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 Travels With Kevin: by (c) Hamilton Joyce.

   When my wife Muriel died I became almost entirely gay.  After a few
months getting used to being in the house alone I found my new freedom
liberating.  I had been interested in male sex since my teenage years, and
had managed to conceal my occasional affairs or one-off sessions with men
from her for just over thirty years of marriage.  Now I no longer had to
hide this side of my personality.  More and more my thoughts turned to the
boys who I used to play about with in the Boarding School, but although I
could drool over them on the beach they were, of course, objects of fantasy
only.

   I decided not to spend my first winter alone in cold, dismal England,
but to go south and follow the sun.  In August I bought a fantastic rig, a
huge mobile home, and a little diesel car for it to tow.  So at the start
of September I was on my way, house shut up, mail stopped, out on the open
road.  All "dirty old men" like me have fantasies of picking up a teenage
hitch-hiker, a beautiful and willing young boy, preferably blonde.  It
never happens nowadays, first because there are so few hitch-hikers now,
and second because what few there are are ugly and dirty!  When I was young
there were lots of us thumbing lifts across the country, and I can remember
some sex sessions with drivers who stopped to pick me up, a student on his
way to or from university.  I did not expect to find such a treasure, but
that didn't stop me dreaming as I turned from the back-road where I live
out onto the main road.  I stretched my legs and looked forward to months
of new experiences.

   I did not know how good this was in fact going to be.

   Would you believe it?  I had driven for scarcely half-an-hour when I saw
in the distance a hitch-hiker standing in a long lay-bye.  It looked like a
boy!  He had a black hoodie up so I could not see much.  The cars ahead
sped past him, but I slowed to a stop just beyond him.

   What happened now was odd: he just opened the near-side door and got in.
There was none of the expected few words about destinations: he merely
climbed up the two steps and settled into the seat closing the door behind
him and strapping himself in.  He still had his hood up and I could not see
much, except that he had dark hair, was tanned, and seemed quite slightly
built, probably young.  A runaway I thought.  But myself wordless too I
drew away and entered the stream of traffic.

   I tried to look at him out of the corner of my eye.

   'Where are you heading?'

   'Same place as you, mister....'

   He spoke well, with the same Yorkshire accent as myself.  I thought I
had better get to the bottom of this and drew into the next lay-bye,
cutting the engine this time.

   'You're a runaway aren't you?  You're on the run.'

   'Not really.'

   'Hey, take that hood down so I can see who I'm talking to.'

   'Sorry!' He was good-looking with his dark, wavy hair quite long, tanned
complexion and full, sensual lips.

   'What's your name?  Mine's Rupert.'

   'I'm Kevin.' It would be wouldn't it?  The boys of my masturbatory
fantasies were often called Kevin, sometimes Jason or Mark.

   'What do you mean "Not really on the run": I need to know before we go
any further'.

   'My mother's kicked me out.  She's a bitch and a slut and only
interested in booze and what she can stick in her arm.  She was drunk again
when she threw a saucepan at me and told me to piss off and not to come
back.  That was this morning.  My school's a dump and they don't give a
toss: I nearly never go there and they don't do anything about it.  They
won't even miss me.  No, no-one's going to be out looking for me or telling
the Police to find me.  You needn't worry about that!'
I was beginning to get interested!  A pretty young boy, on the loose,
looking to go anywhere with me.  And me with months of travelling...almost

worth staying in the UK to have him!

   'How old are you, Kevin?'

   He hesitated and I knew he was about to lie.  'Sixteen, mister.  I'm
sixteen.'

   I looked at him, hairless face, boyish good-looks: he was probably
thirteen or perhaps fourteen.  I've known boys (yes I occasionally had a
rent boy I admit), boys who look eighteen when they are sixteen, but none
that look fourteen at that age.  I let it pass.

   'I'm headed to Newcastle to take the ferry to Holland, but I can take
you as far as the coast if you like'.

   'I'll come with you to Holland, mister.  I've got my passport, birth
certificate and health card in here.  He lifted up the almost-empty Tesco
plastic bag he had been clutching in the lay-bye.  I grabbed it all before
I left.'

   I was silent a long moment while I thought about this.  If I wanted I
could have a pretty boy as companion for all the winter if I played it
right.  My cock stiffened at the thought.  I looked him straight in the
eye, and he did not flinch, dark, deep eyes holding my gaze.

   'And what's in it for me if I agree to take you with me?'

   Kevin looked at the guy: he did not look gay, though Rupert was a gay
sort of name!  The man was well built and macho, probably over fifty, but
looked hard and muscular as if he worked out a lot.  He was silent a moment
before answering with one word, 'Anything....'

   'Anything?  Really anything?'

   The man's gaze left the boy's eyes and moved down to focus on his
crotch, communicating instantly to the boy that the guy was in fact gay and
that he would want the boy's body as payment for the help.  Kevin was
silent a moment as he considered his options.  There were none.  He would
have liked to say he was not that sort of boy, not gay but a normal
teenager with normal desires, but it was beginning to rain, and this was a
chance to get well away from that bitch and his whole failed life so far.
There were no options: he would have to let the guy have his way.  Probably
he would only want to fiddle about, like some of the boys did, though not
Kevin himself.  He really wasn't "that sort of boy": his fantasies were of
girls and female film and pop stars though his experience of real girls was
exactly zero.

   'Anything you want, mister.  Anything....Anything.' His voice tailed
away and he looked down, embarassed and now avoiding my gaze.

   'It's a deal then.  I'm going to spend the winter driving south with the
sun and you can come with me.  Remember you're my grandson and decided at
the last minute to come on a trip with me.  What's your surname, real one
mind you, as in your passport.'

   'Ramsden.'

   I drew out into the traffic again.  We had plenty of time to get to the
ferry port, though we did not chat as I drove.

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

   There was no problem with the tickets.  My story about my grandson went
down without comment and I had in any case booked a double-berth cabin for
myself as I hate sharing with strangers, unless they are thirteen and
pretty!  Passport control just waved us through without even opening the
passports.

   'You take the top bunk, Kevin.  I'll have the bottom'.

   He threw his Tesco bag up onto the top bunk.

   It was already late enough for the restaurant to be open, and although
most of the passengers would be HGV drivers on this line the food was
usually good (perhaps because they were drivers!) We both had steak and
chips and split a bottle of red wine.  Kevin might have moaned about his
mother's alcohol habit but it was clear he was no stranger to drink.  He
had two glasses to my one, without showing any signs of getting tipsy.  We
did not talk much, though he was trying to find out where we might be
going. He had to put up with my vagueness.  'Wherever the roads take us, my
boy.'

   Kevin looked tired, probably rather emotionally drained at running away
and pitching in with a probable queer!  We went back to the cabin as soon
as we had eaten.

   'There's a loo and a shower there, through that door.  It's just for
this cabin so you won't be disturbed.  You go and get a shower, and while
you're about it wash out your clothes, all of them.' I reckoned there would
be no spare clothes in that near-empty plastic bag and was looking forward
to seeing him naked.  I can be a bit devious!

   This was the first moment of truth for the boy: this old guy wanted to
see him bare-arse naked.  That word "anything" so lightly used when they
first met now hung heavy in the air between them.

   'I don't need a shower.'

   'And I don't need a stinking boy in the passenger seat for hundreds of
miles.  You shower and wash those clothes out, the hoodie too.  And those
trainers.  Hang them up and leave the door closed, and they'll be dry well
before we dock tomorrow morning.

   He still had no options so he did what he was told.  At least it was not
a double bed, he thought.

   I was naked when he emerged from the shower half an hour later and
immediately congratulated myself on my find.  He was very, very sexy, and I
was now sure he wasn't sixteen!  He was tanned all over and had been
sunbathing nude somewhere, that was clear.  No tan lines at the bum or
belly.  Slender and a bit on the lean side, he at least had none of the
chubby puppy-fat you see so often in boys nowadays that really spoils their
appeal a bit.  Long legged, long armed, flat bellied and with the cutest
little butt.  His cock would have been small for a sixteen year old, but
was ok for what I guessed was his real age, and his balls, tight in their
sack, were still nearly hairless.  The little triangle of black hair at the
base of his belly was still fine and silky.  His cock arched gracefully
towards his balls, He could see my gaze focused on his crotch again, turned
and was quickly up the step-ladder to his bunk, giving me, however, a
lovely view of his arse as the muscles moved beneath flawless, silky skin.
What a treasure!  And mine!  I found myself muttering 'Lovely!  Lovely!'

   Kevin looked down at the guy.  He had never been called "Lovely" before
and never thought of himself as other than very ordinary.  And yet here was
a guy who thought he was good-looking....and desirable!  The guy was
handsome.  He looked good naked.  Tanned and quite hairy, with good thighs
and biceps and a barrel chest.  He had the sort of neck you see in rugger
players, the boy thought.  His cock, half hard, looked big but not
enormous. Well, if he was going to have to have gay sex at least this was
not an ugly old git with a beer gut.  Then he cursed himself for even
thinking about that.  He was not gay, was not "that sort of boy".  He
turned over as I went out to have my shower.

   I don't know whether Kevin dreamed, but I certainly did about young boys
I had had sex with all those years ago with Kevin mixed up in the dream.  I
had a good night's sleep, however, and was awake before the boy.  A quick
piss, quiet so as not to wake him, and then three steps up the ladder till
my belly (and cock) were level with his sleeping form.  He was laying on
his back, breathing slowly and deeply, a single sheet covering his body. 
He looked so cute with his tousled hair and a lovely smile.  I gently
lifted the sheet off him and studied his body close up.  So little hair,
just a tiny triangle of fine black hairs and nothing else, his skin tanned
and silky smooth.  His cock lolled limp over his balls, his legs slightly
apart.  It was still a little-boy cock, less tanned than his thighs and
slender with the prettiest pink helmet.  He had been "cut".  I was glad: I
like that as in my youth most boys were circumcised and that's what I got
used to.  I'm cut myself.  On the other hand I don't say no to an uncut
cock either!  I wanted to touch him, but certainly didn't want to wake him,
so I took one step down the ladder, leaned forward and took his whole cock
into my mouth.  I love the feel of a cock stiffening in my mouth, and all
the more so when it's a pretty young boy.  He stirred and murmured
something in his sleep but didn't wake.

   Slowly at first I started bobbing up and down on the cock, letting it
slide from my mouth, all except the knob, and then slip in till his pubic
fleece tickled my nose.  In and out.  in and out!.  I must be careful not
to touch his cock with my teeth, which would certainly wake him.  He moaned
again in his sleep but his hips started to move, and he must have been
dreaming a sexual encounter as well as expeiencing a real one....  I would
have loved to caress his belly, feel his little brown nipples, but I was
still afraid of waking him.

   I felt his body tense and his hips rose, and he woke just as his body
really started to respond to my lips and tongue.  I could see the
double-take in his startled eyes and for a moment he tried to pull away.  I
held him down...the only occasion I ever used any real force with him and
then only for a moment.

   Kevin had been dreaming he was in bed and wanking when, just before he
was about to come, he awoke and saw a grey-haired guy sucking him,
bare-chested and hairy.  He momentarily tried to pull away, but it felt so
good he let the game continue.  Now he was awake the guy started to fondle
his nipples, and that was nice too, a completely new sensation, and then he
cupped his balls with his free hand and gently pulled at the skin of the
boy's scrotum, stretching it.  The boy felt his cum building up and his
hips rose to push his cock deep in the guy's mouth.  The free hand was now
under his arse, kneading it and raising it.

   'I'm gonna cum!'

   He tried to pull away.  The guy would not want a mouthful, surely.

   But the sucking continued, and strong hands held the boy in place.

   I felt the first spurt of thin, boyish cum, and then the twitching of
his cock as the later almost dry spasms showed me that it had been a
powerful one for him.  Good!  I let them die away before releasing his
cock, still half-hard, from my lips.  He still had his eyes closed but the
expression on his face as he came had faded away.

   'That was lovely, Kevin.' I kissed him lightly on the forehead and
stepped down.  My cock was almost painfully hard, but I knew I should play
this one carefully, slowly, like one of the salmon I loved to fish in our
native rivers.  I did not want to scare him off.  It was tempting to go up
there, turn him over, and rape him, spit on his anus and ram my cock in. 
But that would be to trade a whole winter of pleasures for just one
balls-draining fuck.  Not worth it, and a bit dangerous too.  Better
"softly softly catchee monkey", and eventually his mouth and his bottom
would be mine to enjoy, as well as his cock and balls..

   The boy looked at the guy: he had never seen a hard, adult cock before.
It was very sexy he thought, but scary too!  It was so big and
angry-looking with the great vein running up the front and the helmet so
purple and swollen.  And his balls, big and loose in a sack covered in
thick black hair like so much of the guy's body, but even thicker round his
cock.  What would the guy want now?  But he seemed to have been satisfied
with what he had taken already, and said he was going to have a shower
before breakfast.  'Although it will not be as good as the mouthful you
just gave me, Kevin...'

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

   Kevin was even quieter than usual over breakfast, but I guessed he had a
few things to think about after this morning.

   In fact Kevin was repeating silently to himself the mantra of the last
twenty four hours.  'I'm not that sort of boy, not that sort at all.  I'm
not gay.  I know I'm not.' And yet it kept coming back to him how good it
had been to feel that warm, wet mouth sucking on his cock and how much
better the cumming had been than his standard morning wank.  Perhaps he was
gay after all, or at least a bit gay.  Anyway, he knew some boys at school
and in the neighbourhood jerked each other off, and this was not so very
different.  Lots of guys would like their cocks sucked he was sure.  And
also there was no mess to wipe up: all cleanly swallowed and his cock
sucked and licked squeaky clean!  On balance he decided he liked it, and
hoped the guy would do it again for him.

