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 Satisfaction Inc.  by (c) Hamilton Joyce.

   It was a strange job interview, but in these difficult times almost any
interview for an unemployed new graduate, even one with a first class
degree like myself, was both unusual and very welcome.

   The company was "Satisfaction Inc" and its head office was an
attractive, and I imagined hugely valuable three story town-house in the
best part of town.  I was met at the door and led up broad stairway .... 
on the walls of the stairs were black and white studio-quality photographs
of young boys, some in immaculate evening dress, some in school uniforms,
some in speedos.  All were very good-looking, pretty even, and I found this
odd and to be honest a bit disturbing.

   A large door with red leather panels was opened for me and found myself
in a typical corporate boardroom with a long polished wood table and a
dozen or so antique-looking chairs.

   I was greeted by a tall man, about fifty I would guess: he looked fit
and there was something about his bearing that suggested he was
ex-military. When he spoke he had a very typical upper-class English
accent: well, I do too!

   He introduced himself as Horatio Lawson and CEO of the company.  We sat
not at the board table, but at a coffee table with two comfortable arm
chairs.

   Opposite was a large oil painting of a boy with blonde pony-tail hair
and white speedos, playing sun-tanned on a beach....  a palm tree suggested
the tropics.  I stared at it, it was so incongruous in a business setting.
The speedos were so tight across his bottom and hid little of his bulge,
surely exaggerated by the artist in this profile view.

   'I see you're admiring our painting....'

   'Your son?' I nearly said "grandson", but that might have been rather
rude!

   'Good lord no, just one of our young friends: the artist is A C
Hartwhistle.  I find it very attractive: do you?'

   Even I had heard of Hartwhistle and guessed it must have been worth many
thousands....  but this was the oddest start to any interview. 
None-the-less....

   'It certainly is attractive'.

   'I'm glad you find it so, and also that you are not shy to say you find
a boy attractive.'

   The interview continued on more conventional lines, but all the time I
felt that a side issue was probing, half-concealed questions about my
sexual preferences.  My sexual activity up to that day had been all gay,
and that is something I am not ashamed of, so I guess that soon became
obvious.  There was no further probing of my attitude towards women: in
fact I am almost certainly bisexual, and until I had left school and was at
University with all the opportunity for gay sex given by one's own room and
the company of a lot of bisexual or gay young men or heterosexual but with
with raging hormones and no female outlet in a male-dominated university,
my boyish nightly masturbation would often include fantasies of women,
mostly experienced and mature but sometimes young girls.  I went to a boy's
school and was a bit timid socially, so I had little contact with girls and
was a very inexperienced virgin when I arrived at College.  The easy
availability of cock and male-arse made me forget those earlier fantasies
of tits and female pussy, but even now I sometimes was attracted to a slim
blonde beauty with long legs and pert tits!  I never went any further along
that track!

   There were, however, other more subtle questions, that when I think
about it now were probably carefully scripted, explored my attitude to
those boys....  the photos on the stairs, the oil-painting, boys in
general....

   I must have given satisfactory answers because after about an hour all
was made clear.

   'What I am about to say must never go beyond these four walls, and is
all deniable in any case.'

   'I understand.'

   Satisfaction Inc locates boys who are willing for a few years to satisfy
the desires of wealthy men: they are well looked after, and by the time
they have grown beyond being attractive to our clients they are themselves
wealthy, and also have the sort of networks that guarantee wealth and
success in their adult lives.  So we are providing a useful service to both
our clientele and the boys themselves.

   'Desires?'

   'I think you understand that very well, Mr Buckingham.  I've observed
your eyes continually flickering towards young Julian's portrait!  What
delightful full lips, and that cute little bottom not to mention his little
crown jewels.....  Our clients desire the company of attractive and
compliant boys.  We identify suitable lads, recruit, train them, and
finally rent them out.  You could say we are, to use the horrible modern
phrase, "people traffickers", but at the very top-end of the industry.  I
call it industry because, after drugs, and illicit weapons, it is the
largest illegal global business.  Your role would be to handle the import
of the boys and their initial training.The side benefits for our staff...
there are less than two dozen direct employees and all are male....  the
side benefits are obvious.  We have well over a hundred boys at any one
time, between the ages of ten and fifteen.  '

   I thought for a moment.  That boy was terribly sexy, and I could see
myself falling for him in a big way, as indeed all the boys who lined the
walls on the stair.  I'd never even considered boys....  was always more
interested in young men or fit older guys, like Mr Lawson in fact, but
decided I'd quite like some of those side-benefits.  I had always been a
"Top" to use the jargon, always been the active partner in sex, so the
prospect of getting to fuck pretty young boys was by no means unwelcome. 
Presumably I would not be required to "Bottom": it would not do to tell Mr
Lawson, but I had only been fucked once and really hated it!  I imagined
that I would not be expected to with young boys!



   'I'd like to join Satisfaction Inc, Mr Lawson.'

   'Good man!' He leaned across and shook my hand.  'Call me Horatio, and
I'll call you Stephen.  You'll be based in London but you will be our
negotiator for The Subcontinent and all Africa, and advisor and moral tutor
for our Asian, Middle Eastern and African boys.  The pay is six figure to
start with, and there is a two room flat on the third floor here if you
want it rather than finding your own.  A central location is very desirable
if you do wish to find your own.'

   'I think it will be best for me to accept the kind offer of an apartment
here, Horatio.'

   'Good!  That's fixed then, The man who let you in is Adrian Hargreaves:
he's the Negotiator Europe, and used to cover Africa and Asia too, but the
business is growing.  He'll fill you in on the details...'

   He rang a bell, and I was introduced properly to Adrian....

   ................................................................

   It was still only just after ten and the pub on the corner was empty as
Adrian and I sat in the corner furthest from the door and the bar.

   'Welcome aboard, Stephen.  It's a fun life here!'

   'Sounds like it?'

   'I take it you're into boys.  Must have had a few at school?'

   'Certainly.  I went to XXXXXXX.' I mentioned a London school which was a
well-known if not exactly a household name.  'Was quite a lot of sex there,
but no boys since I left.'

   I was getting good at lying!  There was no advantage in being honest and
saying I had never in my life so much as fondled a boy!

   'Was the same with me Stephen.  I went to YYYYYYY.' He mentioned a
school famous for privelege and wealth.  'Lots of sex there, too and I
joined Horatio directly after school.....  so no gap in my boy-loving!  He
was just setting this business up and I was his first employee.'

   'I've a bit of catching up to do.'

   'You'll enjoy it!'

   He was silent a moment as we digested this happy thought.

   'I'm supposed to run you through the job....  or at least how I used to
do it and still will for Europe.  The other two guys are Jack who looks
after China and the Pacific, and Harvey who covers North and South
America.'

   It emerged that Satisfaction Inc never stole or kidnapped boys, but
always bribed their parents or guardians into agreement.  They were then
renamed, re-passported and taken to one of two country houses, one in
Berkshire, one in Mexico, where the Negotiator and the house-staff
accustomed them to their new duties, helped by such of the other boys who
happened to be between male-clients.  The Housefather, three male helpers
who also cleaned and did the housework, a driver-odd-jobsman, and two
gardeners were all self-employed and all had good reasons for keeping their
heads down....  all were boy-lovers and were expected to help the
Housefather in the sexual awakening and conditioning of new boys as they
arrived.  Adrian said he did not know the details but all were "on the run"
and not likely to be indiscrete, and all stayed on mainly because of the
risk-free "Fringe Benefits".  Speaking of which, I would have to produce my
"insurance" this very afternoon.

   'So probably best not to have that second pint, old boy!'

   ........................................................

   The "insurance" was to be a video of me and a young boy.  This would be
encrypted, sealed and deposited with Satisfaction Inc's lawyers, based in
New York.  But more of that in a moment or two....

