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Mossi WarriorGreetings! My name is Sawadogo. I am a warrior in the military of the great Mossi Kingdom of Bogandini. Just so you understand, I am speaking to you from the year 1452. I am on my way to the battlefield to war against a pestering neighbor nation state. I am a battalion commander of 100 troops and they revere me as gifted both mentally and physically. Though I am not titled a prince, I am descended from the King, or ‘Naaba’ as my people call it, Wogbho the First. He was my great-grandfather. His second son, Prince Sanum, was my grandfather. And I was born to his daughter, Princess Yennenga. My father, Dulugu, was born in a small village and became a great warrior for our people. Through his mighty victories and rising to become a colonel, he was able to secure the hand of my mother in marriage. It was quite a feat for a man from his background.I was raised in pampered luxury, taught by the best scholars, and trained by the greatest military minds. It was my destiny to become a High Minister in the court of my cousin, Naaba Kutu the Third. In order to assume my birthright, I am leading my troops into battle. I am not nervous. I have the blood of many great ancestors coursing through my veins.My apologies for boring you. I am on an excursion to a tiny village just east of the city where I was raised before meeting the other battalions. This journey has a specific purpose. The vast majority of soldiers have a ‘tinkonkana’ or boy-wife as you would translate it. I have my bride price of five spears and one goat prepared to offer the old man and father of the precious Yencabri who is about to become mine. I have seen Yencabri once and his beauty is unrivaled by even the most pleasing maidens at court.Do not judge. Women are taboo during battle. So, it is customary for warriors to take boy-wives canlı bahis to fulfill all manner of womanly duties from tending the household to sexual intimacy. Many of you present-day Westerners think that only the Greeks had culture and understood the innate sensuality of male-to-male love. That myth could not be farther from the truth. We, in Africa, had the greatest university of all time in Timbuktu. And we knew that a man could and should reasonably have a companion of the same gender yet opposite from him. My father before me. His father before him. And so on and so forth.We have now reached the ancestral home of the family of whom I have come to visit. According to tradition, I must speak with the old man and negotiate the payment due to take his youngest son from him. Once the price has been paid, the old man’s wife brings forth Yencabri. My soldiers, their boy-wives, and Yencabri’s family celebrate as we are joined in union.While we both have dark complexions, my beloved stands in stark contrast to me. I am tall with a husky, athletic build. He is short and slender. My mannerisms are unmistakably masculine. His movements and gestures exude femininity. It is my belief that we will be a great and powerful match. After the celebration is complete, I mount my horse and offer Yencabri his own equine. My men follow my order to march out.As night falls, I order my men to set up camp. My tent is small, the same as my soldiers’. Yencabri stokes a fire and prepares a meal for us. The morsels are delicious and my belly is at peace. Yencabri looks at me with his large chocolate eyes and I stare back at him. We both know the time has drawn nigh. My beautiful Yencabri massages my shoulders with his soft hands. His full sensual lips kiss my neck and then nibble on my ears.I grab him pulling bahis siteleri his tender body in front of me. I sit him on my lap and we begin to kiss. Our passionate tongue wrestling ignites fire between us. I am attracted to him and he to me. I remove his clothing methodically as we continue kissing passionately. This is my first boy-wife and I completely understand why it is commonplace among my people. Yencabri looks at me with his large eyes. I want to be inside of him. I want to hear him call my name. I want to make him shiver with excitement as my manhood deflowers his virgin hole.He removes his lips from mine. I am smitten with him kissing my chin and down my body. He pulls my loincloth to the side revealing my large nine inch penis. His mouth feels warm as he sucks my dick. I tense and relax at the same time. I cannot understand how he makes me feel so good so I just decide to enjoy it. After several minutes of his oral display and my moaning, he stops.“Are you ready to make love to me, Your Excellency,” Yencabri asks.“Of course!”“How may I please you, sir?”“I want you on your back.”I climb on top of Yencabri. He looks into my eyes with yielding care. I meet his gaze with my own amorous fixation. His soft, and much shorter, body calls out to me. His eyes are wide-set and dark – revealing his tender soul. My hands grip his silken thighs and then his delicate bottom. I have feelings of love and wonder if he feels the same. His moist eyes tell me that he is of the same mind. We are soon to become one.“I love you, Yencabri,” I confessed.“I love you too, Your Excellency,” my supple betrothed replied.“Do not be so formal. I am your husband. You are my boy-wife. I am Sawadogo.”“Yes, my love.”“You do not understand how special you make me feel.”“The feeling is mutual, my lord.”“Husband,” canlı bahis siteleri I correct him knowing he is aware of my ancestry and afraid to become too familiar.“Yes, husband,” Yencabri acknowledged.Yencabri’s large dark eyes stare back at me. The fire glows and projects shadows of our bodies. My manhood presses against his waiting hole. My mammoth hands slide along his smooth skin. He grips my buttocks and pulls me into him. At the same time, I bear down gently into him. Suddenly his rectum gives way and allows the tip of my manhood to snap inside his tight rectum. I press lightly yet forcefully inside as he yields himself and his hole to me. Yencabri’s inner sanctum swallows my snake inch by inch deeper and deeper until my scrotum meets his backside.“Take me, my lord,” Yencabri whimpers attempting to hide his discomfort.“Get used to it first. I do not wish to harm you,” I instruct him. “Remember darling my name is Sawadogo.”“Yes, Sawadogo,” he replies as I feel his body relax.I push with great might into him. He squeals softly. I withdraw a portion of my manhood from him and it thrust it back in. Yencabri submits himself fully to me while caressing my back and moaning my name in my ear. We express our newfound love and passion in the most a****listic of physical manners. Our bodies overheat and sweat drenches the sleeping pallet. I begin to hear gushing and slurping as my tool impels his boy-wife of a vagina. It grows wetter by the stroke. And suddenly, I can bear it no longer.“I am about to erupt inside of you, my darling,” I groan loudly.“Oh yes, Your Excellency. Plant your juices deep inside of my tender hole. It is all for you!”My eyes roll to the back of my head. My body tenses. My manhood explodes shooting multiple pulses of my noble and royal seed into the inner depths of my beloved boy-wife. I collapse on top of him and we kiss affectionately until we both fall asleep.My friends, I bid you farewell. It is my sincerest wish that you have enjoyed the true tale of my first boy-wife and unquestionable love, Yencabri.

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