   But suppose the guy wanted more from him....his mouth or his arse.  It
would not be too bad to jerk the guy off, but to let him fuck his mouth or
bottom, now that really would be gay.  And yet he realised he had little
choice.  He was leaving England, to a country where he did not speak the
language (he did not know English is universal in Holland!), had no money
beyond £3.48 in his pocket when he ran for it and even his mobile was empty
of credits.  The local police would soon be on to him and pack him off back
to England....his passport showed his true age.  Over in England it would
either be back to the vicious, fat slag who had kicked him out, or the
tender mercies of the Care System.  He did not know what was worse, but was
certain nothing that happened between him and Rupert could possibly be
worse!  He had made his bed and would have to lie on it.

   At least the food was good....  and in this caff you could have as much
as you want.  Eggs, ham, cheese, nice bread, juice, coffee.  He pigged out.
Rupert was quiet he noticed.  Probably had a few things to think about
after this morning!

   'Well, Kevin, I need to get some stuff from the duty free.  I'm glad you
don't smoke!'

   'Hate cigs.  The house stank of them, and you never saw her without one
hanging from her lip.'

   'I agree, but I like to get some spirits and chocolate.  The wine's not
good here so we'll stock up down the road.  Coming with me?'

   'Sure.'

   With the boy in the van with me I reckoned Creme de Menthe, Grand
Marnier and Benedictine would go down well long evenings, so I got a few of
each.  and some sweeties for the next few days driving.  A couple of cases
of English beer though there's nothing wrong with the beers you find all
over Europe now.  Then it was time to get back to the cabin, get our stuff
together and down to the rig.

   The Dutch immigration people were even less interested than their
English opposite numbers: in fact there was no-one in their cabin and it
was out onto the motorway.

   'We'll stop at a camping site just outside Paris for a day or two.  I've
stayed there before and its quiet and pleasant.'

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

   As we drove south Kevin was his usual quiet, almost taciturn self, but
finally:

   'That was good this morning.  Better than......'

   'Better than jerking yourself off?  It is isn't it?  I have to be
desperate before I wank myself off.'

   'I usually jerk off every morning before I get up and every night before
I go to sleep.  Sometimes in the day as well.'

   Silence for a bit, and then:

   'Are you going to suck me off again tonight?'

   'Do you want that, Kevin?'

   'Oh yes!'

   'Then I will.  and every morning and night so you don't need to wank.'

   Kevin realised he had taken a big step and nearly acknowledged his own
gay-ness.  But he still had in the back of his mind that having your cock
sucked was not really gay, and he still clung to the mantra that he "was
not that sort of boy." But with the future a bit clearer he opened up and
the two of them chatted quite a lot as the big rig made its way down the
autoroutes.  They had the usual male interests in common, football, F1, and
cricket among them

   We stopped for lunch at a big out-of-town retail park where it would be
easy to park the rig and we could do a bit of shopping without uncoupling
the car.  Obviously Kevin needed some more clothes, and that was our first
stop, at a huge cut-price store.  He claimed the gear was real cool, very
fashionable, and finally we had a bundle of trousers and shirts.  I chose
his underpants for him in two packs of six, the dazzling white I so enjoy
seeing against a tanned, lithe body.  I bought him some proper leather
shoes, black for when he wore the black trousers, and several pairs of
trainers.  I made him throw away the grubby old trainers he had been
wearing.

   Oh, and a few pairs of shorts so I could enjoy the look (and later the
feel) of his legs as he sat in the passenger seat.

   There was still a display of beach-wear, and although any beaches we
went to were likely to be nudist (and gay!), I fancied seeing him in tight
little speedos and we bought him two pairs, one white and one scarlet.

   'You'd look good in these too, Rupert.'

   So we bought me a couple of pairs, matching his.  Mine needed to be
larger mainly to accommodate my much larger crown jewels!

   A fast-food lunch and we were on our way again, arriving at the site
between Paris and Versailles mid-afternoon.  I emptied the grey water and
the toilet casettes, showing Kevin how that was done for next time as I
intended he would earn his keep with household duties as well as what I
expected from him in bed!  When we were parked up, the car unhitched, the
lady who ran the site greeted, and all that, it was nearly time for dinner.
We sat for a bit outside the rig, each with a can of beer, listening to the
news on the radio.

   I grilled some lamb chops, opened a tin of peas and boiled some potatos.
Kevin watched, telling me he had never seen his mother cook: it was always
cold or junk food.

   'This ain't real cooking.  I'll show you some good cooking when we're
settled somewhere for a while.  Meantime this will be OK, and some tinned
peaches to follow.'

   Kevin showed his usual appetite, and also drank more of the wine than I
did.  But I noticed he didn't finish the bottle, so no real problem there.
Your true dependent addict would never leave two inches in the bottom of
the bottle!

   He washed up while I dried and then I suggested we watch a video: we
chose Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom.

   I like my comfort and I had removed the standard foam-filled benches and
fitted a low, deep settee, too big to call an armchair and too small to be
a sofa, but ideal for a man and his boyfriend to curl up on.

   'Come here and give me a cuddle.'

   It was nice for Kevin to sit snuggled against Rupert, arms around each
other, his head on the man's shoulder.  Nothing sexual, just cosy.  Nobody
had ever cuddled or hugged him in his life, no family other than his
useless mother, no girl-frind or boyfriend (!), no-one to give him the
simple warmth of human contact.  He was happy for the first time in years.
He knew Rupert would suck him off soon, and was ready, even eager for that.
Anything else was in the future.  He lost himself in the action of the
film, enjoying sharing that experience with another person, again something
this loner had seldom known.

   Towards the end of the film I paused it and poured two glasses of Grand
Marnier, warning Kevin to sip it as it was very strong.

   The bed was made up ready.  One of the real advantages of a huge rig is
that you get two rooms, and don't have to convert to bedroom every night.
The sheets were crisp and new: I have a heater on thermostat (air
conditioner too) so no need for duvets or blankets.  We undressed in front
of the tv screen and I again felt my cock stiffen as I saw the boy's
slender, ideal form.  I found myself muttering "beautiful!  beautiful!"

   Kevin heard those words and felt a sudden pride.  This big, strong,
handsome guy really did think he was beautiful.  The double bed had no
terrors for him now he knew it was to be oral sex, himself the passive
partner, and he went through to lay beside Rupert very willingly.  It had
been nice to cuddle on the settee, but to do it naked on the bed made the
boy's heart race.  He felt his cock harden and knew it was the man's body
that had this effect on him.  There was a momentary shock when the guy
kissed him on the lips, but just as in the morning when he had first felt a
mouth on his cock the moment of fear passed, replaced by a sort of sensual
pleasure.  He opened his mouth for the guy, and felt his tongue pushing
inside, lips wide open.  He had one arm round the man's shoulder, and could
feel the muscles there: so masculine, and even his shoulder had hairs on
it. Rupert was rolling one of the boy's nipples between his thumb and
forefinger and Kevin reciprocated, finding the nipple among the mass of
body hair and feeling it harden under his touch.

   The boy found he really wanted to please this guy: he liked him and
wanted to give him pleasure.  It was a nice, warm feeling.

   He felt the man's hand on his cock, and Rupert whispered in his ear,'I
know what you want.....'

   This time, Rupert turned round on the bed so they were head-to-toe.  He
pulled the boy over onto his side, and in that position slid his lips over
the boy's cock.  Kevin groaned at the pleasure of the wet warmth, and found
in this position he could fuck the man's face, in and out, while the man
stayed still, except for his hands that were feeling and caressing every
inch of the young body he could reach.

   Kevin looked at that huge cock, now so close to his face.  He wondered
what it would feel like in his hand: it looked hot.  Would it be hot?

   'Can I touch it, Rupert.  Can I touch you down there?'

   'Please!'

   The mouth returned to sucking.

   Kevin's hand would not meet around the cock as he held it: it did feel
hot, too.  He cradled the man's balls in his other hand, feeling their
weight.  He found that without thinking about it he was gently wanking the
guy, his near-open fist sliding up and down the veiny shaft.  This was
exciting, and he fucked the guy's face harder and faster.

   I was worried I would cum before the boy.  It was a delight to be
masturbated by him, and all the more so because he was doing it unasked,
because he wanted too.  And he was shagging my face now with all the fury
of adolescent sex, when the urges are most powerful.  I pulled at the tight
skin of his balls sack, and almost immediately felt his cum spurt, silky
smooth into my mouth.  I swallowed as his fucking slowed and finally
stopped.  Just as that was happening I came, myself.

   The boy had continued rubbing the man's shaft while fucking his face,
though he was so far gone into the pleasure that he was hardly aware of
what he was doing.  His orgasm was his biggest, strongest ever, and just as
he opened his eyes again he saw Rupert cumming, not a little, boyish spurt
such as Kevin's morning wank produced, but a great streamer of white cum up
and over the boy's chest, white cum against tanned brown skin.  Some even
splashed on his face.  His hand slid in the slippery cum, and there were
two more spurts before the cock just twitched and oozed.  Unthinking, the
boy licked his lips and tasted cum for the first time.  It had no real
taste, he decided, but a nice silky feel.  He licked some more from his
upper lip and chin.

   I kissed him again on his lips, to show gratitude and because I wanted
to, tasting my cum on them for the first time, and then cleaned us up with
a towel.



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   In the morning I woke before the boy, and it was a real pleasure to find
that during the night he had cuddled up to me and was sleeping with his
head on my chest as its pillow, one arm round my neck and the other draped
across my belly.  I did not dare move as it was so delightful to see him in
this trusting, lover's embrace.  I wondered if he would be so happy if he
knew what I had planned for this pretty body!  With this thought I caressed
his butt, while I felt my cock harden.  I reached between us, and grasped
his cock, feeling it harden as I gripped, released, gripped again.

   Kevin woke up, found himself in Rupert's embrace, found also that it was
pleasant and comforting, and tightened the hug, rolling over on him a bit
more, placing one leg over Rupert's.  It was good to feel his head against
the hair of Rupert's chest, and especially to feel the man's fist around
his cock.  He raised his head to seek out Rupert's lips, found them, and
kissed him.  Memories of the night before came flooding back: had he really
jerked Rupert off?

   I urgently wanted the boy's cock again: he was becoming like a drug to
me, and the more I had him the more I wanted.  I moved on the bed so my
cock was close to his face and took his in my mouth, hearing him sigh with
pleasure as I started to suck.  And his little hands started to pleasure
me, rubbing my shaft and pulling at the skin of my sack.

   Kevin looked at that cock as he wanked it: it was incredibly sexy, so
straight and hard but with a little curve as it bent backwards towards the
end, with its great purple-red helmet.  He wondered what it would feel like
in his mouth, but instantly rejected that idea.  He "was not that sort of
boy": he was not gay, and it was one thing to have himself brought off even
by being sucked, one thing to jerk a cock as he was doing now, quite
another to start sucking cocks.  And it did feel good rubbing this springy
cock, so silky on the outside and so steely within.  Perhaps just a little
lick would be ok, just a taste of the pre-cum that had started to flow from
the big, open eye of the prick.
He might well have licked and sucked at that moment, but without warning
Rupert's cock spurted cum, again splashing over the boy's chest and face.
He thought the sight of this fountain really horny, and licked at the cum
dripping from his nose, lips and chin.  So horny was it that he came

himself, again giving Rupert the delight of a mouthful of boyish-thin cum.

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

   It was a lovely sunny morning and after a breakfast we sat outside
sun-bathing in our speedos (we both wore the scarlet ones).  It was amusing
how a couple of other guys on the camp site abandoned their vans and
spouses to come over and chat, clearly drooling over my sexy little
"grandson" with his tanned body and little bulge!  One of them was a
good-looking young man, and it would have been great to invite him in for a
threesome.  I did not, of course, though promised myself that after a few
months, when Kevin had been well and truly seduced we might have some of
that!

   We lunched in the van as well, and then went into Paris in the car for
some sight-seeing.  Kevin wanted to go to the top of the Eiffel Tower, see
the Seine and Notre Dame, etc etc.  and by about seven we needed a meal and
a rest.  It was still early, but we found a nice little bistro in the
sixteenth, the sort used by locals, and ate well.  Again, Kevin had more
wine than me.

   'There's some stuff we'll need for the winter, and Paris is the best
place to buy it...We're off to Pigalle.  Some call it Pig Alley.'

   There are scores of sex shops around Pigalle, but there's one in
particular that is huge, on three floors, with massive stocks of
everything. The top floor is gay, and we went up there together.  I started
with chosing dvds, while Kevin browsed among the various gadgets and kinky
gear, picking things up, inspecting them, giggling, putting them down
again. All part of his education!  I had about twenty dvds in my basket
now...enough.  You won't be surprised that most featured at least one young
boy, though all claimed to be legal.  Now a couple of butt plugs, small and
medium, and several boxes of lubricant.  I also bought some extra-safe
strong condoms.  I intended to bare-back Kevin since he was clearly a
virgin, but any other guy (or gal perhaps) we picked up on the way it would
be safe sex.

   Kevin was holding a black whip thing with several leather lashes, a sirt
of cat-o-nine-tails, swishing it about.

   'Rupert, do guys really like this, I mean being whipped?'

   'Some do.  Not me!'

   'Nor me!'

   He put it back on the shelf.

   'But these look nice.'

   It was a pack of tight, silky underpants, salmon-coloured.'

   'In the basket then, Kevin, if you want.'

   That gave me an idea, and I went back and picked out a few more dvds
which might be useful in the boy's education if he was that way inclined.

   Meanwhile Kevin was at the magazine racks.

   'Hey, look at this, Rupert.  That's horny!

   The magazine featured photo stories of gay sex, all of them with adult
men and boys...  though as usual the claim was they were legal.

   'That is sexy, Kevin.  In the basket, and see if you can find a few
others like it.' while he sorted out about a dozen I decided to take that
whip and a few other similar.  If we could hook up again with Constantinos
we would need them, and you never know who else we might meet on our
travels.  Oh, and I dropped an anal douche in as well.