   I had been camping out in a scruffy one-room bed-sit I rented weekly and
living out of a suitcase so it was no effort to move in immediately to my
new apartment, which was fully furnished in any case.  I would move
tomorrow the rest of my clothes, books and so on currently stored at my
parents' house till I found a job and a proper place.  So by mid-afternoon
I was laying on the king-sized bed in my boxer-shorts watching the cricket
on tv but on edge since Adrian's tip-off it was to be sex in a few minutes
when there was a knock.

   'Come in!'

   It was a young lad....

   'My name's Mohan.  We have to make a film, Uncle Stephen....'

   By his accent he was Indian.

   He had been carrying a camera, and he stood it on the chest of drawers
opposite the bed.

   'There's enough sunlight but I better put the lights on too....'

   He seemed to know what he was doing, and was supremely self-confident
and matter-of-fact as he undressed.

   And that was the first surprise....  he was wearing a pretty little pair
of ladies' panties!  He started the camera and came over to the bed....I'm
not often at a loss for words but I was then.  Because he was lovely!

   I had lied to Adrian about my sex at school, not wanting to seem wimpish
or puritanical given the organisation I had just joined.  Doubtless there
had been homosexual sex among the boys, but I never indulged: there were
stories, gossip and banter of course, but as a serious and macho guy I had
nothing to do with it.  Although I was good-looking and fit I was not
approached, and no-one, Master or Pupil had ever made more than a very
tentative pass at me.  I had seen many naked boys in the showers of course,
but my wanking had always been to thoughts of nubile wenches, not boys.

   I'd never seen an Indian boy almost naked: and never seen any boy in
panties: and never seen any boy with the certain promise of sex: and never
been a situation where in was my DUTY to have sex with a pretty young male:
and never had a cock so urgent-hard as this.  He was beautiful and willing
and I wanted him.....

   I reached out for him as he stood by the bed.

   He laughed and stepped back, then turned right round so that as he moved
I had a fleeting glimpse of a lovely, slightly jutting bottom with the pale
blue satin stretched across it, and tiny white lace fringes to the legs. 
As he turned I could see his front in profile, his cock making a tent in
those same knickers.  He was as aroused as me!  He turned to face me again,
that wide grin on his face.  I reached out and this time he allowed me to
catch him by the hips, hold him for a second by that satin-clad bottom and
pull him towards me.

   My face was almost level with his pantied cock, and I nuzzled my nose
and lips against the satin, hands feeling the firmness of his buttocks,
lips sensing the firmness of his cock.  He held my head in his hands,
fingers running through my hair and pressing my face hard against his
crotch.

   I pulled him onto the bed beside me, and was kissing him.....  the first
time I had kissed a male, let alone such a young boy....Even with men I had
not really fancied it, and to be honest my experience of females was rather
limited and squalid!

   It was delightful.  Delightful to feel his hands on my body, caressing,
sounding out muscles in my arms and shoulders.  Delightful his open mouth
on mine and our tongues touching as each entered the other's mouth.

   I felt his hand on my cock, and realised he had managed to get it down
the waist-band of my boxers so he could handle it naked.  Now it was
fingering my balls, pulling at the skin and cupping them as if weighing.

   My cue to reach between us and hold his cock, hard beneath his satin
panties.  I too slipped my hand in and felt the boy's nakedness.  He seemed
to be hairless and my memory released images of hairless boys in earlier
school-day showers.

   I wanted to see!

   I pushed him away just so I could pull those pretties down and reveal
his cock and balls.  I was surprised his cock was not tiny....  not big but
erect it must have been near four and a half inches.  He was not "cut" and
his almost purple knob peeped out from the foreskin which was a darker
shade of brown than his belly and chest.  But his balls seemed tiny, tight
inside their wrinkled sack.  I wanted to kiss them, to lick them.

   He was hairless, and his body the more beautiful for that!

   I licked and kissed his balls, taking one small pebble right into my
mouth.

   I hoped his groan was of pleasure, and decided it must be as hands held
my head in place.

   I wanted to suck that cock.  So much smaller and delicate than the ones
I had sometimes looked at on my lap-top while shamefully jerking off, but
so pretty as to demand my mouth's attention.

   Savouring the moment I allowed it to slide slowly between my lips till
my face rested against his belly and the whole length was in my mouth. 
There was no need to move as the little imp started to shag my mouth, his
hips moving back and forth and leaving me just to enjoy.  I got one arm
under him, the other over, and was handling his buttocks while he fucked my
mouth: a lovely, firm bottom it was too!
It did not take him long, his thrusts getting faster and faster. 
Finally with a sort of moan and a few words in what I assume was his native
language he came: I tasted a few drops of boy-juice, my first.  It semed

thinner than my own, but without taste just as mine usually was.

   That was nice, Uncle Stephen but now you must fuck me.  There's usually
oil in the drawer there.

   He was reaching for it, and sure enough there was a bottle of Johnson's
baby oil.

   'I thought Uncle Adrian would have left it here....  he used to live
here before you.'

   So Adrian had enjoyed this little fellow too: can't say I blamed him.  I
wanted him.  My cock was desperate for that pretty little bottom as he
kicked his panties away from his ankles and knelt with his face on a
pillow.

   He wiggled his bum and looked over his shoulder with a cheeky grin as
his small hands spread his buttocks and showed me his anus.

   I'd seen arseholes on my laptop....  when my feelings of guilt allowed
me....  but those had all been muscular and hairy.  This was hairless and
delicate, like a little brown-petalled flower.  I felt tender towards it,
so small and my cock so large, dripping precum, and I wanted to kiss it.  I
did and he giggled as my tongue penetrated.

   'Some oil, Uncle, and then push it in.  I'll enjoy it as much as you!'

   I spread the oil and my finger penetrated.  I reached under a moment and
squeezed his balls, and then his cock, amazingly hard again.

   This was the moment.  I placed my knob against that tight little rose
and pushed.  It went in so easily, and I could hear the boy sigh as his
hips pushed back on me till my thighs rested on his buttocks.

   I fucked him!  This was so much better than those terrible squalid
experiments with female whores, those hurried cock-sucks with
stranger-males, and my guilt-ridden masturbation over gay videos.  This was
light, happy, and incredibly sensual: I could feel his anus gripping me as
I thrust in and out.  He gave a little cry and reaching under for his cock
I found he had cum again.  This was the cue for all my inhibitions to die
away....  for ever...  and I fucked him hard to my climax, a balls-tearing,
all-embracing cum with a great spurt deep inside him with each of four
powerful thrusts.

   'You fuck good, Uncle Stephen...'

   I was happy: this was a boy who would know!

  
.........................................................................

   Africa!

   It hits you as you get off the plane, the steamy heat and the smell
which you are only aware of the first few minutes, but is there evry time
you return.

   I had a moment of panic when I was guided towards a military
Landrover.Had my false papers and illegal quest been rumbled?  Had Heathrow
radioed ahead to have me arrested?

   But it was ok: my contact, it seemed was this big-built, jovial black
man was Major Sully and the company's main fixer here.  His handshake
nearly crushed my paw!

   The next day we were to inspect the merchandise, a ten year old boy the
parents were willing to sell to us, medically checked already, guaranteed
virgin and innocent, and just waiting for my consent.  The only
disadvantage was the six hour car journey into the wastelands of the north,
and then the same trip back.

   So it was still dark when we left: thankfully the army Landrover was
air-conditioned, and as it grew light I was for a while fascinated by the
jungle, small villages, people walking along the road or sitting beside it
with trays of peppers.  tomatoes and such in front of them.  We stopped for
a breakfast....  peppered meat on skewers.  I asked what the meat was and
was told "bush-fish"....  nameless wild animals!

   I sat in the front beside the corporal-driver while Major Sully sensibly
slept, snoring in the back seats.  The two automatic rifles leaning against
the door beside the Major were only mildly alaerming!

   At last we left the main road....  itself not tarmac surfaced....  onto
a winding, rutted track through the trees and bushes.

   'Only half an hour now!'

