They did the heavy work, loading and unloading the gear from the Land Rover, and carrying Rick's camera gear and equipment when the men found it necessary to pursue photo targets on foot. All three Africans were local to the area of the expedition, the andtheir tribal village was within an hour walk of the safari campsite. Watsumi quickly brought Rick and Eric their lunch of fresh bread, baked the previous night in the base camp, a selection of native fruits, excellent English cheeses, and a bottle of African red wine. He then retreated to the stream, where, after a quick meal, he joined his fellow tribesmen for a relaxing swim and, as Eric informed him, a traditional noontime nap. Eric engaged the enthusiastic Rick in a brief dialogue about what they could expect to see in the bush that afternoon and evening. As he explained, most animals were inactive for varying periods of time during the peak heat of the day, and expended most of their energy in the early morning and early evening periods. While listening, Rick noticed that the three Africans asian had stripped for the water and headed for a small pool a few yards downstream. "Why don't you go for a dip with the crew, Rick," Eric asked. "Good opportunity to get that sweat and grime off you." Rick nodded, but didn't answer. As Haranga and Marshu walked past the two seated white men, Eric poked Rick and asked him if he had noticed the size of the cocks of the two older natives. Rick coughed, and after a short delay, said it was hard not to. "Are all the men of that tribe equipped like those two," he asked. Eric replied that they were probably average, based upon what he had seen. "About 11-12 inches, very thick, and, of course, uncircumcised," Eric noted. "Except for Watsumi and a few others like him who are about half size...or a bit less." Rick watched as the three men entered the water, and sank down into the cooling liquid. The water in the spring-fed stream was probably in the 70s, a good 30 degrees cooler than the mid-day African air. After a short time, Rick's attention was again drawn to the pool as Marshu pulled Watsumi from the water, slapped him hard in the face, and pushed the smaller man forcefully toward the thick bush lining the opposite bank. "What was japanese that about?" Rick asked, as the two disappeared in the thicket. A couple more resounding slaps were heard from the bush, then quiet. Eric said..."well...the older boys are VERY horny, and they like a little relief during their breaks. Watsumi serves the purpose when no females are around, but he's not always happy about it. The men of their tribe are capable of having sex several times a day if the opportunity presents itself. And they're not very picky about where they find it." "So, is Watsumi gay," Rick asked. "Is homosexuality present in the same percentages of Native Africans as in American men?" "Not exactly," Eric replied. "In the case of Watsumi and some of the other 'camp boys', the larger, older, more dominant young men simply decide to put the softer, more submissive boys to use as needed. Judging by the relatively small amount of force it took to get Watsumi into the bush, I'd guess he's about broken in to his role." The three native men had now left the pool and were walking back toward the resting guide and his client. They remained naked, still dripping cool water, Haranga and Marshu's massive cocks, recently balls deep in Watsumi's tight ass, swaying side to side as they walked. Eric motioned to Haranga to come over to the tree trunk where he and Rick were seated. Said the taller man. They both showed me ID's."Uh, sure, do I need a lawyer or anything, am I in trouble?" 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