   We chatted as I drove back, Kevin much more forthcoming than he had
been.

   'Those women on the streets, tarts?'

   'All of them.'

   'Some are quite good.....  better than the ugly bits around my town.'

   'Look good, Kevin, but bad news.  Most have diseases, and all have very
tough and nasty minders.'

   'All the same.....'

   One day I would have to cater for Kevin's hetero impulses as well.  A
group session might be an idea once he was fully initiated, orally and
anally as well.  I had internet on the van (satellite) and it should be
possible to sort something out.  Involve him in the choice would be good!

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

   It was quite late when we got back to the van, but we were both feeling
excited by the sexual atmosphere of Pigalle and that shop, and we quickly
undressed and went to bed,

   And things moved along quite a lot!

   It started as had become almost a habit: that is me sucking the boy and
caressing his belly and bum, him wanking my cock and fingering my balls. 
But then I felt his lips on the shaft of my cock, as if sucking a lemon,
and it was like an electric shock to me.  I had followed a seduction policy
of letting him find his own time for each new adventure into sex, and the
method was paying off.  Big time!

   Kevin had been thinking about sex all the way back in the car, finding
it difficult to keep his right hand away from his hard little cock.  The
magazines he had leafed through had plenty of oral sex in them, and the
ones he had chosen to put in Rupert's basket often had pictures and
photo-stories that involved a boy sucking off an adult man.  You could see
the boys were enjoying it...  the men certainly were!  The night before he
had meant to suck Rupert, had been about to close his lips around that sexy
knob when Rupert had suddenly cum, spurting his cum right over the boy's
face.  Well, he thought, at least that gave him a chance to taste a bit
more of it: it was nice so that's not a problem.  Anyway "gay" is just a
label.  He would still be the same boy after he had sucked a cock as he was
before, and he certainly found the idea exciting.

   Rupert was sucking him slowly and in a rhythm, one of his hands right in
the crease of the boy's buttocks, side-ways on so the edge of his hand
rubbed against the boy's anus.  Kevin found this sexy too, and already knew
that men found boys' bottoms particularly sexy.  (Rupert's was sexy too,
come to that).  Kevin held Rupert's cock in his hand and looked at it real
close.  The eye of it was so wide open that it looked as if the tip of his
tongue would go in it, but first he licked the shaft and closed his lips on
it, like sucking a slice of water-melon, he thought.  It was hot and silky,
but you could feel it hard like a muscle underneath.  Rupert groaned with
pleasure and hugged the boy even closer as they lay side-by-side.  There
was a little drop of clear fluid in that eye and Kevin licked at it: only a
slight but pleasant taste and that same slippery feel as the proper cum the
night before.  The knob was raging purple-red, and inviting being sucked.
The boy opened his mouth very wide and just managed to get it between his
lips.  More groans of pleasure from Rupert who momentarily forgot to suck.

   'Don't stop!'

   'Sorry!  That was so good.'

   Kevin managed to get about half the length in his mouth and found that
by holding its base in his fist he could stop it hitting the back of his
throat and making him gag.  He moved it in and out, but soon Rupert was
doing all that, face-fucking him, so Kevin let him do the work and just
enjoyed the feel of the cock and the knowledge of how much delight he was
giving his new lover.  He knew how good it was to be sucked: Rupert had
taught him that, So it was good to be returning the pleasure.

   For a few moments I wondered whether I should pull my cock away before I
came, but I had seen Kevin lick at my cum the last two sessions I had
spurted over his face, and in any case I wanted him to take me fully, to
swallow and learn to love the bubbling feel of cum in his mouth.  I could
not hold back any longer and came.  He gulped and swallowed, but took it
all and finally let my still-hard cock rest between his lips while I sucked
at him, tapping at his anus with my index finger in time with his thrusts
into my mouth, and caressing sometimes his hairless balls and sometimes his
hard little nipples with my other hand.  He soon came.

   We lay side-by-side, and I dimmed the light for us to sleep.

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

   In the morning I woke with a start to find the bed empty beside me.  I
had a moment of panic thinking I had scared the boy away and he had done
another runner.  I got up, and was immediately reassured as I heard the
shower and my lovely boy singing in it, obviously very happy.  I had a piss
and then decided I should do my morning exercises that I had neglected
since that happy meeting in a Yorkshire lay-bye.

   In the shower, having finished his rendition of "I Love Ya, yeah,
yeah...", and having dried himself, Kevin used his teeth to tear the
plastic bag.  The panties seemd too small when he held them up, but he soon
found they stretched when he put them on, fitting him like a second skin,
stretched across the buttocks and even tight round his still-slender
thighs. He looked at himself in the mirror, and even struck up a few poses.
'Shit', he thought, 'I look dead sexy in these'.  His cock had gone hard
and peeped out from the waistband.  He reached inside and pushed it so it
lay diagonally across his belly, decently inside the salmon-pink briefs. 
He turned so his profile was in the mirror, and you could certainly see a
bulge.  Straight on you could make out the shape of balls and cock.  He
wished he'd bought the white ones and the black ones as well.

   He could hear Rupert counting, and wondered what he was up to.  Opening
the shower-room door he saw his lover doing press-ups and reaching thirty
eight, thirty nine, forty.

   I nearly stopped when I saw him in the doorway, so sexy in his
skin-tight pink panties, a smile on his face that promised delights, so
tanned and so smooth.  But I continued and he stretched out beside me,
imitating me and doing his own press-ups.  He soon gave up, but I went on
while he watched.  I was up in the nineties when he suddenly leaped on my
back and pressed his weight against me.  I could feel his hard little cock,
and his weight made the last four difficult, but I managed it.  One
hundred! We rolled over together, Kevin laughing: he was certainly on a
high this morning.

   In fact Kevin was excited both by his own appearance...  he knew he
really was sexy...  and because he had decided he liked sucking cock and
was going to have more of it.  And if that meant he was gay, well sod it,
he was!  He offered his lips to Rupert and they had a long embrace.

   'Hey, you're real Strong, Rupert.  A hundred!  I only got to eleven and
my arms gave up on me.'

   'Trick is to add one or two each week and gradually build up.  Also
you've got to be careful to develop your lower body at the same rate.  I'll
show you how.'

   'Later, Rupert!' The boy was flirting, caressing Rupert's hairy chest.
'What are these?' There were three scars, in amomg the mat of hair.

   'Three bullets, my boy.  I was in the army.  The one on my leg was a
cutlass...that's a sort of knife they use in West Africa.'

   'You were in the army?'

   'Many years.'

   'Were you an officer?'

   'I finished up Lieutenant Colonel, mostly spent in the Paras.'

   'Cor!  You got shot a lot!'

   'Expect that in the army!  I was lucky none of them did any lasting
harm.'

   'I want to suck you again, Ruprt.'

   'Good!

   I grabbed the boy and buried my face between his silk-clad buttocks,
nuzzling his anus with my nose, just as I had been doing with fingers and
thumb for some days now.  Then I pulled the panties down clear of his bum,
and did the same to his naked flesh.  He smelled of lemon soap of course. I
licked his anus and he giggled.  I pointed my togue and slipped the tip of
it up him again.  'That tickles, and your cheek is rough.  What are you
doing?'

   'I'm sticking my tongue up your bottom, rimming you, boy.'

   'Gross!'

   'Maybe.  But it's good isn't it.'

   'It feels nice!'

   'Of course it does, and as I like to do it to you too, why not?'

   I rimmed him for several minutes while he wanked my cock.

   'I can't reach it to suck you, Rupert.'

   The offer was too good to refuse, though it meant I had to abandon his
pretty little bum.  At once his lips were round my cock-head, and his
fingers rubbing at my shaft.  I felt my cock slide into his mouth about
half-way, his fist around the base limiting the penetration.  I sighed and
kissed his thighs while he sucked and wanked me.  The skin of his back and
bottom was flawless, almost latino in the depth of his tan.  For a moment
my mind wandered off to the little Arab boys I had enjoyed in my army
career, and then the little black boys, but I soon returned to cocentrate
on this beautiful and willing youngster, with his pretty little cock and
lovely rounded bottom.  Kevin was doing me well, and I could feel the cum
rising : when I spurted he again swallowed with every appearance of really
enjoying it.

   'My turn now.'

   I took his cock in my mouth and with a hand on his buttocks pulled him
closer, into me.  His anus was still slick from the rimming, and I slid my
index finger up him as far as the first knuckle.  There were no protests so
I started to finger fuck him, very slowly and gently, feeling about to find
his prostate.  The little bump was there all right and I made sure I
pressed it each time my finger passed.

   'What's that?  It's nice!'

   'It's why men like to be fucked in the arse and most girls don't, Kevin.
We've got a gland there women haven't and its nicely sensitive.'

   'It feels funny, but it's good.'

   I speeded up the bobbing motions of my head and the finger too.  He was
face-fucking me now, his hips driving his cock into my mouth so I did not
have to move much.  I could feel his anus sometimes clenching my finger,
sometimes letting it pass easily.  and then he was coming, bubbling cum
filling my mouth this time, and at least two spurts.

   'That was the best yet!'

   'I know!  You had more cum than ever.'

   I pulled him close, his cock still in my mouth, and felt a great
tenderness for him.

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

   We went into Paris again, but the sight-seeing was getting a bit much,
so we just went and bought the boy some smart casual clothes including a
couple of jackets and some proper shirts.  There was a good street market
we came across and I bought a couple of steaks, some mushrooms, and some
beans.  At a patisserie we chose some lovely tarts and cakes for desert and
then went back to the van.

   Kevin helped me cook, and ate and drank as usual more than me.  Un-asked
he helped with the washing up, and I said I wanted a bath to get rid of the
Paris grime.  So we both showered (how I wish there was room for two in the
shower!), and then settled down to watch a dvd of "The Italian Job", The
Michael Caine one not the dreadful remake.  It was so good to sit naked
together, cuddling and sharing the pleasure of the film, both hard from
time to time, but both secure in the knowledge that we would have sex when
the film ended, so no need to interrupt it now.

   As the film ended Kevin kissed my shoulder where his head had been
resting and reached to grasp my half-hard cock.  It soon stiffened!

   'I've been thinking about the sex this morning, Rupert.'

   'It was our best....'

   'I think it was because you had your finger up me while you sucked.'

   'I'm sure it was.'

   I slid a hand under him so he was sitting on it and I could feel his
bottom, making sure a finger rested on his anus.

   'And it was good when you licked me there and put your tongue up.'

   'Everyone likes that, Kevin.'

   'Let's do it like that now....'

   'I'll show you something first.'

   I got up and rummaged about in a drawer till I found those two butt
plugs and some lube.

   'I bought these in that shop in Paris.  You stick this one up me,
Kevin.'

   I showed him how to grease my arse and the dildo, and slid forward on
the seat so my anus was bare for him to put it in.  He was very gentle and
careful!

   'Just shove it up, Kevin.  I won't break, and I really like it.'

   I heard myself sigh as the butt plug stretched my arse-hole and finally
fitted snugly.

   'Now move it in and out as if you're fucking me....'

   The boy knelt in front of me, between my splayed-open legs and fucked me
with the dildo, and also slowly wanked at my cock.

   After a bit, 'You'd better stop for a bit.  You'll make me cum and we
don't want that so soon!'

   He pulled the butt-plug out.

   'It's clean.  I thought it would be all shitty!'

   'That's because I douched before taking my shower.'

   'What's that?'

   'I'll show you.'

   It was horny showing the boy how to douche, how to fill the bottle, soap
his arse and the nozzle, bend, insert it, and squeeze the contents from the
bottle into his rectum.

   'Now you must keep the water in you a few minutes, then shit it out. 
Wash with a flannel after, and you'll be squeaky clean up there.  I'll wait
for you on the sofa, give you a nice rimming.'

   He stood in the doorway an impish smile on his face, 'Now rim me,
Rupert. I'm squeaky clean for you.'

   I had him bend over in front of me while I sat on the dge of the bed, my
cock so hard it was almost painful.  His bottom looked more rounded like
this than when he was standing or laying down straight and it was
devastatingly sexy.  Again I blessed my good fortune in finding such a
pretty and willing boy to warm my bed for me.  I spread his cheeks with
both hands and for a moment admired his delicate little rose, pinky-brown
with tiny little creases, tight shut.  I buried my face between his
buttocks and gave it a long and wet kiss before pointing my tongue and
sticking it into him.  He giggled, and pushed backwards at me so my tongue
went in a bit deeper.  We played like this for several minutes while I
rimmed him, sometimes penetrating, sometimes licking round the secret
place.

   I reached around his stooping body and held his cock for a moment: he
was hard and springy, clearly loving this arse-play, so I reached for the
lube and spread some in his crease before penetrating him with my index
finger.  A few minutes of finger fucking now, while I licked and kissed his
flawless bottom and thighs.  I was careful to press on his little-boy
prostate with every insertion.  He was still hard, so I gave him two
fingers: he seemed relaxed and happy so I reached for the other, smaller
butt plug.

   'Don't stop!  It's good.'

   'I want to fuck you with the butt plug...'

   'Not that big one!'

   'No.  The red one...'

   Lubed up, his arse opened by my fingers, the dildo slid in easily, and I
fucked him gently with it for several minutes while I wanked him.

   'I'm going to cum!'

   My fingers were bathed in the slippery cum.  He immediately turned
round, knelt in front of me, and sucked my cock.  I was so worked up that
he had hardly got it into his mouth before I spurted, spurted again, and
once more.

   'You were quick!'

   'You're very sexy, Kevin.  Very exciting!'

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

   So for the next ten days or so arse play was added to our morning and
evening oral sex, until it became almost a routine to have a butt-plug in
him while I sucked him off.