   Our destination was a wide clearing in the forest with two mud-walled
compounds, each enclosing half a dozen or so mud huts.  We were expected,
as with the sound of our veicle a tall, handsome man in a bright-coloured
cloth came from one of the huts.

   Inside it was surprisingly cool, and we were given bowls of a dark
liquid.  I looked at it suspiciously.

   'Drink it.  It is good.  A sort of beer.'

   Major Sully clearly enjoyed it, and so did I.  As I tipped the bowl to
my lips the boy was led in by an aged crone.

   He was beautiful!

   The Indian boy, Mohan, had changed me: now I looked at boys as
sex-objects considering what they would look like naked, how good they
would be in bed.  And even in his red singlet vest and khaki shorts this
lad was a wet-dream.

   He stood there while the men discussed him.  I learned he was at
Middle-School though could not go every day as he had farming work to do,
but he had learned English and could read and write.  His father called him
a good boy, very respectful and guaranteed to be innocent of all sexual
matters.

   Major Sully asked if I wanted to see him naked...  he already had of
course.

   I looked at the father and grandmother, the boy's mother looking sad and
lurking in a shadowy corner of the hut and realised this would be just too
shaming for them.

   'You've seen him, Major, and he's had his medical: he looks just perfect
to me.  No need for that though I'm sure I'll enjoy it later.  He'll do,
and congratulations on finding him for us.'

   So the deal was done and a wad of currency was handed over to the boy's
father...  it looked like a big bundle of local notes and a smaller amount
of greenback dollars.

   I slept most of the journey back to the capital, in the back seat with
Musa beside me: I was awoken for one piss-call, and the three men and a boy
stood in a line along the edge of the dusty road relieving themselves: the
lad's cock seemed more than adequate for an eleven year old!  I was looking
forward to the evning and the night.....

   ...............................................................

   We were fed immediately we got back to Major Sully's house, and he
announced he had a business meeting and would be away till morning.  I
guessed what his business was as two tall and willowy girls were waiting
beside his jeep chatting to the driver....  Everyone to his own thing!

   Me, I had a pretty little boy to warm my bed.  He was very quiet,
answering when spoken too but not offering much conversation.  I suppose he
was feeling a bit shy, and wondered how much he knew about man-boy sex. 
Well I was going to find out soon enough.  My cock was rigid all evening.
Jesus!  He was beautiful!

   But before those delights we too had business.

   A young man came round and measured Musa up for clothes and shoes.

   A man from the High Commission came and took some photographs of the boy
to add to the perfectly genuine passport I had brought from London.  It
would be returned in the morning suitably completed and endorsed.

   Then it was upstairs to my room and the shower.

   We undressed together, me quickly, he more slowly.

   I had been right to delay the moment of seeing him naked: my raging,
erect penis was testimony to his beauty.  Like the people I had seen on the
roadside in the north and in his village he was tall for his age, with long
slender legs and arms.  His bottom jutted out a bit but not as much as the
people of the coast, and was cute and still little-boy rounded rather than
adult-angular.  He was hairless except for his cropped head, none at all on
his cock and balls.  His balls were small in their tight little sack, and I
was looking forward to seeing that cocklet erect.  Not as black as the
people of this city, a sort of dark brown complexion which I found
ultra-sexy.  He was shy, but I could see him glancing down to my cock as he
folded his clothes.

   In the bathroom I taught him how to use the anal douche.  I decided that
on a day when everything was new and strange for the boy one more oddity
would not shock him too much.  As the nozzle penetrated his buttocks my
cock dripped precum as I imagined my knob slipping in there.....

   'Musa, you must use the douche every morning after you crap and before
your shower, and every evening before you shower and go to bed.'

   'Yes, Uncle Stephen.'

   I realised he had never seen a flushing toilet, and showed him how it
worked....  probably more amazing than the strange contraption for washing
inside his bottom!

   In the shower, I soaped him down of course: too good an opportunity to
caress that silky skin, and especially round his balls and bottom and.  of
course, his cock.

   I rubbed it betwen thumb and two fingers and soon it was standing....I
now know it was big for an eleven year old boy, nearly five inches when
hard.  At the time with much less experience of naked boys than I have now
I just thought it delightful and masturbated him while he just stood there
submissive.

   Until....

   'Stop Uncle Stephen ....  You'll make me piss!'

   I did not stop of course and he came, a little-boy dry-cum but
life-changing for him!

   And for me too, I guess.  Mohan had taught me the joys of boy-love and
this little Musa convinced me that boy-sex was for me.  There was amazement
and still shyness in his eyes as he looked into mine.  He wanted to say
something but could not find the words to express the depths this first
orgasm had awakened in him.

   I helped him....still holding his cock in my hand, throbbing and as hard
as ever.

   'You never did that before, Musa?'

   'No, never, Uncle Stephen.  I never knew....'

   'It's good when you do it for yourself, and now you know how good it is
I expect you'll want to do it a lot.'

   'Yes!'

   'But it's even better when someone does it for you like I just did.  Now
you soap mine, and do it for me....  just like I did yours.'

   I turned the water off and placed his hand on my cock.

   Tentatively he grasped it, but then was jerking me off.  I could feel it
would not take long, and I pulled him closer so his body was against my
side, his face nicely over my cock.

   I came, a huge spurt much more than I usually make when masturbating,
and it flew through the air, some of it making a streak of white over his
little brown face and into his black hair.  a secon and third spattered on
the white tiles.

   'What was that, Uncle Stephen.'

   'That's cum, Musa, and when you are older you'kll make it too, in here'.
I cradled his balls in my cupped hand.  It's the seed that makes babies if
it gets into a girl.  But for us men it is just a nice feel.'

   I wiped the side of my hand over his forehead and licked the cum from
it. His eyes opened wider, but his little tongue licked his upper lip
tasting some of the cum.

   'It feels silky, uncle.'

   'Yes, I like it too.'

   I turned the shower on again to clean us up, and then it was thick white
towels to dry, and to bed!

   ...................................................................

   The house was air-conditioned.

   'I always sleep on a mat in my cloth.  This is nice....'

   He had pulled the duvet right up to his chin, enjoying I suppose the
feel of the crisp clean cover and the warm softness of the duvet for the
first time.

   I suppose everyone can remember their first time naked in bed and
hugging a soon-to-be sexual partner.  I certainly can, and I was doubly
fortunate that my first genuine "sleeping with" was with a beautiful (and
compliant) little boy.  I snuggled up to him and put my arms around him.

   My hands found their way immediately to his silky bottom, and then my
lips to his mouth.  I felt him flinch, but my moment of concern passed as
he relaxed, his arms tightened around me, and he accepted my kiss.  I
suppose it was just one more new thing among the many today had brought!

   His body accepted it too, and I felt his cock, small but rock-hard,
press against me: my own had been hard for several minutes.

   I had switched the lights off in my bedroom but there was enough light
from the street-lamps below to see the boy's black, crispy hair and brown,
happy if tired face.  I kissed him again, this time with wide open mouth
and slipping my tongue into his, promising myself silently that my tongue
would be in his cute bottom before long.  His tongue in my mouth now, and
wriggling so his cock was straight against my body instead of diagonal.

   I pulled the duvet off us and he lay there naked in the dim light.  I
tongued his hairless chest and then licked his nipple, which immediately
became a hard little grain for me to kiss and lick.  His other nipple now,
my hands stroking his belly.....  no muscles there of course, but
delightfully soft and smooth.  Tongue down to his belly-button, licking and
penetrating.  He giggled.

   'Tickles!'

   But I just licked on and then down over his belly, then licking his
ball-sack, tight and crinkly.  One little ball gently in my mouth and then
the other.  No word from the boy but his cock was still stiff and I could
tease myself no longer.  I closed my lips round the end of it, the knob
just peeping from his foreskin, and then slid the whole length into my
mouth till my nose rested on his belly.  I fluttered my tongue up and down
the shaft, sucking hard.  He raised his hips...

   'I'm going to cum...'

