light underneath. Very beautiful."
Kirabo smiled and held out his small brown foot in front of Tylor's face. "Are you in love with my feet sir?" He giggled teasingly.
Tylor gently took the boy by the heel and gave the foot two kisses, one on top and one under the sole. Kirabo giggled, very shy now. Tylor looked him kindly in the eyes. Kirabo tryingly presented him with his other foot and it too got a kiss on top and a kiss underneath which got Kirabo joyful but very shy and embarrassed again. "Why sir? Its only just my feet.."
"There is no 'only just' about any part of you Kirabo.." Tylor said lovingly, "Every part of you is beautiful and special and deserves love."
"You gave my buttocks a whole lot of love in the bathroom!" Kirabo chuckled.
"Yes I did Kirabo, and I'd kiss em too if you don't believe me." Kiravo fell silent, then smiled very wide and peacefully.
"I told you you were awesome." He said, and Tylor picked up one of the boy's dirty white sports sneakers. Tylor smelled it.
"It's almost a crime to put such a dirty shoe on such a pretty clean foot." he said and slipped the shoe on the boy's foot, then carefully tied the red shoe lace. He took the other shoe, put it on and it too got laced with care. He saw a little hole in the side of the shoe and tickled the boy's little toe through it.
All the while Kirabo watched him closely. "You are like my dad." he said, "You really care about me sir."
"Yeah I do Kirabo.." Tylor said, "and I wish the whole world did." Kirabo smiled.
"You can either have my feet in your lap or hold all of me sir." Kirabo teased and Tylor helped the boy in his lap and held him.
There they sat, the man and the boy, holding each other close, gently chatting between them while the hands of the clock all too swiftly went around, until they silently passed ten o clock.
"Kirabo, chances are that we won't see each other again. I really, really enjoyed your company this night and morning."
Kirabo closed his eyes and nodded. "I'll think of you a lot sir, you are very kind and gave me a spanking I won't ever forget!"
"You really love that don't you?"
Kirabo got a sparkle in his eyes and slid off of Tylor's lap, who looked on. Kirabo reached and pulled down Tylor's zipper.
"Kirabo! Your dad can be here any moment now!"
"I'm gonna give you something for goodbyes sir!" the boy said, pulled the front of the man's boxers down through his zipper and pulled out the man's white meat that twitched a bit by being handled.
"Kirabo, no!"
Kirabo pressed his fingertips on Tylor's mouth. "Sir you spanked my butt up there and I had no say in that, now you will have no say in this. Sit back sir and let me give you my present. We do it quick!"
Tylor gasped, the boy's playing with his member and fortitude had made his member fully hard and eager now. "Okay, quick.." Tylor consented and Kirabo got on his knees on the ground before him, he flung the man's leg over him so he knelt inbetween, then bowed down, peeled down the white foreskin over the thick purplish glans and popped the manhood in his mouth, eagerly sucking and licking it fast and furious inside his mouth. Tylor moaned and shivered, he put his hands on Kirabo's small shoulders, the boy bobbed his head furiously and Tylor moaned deeply in the great pleasure the boy evoked.
Tylor looked at the clock. The boy's father was well underway, he possibly was right now walking on foot through the snow to the house where his young teenage son now sat on his knees sucking the meat of the grown man who had taken him in. It was wrong, so very very wrong, and at the same time, which was even more wrong, that excited Tylor even more, and he saw the young boy had great joy in his task too.
"Ohhhh my little firecracker, give it to me good!" Tylor moaned and the young boy picked up the pace. Tylor breathed deeper, faster, his fingers trembled as they held onto Kirabo's shoulders.
Tylor groaned and cringed and squirted thick hard squirts of seed deep in the black boy's mouth, who eagerly gulped it down , two gulps for every squirt, Tylor hissed, puffed.. Then his squirts became a trickle which the boy sucked up, and the proud lance became soft in the boy's mouth. Kirabo looked up to Tylor, the white man's soft meat still in his mouth, a trickle of thick white seed running over his chin. Tylor panted and rubbed the boy's nappy curls that sprang right back up, he gently rubbed the young black teen's chocolate brown cheek, how the boy's full African lips wrapped around his soft meat and at the trickle of his white seed on the young teen's ebony cheek...
At that very moment the doorbell rang.
Kirabo's mouth made a sucking wet pop as he drew back and the soft white cock popped out of his mouth, his eyes flashed white fire! Tylor quickly tucked his manhood back in and zipped up, Kirabo got up and Tylor quickly followed suit.
The doorbell rang again, now twice.
Tylor bowed down and kissed Kirabo's lips, who kissed back, and then he quickly brushed the trickle of his white seed off the black boy's chin and walked to the front door. "Stay here, catch your breath!"
Tylor gathered his courage, eased his breath, checked his zipper and then opened the door for the dark silhouette in the matte glass of his front door.