   We stayed in the Paris region for about a week, going into the City by
car every day and visiting the Zoo, Versailles, and even picking up a
couple of football matches.  I found Kevin shared my interest in the
beautiful game.

   Then we headed south, and stopped at Lyon to have a look at that City.
And it was here we made love in the fullest, most satisfying way.

   It was our second day there, miserable weather with high winds and
lashing rain, not a day for sight-seeing in the city or for walking in the
hills.  So after a brief morning sex session together (I sucked Kevin off
but did not cum myself) we lazed about in the van all day.  Kevin played
games on the laptop, and amused himself surfing the web looking for porn. I
read, and was sometimes interrupted when the boy found a particularly sexy
pic or video clip.  Mid afternoon we decided to eat early and then watch
some dvds together.

   We had prepared a lamb stew together in the morning, and ate that with
mashed potatos, washed down with the usual red wine.  A glass for me and
rather more for Kevin.  After that I suggested we showered, and watched the
films together naked.

   Kevin thought that a good idea.

   I chose one of the gay dvds I had bought in Paris, one that looked
promising with two films on it.  I poured two glasses, whiskey for me and
Grand Marnier for Kevin and loaded it while Kevin finished his shower.  It
was ready to go when he emerged, scrubbed clean, smiling, and with the
confidence that comes from knowing that he is sexy and above all desired by
his lover.  He snuggled up to me on the sofa, and my body responded
immediately...  he was already hard.

   He whispered in my ear, 'I douched carefully, Rupert.'

   'Good boy!'

   He had an arm round my waist and the other laying in my crotch, his head
on my shoulder as I started the film.  It was in French, but hardly needed
words really, and I whispered translations in his ear where necessary or
where it was particularly horny.  The plot was simple.  Young boy reads
body-building mag: looks at himself in mirror with plenty of sexy naked
poses, long slender limbs and cute little arse, blonde wavy hair and the
sweetest little blonde triangle: decides to follow up ad for body-building
gym: hesitates outside gym: door seems to be locked, but guy sees him and
opens it: big-built, latino colouring: gym is closed on Mondays but will
show boy around: suggests a preliminary lesson: guy takes off dressing gown
and is in tight white speedos; boy strips down to white y-fronts: some
exercises and chat and then suggests shower as both sweated up: in shower
both naked, both hard, guy kneels and sucks boy: boy caresses guy, feeling
his shoulders and huge biceps: boy comes but still hard: they dry each
other on large towels: guy turns boy round and rims his arse: oils it with
baby oil and finger fucks: one, two, three fingers: 'I want your sweet
arse, boy' (I translated that for Kevin!): bends boy over leather covered
bench and fucks him.
'I like big guys like that.' Kevin kissed my pecs, lips finding a nipple

under the mat of hair.

   'And I like young boys like that.' I raised his head and kissed him on
the lips.

   'Let's go to bed now.'

   'Oh yes!'

   Kevin had known that some day Rupert would want to fuck him, and that
simple word "anything" uttered by the boy in the cab of the van that first
day returned to haunt him.  The arse play of the past few days, butt plugs
and finger-fucking, being rimmed and feeling those bristly cheeks against
the softness of his buttocks, that probing tongue, all this had been
building towards a climax.  And now there was the film, with this muscular
and handsome guy shagging the young boy: it would be today!  He felt a
mixture of excitement and fear.  The finger fucking did not hurt at all
now, even when Rupert used three fingers, and he had even taken Rupert's
big butt plug.  That had hurt, but only for a minute or two.  Perhaps
Rupert's cock would be like that, painful for a moment but then ok.  Kevin
knew in theory that guys who liked to be shagged in the arse really did
love it, and couldn't get enough.  So why not him?  Rupert's cock that had
seemed so big and terrifying once now seemed very normal to the boy, not as
big as those in the porn pics he had been seeing on the internet recently,
and not as big as the body builder in the film.  perhaps it would be
good....

   Kevin had now decided that he was certainly bi-sexual and probably gay,
and he would need to learn to take it in the arse sooner or later!

   So it was a willing boy Rupert took to his bed, excited, slightly
fearful, but eager to learn and wanting so much to give his lover the
ultimate pleasure.

   Our play on the bed took what had become by now its usual course but
Kevin lay down on his belly this time inviting immediate arse play.  I lay
beside him stroking the smoothness of his lovely buttocks, and running my
hands up and down his thighs, which he opened slightly for me as I stroked
them.  I leaned over and kissed each rounded cheek and then spread them:
his arsehole was always so pretty, so sexy, tight-closed, pink in contrast
with the white silkiness of his crease.  He sighed as I kissed it with a
wet, long kiss, and pursing my tongue licked round the rim.  He pushed his
bottom upwards inviting me to penetrate, and I stuck my tongue up him.  As
usual he giggled, but wriggled his bum to show his pleasure.

   Today was the day, I was sure.

   Kevin lay there enjoying the attentions of his adult lover.  He too knew
that today was the day that would change everything.  He was apprehensive
rather than frightened, but knew enough from reading and looking at pics
and video clips on the laptop that being fucked in the arse could be good,
enough to believe Rupert when he said that although it might hurt at first
it would be good later.  "Like many pleasures in life, you have to learn to
enjoy it!".  The contrast between Rupert's soft hands stroking his bottom,
and that rough chin on it was sexy too!

   But now Rupert was kissing him on his lips.  He had dripped some oil
into the boy's crease and slipped fingers up him while they embraced.  This
was their usual play recently, but so far it had stopped with the finger
fucking.  Today the boy was sure he was going to know what being fucked was
like: just as the boy in the dvd had learned from the muscular
body-builder.
Rupert, too, must have been thinking about that short film because he

whispered in Kevin's ear 'I want your sweet arse, boy!'.

   They both giggled, hugged each other even tighter.

   I turned Kevin over on his belly again and slipped a pillow under him to
raise his bum just a bit: I noticed his cock was still hard.  His bottom
was nice and oily already and well opened up by my three fingers so I just
slid some oil up and down my cock a couple of times, pulled his legs open
wide, crouched between them, spread his buttocks and positioned my knob on
his arse-hole, pushing just enough to keep it there in place.

   'Be gentle....'

   'I will.'

   I pushed and the knob entered paradise!  I felt his whole body tense
under my hands but he did not scream out or protest.  His anus contracted
on me, gripping my cock very tight so I knew it was hurting, but I stroked
his bottom and then his shoulders whispering how much I loved him and how
much I wanted to teach him to enjoy.  I felt the contraction ease and slid
the whole length of my cock up him till my hairy crotch touched his smooth
buttocks.

   'I'm right in you now, Kevin, every inch.'

   The boy just wanted him to finish.  It hurt!  Not as much as that first
moment, but still it was hurting him.

   'Just fuck me: Get on with it, Please.....'

   I took him at his word, though I guessed he was just being brave.  (I
remembered my first time....).

   So I fucked him.  gently at first, sliding easily in and out of his
tight hole.  Baby oil has always been the best lubricant, spoiling nothing
of the tightness of a young bottom, but slipping delightfully.  I had a
hand on each of his bottom cheeks, gripping: I wondered if I was hurting
him there I was holding him so tight, so instead I stroked his buttocks,
and placed a kiss in the centre of that flawless back.  Without thinking I
was speeding up, and I even noticed his bum starting to move, to wriggle a
bit.  I felt under him, between the pillow and his belly, and found his
cock still hard.  So it was not too bad!  I had some oil on my fingers and
they slid slickly up and down his cock.  I fucked faster and felt my orgasm
coming.  The pleasure was almost painfully intense as I unloaded deeep
inside him, three spurts, and then gradually slowing until we lay silent. I
kissed his neck, and he turned his face.  He kissed my chest hairs, and as
he did so his bottom expelled my cock with a fart.

   He giggled.  'Sorry!'

   I laughed too.  'Goes with it Kevin.' I looked at my cock.  Clean.  He
had douched well for me.  Good boy!  I kissed him on his lips this time.

   'Now I'll suck you off!'

   Usually once I've come that's it.  I'm not interested in any more.  But
this boy had really got to me, and I still wanted him.  And he still wanted
me, gripping my hair and shagging my mouth till he came as well.

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

   Driving back to the camp-site from Lyon the next afternoon Kevin was
thinking about the evening before.  He decided that being fucked was not as
bad as he had feared: ok it had hurt at first but that gradually faded
away, and in fact the last few minutes had been almost good.  If it had
gone on a bit longer he might even have cum!  He decided he wanted to try
it again.

   'Rupert...'

   'Yes.'

   'When we get back can we watch the second part of that dvd?'

   'Sounds good!'

   I was gratified and excited: the boy far from being put off wanted some
more.  I could hardly believe my luck.  Now I had a willing bed-partner,
young, sexy, and highly sexed.  I stole a glance out of the corner of my
eye as I drove the little car and could see the bulge in his shorts that
promised an interesting end to the afternoon!

   The van was warm enough not to need the heater, and not so hot as to
need the air conditioner.

   'I'll be back in a mo.  Don't go away.' The boy laughed over his
shoulder, a cheeky grin, as he went into the shower and toilet.  Good!  He
was going to douche.  This was getting better and better.  I loaded the
dvd.

   He was naked when he reappeared and as usual my cock twitched at the
sight of his slender, tanned body.  The morning exercises had not yet built
any muscle....doubtless that would come....but you could see the healthy
muscle-tone in his almost-glowing skin.  He sat beside me, me still
dressed, him naked, and I started the film.

   It was if anything better than the first one.  Set in a boys' school it
took advantage of the cast to show a dozen or so boys frolicking naked in a
lake, diving from a landing-stage, swimming, standing about chatting with
water streaming from young bodies.  Probably of more interest to me than
Kevin!  They were delicious little fellows, hairless except for their
triangles of dark or golden pubic hair.  None would be older than Kevin I
guessed.  The camera cut to the bushes, where a well-built, handsome guy
was lurking and watching the little boys: what made it especially
interesting was that he was a priest, in black skirts!

   The plot of the film, for it had one, was that this teacher was a strict
disciplinarian, beating boys' bottoms for schoolboy crimes such as smoking,
cutting lessons, having dirty clothes or necks, whistling etc etc.  The
boys hated him.  It was the school summer holidys and these were the few
boys parents had left there: he was the only member of staff left to look
after them, keep them in line as it were.  I suppose a lot of guys would
get off on the shots of him spanking tender bottoms with an old plimsol or
his other favourite, a short black leather strap.  I enjoyed looking at the
boys bottoms, with their shorts and underpants round their ankles, but to
hit them seemed to me a waste of some lovely little arses.  Every one to
his tastes I guess...

   He did not yet know what we knew, because the film had showed us, that
these innocent and happy young lads, fourteen year olds all, were sexually
experienced and at it every possible opportunity.  The camera showed them
jerking off, sucking each other, arse fucking, spit-roasting...  in fact
all the joys of young love, young cocks ever-ready for action.

   They knew he watched them in the pool, and guessed the reason.  Some of
them developed a plot!

   Two went to him for advice and guidance, admitting to him that they
liked to suck cocks and be fucked in their cute little bottoms.  They
wanted it every night, every morning, and in the day too.  They could not
get enough.  What could they do?

   Sweat broke out on the poor man's brow as he fought with his conscience.
One of the boys knelt and grabbed the man's leg, imploring him to help. 
Now the other one beside him, kneeling.  Sweat running down that handsome
face.  Two hands up under the cleric's black skirt, and presumably feeling
his cock and balls.  Tent in skirts!  One boy completely under them and
presumably sucking his cock, the other pulling his shirt and shorts of till
he is naked.  They raise the cleric's skirt, and boy kneels for him: other
boy wipes spittle on a rampant priestly cock.

   The kneeling boy is fucked, and while the priest is ploughing him the
other boy pulls the whole black habit up over the man's head and off,
leaving him naked except for black shoes, black socks, and funny suspenders
for the socks.  The guy is handsome.  The boy who is not being fucked
caresses his back and arse, and licks his neck.  The camera shows close-ups
of the cock, broad and with golden hairs, penetrating a smooth, tanned
bottom, and also the man's face, contorted almost as if in pain as he cums.

   The rest of the film is group sex, the complete seduction of the priest
by a succession of the boys, and a happy holiday for all.

   'I bet you'd like that job, Rupert!'

   It didn't need an answer from me.

   'Let's go to bed.  If you can take a bit longer this time I think I
would cum with you up me....'

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

   We were still in Lyon a week later, another rainy afternoon.

   Kevin had been thinking.  It was always either oral sex, or Rupert
shagging him.  That was good, but a bit one-sided?

   'I've been thinking about that film, Rupert.  How old were you when you
first had sex?'

   About your age, Kevin, or maybe a year or two younger.  Twelve or
perhaps just thirteen.'

   'I'm fourteen.'

   'I know.  It was at school.'

   'Like the film?'

   'No.  It was a teacher, but he seduced me not me him.  I really was an
innocent little lad.  I wanked off of course, but nothing else.  It was a
boarding school, but sex was kept very secret by any boys who did it: we
did not even talk about wanking.'

   'Tell me how it happened the first time...'

   'He taught us Maths.  We called him Spike, so you can guess what his
surname was.'

   'Was he nice?'

   'He was a great guy: all the boys liked him.  He coached the rugby team,
and also the boxers.  I was in both, the rugby and the boxing.'

   'A tough guy then?'

   'Big and strong.  You'd have liked him, Kevin.  A gentle blonde giant,
quiet spoken but very masculine.  He'd been in the navy before coming to St
Jude's and had a tattoo of a muscular guy on his huge biceps.  Any way, it
was after some one-on-one boxing training.  I'd been sparring with another
boy while he shouted advice to us.  At the end of it, as we were taking our
head-guards off, he asked me to stay behind, and come into his office.'

   'Did you know what was going to happen?'

   'I thought it a bit odd, and he put his arm around my shoulder as we
left the gym, and it was even odder when he patted my bottom, feeling it
under the silky shorts.  That's when I guessed he must fancy me.  I was
good looking, but like most boys I did not know I was.'