   I cradled his balls pulling gently on them and started to bob my head up
and down sliding his cocklet in and out till I felt his body tense in
orgasm and then relax.

   'How was that?'

   'Even nicer!'

   'There are even better ways, but those for another time.  Now you suck
mine for me, Musa.'

   No hesitation and he must have studied what I had just done for him
because he started with my balls, holding my cock but licking under my
balls and then taking one into his mouth.  I groaned and he looked up
anxiously.

   'That's lovely: you're very good at this, Musa.'

   The little pat on the back made him smile and then I felt his mouth and
tongue on my shaft: my knob was dripping pre-cum now and I wondered if this
would put the boy off.

   I had my hands behind my neck, propped against the bedhead, but I
reached and held his head between my palms.  It still felt strange, the
short-cropped Afro hair.  I guided his head to the top of my cock and he
got the idea so I felt his lips close around my knob.  I lifted my hips,
holding his head in palce and probably pushing it down a bit so with my
actions some of my shaft slipped into his warm, wet mouth.

   He gagged!

   'Hold it round the base, Musa, so it doesn't go right into your throat.
Then you can suck easier.'

   He was getting used to it now and that little head bobbed up and down,
his mouth warm and wet as my cock slipped in and out.  I stroked the fine
skin of his shoulders and upper arms, and was really looking to feeling his
even silkier bottom with my hands, and soon my lips.

   I came, of course, and equally inevitably he gagged as my first spurt
filled his mouth.  But he kept the knob in and I could see his neck working
franticly as he swallowed and swallowed.  Another thrust and squirt, and
then a third, and then just the oozings as he looked up at me with his
dark, serious eyes with their beautiful, almost feminine long lashes.

   ..........................................

   I was good on the plane: no mile-high club membership!

   But it was pleasant sitting there beside him in the darkened cabin, his
head resting on my shoulder as he slept.  A blanket covered our laps (we
were first class) and meant I was able to gently stroke his thighs hidden
from sight, ooccasionally even groping his cocklet and balls up the side of
his shorts leg.

   We took the bus from the airport and then a taxi as I wanted him to get
that first feeling of amazement at the sheer size of London.  He kept
asking me what a building was and mostly I had to answer vaguely
"apartments" or "factory."

   At my new pad I explained he would be sharing it with me for a few days
and then would be going to a fine house in the country.  He seemed content
and the first three nights sleeping together I confined it to oral sex,
though I started his anal education with some fingering and prostate
massage.

   Most afternoons we went tourist sight-seeing...  the Zoo, etc.  Saturday
morning I took him to a club football shop and he bought a poster of his
football idol, Drogba, and a blue shirt with the star's name on the back. I
phoned round and got a couple of tickets for the match that afternoon and
told him he would see his God in person!

   I had been wondering what special treat would reward his compliance to
my buggering him, as my work-programme included having taken his virginity
by the end of this weekend.  Ideally the treat would have followed the sex,
but it seemed to work well enough the other way round.

   Certainly he was a happy and excited boy when we returned after the
match....  his side had won easily, Drogba had scored, the burgers were
good, and he felt a proper supporter in his new shirt!  I kissed him as
soon as the front door was closed behind us and told him I wanted to go to
bed with him.

   'Oh!  Me, too, Uncle Stephen.'

   ...............................................

   He was undressed before me and laying on the bed, white teeth gleaming
as he grinned in anticipation of the fun he had come to accept as normal,
and his right.  I opened the drawer and took out the baby oil and placed it
handy on the bedside table.  His eyes gleamed and his grin was even wider:
over the past few days I had introduced him gradually to anal pleasures,
and he had had his first entirely anal orgasm, my fingers rubbing on his
prostate.

   I stood looking down at him and thought a rich Roman citizen in that age
when men loved boys and thought it no crime, even such a man could not have
found a prettier boy in his bed.  He looked up at me, his cock hard, ready
he thought for my mouth.  I was hard too and stood over him rubbing my
cock: today was the day!

   The boy giggled and turned over on his belly burying his face in the
pillow.  His ebony bottom jutted up, two ebony globes.  I knelt on the bed
and kissed first one cheek and then the other.  I parted them to reveal his
tight little arse-hole, petalled and darker even than his bum.

   He wriggled it invitingly and I heard another muffled giggle.  He wanted
me to rim him, and who was I to refuse a pretty little boy anything!

   A wet kiss, and then my tongue slipped up him.  I heard his sigh of
pleasure.

   But after a couple of minutes of this play he raised his head a moment
from the pillow.

   'Put your fingers in, Uncle Stephen, and rub my special boy-place.'

   I intended to in any case: this was the day for him to lose his
virginity!

   Baby oil in his crease and then on my cock, so I was completely ready.
Now two fingers up into him: a few thrusts in and out and then the third.
Now he was penetrated by more than my cok's breadth.

   'You must tell me when I'm rubbing right.'

   'Not yet!  Oh just there.  Like that!  I can cum when you do that!'

   I gave him that pleasure for a minute or two, feeling his body
completely relaxed, his anus accepting the intrusion willingly.

   'Lift your bum.  I want to put a pillow under it.'

   My fingers were still up him, but his arse really jutted out now.  The
little black boy had quite a meaty bottom in any case, but with a pillow
under him it really did invite sodomy...

   So that is what it got!

   I slipped my fingers out and within an instant my knob was pressing
against his arse-hole, and another instant my knob had popped into him.  As
easy as that!

   Easy for me, but not for him....

   'It's too big, Uncle Stephen!  It hurts.'

   He wriggled under me, trying to roll over and away, but I held him in
place, my oily hands just managing to get some purchase on his skin.

   I felt his anus contract on my cock.  almost painfully, but a moment
later the spasm passed and I was able to push in till my full lrngth was up
him, my thighs against his bottom.

   I hugged him and whispered, 'It willl be all right in a minute or two.
Trust me, Musa.  I know!  Be brave and patient and soon it will be even
better than my fingers.'

   The brave little lad submitted while I fucked him with long, slow
strokes, hoping I was hitting his prostate with each thrust.  It seems I
was because I felt the boy relaxing again, and then his bum started to rise
a bit each time to meet my push into him.

   'It's nice now, Uncle.  You said it would be and it is!'

   My cue to speed up and fuck him harder.

   'Oh!  I can cum if you do that!'

   I reached under him and found his hard little cock crushed into the
pillow.  I grasped it.'

   'I'm cumming!'

   'Me too, Musa!'

   And I filled his boy-pussy with hot cum.

   We lay there a long time, me up him, cock twitching and thinking my
first assignment for The Company had been a resounding success.  A
beautiful, and now willing recruit for it!

   And for me my first seduction completed....  the first of many I hoped.

   We fucked again after dinner and before we went to sleep, and a third
time when I woke in the night with a hard on and slid it into the
half-asleep boy.

   In the morning I was woken by Musa, naked and sucking on my cock, the
duvet pulled off.

   'I douched already, uncle Stephen, if you want to fuck again....'

   'Do you wnat that?'

   'Oh yes please.' He grinned and giggled.  'I was all full of your cum,
but It's empty now.'

   'Well!  let's fill it up again...'

   I wanted a piss, but I wanted a fuck even more.

   He came even before me, and I knew it was time.  I had done my job and
my first recruit to Satisfaction Inc.  was ready.

   ................................................

   The Sunday morning traffic out of London was light and we were soon on
the motorway driving west in the clear sunlight.  Then it was the leafy
lanes and small villages till my satnav told me to turn into imposing stone
gates.  There was a panel on the wrought iron gates and I spoke into it. 
The gates opened and we drove along between an avenue of immense trees. 
The house emerged suddenly, Georgian, imposing but not huge.  A burly
middle-aged man wearing a leather apron was waiting for us.

   'Welcome to The Manor.  I'm Joseph.  Leave your bags in the car and I'll
take them to your rooms later.  Come with me and we'll find Dieter.  He's
the Housefather.'