Before him stood an African man of about 35, half a head shorter than he, already a bit bald in the middle, wearing a khaki wintercoat, jeans and black trainers. The African man looked a bit shyly down and said, softly spoken: "Good day to you sir. I am Asuman. I have come for my son Kirabo, he called to say that he was here."
Tylor felt relief. "Pleased to meet you Asuman, my name is Tylor. Indeed he is here sir, your son, he is safe and well."
Asuman's face lit up in joy, the timidness gave way and he stepped up close and hugged Tylor warmly. "Thank you sir, thank you so much for taking care of my boy."
"He took care of himself really." Tylor said a bit taken aback, "He's a great kid." He stepped aside and gestured welcomingly. "Please come in, he expects you."
Kirabo's father went inside and stomped the snow off his trainers on the mat, then followed him to the livingroom.
Seeing his son Asuman bent his knees a bit and spead his arms wide. "Aaaaa Kiraboooo!" he exclaimed, Kirabo stormed at him, hugged him tight and kissed him passionately. Tylor gulped, knowing full well where the young black teen's lips had been barely a minute ago. The boy and his father started talking enthusiastically back and forth in Lugandan and the boy pointed a lot to Tylor, enthusiastically relating things to his father.
"Can I make you an espresso coffee Asuman?" Tylor offered not without a wee sense of guilt.
"Please good man, I would love that! Thank you so much taking good care of my son!" He kissed Kirabo's hair "Having him wash in your house!" he rubbed his son's shirt and smelled it, "Washing his clothes even! He was a bit dirty." Kirabo grinned sheepishly.
"My pleasure Asuman, I mean the boy needed it so it was the least I could do. He was cold to the bone. His coat is too thin for winters like we have them here, it's more for autumn, really."
"Second hand, It was all there was." Kirabo's father said almost apologetically and hugged his son again, Tylor went in the kitchen and started making some espresso, grinding some fine Blue Mountain beans and doing his barista routine from then on while the boy and his father chatted lively in Lugandan in his living room.
Tylor returned with a plate bearing two cups of expertly made espresso, a glass of milk, a bowl with some cookies, some sugar and a disposable tin of coffee creamer, he himself considered using sugar or creamer in good coffee nothing short of sacrilege, but he kept it on hand for guests unacquanted with the fine pleasures of good espresso.
"Ahh my boy likes milk!" Asuman cheerfully said, "Come, sit between me and the good man!" Kirabo eagerly got seated between them and looked backl and forth between the two adults as they spoke, laying a hand on the thigh of each of them which Tylor did his best to try to ignore as the feel of the small warm hand tickled him a bit.
Kirabo subtly drew attention to his finger, and then discreetly pointed towards between his legs. Tylor looked and saw that the boy had a bulge and it throbbed a bit, he was still hard and eager from what had happened just moments ago. "Sir I need to go to the bathroom sir!" he said and fortified his words by grabbing his bulge and giving it a squeeze.
Aruman swatted his arm and spat out a quick correction in Lugandan.
"Didnt mean to be rude sir, grabbin' like that." Kirabo humbly apologized.
"You're never rude Kirabo, you know where to find it. Kirabo.." He gave a little wink that only the boy could see, "Take your time up there, your father and I have grownup things to discuss."
"Sure thing I'll take my time sir!" Kirabo grinned and ran off to the upstairs bathroom. The adults watched him run off.
Aruman turned to Tylor. "Has he been good? I mean really well behaved? He is in the age where boys get a bit wild."
"Aruman, if I had a son I wish he was so well behaved as he is. It was such a joy to have your boy about the house, I regret he has to go."
Aruman smiled. "He spoke very fondly of you Tylor, it seems you impressed him."
"And he me. Aruman, say, umm, I don't know Ugandan customs and I.."
"He said we're Ugandan?" Aruman moaned.
"You aren't?"
"Well yes we are Tylor but I made him promise never to tell anyone."
"I understand your situation fully and I am on your side."
"Thank you, good man."
"But, I don't know Ugandan customs and I don't want to insult you, but I want to give you something. Please accept it." Tylor said and with a highly inappropriate deja vu he pulled his wallet, took out the big bills, folded them and gave them to Aruman, who coughed and hesitantly took it.
"That is a lot of money, good man."
Tylor felt a bit guilty at that 'good man'. "It's my gift to you. Please buy the boy a good heavy winter coat and some new shoes, he needs them. The rest, spend it wisely as I trust you will."
"I will turn every penny good man, this will go a long way with me and my son." Aruman hugged him close and said from the heart: "Thank you so very much, Tylor. I will never forget this."
"That's another thing." Tylor said. "Yesterday Kirabo gave you my address and phone number. Keep that. If you ever need help, or a place to stay for a while, or maybe to drop your boy off to stay with me for some days, you and your son are welcome here, this is a safe house for you."