   'I'm like that.  I was so surprised when you said I was "lovely" and
"beautiful".  It had never occurred to me.  I like silky shorts too, the
ones you bought me in Paris.'

   'You are beautiful, Kevin.  You are.  And especially in those shorts!'

   I just had to kiss the little darling, and as we embraced he slipped his
hand up my shirt to feel my nipples as he knew I love.

   'Were you afraid?'

   'A bit, but excited too.  I really wanted it, you know.'

   'I was the same, Rupert, a bit afraid but horny all the same that first
time.'

   We kissed again and he undid my belt as we hugged each other, sliding
his hand down to hold my cock through the cotton of my boxers.

   'What did he do?  I mean he could hardly have said "Rupert, I really
fancy you.  Take them shorts off..." could he?'

   'I'll never forget!  First he slipped a hand up my leg, up the inside of
my shorts.  I was wearing a box-protector of course so he couldn't feel me
properly, but he stroked what he could reach, and then he took my hand and
placed it over his bulge.  I could feel his cock and mine was certainly
stiff too.'

   'I'll bet!  It is now.  Let me undress you and we'll play a bit while
you tell me.'

   Kevin lay with his head in my lap, licking my balls and cock while I
chatted on: I opened my legs as wide as I could so his tongue could play
over everything.

   'He just pulled his shorts down and I saw a man's erect cock for the
first time...  I'll never forget that moment, as my heart really leaped.'

   'I know.....'

   'He stood there jerking his fist slowly up and down and then said in
that low, sexy voice, "You too, Rupert".  So I slipped my shorts off and
threw the box off onto the floor.  My little cock was almost painfully
hard, and I wanked it slowly, like him.  Then I was amazed when this big,
beefy, macho man knelt in front of me and took my cock in his mouth.  It
was electric in its effect, so exciting and so wonderfully warm, wet and
sexy.  I remember holding his head between my palms, my hands in his spiky
crew-cut hair, and watching the muscles in his arms and shoulders as he
sucked and licked, mostly my cock, but my balls as well.  I tried to pull
away when I felt myself coming, but he held me even tighter, sucked even
faster, and swallowed everything.'

   'He stood up and lifted me off the ground so he could kiss me, and I
tasted my cum on his lips....'

   'You knew the taste of cum then, Rupert?'

   'Of course.  I bet you tasted your cum before you met me, Kevin?'

   'You bet!  Was that it, then?'

   'No.  I asked him what I could do for him, expecting he would ask me to
jerk him off, perhaps suck him if I was lucky.  But he told me to kneel
down over the leather bench and I realised what he wanted.  I was really
afraid now, but excited, and would you believe it, my cock went hard again
as I knelt for him.'

   'I'd believe that, and believe you were afraid too.  I was....'

   'Kiss me, darling boy!  He played with my arse a long time, rimming me,
finger fucking me, and finally he got his cock up me.  He used baby oil,
like we always do.'

   'Did it hurt?'

   'Oh yes!  But I made sure I did not cry out, and of course it got better
until just before he came I was enjoying it, and even wanking myself as he
fucked me.  He came in me, and seconds after I came again.  And that was
it. I got a lot of special coaching after that, and every lesson ended with
sex.  It went on like that for at least two years.'

   'You didn't get to actually fuck anyone then?'

   'That came later, much later.  It was not easy to find sex at that
school (not like some I've heard about), but when I was about sixteen I
found a boy about your age who let me fuck him.'

   'And you've liked boys ever since.....'

   'True.'

   'Would you like me to fuck you, Rupert?'

   'You want to, Kevin?'

   'I'd like to try it.'

   'I'll kneel down over the settee then: take the butt-plug out again:
lube me up a bit more....'

   I felt his fingers in my crease and heard that sexy little giggle as his
index finger slid into me.  Then a short pause, fumbling hands on my
buttocks and the feel of his cock pushing....too high up!  I moved my arse
down an inch and pushed it out more towards him.  That was right and his
cock slipped easily in.  I had not had a cock up my arse for over a year,
but he was small and I guess the butt-plug had opened me, so it could move
very freely, and a good thing too, because in an instant he was fucking me
with all the vigour and enthusiasm of a teenage boy!

   For Kevin it was mind-blowing, but all he could think was "I'm doing it!
Finally I'm doing it!  I'm fucking!" and it was over almost before he had
begun, spurting his young seed into that muscular, hairy bum.

   Afterwards, the boy pulled his cock out, and amazingly just lay down on
the carpet fast asleep.  I sat looking at him a long while, soaking up that
picture of sex-on-legs, so tanned and lithe, and with such a happy smile on
his lips.  I had a raging hard-on and was tempted to jerk off, but decided
to save it for the real thing later with my teenage lover.  Finally I went
to the bedroom and brought a sheet out to cover the lad and make sure there
was no chill.

   I logged into the laptop and checked my mail, where there was nothing
interesting, so I looked at the weather forecast.  We were in for three
days of late summer, with plenty of sun and unseasonably high temperatures.
Beach!  We were a long way from the sea, but only a morning's drive really,
on good roads.  I logged into a gay info and dating site and had a search
around.  On the Atlantic coast there were several gay-cruising beaches, but
the quietest and most discrete for a man with a clearly under-age boy was
about twenty miles from the popular resort of Les Sables d'Olonne.  We
would be able to buy a couple of mats (the beach was sandy), and perhaps a
windshield to hide behind for sex.  I noted down the directions for parking
and the beach access, and then studied the route to the coast, before going
to bed leaving the boy on the floor.

   But as an afterthought I realised the Atlantic Coast would not be much
fun once the few days of late-late summer passed so I emailed my old buddy
Marcel, near Nice.  I had known Marcel since we were both young men,
meeting when both were temporarily diplomats.  Like me, Marcel was a career
soldier, but like me he too had been wounded and was serving out his
convalescence attached to an embassy in the Middle East.  The Brit and the
Frenchman took to each other and used to go out on the town drinking and
whoring together.  One drunken night we admitted to each other an interest
in young boys, and after that first night it became a habit to book a cheap
hotel room, find one or sometimes two pretty street-boys, take them back to
the hotel, clean them up, and enjoy their little cocks and bottoms.  I told
Marcel we would be on the Cote d'Azur in a few days time and would like to
introduce my old buddy to a travelling companion.  I said no more about
Kevin, but attached a pic of the two of us sun-bathing outside the rig, in
our tight scarlet speedos.  That would put lead in Marcel's pencil!

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

   So in the morning it was quick sex...just the sucking off the boy needed
every morning....a quick breakfast and on the road again.

   We arrived on the Atlantic coast with time to shop for beach gear, but
it was mid-morning the next day before we parked the little car in the
sandy lot and set off through the dunes.

   There were already lots of couples and families on the beach nearest to
the car-park and we threaded our way through them heading for the nudist
and then the gay sections well over a mile up the beach.  I had a rucksack,
and Kevin carried the rush-mats and a football: if you wanted to fuck on a
sandy beach experience suggested mats were good to keep sand out of the
lube!  We wore matching white speedos, and lots of heads turned as we
passed.  I imagined the women were looking at me, but many of the men would
be drooling over the boy's sexy good-looks.  When we got to the nudist
section....still mixed but with a preponderance of males already....  we
paused and removed our speedos.  Kevin started to dribble the football
along as we strolled.

   'Not so far now, Kevin, according to the website.  We'll know we're
there when it's all male.  May even be some sex going on in full view.'

   'I like this.  I mean walking naked.'

   'You look good, Kevin.' He certainly did with his pretty little cock and
balls and tiny triangle of fine black hair.  Sometimes I let him get a bit
ahead so I could look at his cute butt.'

   'You do too, Rupert.  I think we're on the gay bit now.'

   He was probably right.  No more women, and the naked guys were not just
peeping discretely out of the corner of the eye, but were actually sitting
up and perving him.

   'The guys back there on the mixed beach were better looking than these
poor old bastards!'

   He was right.  They were a sorry and decrepit crowd.

   'Probably better further along.  Probably they didn't want to walk any
further'.

   And, indeed, the bodies did get fitter as we moved along the beach,
including a few really sexy guys.  I chose a spot where there were a few
good-looking about and we hammered in our so-called "Wind-break".  It was
high enough to give cover for any sex.

   It was a great place...sun, sand, the sea crashing with Atlantic
rollers. Kevin and I played with the football, kicking it to each other,
and Kevin showing off his skills at keepy-uppy.  Lots of male eyes were
turned in our direction, and I saw one pair of binoculars, doubtless
focussed on the boy's hairless shaft and arse.  After a bit we lay down and
opened a couple of bottles of coke.

   The good-looking couple about twenty yards away immediately got up and
wandered over to us, standing looking down and making banal comments about
the weather, the sea etc.  We introduced each other.  The one who did most
of the talking was called Serge, and he was clearly a guy who went to the
gym: muscular, even to having a real six-pack, hairy with plenty on his
back and bum as well as the forest on his chest and belly.  He was about
half-hard, and I realised it was Kevin having that effect on him.  His
friend, Pierre, was an inch or two taller, slender and almost willowy. 
Like his buddy he was tanned all over, but while Serge was black-haired and
latino, Pierre was a blonde.  He was also completely waxed...no body hair
at all.  looking at the couple you could guess (accurately as it turned
out) who was top and who bottom.  I found myself fancying Pierre who had a
cute little bum and an almost boyish shy smile.

   'What's he saying, Rupert?'

   'He think's you're very handsome, Kevin.'

   'Tell him I fancy him too!'

   Serge was stiff now, a nice cock, straight and about average size.  Now
it was hard the foreskin was back.  Pierre was still limp, and I could see
his cut cock was likely to be quite big when it became erect.  He knew I
was looking at his arse and cock, knew that I fancied him.

   I suggested we go out of the wind.  There was almost no breeze, so they
both knew what I meant.

   As we lay down, it was me beside Pierre, Kevin alongside Serge.  That's
the great thing about casual gay sex: you don't really need the
preliminaries you always get involved in when looking to shag a girl, even
a very young one.  All four of us were straight down to kissing and
caressing.  Serge must have thought it was Christmas, finding such a cute,
willing, and above all such a young lad!

   Pierre kissed with great passion, his tongue right into my mouth, and I
lost myself in our embrace, writhing, caressing, feeling bodies and cocks,
and when we came up for air for a second I saw Serge was plugged into
Kevin's cock, trying to suck his boy-juice from him.

   I could fancy a bit of that, too, and switched round so Pierre and I
were into a lovely sixty nine, and I was right: hard, his cock was quite
large, with a foreskin that almost disappeared.  He was tickling my balls
with his fingers and bobbing up and down on my cock.  I reciprocated.

   Then I heard Kevin.  I concentrated as he repeated what I had only
half-heard.

   'Tell him he can fuck me if he wants, Rupert.'

   The condoms and lube were in a paper bag in a rolled up towel.  I
spilled them out onto the grass mat between us.

   'Serge!  He says he wants you to fuck him!'

   Serge muttered something in French, an oath I guess, but was on his
knees instantly and tearing open the foil.  Pierre watched and giggled as
his partner pulled the latex down over his knob and rolled it down the
shaft.  He pumped a squirt of lube and spread it over his cock: now some on
his fingers and into Kevin's arse-crease, who was kneeling and wriggling
his bum like a bitch in heat!  The cock twitch in anticipation as he
grasped the boy, a hand on each hip, and pulled him back onto his cock.  He
made no concession to the youth or tightness of the boy, but pushed it in
and slid the full length until his hairy thighs met those slender buttocks.

   'Tell him to use more lube, Rupert!'

   I squirted some on Serge's cock as he withdrew it for the first time,
and another squirt as he forced it in again.  It was sliding easier now: of
course we could not use our favourite baby oil with condoms as they say it
rots them quick and they break.  Anyway, Kevin seemed happy now, and was
wanking himself as Serge shafted him.

   My turn now, I thought, and I whispered in Pierre's ear, 'I want to fuck
you...'

   'Oh yes!' And he rolled over onto his back, lifting his legs and bending
so his waxed, hairless anus was exposed.  I slipped a rubber over my cock,
greased myself, and stuck a lubed finger into that welcoming hole.  'Now!
Fuck me!'

   He was a good fuck, jerking at his cock, his legs over my shoulders,
looking me in the eye as I shagged him.

   For fully five minutes Kevin had thought of nothing but the power of
those thighs and the cock ramming into his little-boy pussy, but the sounds
and movements beside him made him cocncentrate for a moment on Rupert and
Pierre.  That looked good, very good, the slender young man laying on his
back with Rupert ploughing him.  Kevin decided he would like it that way
for a change.  He had no French so he just moved forward so Serge's cock
slipped out.  Serge grunted what sounded like an oath and made a grab for
the boy, but he was lithe enough, and Serge's hands slippery enough with
lube, for him to wriggle free and lay on his back legs wide open.  as he
raised his knees exposing his now gaping anus Serge realised what the boy
wanted and was only too eager to give it to him, grasping those smooth
thighs and slipping them over his muscular shoulders.  His cock found its
way into the boy with no help or guidance from his hands.  Kevin moaned his
pleasure....  that cock felt even bigger in this position and he could see
the man's balls as they slapped against him with each thrust.

   Kevin also found it was easier to masturbate his own cock in this
position than kneeling.  He could use either hand, both slippery with lube
by now, or one hand and pull at his own balls with the other.  He looked
sideways a moment and saw Pierre was doing exactly the same.  Yes this
position was good, and he could see Serge's face as the heavy man fucked
him, getting redder with the effort, and his face beginning to contort with
the pleasure.

   Kevin felt his cum rising, and reached to tweak Serge's hairy nipple,
rolling it between finger and thumb: his still thin and boyish cum spurted
once onto the man's chest, and he watched the expression, almost of pain
but certainly of pleasure that filled the guy's face as he came, pumping
his juice into the boy's rectum.