   The entrance hall was tall, plenty of marble and gilt, pictures on the
walls: handsome men with beautiful boys, some of the pictures obviously
old, some looking very modern, all designed to titillate of course.  Then a
large room with chairs, small tables, sofas: two boys playing chess, both
very pretty.  The blonde lad was probably a bit older than the other
boys....  about fourteen I would guess by his rather more developed body: I
wondered whether he would have hair on his balls yet...  certainly a nice
golden triangle I should think.  A boy reading.  Two more boys playing a
game in front of a computer.  A really beautiful blonde boy sitting in
front of another computer, earphones on, talking sotto voce into the mike.
Except for the boy with the book, who was naked, they all wore feminine
knickers.On balance the slightly older boy playing chess was the most
sexually enticing, I decided.
They all looked our way and smiled as we passed, but no words were

spoken.

   A gymnasium, and then an indoor swimming pool.  A guy was swimming the
length with a muscular crawl.  He did a racing turn and when he came up he
saw us, swam even faster towards us and hauled himself, dripping, out of
the pool.

   'Stephen and Musa?  I'm Dieter.'

   The accent was slight, but recognisably German.  He shook hands with me
first, then Musa, holding onto the boy's hand.  Musa was looking at him....
his second naked adult male.  Dieter was built like a swimmer, with broad
shoulders, huge biceps and a small waist and hard little arse.  Not that
his legs were slender...  they were muscular too, but just less so than the
upper body.  Cold water had, I assumed, shrunk his cock.  He was hairy,
with enough grey hairs to suggest he was in his late forties probably.

   'Can you swim, Musa?'

   'No.  We were farmers, not fishermen, and the river was dangerous with
crocodiles.  My father did not allow us to go in.'

   'You look very smart in your school uniform, but take it off and put it
on that sun-bed, and I'll soon teach you to.'

   We watched as the boy stripped, folding his clothes carefully, and as he
pulled his gleaming white y-fronts down, Dieter caught my eye and nodded
his approval.  With his slender frame, ebony colouring, and almost european
features of the true northerner he was very beautiful.  I had already
explained on the phone that morning the success of his seduction and how
eager and willing the randy little fellow was.

   Joseph and I watched for a few minutes as Dieter taught the boy to float
on his back, and when he seemed to be on his way succeeding, and certainly
enjoying having Musa laying in the water supported by his hands under the
boy's bum Joseph took me to the car again and then to my room.

   'The boy's case goes to Dieter's room first: he'll want him there for a
few days.' Joseph laughed.  'The rest of us will get our turn after The
Housefather, and soon he'll be enjoying the attention of his first client,
lucky boy.  He's very sexy: I expect Horatio Lawson will approve: he'll be
down here to sample the new meat some time this week.'

   'You're in room eight, faces south and looks out over the park.  Yuri
has been told off to welcome you at twelve: Yuri's the blonde boy who was
playing chess....black satin knickers.  Some fun for you before lunch if
you want.'

   'I want, all right!'

   .................................................

   After I had unpacked my case and hung my clothes in the wardrobe it was
still only twenty to twelve.  My cock was stiff at the prospect of the
blonde boy in black satin knickers so I decided to kill a few minutes in
the shower.

   Even cold water had not damped down the fire in my balls and cock, but I
sat in the cushioned window-seat with the towel around my waist looking out
at the rich, country scene.  Deer grazed on the lawns, under huge, anciant
oaks and some younger, but still very old species trees, chestnuts, a black
poplar.  others too.  The minutes crept slowly between seven minutes to
twelve and twelve.  My heart was beating, and I had not felt like this
since my first sex, knowing that mixture of excitement and tension I had
felt when nice old Father Murphy had first handled my crown jewels!

   On the dot of twelve a knock on the door.  My "Come in!".  and that
vision of boyhood beauty: you would expect the feminine knickers to seem
incongruous, but somehow they seemed so right, drawing the eye down to the
front panel, pink but near-transparent so the shadow of his cock and balls
could be seen clearly.  He was hard!  I certainly was, even before seeing
him, but as he walked towards me my cock stiffened to steel, tenting the
fluffy white towel.

   I had a chance to see him at his best now, even more than when he was
sitting down playing chess.  Blonde, about five foot four, at a guess.  Not
slender, but not overly muscular: he looked as if he would have a really
athletic body one day, and his arms and shoulders were slightly muscled,
his belly flat and not little-boy rounded.  I could just make out a pubic
triangle under that nylon, and his legs looked smooth and hairless.  He had
a smile, shy rather than confident, but he met my gaze directly, clear blue
eyes holding mine without flinching.

   'I'm Yuri....'

   I stood up and we shook hands.  So oddly formal from a man who intended
in a minute or two to be making passionate love with this stranger-boy. 
But it felt right so we did.

   'I'm Stephen.'

   My towel slipped off leaving me naked, cock pointing at him.

   'Ooops!'

   I made a grab for it but too late!

   'That's nice!  There was a trace of accent, which I found sexy, as too
his smile.'

   And in a trice the boy was on his knees in front of me.  his arms round
me, hands on my bum, and his mouth round my cock.

   As I held his head between my hands my fingers sliding through his fine,
blonde hair as he moved his lips on my cock, he looked up at me.  Gone that
shy look, and instead I could see almost admiration in his eyes: either he
was a good actor....  and I was well aware that our boys had sometimes to
feign feelings they did not really have, either that or he was genuinely
made for the submissive cock-sucking, arse-offering role that life had
chosen for him.  A glance at his pink silk knickers, still tented by his
hard cock, but now where I could also see a tiny darker patch where pre-cum
had leaked, that was evidence that his enjoyment of this role was genuine
and total.

   God!  I wanted him!

   I had not taken viagra and did not intend wasting my first big
ejaculation in his mouth, however skilled a cock-sucker he was proving.

   I put my hands under his armpits and lifted him to his feet, then
sitting him down on the window-seat I had just left.

   That damp spot had told me what I wanted first from the boy.  He was
clearly just mature enough to produce semen, and I wanted to taste it. 
Despite my white-lies to Horatio Lawson (was that only ten days ago?) I had
been innocent of any gay sex as a boy at school and my experience of
tasting boy-juice was limited to that first initiation with Mohan: with
Musa it had been a dry-orgasm.  I wanted this boy's cum.....

   My turn to kneel in front of him!

   I nestled my nose and lips against his knickers, feeling the pulsing
life in his cocklet even through the satin.  Then, using my teeth and lips,
I pulled them slowly down till his cock sprang free.  He had a tiny
triangle of golden curls, a deeper gold than his ash-blonde head.  There
was a drop of clear pre-cum in the eye of his cock, which was straight and
slender but not a bad size for a boy of his age, between four and five
inches I should think.  His knob peeped out pink, the tip just clear of his
foreskin.

   I waited a moment looking at it, and fixing the sight in my memory.....
one day I would be an old man and want to recall these golden moments. 
Then I slid my mouth over it and felt it twitch against my tongue.  He
moaned as I fluttered my tongue on it, just below the knob, at the front
where we are most sensitive.

   He pulled his cock from my mouth, but it was only to skin his knob,
pulling the foreskin clear before he plunged it into my mouth again.

   'I like it that way, skinned, Uncle stephen!'

   'I'll remember that next time, Yuri.'

   His hands on my head now I hardly had to move as somehow he managed to
move his hips, even sitting, so his cock was shagging me.  It was over too
quick, me holding myself steady with hands around his back, and I felt the
warm bubbling of his cum in my mouth.  Not as thick yet as adult cum, but
certainly richer and silkier than Mohan had been, my only comparison.  I
swallowed and kept his cock in my mouth till I was sure the last of his
spunk had been swallowed.

   'Fuck me now, Uncle Stephen.  We have to go down for lunch very
soon....' I loved his strange.  sexy accent!

   'I'm going to fuck you, Yuri, but I don't want to hurry.  You're too
good for that!  After lunch.'

