Back in mid seventies, my then wife and I visited a tribal village in east Africa. We were stuck after some flash flooding and our guide had managed to get us a place to stay overnight. Only thing was we were separated due to their traditions.

Just before I settled down to sleep, a man walked into the round hut I was in, brought in a naked young girl and a naked young man. Talking to me in his language, the only word I understood was King, our surname. Thinking the youths were for making me breakfast or getting me water or something, I chose the young lad.
Half an hour later with just my underwear on beneath the mossi net, he got on the bunk with me, took out my cock and began sucking on it. Not wanting to break any local custom, and not knowing didly squat, I let him carry on.

With my cock suitably hard, he stopped, knelt up and offered me his backside. Extremely horny by then, I slid my cock up his bum and fucked him until I came some minutes later.
Pulling off my cock, he bobbed his head back down to y dick, licked and sucked it clean, then walked out leaving me alone and non the wiser.

In the morning I quietly asked the guide who the young lad was. He told me he was a village giving. When I pressed him, he added "Your surname King...... They thought you were". He didn't say anymore, but laughed going to get our vehicle.

I never told my wife and she as far as I know, ever found out. However we eventually parted when she found out I'd been fucking a young neighbour of ours. Simon was a beautiful seventeen year old when I first fucked him. And I was still fucking him well into his twenties.

To this day I feed young men my cock and have a regular older fuck buddy. Who knew all these years later, it would be a young horny villager who started it all.