   I was having difficulty holding back from cumming, particularly as
Pierre had learned the trick of sometimes gripping and sometimes releasing
my cock with the muscles of his anal sphincter.  This was very sexy, very
intense.  I was saved by his cumming!  He saw my Kevin shoot, and the sight
of a pretty young lad being fucked to the complete pleasure of an orgasm
was enough to make himself shoot, not a single spurt, but four jets,
hitting my chest and shoulder as I fucked, and almost at the same moment
unloaded into him.

   We cleaned up, condoms, tissues and wrappers into a plastic
bag...destined for the bins in the car park, and then had a dip in the sea,
which was no use for swimming as the water was too shallow, and beyond that
the surf too high for us.  We kicked the football around, and then our two
fleeting contacts had to go back.  And, no, we could not meet again this
week as they had a very full filming schedule.  I jotted down their email
addresses, but have never in fact contacted them again....  ships that pass
in the night!

   We spent the next day at the beach too: it was still sunny and warm out
of the wind, which also was blowing up particles of the fine white sand
stinging legs and bums as we walked along.  The widshield was needed not
only for privacy that second day.

   It was used for privacy as well in fact, because while I lay down in the
lee of the wind, my bold boy wandered a few yards along the beach and
chatted with a guy who was laying naked on the sand.  I could hear them
talk, and it was clear this guy was an American....surely unusual on a
French seaside?  He was good looking though, in that muscular but boney way
that his nation have, rangy and tough looking.  Kevin invited him over to
lay in the sun out of the wind, and they both joined me in my little
sanctuary.

   It was good to watch them as they sucked each other in a passionate
sixty nine, arms and legs entwined.  Better still was to here my protege
whisper in Zack's ear that he would like to be fucked.  I enjoyed putting
the condom on Zack's cock, long and lean like the man himself, and lubing
it.  Kevin lubed his own bottom and knelt.  The American was cautious,
aware perhaps that the boy was very young and would be tight, but as he
pressed his knob against Kevin's hole he could see the boy pushing his
little-boy buttocks out to meet it, so he pushed hard and was in.

   I was hard by now, very hard!

   And this was something new, a further stage in Kevin's education as I
held his head and pushed my cock between his lips.  He was spit-roasted for
the first time in his young life, but not the last!  Anyway I came first of
the three and most went into Kevin's mouth, though some dribbled down his
chin.  I watched while Zack fucked faster and faster until he too was
coming, and Kevin too, spunking onto the grass mat.

   Zack was not a repeater, and I am certainly not (unless I've taken
viagra or cialis), so that was that for the day, though it was pleasant
laying there naked in the sun chatting.  Zack, too, was in the film company
but was a representative of the people who had financed it, over for a few
days to check on progress.

   On the way back as we left the gay section we passed a small family
group...  at least I assumed it was father, mother and daughter.  They were
nudists, and worth looking at.  We passed close enough to say good day.  A
few paces on Kevin broke the silence we had observed trudging along
suffering a bit from the wind-blown sand.

   'She was pretty good!'

   'You fancied her Kevin?  I guess you like them young, like me!' The
daughter was stunning, just on the cusp of womanhood, no longer a child but
not yet adult, with that almost boyish little bottom, but lovely firm
little breasts.  A blonde pony-tail too!

   'I meant the mother, though the girl was ok.  Did you see her tits? 
Lovely.  And a beautiful round, bum.  That guy's lucky!

   The woman was an older version of the daughter, tits larger but still
shapely, and an adult-woman figure with broader hips and a more opulent
bottom.  You could see she was a natural blonde, unless she dyed her trim
and tidy cunt-hair!  The guy was pretty good too!

   I stored Kevin's comment up for future use.  One day soon we would have
to find him some female pussy, and now I knew he would go for the more
mature woman, probably the mother he never really had.

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

   That evening my old army friend had replied to my email.  I could rely
on Marcel not to let me down, and sure enough he invited both of us to call
in on him, have a meal and recall old pleasures.  There was a telephone
number and his address, and also a picture of him standing outside his
stylish villa, his arm around a very pretty little black boy.  Both were
wearing matching lemon yellow speedos, and both were incredibly sexy.  I
showed it to Kevin, and he was instantly eager to get to Nice!

   We left the rig in a camping site about ten miles out of town, and
followed Marcel's directions up to his villa, one of about a dozen
magnificent houses with views over the city to the sea.  The wrought iron
gates opened for us and we drove our little blue car in, to be greeted by
an immaculate guy in a smart chauffeur's uniform....even tight leather
driving gloves, despite the early autumn sunshine.

   'You are expected sir.' He waved us towards the marble steps leading to
a classical portico.  I detected a slight German accent, and I swear he
actually clicked his heels when he saluted us.  Marcel always was a
stickler for military discipline.

   'He must be wealthy!  This is a palace!' Kevin's eyes were wide in
wonder.

   'He seems to be doing well.' I did not add that Marcel had become rich
the same day as I did, two other military colleagues and our "banker"
Alhasan.  The least said about the source of our sudden wealth the better!

   As we got to the top of the white steps, the door opened and there was
the little black boy to greet us.  He was even sexier in the flesh than he
had been in his photo: slightly more muscular than my Kevin, but still with
the long, fine legs of a boy, and narrow hips, shown off by silk shorts,
skin-tight and at least as sexy as the ones Kevin sometimes wore.  His
bottom jutted out more, though, and I was reminded of African boys I had
known with that same sexy feature, seeming to invite penetration.  His
cotton t-shirt was tight as well, and I swear I could see his pretty
nipples through it.  My cock was twitching already: His wasn't!  I could
see its shape clearly outlined in the yellow silk!

   'I'm Sullifu, Monsieur Marcel's boy.  I am learning English from him and
Igor.  Monsieur Marcel is waiting by the pool.'

   I had not seen Marcel for nearly four years and our greeting was warm:
he shook hands with Kevin, but we embraced and kissed.

   Dinner was fixed for seven o'clock, and Marcel had sent out for a
caterer.

   'Igor, the chauffeur, and his boyfriend who does the cleaning and
laundry, can cook a nice meal but tonight I thought something good and
simple would be best, and a couple of surprises.'

   I was disappointed that Sullifu soon left us.

   'Don't worry.  He'll be back before dinner.'

   And he was after about an hour, transformed into a pretty teenage girl.
He was a vision in a white, off-the shoulder satin mini-dress, showing the
length of his legs in white stockings, and trim, sexy ankles in silver
high-heeled strappy sandals.  The lipstick made his full lips so very
kissable, and his nail varnish matched.  Black, silky hair flowed down to
his naked shoulders.  He was everything an old bisexual like me could
desire, a sexy young girl but a lovely cock and balls beneath the finery!

   She giggled when I complimented her, and I could see Kevin's eyes wide
open in astonishment.  There was something more than lust in my boy's
expression...  admiration, perhaps, even an unspoken question.  Her name
was Sisi.

   Any way, Marcel looked at his watch, and we went to a room where a table
had been laid for four.  And here was the second surprise as the first
course, just simple sliced smoked salmon, was brought in by two delightful
little Arab boys, brown-skinned and lithe, with tight curly hair and white
teeth that showed as they grinned.  Happy little fellows!  They were both
dressed the same....  bare feet, bare chests, and pink satin shorts.  Sex
on wheels, I thought!  I noticed Marcel was feeling one of them up as he
was being served, so I thought I would have some of this too and slipped my
hand up inside the leg of my waiter's shorts.  He was naked beneath them,
and had hairless little balls and a hairless little cock.  Lovely!  He
grinned as I groped him, but made no comment.

   The wine was a good Chablis, and Sisi and Kevin both enjoyed a few
glasses, more than Marcel and I had in fact.  The main course was lobster
in a heavy sauce, and the meal ended with a lemon sorbet.  Marcel led us
back to his main sitting room where the two men had a glass of malt whisky
each and the boy and tranny drank orange brandy.  I sat on a small sofa
with Sisi, Marcel opposite with Kevin.  The gap between us had a thick fur
rug, the reason for which was soon clear as the two Arab boys came in and
lay down on it.

   Marcel passed a small bowl with the familiar blue pills in it.  All four
of us swallowed one.

   'Marcel commented in explanation, 'For myself I intend this to be a long
evening and viagra certainly helps.'

   If you have read this far you will not be at all surprised that the
image of two teenage boys, naked and pretty, discovering male sex together,
that idea often figured in my masturbatory fantasies.  Many years ago I had
been one of those boys, but I had not watched that (of course!): all my
life I have sought out teenagers of both sex for pleasure, but never two
had at once.  I've seen film of such things, but that is not the same. 
Also, I had my arm round a convincing teenage transvestite, who was herself
taking an active interest in the writhing and hugging a couple of feet in
front of us.  I could have reached down and touched them, but did not,
content to enjoy the sexy action as a voyeur.

   The two boys were still wearing their sexy little shorts, masculine in
their cut with fairly wide legs, but very short: feminine in their pastel
pink colour and in the shiny satin fabric.  As I watched one of them
slipped a slender brown hand up his partner's smooth brown thigh, up into
the leg of the shorts.  The moment he gripped either cock or balls (I could
not be sure which) was marked by a giggle from his friend and an even more
passionate hug and kiss.  The action reminded me that I may have been
hypnotised by this dvd-made-real, but I was in fact sitting next to a
really pretty teenage tv.  I slipped my free hand up under the hem of her
white silk dress, and rested it on her stockinged thigh.  She turned and
offered her lips for me to kiss, and as we embraced I slid my hand up her
thigh to the stocking top and on then to even silkier naked flesh.  As our
tongues met, probing mouths, I felt for her cock and found it standing.

   By the time we came round from our passionate embrace the two boys were
naked, and laying side-by-side enjoying a sixty nine, full of caressing
hands and writhing bodies, mouths bobbing up and down and noisy slurping
sounds.  I looked across the room and saw that Kevin was watching the show
closely, but that Marcel was concentrating on sucking my boy's cock that
was sticking out of his flies.

   I felt for Sisi's breasts through the silk.  I knew they were silicon
but they felt real, even to having erect nipples.

   'They are breast forms.  One day I'll grow real ones.  I want to be a
transexual full time when I get the chance.  Work in a good club and make
lots of money, lots of fun.'

   'They feel real, Sisi.  I'm sure you'll have a great career.'

   'I'm too young for the treatment for another three years, so it has to
be pretend.  A lot of guys like it though, Marcel and his friends.'

   'I bet they do.'

   By the time we had watched these pretty young lads for about twenty
minutes, watched them suck, edging but not coming, and then watching each
fuck the other, kneeling, riding, missionary, laying on their sides, and
finally one coming in his mates arse while his friend squirted cum over the
furry mat, all four of us were well worked up.

   Marcel dismissed the boys, who left the room walking backwards as if we
were royalty...  odd that!  He told us they would be well paid and that
Igor would see to it, "Though he and Vladimir may well feel like having
them first.  He's entitled to if he feels like a bit of teen flesh! 
Speaking of which, old friend, if you can stay the night I suggest Sisi
entertains you in the guest bedroom, while I look after young Kevin.  What
do you think?'

   I answered it seemed a great idea, but he ought to ask Kevin.

   'I already have.  He's as eager as I am, if that's possible.'

   'Marcel, condoms for fucking!'

   'Of course: Sullifu has some for you too.  But not for sucking.  Ok?'

   So that was arranged.

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

   Sisi held my hand in hers as she showed me into the guest bedroom.  It
was spacious with high celings and a white marble floor with fur rugs,
probably reindeer skin, scattered about.  The room was pleasantly warm, and
I guessed there was an underfloor heating system.  The room was dominated
by a huge mirror behind the bed-head, and another in the ceiling over the
double bed, which was covered with a red satin sheet.  On the wall opposite
the mirror was a full length oil painting of a naked guy, fit and muscled
and latino complexioned, with a protective or perhaps possessive arm round
the shoulders of a young boy, perhaps thirteen but no more, slender,
blonde, and looking up at the guy with longing in his eyes.  Both figures
had hard cocks, the one massive and veiny, the other small and pretty. 
Discretely along one wall were the implements of fetishism and bondage, in
tidy rows on the wall whips, lashes, manacles, coiled ropes and so on, and
standing free beside them a St Andrew's cross in wood, with leather straps
and a long, low bench covered in red leather, again with steel rings and
straps.Several hooks and strange contraptions hung from the ceiling.  All
in all a room for pleasures of all types, and worthy of the very best
Neapolitan brothels!

   Sisi caught my glance at the S & M gear and laughed.  'Some of Marcel's
friends are into that stuff.  Are you?  I don't mind.'

   'Not my scene, sweetie.  Or at least not tonight.'

   'Good.  Do you want me to undress?'

   'Just the dress, darling.'

   'Unzip me, Rupert.'

   She turned her back to me and I undid the little silver clasp at her
neck, planting a kiss there as I did, and pulled the long zip down to her
waist.  The dress fell in a pool of white silk round her ankles.  I put my
arms around her and held her by the satin of her silicon tits; the breast
forms felt nearly real.  Her back was flawless ebony, with just that
dazzling white bra strap across it for contrast.  I kissed her in the small
of her back and smelled the perfume that I had hardly been aware of before
so subtle was it.  She giggled and turned round, stepping free of the
dress.

   'You like?'

   'I like.  You're very lovely, Sisi.'

   'And you are very handsome, Rupert.'

   She dropped to her knees and nuzzled my trouser-front, where my erection
was very evident.  Her hands were feeling the muscles of my bum.  I was
glad she was wearing non-smear lipstick!

   'You've a good body, Rupert.  Let me see!' Skilled hands udid the buckle
on my belt and pulled the zip down.  Now it was my clothes on the floor
round my ankles, and she was nuzzling my cock through just one layer of
thin cotton.  I groaned.