   'OK.  There's no need for you to dress....  just your boxers will do.'

   He must have seen my underpants laying neaar the shower-room door.

   'There's some cum on your knickers, Yuri.  It'll dry white.....'

   He laughed.  'I won't be the only one!'

   ...............................................................

   The refectory was rather plain, just a long table with benches beside
it. There were already most of the people at the mansion seated.  The staff
were all in their working clothes, but each had a naked or
near-naked-knickered boy beside him, and I assumed these were their little
squeezes for the evening and night.  Mine was not the only job with perks.
Two middle-aged guys, one fit and one fat, were in their underpants like
me, and seemed to be more interested in hugging and groping their boys than
in the food!  (Man does not live by bread alone!).  I assumed these were
clients either collecting or delivering back boys they had hired and
enjoying the pleasures of the Mansion for the usual day and night stay and
as much boy-pussy as they could manage, all as part of the contract.

   Dieter was there, in his speedos this time, Musa sitting beside him.

   When he saw me come in Musa leaped up and ruxshed over.  I was
momentarily alarmed.  Was this trouble?  Was he upset?

   No!  He had that happy grin and was bubbling with escitement as he
hugged me.

   'Uncle Stephen.  It's great here!  Uncle Dieter has taught me to float
already and he's going to teach me to swim this afternoon.  I'm going to
share his room for a bit, and share his big bed too, he says.  I think
he'll love me like you did....'

   'That's good, Musa.  But I think you should go back to Dieter.  Give me
a kiss first though.'

   A proper lover's kiss and a grope of my cock....  still rigid from the
earlier play with Yuri.

   'He's going to like it here.'

   'We all do, Uncle Stephen, but it's even better when we go away with a
guy for a few weeks.  I'm off to Germany next week.  I've seen his
photograph and he's real fit and real good-looking.'

   'I'm glad.  Let's go and get some lunch....'

   ....................................................

   I had been teasing myself with this beautiful boy in his so-seductive
knickers, my cock aching to find its home between his so small, so rounded
buttocks.  But at last here we were again back in my room, Yuri laying on
the bed arms outstretched, inviting me.  He was still wearing those
knickers, white stiff patches now spoiling the gloss of the pink satin, but
reminding me that the boy was nearly adult at least in his ejaculation
ability, however chidish much of his delightful body still was.

   He had been bare-foot, but I had to kick my shoes off before joining him
on the bed accepting his invitation to lay on top of him as he folded his
arms around my neck and back.

   We must have stayed like that several minutes, our mouths joined in a
long, passionate kiss, tongues touching, wide open mouths, tongues
exploring palates and teeth.  His hands roved up and down my back, feeling
for muscles, kneading the cheeks of my arse, while all I could touch of
him, apart from the feel of his cock against me, was his face and neck, his
floppy blonde hair, and his silky thighs.  I made the most of these, and my
cock was getting more and more insistent.

   'There's always lube in the bedside cabinet, Uncle stephen.'

   You couldn't have a clearer invitation than that, and as I sat up to
open the drawer he turned over on his belly....  another invitation!p

   The lube was my favourite, baby oil, ideal unless you had to use
condoms. Like me, the boy had been regularly tested and the delights of
bareback beckoned.  Yet another of the perquisites of working for
Satisfaction Inc: before I had this job I seldom had the pleasure of a
bare-back fuck.  Seldom?  Never!

   I had come to realise the truth of what some old gays...  the sort you
meet at the sauna from time to time....  what they would say, reminiscing
of days when all sex was without the rubber overcoat and how good that had
been.  I could only agree....  "A barrier against pleasure but a feather
against infection....'

   I pulled him up to a kneeling position and his buttocks were so smooth,
so rounded, so very boy-ish that I just had to plant a kiss on each, and
then, parting them with both hands and exposing his tight-closed pink anus,
kiss that too, wetly.  I rimmed him for a minute or two, but my cock was
getting more and more impatient, dripping pre-cum onto the bed as I knelt
behind him.  I spilled a few drops of oil into his cleavage and rubbed it
into the soft, hairlesss flesh and then across his anus.  My finger now
pressing on that spot I tipped quite a lot more and slipped my index finger
into him, oiling the inside of the surprisingly strong muscle there.  It
gripped me.  He moaned....  I had heard that sound when sucking him, and my
cock was even stiffer now.  To tease him I slipped finger right inside,
found his prostate well-developed for a thirteen-year-old....  as a result
of lots of sex and lots of orgasms I asume.  I fingered him a bit till....

   'Please, Uncle, please.  Now.  Do me now....'

   Enough of this playing about.  I turned him over on his back, stroked my
cock once to get oil from my fingers onto it, moved closer kneeling between
his legs, lifted his buttocks an inch so my cock rested against the anus.
And pushed.

   The knob met a second's resistance, entered, and then my whole shaft
slid easily in.  I lay on top of him.

   This was only my third boy-love you will recall, and my first white-boy,
my first blonde.  There is something special about blonde boys and I found
I was so excited I was going at him harder and faster than ever before.

   My third, but Yuri must have had dozens, scores, perhaps even hundreds
of cocks into that smooth rounded bottom: it showed as he was almost calm
as I shagged him violently, ruthless and selfish in my quest for pleasure.
I felt his fingers tighten into my back, almost painfully, and his hips
moved under me.  He moaned and muttered in his language mostly, but enough
in English for me to know that he was enjoying my efforts.  And the he was
coming.  I heard his almost squeaking cries of delight, and then felt his
cum, warm and slippery between our bodies.  I fucked on, even faster.

   His cock was still hard, and his hips were still working beneath me
maximising my cock's penetration.  His fingers dug into my back again and I
realised he was having a second orgasm.

   I was flattered!  But also hyper-excited and with six deeep thrusts
unloaded my balls into him, feeling my cock slide even more easily as I
filled his rectum with my spunk.

   ......................................................

   We showered, and then he sucked me a bit while we watched a porn dvd.

   He got me hard, and I sucked him: he had never lost his erection despite
cumming twice.

   Then we really worked on each other, sucking properly to make each cum.
He still had a nice little spurt into my mouth, and a few minutes later I
gave him the same gift!

   We showered, chatted with other boys and a couple of clients in the
Common Room, and then to bed where I fucked him again, kneeling this time.
Lights out and we slept, but in the middle of the night I woke and found he
was laying on his side, nestled up against me, his warm bottom pressed
against my crotch.  My cock was hard, his arse still lubed with oil and cum
from earlier, so I slid into him very easily and fucked him without waking
him up.  his dreams must have been good!

   I woke before him as my phone beeped for the arrival of a text.

   It was Horatio, telling me to Skype him.

   I had a quick shave and combed my hair.  I considered dressing, but I
had not showered yet and in any case he might as well see he had got me out
of bed!

   He was as urbane as ever, groomed, and seated at the computer in his
office: I recognised the decor from my interview with him.
'Good morning, Stephen.  I see you've been enjoying the facilities at

The Mansion!'

   I could see what he meant as Yuri, still fast asleep could be seen
clearly on the bed behind me.  He was laying curled up on his side so his
bottom was closest to the camera.  It looked very tasty!

   'That's Yuri.  I think I must have tired him out last night.  I've just
delivered a cute African boy here.'

   'You deserve a couple of days R and R from what I hear about Musa from
Gunther, but I'm afraid there's a rush job and you'll have to be back here
in the office today.  We need a lady-boy: we only have four on the books,
three in the States and one here, and all of them are with clients at the
moment.  So we urgently need another one.'

   'Ladyboy?  That's Thailand isn't it?'

   'Sure is!  There's nowhere near as much demand for them as for boys, but
we always have a few on the books: in this case a very good American client
wants one for a month from next week-end.'

   'Not a problem really.  Your Thailand contact will have two or three
lined up for you by tomorrow....  I imagine you have no experience of
transexuals?'

   'None at all.'

