African Farm Boys Secret Desire

An African farm Story – Part One

My personal experience growing in apartheid South Africa:

Isn’t it strange that those events momentous and little as we grow up shape our lives and forever become part of us!

Here I am in my late forties a sexual deviant by anyone’s standards and with a passion for taboo sex or sex acts frowned upon by most societies. Growing up an Indian (Black) kid in apartheid South Africa was fraught with many challenges, but once in a while something shone through, this is my story of one such occasion.
My Dad was a builder, who took undertook construction work for many of the farmers in the surrounding area to which we resided in. Howick was a pleasant little hamlet in Natal (The last British Outpost). In the seventies, apartheid was at its highest; Blacks lived separately, totally apart from their White counterparts. Fraternisation was not only discouraged but actually punishable by law.

When I was 13, I occasioned to join my Dad on a job he was doing in an area called Nottingham Road, where he had to do some work for a Mr. Camden a local farmer. Being that all my friends were off on school holidays to the coast, I welcomed the respite from the boring stay at home thing. With his team we set of for Mr. Camden’s farm.

My first sight of the imposing 7 roomed thatched white colonial home has left an impression in mind, but as indelible as what happened that school holiday. Mr. Camden was a lanky tall individual with coal black hair some 43 years old, but with a friendly smile. He enquired from my Dad as to me being there, and was accordingly informed that I had been bored at home being on holiday.

Mr. Camden smiled, turned and shouted into the direction of the open doorway…’Judy’, I was struck with the vision that appeared, a most exquisitely beautiful woman appeared, long auburn hair tied into a pony tail, slender neck, wearing a knee length dress, and what I will never forget, bare foot with red painted toenails…she was really, simply lovely..(A sight I just need to close my eyes at I can picture it as clear as you like)
“Judy, take Sal in and give him a sandwich and something to drink, whilst I discuss the work with his Dad’ Mr. Camden instructed.

I looked at my Dad going into White peoples house was a foreign concept, he just nodded and said its okay, turned and started discussing work matters with Mr. Camden.

I followed Mrs Camden into the large expansive, cool airy house, I was struck by the fact that it seemed that the sun flowed through her dress and I could see her body, now having no experience I still knew that it was beautiful. She stopped and arched raising her hands above her head, like a cat stretching and paused. My eyes were filled with the sight of beautiful tanned legs and higher up, two mounds that seemed to straining against her dress. She turned looked at me, I blushed furiously, knowing I had been caught peaking and awaited the outburst. I was dumbstruck when she just smiled, reached out and took my hand and led me into the kitchen.

I was seated at the large kitchen table, when a movement from the corner caught my attention. A Labrador came sniffing and I was in terror. She just laughed and said, ‘keep still , this is Wagter he is more like family then a pet’

True to her word, he sniffed around me then put his large head on my lap and looked at me, she giggled…’see I told you he knows who to be friends with’

Mrs Camden made a cold cut sandwich and gave me a glass of ice cold juice….I didn’t touch anything as I just wanted to feast my eyes on her. She asked me what’s wrong and I mumbled ‘nothing’ she laughed and said….’ Tell you what let me feed you’ I was like totally embarrassed and blushing madly. She seemed to be amused by all this, I watched in a trance as she broke the sandwich with her slender white hands, and placed it in front of my mouth…’open’ she said and I took a small bite.

In the meantime Wagter start nuzzling against her, so she gave him a bit of the sandwich, then let him out the kitchen door. My eyes could not drink in enough of this beautiful woman my gaze followed every step she took, and when she bent down in front of me to pick something of the floor, I was entranced by the sight of tanned white thighs. Something was happening inside of me, I couldn’t explain, I felt a stirring in my penis, I felt like a cold drink bottle shaken up and open the top and I was going to explode.

When she leaned over in front of me to remove the plate and glass, I saw my first breasts and nipples. I actually squirmed in my seat and shifted position as my penis was by now all hard. She seemed to find everything funny and giggled.

All too soon I had to leave to go outside and help my Dad. Most of this time was spent trying to get a glimpse of Mrs Camden. LOL...I worked in a daze; thankfully my Dad did not notice anything.

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