"Thank you, you are indeed a good man like my son insisted you were."
"I may not be as good as I could be but I want to help, so if you need help, I will."
"People from a Christian church are taking us in. They have a network. I can't tell you where Tylor, but I can give you my number."
Tylor scratched his chin. "It's still in my phone, but now that you give me your permission I can file it for safe keeping. You might also want to give your boy a cell phone, in case things go hairy he can call either you, your people, or me. I'd drive over and pick him up in the wilderness if I had to. The same for you too of course."
Aruman took his espresso in his hand and invited Tylor to do the same. Aruman clanged his cup against Tylor's, spilling a drop, and said: "To our families.", then slammed down the gourmet espresso in one gulp and slapped it back on its saucer. "Ish, that's good coffee!" he added. Tylor almost groaned at such abuse of fine espresso but raised his cup to the same toast and matched the gesture.
"Sir! Sir! Could you come for a moment please?" Kirabo shouted from upstairs, Tylor smiled, parted with his guest and went to the upstairs bathroom.
There, on the bowl, sat Kirabo. His pants were down, he was panting as he was firmly masturbating, looking eagerly at Tylor as he got up. "Sir.." he whispered, "I been tugging it good, I'm about to pop sir, will you do the last tugs to make me go?" He gazed at Tylor in lustful expectation.
Tylor blinked three times, then smiled. Somehow.. Somehow this had to happen, he knew it and the boy knew it.
"I'll make you go allright.. Step up on the seat."
"Huh sir?"
"Get on, I'll show you making you go!" Tylor vowed whispering and helped the boy step on top of the wooden seat of the bowl.
Tylor hugged the boy's narrow loins, one hand kneading the boys buttocks that were still glowing a bit, the other slipped under his shirt, stroking his back. Then he came closer still and slipped Kirabo's dark brown boyhood into his mouth and started sucking and licking it firmly, tasting the boy and having the boy's musks tickle his nose while he stirred that delightful throbbing dark meat in his mouth with his tongue.
"Oh God sir! Mmmmmmmmmhh!" the African boy moaned softly and grabbed onto his shoulders. Tylor sucked him good, flickig and coiling his tongue, and within half a minute the boy burst, squirting a few drops of salty, fragrant cum in his mouth while he shook all over.
Tylor didn't say anything but pulled the boy's pure white undies up, fitting them snugly, gently adjusting the boy's bulge, then pulled up the boy's pants, sipped and buttonned them, carefully avoiding nicking the boy's receding bulge. He lifted the black boy off the oak toilet seat and put his feet back on the ground, then he spat the boy's seed in the bowl and flushed.
The boy blinked, panting, still excited.
"This is it, Kirabo, our special goodbye." They hugged each other tighter than ever.
"I'll always remember you, awesome sir.." Kirabo moaned.
"I'll never forget you, Kirabo." Kirabo got on his toes, Tylor bent a bit and they kissed each other's lips for the last time, Kirabo still panting with the pleasure that coursed through his body. "Good to go?"
"Good to go." Kirabo panted, and Tylor took him by the wrist and took him downstairs.
"Kid ran out of paper." Tylor smiled, unhanded the still lightly panting black boy and Aruman laughed relieved.
"Tylor, I enjoy your hospitality greatly and it feels utterly wrong to go so soon but, the train I need leaves forty-five minutes after this one arrived."
"I understand.." Tylor said, Kirabo went to the table and drank his glass of milk while his father got up. The kid gawked at the cookies and Tylor smiled. "Put em all in your pocket Kirabo, have them!" He encouraged and Kirabo eagerly filled his pockets.
They want to the hallway, Tylor took Kirabo's coat and helped the boy get into it, then zipped him up securely and rubbed his hair. "Maybe till we meet again Kirabo."
"Yeah sir, I'll keep hoping."
Aruman practically pinned Tylor to the wall with a strong hug. "A thousand apologies to leave so soon, and I can not make promises, but thank you forever for what you did, for my boy and me. Farewell."
"Farewell, and please take good good care of Kirabo." Kirabo snorted back an emotion, and they left.
Tylor watched them go, two Africans in the snow, Kirabo waved at the bend in the road and Tylor waved back with enthusiasm till he was gone. Tylor closed the door and walked to his living room, and into his comfy chair.
Before him he saw the cold, untoucherd cup of espresso that Tylor was interrupted from last night when the African boy had rang his doorbell. Lost in thoughts, Tylor picked up the small cup. Stale. Cold. Undrinkable.
He though of all that had happenened between him and that wonderful, wonderful little refugee from Uganda. He looked at the little cup of pitch black in his hand. Stale, undrinkable. But fully against his gourmet coffee ways, he knew he had to do this, he knew it would be right.
He raised the small cup and said: "To Kirabo from Uganda!" then slammed down the unpalatable black liquid and slapped the cup on its saucer.
THE END
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