   'I wouldn't expect it.  I know you're gay.  In this case we need a
ladyboy with nice breasts....  so he will almost certainly be 13 or even
more.  I know we usually look for boys 10 or 11 so we get a good four to
five years return on our investment, but these ladyboys still look like
young teens until they are past 18, so that's not a problem.  And this
client does like breasts.  You know what to look for.'

   'I guess so, but you better fill me in, Horatio.'

   'They should be small...  no great big bazongas, nicely rounded, and
most important of all firm when you squeeze them....  just about filling
your hand, and no fold under them when the boy stands up or lays down. 
Apart from thet he's a smooth-skinned, hairless boy, waxed or shaved if
necessary.  The bottom can be a bit more rounded and jutting than in the
perfect boy, but not completely feminine.'

   'I think I can manage all that.'

   'I'm sure you can, stephen.  The boy will probably still be on a drugs
regime....  a mixture of different hormones.  Don't risk bringing the drugs
through customs but make sure you get a full list of them and the dosages.
Email that to me and we will have them lined up when he arrives.'

   'OK.'

   'One further thing.  Some of these ladyboys can't get an erection
because the drugs are wrong.  Make sure he can, and that his cock is at
least as big as the average for his age.  And one other thing; our client
likes to fuck, of course, but he also likes to be fucked.  So make sure you
get him to fuck you, and if he makes a hash of that look for another one.
That is very important.'

   This was a bit of a puzzler: I was not keen on being fucked.  But a boy
would not have the sort of monstrous cock that had put me off the only time
I had tried it, and I could put up with a little one.  I made a mental note
to buy myself a dildo as soon as I was back in London, to practise a bit!

   'No problem, Horatio.'

   'Good!  Give that little blonde one more, and then back here.'

   I did just that, showering with Yuri and sucking his off, before having
him kneel under the needle shower and sucking me to completion.

   Then it was down to breakfast, me fully clothed, Yuri naked as his
knickers were just too grossly stained now, a kiss goodbye, and in the car
back to town.



   ..................................................................

   Tropical heat!

   It hit me as we got off the plane just as it had in Africa.  But whereas
that had been mixed with a damp sort of fungus-y smell, here there was a
cleaner spicy scent on the air.  I had travelled light, just an overnight
bag and was through customs and immigration with no problems....  my
passport was a fake of course, or more probably a real one with wrong
details and photo!

   I was met by a burly white guy, suntanned and in shorts and sandals.  He
was Aussie!

   He offered me an evening out on the town, and was not too pleased,
though he tried to hide it, when I refused stressing that this was a rush
job and I needed to have chosen our ladyboy this very evening.  I would
take up his offer next time we were recruiting in Thailand.

   He was also slightly worried when I told him I was looking for a
comparatively mature ladyboy this trip: at all costs one with nice tits. 
He had three lined up for me to check out and sample if I wanted, but two
of them were only ten and eleven, and still flat-chested!  I assured him
that personally I would probably choose one of the pre-teens, and hoped I
could be back soon to check them out in more leisurely time; from the point
of view of our business model, the younger the better as we got more years
out of them before moving them on.  But this was a rush job for a good
American client who not only wanted tits, but a cock capable of fucking
him: he wanted a versatile ladyboy and the two already in our stable still
capable of active fucking were out with clients.

   Alex was really worried now, as he had not established whether the
Kathoey was capable of a sufficient erection to tease the prostate of a
randy American, but the term "Kathoey" meant the lady-boy considered
himself as still male, so that was hopeful.  If he (she?) considered
himself (herself?) female he (she?) would use the term "Sao praphet song"
or trans-woman.

   He was getting me in a muddle with all those pronouns, but I expected it
would all become clear in bed soon, and told him so.

   It was not a long taxi ride, just time enough for me to establish that
the blank passport had arrived by courier in the afternoon, that all three
lady-boys had been photographed, and that if I was able to approve the only
one really suitable then the passport could be completed ready for our
flight out mid-afternoon the next day.

   The kathoey was indeed on hormones, and the detailed prescription was
available for me along with the passport and adoption papers dated a year
earlier.

   Alex might be slightly boorish, but he was certainly efficient, well
worth his retainer and the usual hefty bonus when a boy was finally
recruited!

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   The "girl" would be arriving at about ten so there was time for a
leisurely meal...  Alex had a good cook and Thai food is never boring....
and still half an hour to show me Mali's portfolio.  She worked as a dancer
at one of the clubs, and obviously would be looking for a client each night
to boost her more legitimate earnings.

   'It's an upmarket club,' Alex confided in me, 'and Mali is beautiful and
talented enough to be able to pick and choose her men.  As of yesterday she
tested disease free, and she's been told not to go to work this evening,
coming here instead.  she doesn't do drugs, by the way, and I've had that
checked out carefully by a buddy in the Royal Thai Police.  Care to leaf
through her photos?'

   I did, of course, and she was certainly a lovely girl....  no hint of
masculinity anywhere.  They were all decent, none even showing her naked
breasts.  They looked good in the flimsy, lacy bras she favoured, as did
her cute little bum, much less broad than a true girl's and all the better
for that in my opinion.  First glance, she looked the part for our American
client.  But were those breasts firm?  And was there a sufficient cock
hidden in those lacy gold hot-pants, big enough, and erectile?

   I was looking forward now to finding out!

   She arrived by taxi on the dot of ten....  punctuality a good sign. 
There was nothing of the show-girl about her appearance for this job
interview!

   She was dressed like any other straight teenager.....  sensible white
trainers with white cotton socks, bare legs, a knee length denim skirt and
a tight white cotton top.  Her hair was black, of course, shoulder-length
but tied back with a white ribbon.  She could have gone to Church dressed
like that!  I was more impressed by this innocent lass look than I would
have been by any tarty, come-on gear.  Clever girl!

   We were introduced....  Mali means flower apparently.

   Her innocent appearance did not prevent her from holding my hand very
tightly as we walked to the guest chalet a few yards from the main
house.....

   I stopped in the shadow just beyond a standard light by the gravel path
and leaned down to kiss her: she scarcely came up to my chest, a little
oriental doll!

   But she knew how to kiss, and her tongue was in mine, and her body
pressed against me: she must have been aware of my now-hard cock because
she giggled, groped and held it for a moment.

   'We will have fun I know, Stephen.'

   Even her voice was sexy!

   I've always been rather shy with women, even with young girls....  they
are so different from us males, almost un-knowable.  It was no use telling
myself this was a boy: she looked like a girl, felt like a girl, was even
perfumed like a girl.  To tell the truth I was at a loss how to begin with
her......

   I sat on the bed, which was so high that my feet did not touch the
ground.  She stood looking at me, that enigmatic smile on her pretty face.

   If it had been a boy I would have opened my arms in invitation, letting
him feel my hard cock against his body, grasping his through the fabric of
his trousers....

   I was not even hard!

   I had to do something: I neded to test this lady-boy out, to recruit or
to reject.  So, almost in a panic....

   'Undress me, Mali.'

  
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   'And now you.  Show me your body, Mali.'

   The gesture of kicking off her trainers without so much as looking at
them was so teenage girl, but not so innocent was the gesture with which
she tore open the velcro of her denim skirt, slowly, allowing me to savour
the moment.

   Her legs were smooth and slender: later I learned that she massaged oil
into them every morning after her shower to keep the skin soft and silky.

   Under the skirt tight panties, gold lace, cut boxer-style but clinging
and tight.  I could see the shape of her cock through the filmy fabric, and
the welcome sight of cock started my own to stiffen.  This was more like my
world!

   She pulled her tight top up, over and off, and I saw her naked breasts
for the first time.  I was fascinated: this was what our American client
most insisted on, more than cock, balls, anus, more than all the boyish
features, it was the teenage tits he wanted.  Well, he would not be
disappointed I guessed, as they were small, but rounded and obviously firm
as there was no crease beneath them, and it was almost as if those little
brown nipples were pulling them apart and upwards!