   'Naked!' she said, and was pulling my shoes and socks off so I could
step out of the debris of my respectability.  Now, slowly, so slowly as if
savouring the moment, she pulled my white boxer shorts down.  'Oh yes!  Oh
yes!  I knew it would be good.  Lovely!'

   I groaned again as her lips closed round my knob, and she weighed my
balls with one small hand.  I slipped my hand beneath her raven hair and
stroked her neck as she sucked me, looking upwards into my eyes with an
expression that spoke of her pleasure.  I caressed her shouders,
fine-skinned and still those of a child.  The white of her stockings
contrasted with the ebony of her skin and I can see her still in my mind's
eye.

   I did not want to cum....  not yet!  I pulled my shirt off, up and over
my head.  Now I really was naked.

   I lifted her to her feet, slipped an arm under her and took her whole
weight, slight though that was, carrying her the three or four paces to the
great scarlet bed, and placing her gently on it before laying down beside
her.  She reached immediately for my cock, grasping it rather tight.  We
lay there kissing, her both hands between us one holding my cock the other
combing my chest hair while I was content to fondle her bottom through the
shiny satin of her panties.  I could feel her cock pressed hard against my
belly and was promising myself a taste of it very soon.

   'I love the feel of your bottom through your panties, my little
darling.'

   I slipped my hand down the waist of them and felt the just-as-silky
texture of her naked skin.

   'That's nice.  Pull then down, Rupert, and feel me properly.

   Slowly, so slowly, just as she had removed my plain, masculine boxers, I
pulled her very feminine satin and lace over her thighs and ankles.  I
leaned over her and took her little, purple knob between my lips.  She
sighed and raised her hips slightly so the shaft slid into my mouth till my
nose rested on the little triangle of crispy black curls.  I held her balls
easily in one hand, hairless little eggs in a tight little-boy sack.  She
was laying back, eyes closed, a smile on her lips while I sucked, moving my
head up and down slowly and langourously still.  Then she opened her eyes.

   'I'll cum if you do that...'

   I made no answer, but sucked even harder and faster, feeling her narrow
hips bucking and twisting under my hands.  She was looking at me now with
that expression that says pleasure and admiration, so flattering to the
male.  It would not be long now!  I stroked her balls, and pulled at the
skin, stretching it.  That did it!  I felt the stream of thin boy-juice in
my mouth, just one spurt but bubbling and warm.  I swallowed and let the
cock rest there unmoving while it twitched with her last oozings.  She was
still hard....  the viagra I assumed.  Good!

   'Are you going to fuck me, Rupert?'

   'Kneel for me then....'

   'There's condoms and lube in the side-table drawer...'

   Her little-boy bottom was framed shining black by the two dazzling white
strips of her suspender belt as I parted her buttocks.  Her little
male-pussy was puckered and darker than the surrounding arse-crease, also
hairless and smooth; it was beautiful and I wanted to kiss it.  I leaned
forward, kneeling too, and buried my nose and mouth between her
arse-cheeks, my tongue finding out her hole, which was still closed tight.
Her bottom was more rounded than Kevin's, almost that of a young girl, and
like many black boys I have had in my long and disreputable life it jutted
out more than his.  Sexy!  I penetrated with my tongue and was rewarded by
a sigh of pleasure and a provocative wriggle of the hips as she leaned
backwards to gain an extra half-inch of pleasure.  I licked in and out and
round the rim, holding her by her hips, my hands underneath the suspender
straps.  Her anus relaxed and opened for me, something you only find in
boys who have had a lot of anal sex and have come to really enjoy it.  I
snapped a suspender strap against her thigh and announced I was ready.

   'I'll fuck you now, sweetie....'

   I chose a condom, opened the packet and rolled it on, a matter of
seconds only.  A squirt of lube in her crack, another on my knob, one hand
to spread it on me, one to spread it into her, kneeling again, grasping
hips and spreading buttocks, placing knob, pushing, and I was in.  Heaven!

   It was years since I had enjoyed sex with a tranny; my military career
had taken me to North Africa....Egypt, Tunisia, Morocco....  where they
have always appreciated ladyboys, though sadly not to Thailand or Brazil
where the very best are found.  But the Arab boys made convincing little
girls, and their elders and betters were keen enough to import European
drag-queens to entertain them: in bed as well as on stage.  From behind
this was a boy, except for her long black wig and the white of her bra
strap.  Boy or girl, I did not mind.  Her arse jutted deliciously full and
round, and her arsehole was beautifully tight and well-able to grip my cock
when the boy felt like contracting it.  So a good time was had by both of
us, me coming before Sisi, but finishing her off in my mouth and swallowing
a surprising load of cum, surprisingly creamy and sikly too for one so
young.

   We showered together, and he asked me whether I would like him to sleep
with me as a boy or a gir.  I said as a boy, but with one of his sexy
nighties on.

   We had one more session in the middle of the night when he woke me up
sucking my cock, and another in the morning before he dressed, as a boy
again, and left for his morning duties.

   So much happened the next day that I hardly had a chance to ask Kevin
how his night had been.  But he was keen to see Marcus again so it must
have been satisfactorty....



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

   Breakfast was leisurely, on the verandah in the early sun.  All four of
us were in a good mood, with Sullifu eating at the table with us, but also
serving the coffee etc.  If Marcus and myself were a bit more subdued than
the excited and exuberant boys (for Sullifu was male again!) then that was
to be expected: we older guys had after all been shagging all night,
thrusting athetically into those cute little bottoms.  The boys had mostly
lain back and passively enjoyed being fucked and sucked.

   I joined Marcus in a glass of cognac with my black coffee, while the
boys dug into a heap of croissants and a pat of butter.  They drank proper
morning coffee with cream.  Marcus had just asked how we meant to spend the
day when a little red sports car came up the drive and stopped.  There were
two blondes in the two-seater.

   'That's lucky.  I'll be able to introduce you to my neighbour and her
equally lovely daughter.'

   They were a bit special.  You could see the girl was the daughter of La
Marquise (for that is how she was inroduced, "La Marquise de Platamagia,
and Elfine").  Both were blonde, and both had perfect figures.  Both were
tanned, both wore short skirts.....Elfine's scarcely more than a pelmet
covering her crotch.

   'My apologies, Marcus.  I would not have called had I known you had
company.'

   'Not at all, my dear.  I am so glad to introduce you to one of my oldest
friends, and his delightful young travelling companion.'

   I chipped in, 'Yes, inded Madame la Marquise.  It is a delight to meet
you and your so lovely daughter.'

   'Marie-Claire, please.  So you two were friends in the old, younger
days?'

   'Yes, indeed.  we worked and played together.  Inseparable.....'

   'Hunted in pairs I suppose.  and I can guess what you were hunting in
those colonial days.  Boys and girls?  am I right?'

   'Really.  I hardly....' I was stuttering and floundering, because we did
indeed devote much of our leisure time to buying or seducing teenage boys
and girls!

   She laughed.  'That's all right.  I well know Marcus' tastes, and that
he certainly has room in his enthusiasms for teeneage beauty.  Just ask
Elfine!'

   'And for your beauty too, my dear.  And you're not immune to the charms
and eagerness of teenage boys and girls, that I know too.'

   Elfine was sitting beside me, and I felt her hand on my naked thigh (I
was in shorts), and then resting lightly on my crotch.  Her shoulders were
bare and tanned, and I was sure she wore no bra under that so-thin
wild-silk top, stretched tight across her breasts and leaving her lovely
tanned belly and navel naked to my gaze.  My cock stiffened, and she
giggled as she squeezed it and the let go.  Her hand returned chastely to
the table-top.

   Kevin was silent.  Just looking at La Marquise, as if hypnotised by her
fuller bosom.  She was well aware of the effect she was having on the lad,
and fluttered her eyelids at him!

   'Elfine and I have to go to the gym and then the hairdresser, but if you
would like to bring your handsome young friend to supper at my villa this
evening, Elfine and I would be so pleased.  Sadly my husband is in New
York: he's a banker and often has to spend weeks away.  it gets rather'....
'rather lonely for us here when he's away, and we love company.  Male
company best of course.'

   I murmured how delighted we would be, and we were given times and
directions before the two left in their Porsche.

   Sullifu and Kevin went off to look at something or other, and Marcus and
I had another cognac.

   'I should take some viagra if I were you.....you'll need it. 
Marie-Claire will want Kevin, but Elfine likes strong father-figures, and
she's insatiable.  I don't mean she doesn't cum!  God no!  Over and over
again she cums, always wanting more.  Like her mother in fact.  She's still
only 14 but she's been fucking and sucking for more than three years, to my
knowledge.'

   'Sounds good.'

   'It is, old friend, it is.

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

   I expected to do some sight-seeing round Nice, but Kevin had other
ideas.

   He was quiet for a few minutes in the car and I did not interrupt his
thoughts.  He was like this sometimes and it was usually worth waiting for
the results.

   'Sullifu showed me his room: Marcus has bought him some lovely lingerie
and dresses, and rows of sexy shoes.'

   'I expect Marcus enjoys him as Sisi.  I know I did.'

   'He let me try on some stockings and a suspender belt, and some of his
shoes.  Hey!  I can walk ok in high heels.  Oh, and he lent me a blonde wig
and put some lipstick on me.  I reckon I looked ok, and I felt so horny
that I just had to fuck him.  I had him bent over his bed with his shorts
just pulled down.  I didn't take long!'

   'I should think you looked great, Kevin.  I'd like to have seen you.'

   'Would you buy me some stuff, Rupert?  Please, pretty please.  Sullifu
wrote down for me the places he goes to.  There's a boutique called
Papillon which is just for transvestites, and you can get wigs there, and
they also do a transformation where they dress you in clothes you've bought
from them, and show you how to do make-up.  And he's made a list of where
he goes to buy underwear, dresses, and stuff, shoes, all of it......'

   'We'll go shopping for you tomorrow, Kevin, dress you up and then I'll
fuck you.'

   'Thank you, Rupert.  Thank you.  You're so nice to me.  I'm going to
need a fem name.'

   'How about Fiona?  Or Alice?'

   'I like Alice.  I'll be Alice.'

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

   We had showered, shaved, dressed smart-casual and taken our viagra just
before arriving outside the villa on the dot of seven.

   An American butler in his tuxedo showed us in, through the house, and
out onto a terrace where the two were sitting drinking from tall glasses.
La Marquise was smoking a slender black cigar.  I sat in the chair beside
Elfine, Kevin beside Marie-Claire.  A maid-servant, uniformed as if it was
1930, served us with the champagne.

   'We thought it would be pleasant to have a buffet set out so that we can
come and eat as the whim takes us through the evening.'

   'A charming idea....'

   Mother and daughter were dressed provocatively....  a judge might well
have considered they were "asking for it".  Both had light summer dresses,
and both were showing a lot of leg, Elfine smooth and tanned, her mother
long-legged and in glossy tan stockings, the ones with seams and the cuban
heel.  And both showed a lot of cleavage when they leaned forward.

   There was no question of hiding our hands beneath the patio table as it
had a glass top and Elfine quite openly reached across to grope my cock. 
Needless to say I was instantly hard.  I could see a tent in Kevin's
trousers too, though his partner for the evening was (temporarily) more
demure.  I reciprocated resting my open hand on the naked flesh at the top
of her stocking.

   The conversation soon became openly sexual and Marie-Claire made it very
clear what they wanted from us two guys, and lots of it.

   Holding hands in pairs we went back into the house, through the main
room, and into a smaller room, still large by most standards and with open
french-windows giving the most magnificent view of the town below, the
beach and the sea.  There was more wine in an ice-bucket and all sorts of
little bites.  The centre-piece of the table was a tall glass sculpture....
of an erect penis!  Even more interesting was the furniture: low couches
and benches, and lots of cushions spread on the polished floor.  Made for
sex!

   'Let's party!' Marie-Claire laughed, and unclipped her dress at the back
letting it fall to her ankles.  No bra, no panties, but a suspender belt
for those stockings, and still her silver high heels.  While Kevin and I
struggled with shoes, socks, etc, Elfine was naked in a trice, and when she
kicked her shoes off she was completely naked.  She came over to me and
finished my work by pulling my shirt up and over my head.  Both naked, she
pressed her body against mine.

   'So galant!' she whispered, holding my cock as we kissed.  Her breasts
were perfect, so shapely and firm, small as I really like them (I am so
fond of teenagers) and as we embraced I could feel them against my chest.
Across the room Kevin and his squeeze were already laying entwined on a
couch.  Elfine and I collapsed gently onto scattered cushions.

   'You're good enough to eat, my sweet!'

   'Then eat me, Rupert.  I love that.' I picked her up bodily and kissed
her lips, then placing her on one of the couches.  I was more interested in
her other lips, after all....  Those and that pretty little triangle of
golden curls, trimmed and tidy like everything about the girl.  She opened
her legs showing me shaven lips and a little pearl of clitoris peeping out.
There was nothing mean or girlish about her cunt-lips, not your little-girl
tight-closed touch me nots!  No!  These were plump, swollen by the same
lust as I felt.  This girl had been awoken, probably years earlier, and was
ready I felt for anything, even a viagra-fueled dirty old man!  I buried my
head there and opened those pretty lips for my tongue and whole mouth to
enter.  As I penetrated her pussy with my tongue I felt her lips close
around my knob, warm and wet.

   'I've wanted to lick your clitty, Elfine, ever since I saw you in your
micro-mini skirt yesterday'.

   'Perhaps that why I wore it!  But don't talk, just eat me out!'

   I concentrated on the work, my hands holding her outer-lips wide apart
and my tongue making figure of eights aroung her clit, up and down her open
cunt.  Sometimes I penetrated with my tongue and soon I was gently shagging
her with two fingers while I nibbled her clitoris with my lips, pulling and
releasing.  She was welling her love-juice onto my face, as lavish and
generous at her teenage years as any thirty year old woman.  I almost
forgot how good her sucking on my cock was, how exciting her pulling at my
balls-sack and nibbling the front of my shaft.

