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Nigel decides to travel via London, so that he can attend the Africa Liberation Day celebrations. He has been invited to stay at the house of Rafael Mohammed, a Nation of Islam brother in Tottenham. Arriving late at night, Nigel knows his way around London, so he jumps on a bus into town and finds a cab to go to Rafael’s house. It’s around 2am when he arrives at the house. He rings the doorbell several times before he can hear anyone reacting inside. It’s been a while since he saw Rafael. He is originally from Ghana, but, after having set up a Nation chapter outside Accra, capital of Ghana, he now coordinates the Nation’s youth work in London. They met at a mobilization conference for reparations a year ago in Chicago.

Rafael opens the door dressed only in his white jocks. It’s obvious he must have been deep asleep. As they greet each other with a brotherly embrace, Nigel notices the boner bulge in Rafael’s draws. Rafael shows him inside and asks if he’s hungry. All Nigel wants is to sleep, but that bulge inside Rafael’s jocks has made him awake again, so he accepts. Rafael, still in his underwear, takes out some samosas from the fridge and boils water for herbal tea. He seems not to be aware of his own boner, making no attempt to hide it. Nigel laughs to himself. The man in front of him gives a totally different impression than the thunderous speaker most of his friends know him as. Rafael is short, thick and with youthful body of sports muscles all over.

“I hope you don’t think I’m rude, but I’m off to bed”, Rafael says as he serves up the food.

“No problem”, Nigel replies as he takes in Rafael’s bubble ass cheeks as they call Nigel’s name, disappearing into the bedroom.

Slightly aroused, Nigel gets undressed and goes to the bathroom for a leak. But his dick is not in the mood for those kinda fluid –it’s slowly rising upward and wants to be handled. There is a big mirror in the bathroom and Nigel decides to give himself some love right there and then. He is wearing blue tight boxers and he plays with his bulge as he checks out himself in the mirror. With one hand inside his boxers, the other one is examining the well known territory; the inside of his thighs, the armpits, the chest, his nipples and the belly button. Then he slips out of his underwear and put them as a hood over his big, stiff dick. Startin’ to jack his slide, making sure his tights hang so they tickle his balls as he pulls back and forth. Precum is already penetrating the boxers, leaving stains from white foam dripping to the floor. He squats and grabs his dick from behind, pulling it backwards to the point where it hurts just a little bit. He jacks faster, breathing heavily. He lies down on his back, pulling his knees up to his chest, slips the boxers over his dick again and presses some of the underwear material into his asshole. As he pulls his dick, the material tickles his ass. Nigel is lost in his own world of pleasure.

He’s about to cum like a tornado when he hears noises from Rafael’s bedroom. He quickly gets up, and when he hears Rafael’s footsteps out in the hall, he hides behind the shower curtain. Only when he’s inside, he then realizes that his boxers are still on the bathroom floor. Rafael walks in, takes a leak and is about to return to his room when he sees the blue underwear on the floor. The tights are still soaked in Nigel’s precum. Rafael lifts them up, studies them, smells them and licks some juice off the boxers. Holding the underwear up to his face with one hand, the other hand starts stroking his dick that is coming alive in his own jocks. The experience with Nigel’s underwear seem to do it big time for Rafael, as he strokes harder and faster inside his drawers, while still taking in the aroma and fluids of the blue boxers. Going at it like a maniac he doesn’t stop until his breath culminates in a deep sigh, carefully collecting all his cum inside his own jocks. The wetness of the cum leaves big, creamy stains on the drawers.

After milking himself, Rafael slips off his soaking wet drawers. From behind the shower curtain, Nigel can hear them fall to the floor like wet laundry. He only steps out after he is sure Rafael has gone back to his room. The blue boxers are gone, only the white drawers are left on the floor. “Man, this Muslim man has got some cum up in him”, Nigel mumbles to himself, amazed as he examines the rivers running from Rafael’s drawers. As if he has taken lessons from Rafael, Nigel starts smelling it and licking off some, and then some more.

Massaging his naked dick, pulling it in slow, controlled movements at first, then speeding up, and slowing down again. He wipes off some of Rafael’s cum stream on his own dick, mixing it with the precum fluids now dripping out in a steady stream. Nigel gets a big kick out of this semen milkshake mix produced by two well-respected speakers and activists. His strong, big hands slide up and down along the shaft, shining with sticky wetness. To increase his pleasure he sits down on the floor, leans against the wall, raises he knees, thigh to thigh and grabs his dick from the side, knowing this will make him cum extra hard. And he knows he can’t hold back much longer--with just a few power-jacks he has to control himself not to let out a loud grunt as he shoots loads of cum into his ankles, on Rafael’s underwear and all over the floor.

In the morning, Nigel wakes up, goes to the bathroom and takes a shower. Getting dressed he is a bit unsure what it will be like facing Rafael after what took place last night. He gets into his business suit and heads for the kitchen.

“Good morning, brother, did you sleep OK?” Rafael is asking him, as if nothing special has happened. Rafael now dressed in the Nation costume, black suit and tie, has resumed his Muslim authority.

“Yeah, I slept beautifully my brother”, Nigel responds, genuinely casual. But still daring, he comments, “Brother, your shirt is hanging out your pants.”

Rafael looks him straight in the eye; “So does yours, my brother”. They both loosened the fly buttons and tuck in their shirts. Just enough for both of them to notice; Rafael is now wearing blue boxers and Nigel white jocks.

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