   I fancied some of that myself, and was beginning to appreciate this new
combination of the best a boy and a girl have to offer the predatory male.
A cute, slender bum, a nice teenage cock, and lovely little tits.  Oh yes!

   Mali looked happy as she took the couple of steps to the bed and climbed
up: I guess she was relieved to see the effect her near-naked body had on
me, stiffening my cock.
We embraced side-by-side, her tongue playing over my teeth and then
right inside my mouth.  I could feel her hand on my cock, and I was

fondling her bottom, my hand inside those tight, figure-hugging panties.

   I pushed her away for a moment, but just so I could look at her.  Her
hands and feet looked especially sexy, and I decided finger and toe-nails
looked especially good painted...  hers were a bright scarlet to match her
lipstick.  Her bum was not feminine, but boyish, slender and firm as I
caressed it.  I could see the outline of her cock through the lace, and
slipped down the bed to nuzzle her there, nose and lips seeking out her
little-boy cock and balls in their feminine panties.

   There was just a tiny spot of dampness,pre-cum proof that she would
ejaculate properly, not spoiled by her hormone regime.  Good!

   I wanted to see nd feel and pulled at the waistband of her panties.  She
giggled and raised her bosy so I could slide the panties down and off.

   She was hairless and very smooth: this was not the smoothness of shaving
or even waxing: she must have had a permanent job done to achieve that
silkiness over her belly, cock and ball-sack.  They were still little-boy
balls, but her cock was big for her age, and I wondered for a moment if she
was more than her stated thirteen: these Asian boys can look so young and
tender.....  Her cock was uncut, and must have been a good five inches,
quite capable of satisfying her American buyer if she knew how to use it.
Well, I'd be finding out for myself soon enough.

   But first I wanted a lick, a kiss, a suck on those pretty balls and that
super cock.

   Her thighs were fantastic, silky and so sexy as she opened them slightly
more for me to press my cheek and then my tongue against the inside, where
her honey-coloured skin was its softest.  I licked her ball-sack with the
tip of my tongue making it wrinkle and hearing her little moan of pleasure
as I took a little ball into my mouth and so-gently sucked on it.  There
was a drop of precum in the eye of her cock, and I had to have it.  I
skinned it and closed my lips round the pink knob.  Her thighs rose to
slide the cock in deeper.

   I enjoyed my suck for a few minutes, enjoyed it as much as any cock I
had sampled so far in my new job.

   I could not keep my hands off her tits.  I would stroke her lovely
belly, but always my hands returned to those little-girl breasts, so smooth
and satin to the touch, and her puffy, hard little nipples.  This was new
to me, and I wondered if they would have seemed so sexy if belonging to a
teenage girl and not a teenage lady-boy.  Whatever!  I decided I liked
firm, pert tits, and it was time for me to kiss and suck them.

   This was all new to me, but delightful as I pressed my cheek against a
breast, and then licked.  The nipple was standing and just inviting my
mouth, so I obliged and kissed and sucked the darker, almost brown aureole
and nipple.  First one and then the other.

   She lay with her eyes closed, smiling, cock hard and twitching as I
enjoyed her tits, a first for me.

   I wanted to fuck her.

   Looking round the room I saw the lube on the dressing table....  and
condoms though I would not be using those.  She had been tested clean ready
for this visit and probable recruitment as one of our little helpers.

   While I was up I grabbed a towel....I was going to have to sleep in this
bed and did not want it all sticky.  I assumed she would have douched (I
had too), but I guessed she might cum while I fucked her.  It did not occur
to me that I would too while she fucked me back!

   So there she was, kneeling on the towel in the middle of the bed, her
slender arse looking more rounded now she was bent in two, her legs just as
long and slender, her back flawless and a lovely golden honey.  She looked
over her shoulder, her long black hair framing her face, and giggled as I
lubed her bottom, sliding my index finger into her to oil right inside.

   I wiped my hand on my cock, making that glisten like her pretty pussy,
tight-closed and so inviting in its hairless beauty.

   My cock slipped in so easily, and I could feel her pushing back to get
maximum penetration.  She sighed, her bum rose an inch as she flexed her
back and buried her face in the pillow.

   This was one experienced boy, and I had no compunction at using him for
my pleasure, fucking him hard from the very first moment.  I needed to be
sure he could take it....  and hopefully enjoy it.  I reached under him,
and sure enough his cock was rock hard.  He was certainly enjoying!

   I stroked his arse....  marvelous bottom, best yet!  If this was par for
ladyboys I was glad Thailand was on my patch, that I could look forward to
more recruitment expeditions.  I would be the main supplier of transexual
and transvestite boys for the Company, London and America regions, and
could look forward to many such delights....  hopefully for more than the
couple of hours I had with Mali, this "rush job".

   Unthinking I spanked her bottom.

   Luckily she obviously liked that, wiggling her buttocks as if inviting
more.  I started to slap her in time with each thrust into her hole.....  I
could hear her moaning with pleasure, though whether from the pummelling I
was giving her prostate, or the slapping of her arse I did not know.  Or
care!  Probably both.

   I found myself thinking about har tits again, and with my free hand (I
was spanking with my right), I reached under for a breast.  Lovely!  Her
moans and little panting squeals got louder as I squeezed and fingered her
breast, and I could feel my own orgasm rising.  Uncontrollable now, I let
my cock spurt its cum into her, three great balls-and-arse clenching cums.

   I felt under her for her cock.  Still hard, and she had not cum.

   Good!  I needed to see how good she was at fucking: she had passed the
first half of the test with flying colours!

   'Now you fuck me, Mali....'

   She giggled.  'I never get to fuck....'

   'I hope you can, darling!  I need you to fuck me.'

   I was kneeling now and spreading my buttocks with both hands.

   'I'll like that!'

   I wasn't sure I would: my only attempt at getting fucked had been a
failure for me....  pain and no pleasure....  and for the University
Lecturer who had me, coming within seconds of penetration.  However, I had
to check out the lady-boy's status as a stud, if that's what our client was
looking for.

   It hurt as he penetrated....  his cock was not that much slimmer than an
adult's....  but he semed to have some knack of finding the exact right
angle for his knob to keep pressing on my prostate, and I soon found myself
enjoying it!  I was surprised ....  and relieved.

   Was it really me shouting at him to fuck me harder, telling him how good
he was, begging him to fill me with cum....?

   I was glad I had put a towel on the bed when I realised that he would
make me cum.  Astoundingly I would cum without either of us touching my
cock, a pure and simple anal orgasm.  I wiggled my arse and jerked it up
and down as the thrust into me.

   Then he leaned over me and I felt his breasts against my back!

   So sexy!

   Too sexy!

   'Fuck!  I'm cumming.  Fuck me harder!  Yes!  Oh Fuck!  Now, sweetie,
now.'

   He shagged me even harder, faster, and I am sure I felt him cum in me
almost at the same time as the first spurt of my orgasm made me collapse on
the bed.  Then I felt him thrust three or four times more and knew that
each was a gusher of hot cum.

   My orgasm was earth-shaking, balls-draining, cock, balls and arse all
joined in a marvellous, life-changing cum.

   As I lay there, the lady-boy on top of me and her cock still twitching
inside me, I remember thinking that if that fumbling University teacher had
been as good I might have been a happy "bottom" all these years, versatile
in bed.  From now on I wouldn't say no.....

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   I would have liked all night, in fact two or three days with Mali, but
this was a rush job, so it was a quick shower for the two of us and back to
Alex in the main house.

   I paid him his fee, he packed the lady-boy off to get her two suitcases
and return in the morning, and the courier was sent with the blank passport
and photos to have them completed.....we would want to be on the plane just
after mid-day, to meet my American colleague at Amsterdam Airport and hand
my "daughter" over to him, along with the passports and adoption proofs.

   When I got back to the London office that evening there was an email
from The Boss sending me to SriLanka to check out some boys and hopefully
find at least one for our stable.

   All go in the people business!

   Fin for now