   I could hear she was coming, and her legs closed on my head, trapping my
ears, near-smothering me in firm teenage flesh.  I could hear nothing now,
but she was bucking about, and the juices were flowing richly.

   I remembered what my old friend had said about the girl being a
serial-cummer despite her tender age and did not let up a jot as her orgasm
seemed to die away, still licking and sucking at her furiously, holding her
thigh in one hand and fonding her arse with the other.

   She was cumming again.  Now she had abandoned my cock, lost in her own
pleasures.

   Four times in quick succession she came, until...

   'No more!  That's enough.  And you sucked me so well that you can have
my bottom hole if you want.'

   'Your proper pussy, my angel.....'

   She laughed.  'I know what you like, Rupert, just by seeing you with
your pretty boy friend.  You like fucking in the arse, I betcha!'

   'You're right, of course, Elfine.  So I'll fuck you in the arse, but
only after I've had your pretty, your tight and vigorous pussy.....'

   Across the room, Marie-Claire was riding Kevin, he flat on his back on a
fur rug, she bouncing up and down on him.  He seemed to be enjoying the
feel of her tits, one in each hand, but his eyes closed in pleasure, and
probably trying to control his esxcitement.  I'd taught the boy that it is
as good to travel as to arrive!

   Meanwhile Elfine had arranged herself on the couch, laying on her back
one leg over the back of the sofa, the other over the edge foot resting on
the floor, her cunt wide open and inviting.  After all the sucking her cunt
lips were plump and shining with her juices, and the gash of her cunt was a
shocking red against the pink of those lips and the golden tan of her body.
She stretched her arms towards me in a gesture of invitation, eyes almost
glittering, a smile of sexy promise on her other lips.

   It was like dipping it in honey!  My cock entered her as easy as that,
but immediately I felt her vagina gripping me.  Her arms closed around my
back and she kissed me, mouth as wide open as her cunt had been!  Fucking
her was like having your cock in a jar of snakes, as she wriggled and
writhed, her cunt alternately gripping and releasing: I had almost
forgotten what it was like to shag a vigorous, athletic teenage girl.  My
main problem was not coming too quick.

   I need not have worried!  Elfine's cunt was alive, wakened by my sucking
and those orgasms I had provoked, and she was coming within a dozen of my
thrusts.  Now my problem was the pain as her finger nails raked my back in
her passion: at least that slowed me down a bit.  and she shouted as she
came, yells echoed by her mother across the room who was being given what
sounded like huge multiple orgasms by young Kevin.

   I raised myself on my elbows so I could look, and sure enough, Kevin was
up Marie Claire from behind, pounding away at her ample arse while she
clawed at her clitoris.  I propped myself on one elbow, still fucking hard,
while I fondled one of Elfine's lovely little breasts and especially the
hard little nipples.  This stopped when she lifted her legs and closed them
over my back, pulling me down onto her so I could feel those firm, almost
hard tits pressing into my chest.  She came again, and I promised myself
that the next time I would allow myself to as well.

   it was only moments as that orgasm gave way almost immediately to
another, panting, shouting, legs kicking, finger nails biting into the
flesh of my back, but above all her cunt gripping and pulsating around my
cock.  I came, deep and many spurts.

   She must have been watching my face, or perhaps she felt my cum:
whatever she gradually calmed down despite my cock staying hard, fuelled by
that teenage body.....  and viagra!

   'Now my bum, Mr Rupert.  Do me in the arse like you fuck your boy.'

   She knelt on the floor, her tits and face on the couch.  I love bums,
and this one still had enough boyishness to make my cock twitch.  It was
more rounded than Kevin's but had not yet the feminine broadness, that
widening of the hips that will come as the teenager becomes a grown woman.
So this was about my ideal of beauty and sexiness in a bottom, and I spread
the cheeks, an open palm on each.  to see her anus.  It was pretty, too! 
Pinky-brown and tight, little creases like the petals of a flower.  I just
had to, and I did: I bent forward and kissed it, a wet, lingering kiss, and
then the tip of my tongue into her.  She wriggled her hips provocatively.

   'That's nice, but I want you in me, in my arse, Rupert.'

   Well, she had to wait a bit more as I had not often had such a lovely
little bottom to rim, and I pressed my nose deeper into her crack so I
could win an extra half inch of penetration for my tongue.  She must have
really liked it, as she pressed her arse backwards, arching her back a bit,
so I could get deeper still.  As my tongue slipped in and out and round and
round, I could feel the muscles of her anus relax....

   'Where do you keep the lube.  my angel?'

   'I'm wet enough down there.  Just push it in.  Please....'

   I wiped my knob over her cunt, which was leaking my cum from earlier
mixed with her juices, and with a bit of spit on my fingers, my cock was
nice and slick, and it took only the slightest pressure for it to enter
her. She gave a little squeak but her fingers were already busily frigging
her clit underneath us, and I could feel her other hand handling my balls,
pulling at the sack.  I started with long, slow sweeps into her as I looked
at her narrow, almost boyish hips, flawless back, and shoulders that would
have been narrow on a teenage boy but were perfect on this young girl.  her
back was tanned and almost painfully sexy.

   'Faster!  Please!  Harder!'

   Well, that was clear enough and exactly what I wanted to hear as I
speeded up and gave her the full force of my body, those fingers clawing at
her clit almost desperately.  Without thinking I slapped her bum, my
part-open hand making a great clap.

   'Oh Yes!  Jeez yes!'

   She liked that, and was coming!  I slapped her agin, a bit harder this
time, and her bum smashed backwards into my forward thrust making almost as
much noise as my slap.  Her arse contracted on my cock as she came, but not
so that I could not move it.  I fucked on, and felt her hands on my balls,
one pulling at the sack, the other right underneath us, pressing and
rubbing on the hard place between my balls and my arsehole.  That made me
cum, though I did it silently as I usually do....no less intense I should
think for being less extrovert as it were.

   She hadn't done with me!

   'My turn now.  Does your bum-boy Kevin give you this?'

   The strap-on had been hidden under cushions: it was easy and quick for
her to put on as the straps around her thighs and waist were all velcro. 
Black straps, and a black, cock-shaped dildo, about the same size as a real
big proper cock I should think.

   'I'll need plenty of lube if you're to get that up me Elfine.'

   'In that jar over there....'

   It was a light, rose-scented oil, and I spread some on her dildo, and
also in my crease, taking the precaution of sliding two fingers into myself
quickly, to open it up.  I did not want a split, though I don't worry too
much about that if it happens.....

   'You've got a cute bum, Rupert.  I love a muscular man.' She slapped my
arse and kneaded one buttock, but then I felt the pressure of the dildo's
rubber knob on my arsehole, which had the usual effect as my cock twitched
in anticipation.  i guess that's what they call a conditioned reflex?  I
reached down to grasp my cock and found to my surprise I was leaking precum
onto the carpet...  surprise because I had already cum twice.

   Then it was in me and she was shagging.  I wondered if Kevin was
watching, and then did not care as the strap-on started to rub against my
p-spot.

   'Is that right, Rupert?'

   'Lovely.  Don't stop!  Jeez it's good.  Just like that....'

   'You men and your arses!'

   She was going at me really fast now, and I was wanking furiously.  I
felt the orgasm lurking somewhere between my arse and my balls when she
chose that moment to start spanking me, one slap each cheek in turn, timed
for the deepest penetration of each thrust.

   'Fuck!  I'm coming!  I'm coming, Elfine you angel.  Fuck, yes!'

   My fist was soaked in cum and I guess it was dripping everywhere as she
slowed down and finally stopped.

   She laughed.

   'I reckon you earned that one, monsieur....  But I've had enough for a
while.  Let's clean up in the shower.'

   But that was not quite the end as thanks to viagra and the marvellous
feel of her tits as I soaped them, I got yet another boner in the shower.

   'Talk about virile!'

   'It's your lovely body, sweetie, and the feel of your fingers round my
cock and balls...'

   'And your arse too, darling.  We can't leave you like that!'

   And she was on her knees in front of me as the water streamed down, my
knob in her mouth.

   I probably would not have been able to cum again if she had not pushed
two fingers up my arse as she sucked, and massaged my prostate again.

   But she did.

   And I came.

   Later we all four met again on the verandah and had a couple of glasses
of champagne and a few eats....  all of us dressed agin....  and it was
about midnight that Kevin and I made our way back to the rig.

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

   In the car Kevin was not his usual takative self, which suited me as I
was knackered, totally destroyed.

   Finally, 'That Marie Claire is real horny....'

   'You enjoyed it then?'

   'The best was the first, when she rode me as I was laying on my back.  I
think I enjoy it when people do things to me more than when I do things to
people.'

   'Guys too.'

   'Especially guys.  Then she had me lay on top of her...that was good. 
And then she wanted me to fuck her from behind, in the pussy.  And after
that she had me fuck her in the arse.'

   'There's not many women like that.  They haven't got the place men have
in there that makes it good.'

   'She must have liked it: she came twice.'

   'Was she frigging her clit while you fucked her?'

   'Yeah.  And she did when I had her pussy too.  I lost count how many
times she came.  She's awesome.

   'That'd be it then.  It was her fingers as much as your cock in that
position.  She wouldn't need fingers the first two times.'

   'I guess that's right.You'll never guess what she wanted then.....'

   'Go on.  Amaze me, Kevin.'

   'She had a strap-on plastic cock and shagged me in the arse.  I came. 
Again.  how many times is that?'

   'Fuck knows!  Enough I should think.'

   'Shopping tomorrow, Rupert?  '

   'You bet!'

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

   I had expected Papillon to be a tiny boutique, but it seems the
transvestite community in the South of France was thriving as this was
quite a large store.  There were four sales assistants, all of them
attractive, and I asume all trannies, though you would never have guessed.
One, probably Vietnamese, was really beautiful and dead sexy!  But I had
phoned for an appointment and Madame Machaon, the Proprietor, was to look
after us personally.

   She was a big girl, big breasts and bum, but a proper waist: I imagined
she had hormone treatment and surgery to get those tits that seemed to be
trying to escape from the bustier she wore over a black leather skirt.  Her
legs were good, though.  As she came through the door at the back of the
shop and advanced towards us, she could have been one of the tarts you see
in the shadier parts of every city.....  over the top!

   But jolly!  And welcoming!

   She put a hand on each of Kevin's shoulders and looked him in the face.
I was pleased to see he was not intimidated and met her gaze: after all he
had been shagging a Marquise half the night and I guess that gives a lad
confidence!

   'Ah!  You are very good-looking, and will make a beautiful girlie.' She
stood back and looked him up and down.  'Lovely legs.  That's good as
there's nothing we can do about ugly legs.'

   Kevin looked her in the eye, compliment for compliment.  'The same could
be said for you, Madame.  Lovely legs.'

   She smiled.

   'First I'll show you round the store, so you can see the sorts of things
we have.  Then we'll need to take some measurements.'

   There were already a dozen or so early-morning customers brousing
through racks of lingerie, dresses, skirts and tops.  Most were suited
gents, but several were trannies, some of them less convincing than the
assistants or Madame.  I saw one middle-aged guy trying on four-inch
high-heeled shoes, pulling his trouser bottoms up so he could check out his
nylon-stockinged ankles in them....I thought they looked good!  Another guy
was sitting in front of a mirror trying on wigs: I felt like telling him
blonde was just wrong for his Latino colouring, but I did not of course. 
There were stands of make up, stockings, breast forms (fascinating!), and a
corner with books and magazines.

   Kevin was in his element admiring pretty clothes, and exchanging ideas
with Madame, who spoke good if accented English.

   It was obviously helpful I had an empty credit card!

   That must have taken half an hour, but then it was back to Madame
Machaon's office.

   We will start by taking the measurements.  Undress please.  Everything.

   Kevin was no longer shy and shirt, shorts, sandals were off in a trice.
He had white little-boy y-front cotton pants dazzling white against his
newly bronzed skin.

   'Those, too.  don't be shy!.'

   'I'm never shy!'

   He looked a picture as usual and as I had not fucked him that morning my
cock stiffened: (we had decided to save it till he was girlie-boy which
both of us found an exciting prospect).  He was half-hard, and wholly sexy!

   'Yes!  you will be a beautiful girlie, and just wait till you see those
lovely legs of yours in stockings and heels.  Now let me jot down your
measurements...  shoe size?'

   Her hands caressed his thighs and bum, straying to weigh his little
balls and cock as she wound tape measure around chest and hips, and up the
naked legs.

   Which is where she began, showing him how to put fine stockings on
without laddering them, and keeping the seams straight.  'Always wear
seamed stockings, Kevin.  The line shows off the shape of the legs and
leads the guys' eyes upwards to that cute butt which is where we all want
their attention.' The suspender belt was from a matching emerald green
lingerie set, and Kevin had held the panties up to his cheek: I could see
he could hardly wait to feel the satin on his cock and balls.

   'You may find these heels difficult at first, but it's worth
persevering.'

   Kevin, in fact, had no problem, and stepped across to the long mirror to
admire himself, half-feminised already.  The silver sandals really set his
ankles off, and the high heels made his arse jutt out a bit and wiggle as
he walked.  He was fully hard now.  I expect Madame was too.  I certainly
was!

   There was fun fixing the breast forms (the smallest available were
selected), and finally Kevin was allowed to slip on those fetish-delight
knickers.

   'I can't call you Kevin now: what is your feminine name?'

   'It's Alice, Madame.'

   'Of course!  Alice was a lovely young blonde and you are a lovely
brunette!  You know her naughty old friend, the one who wrote the book,
used to photograph her naked?  You are prettier, believe me.  Perhaps you
will find a man to photograph you and cherish the pictures.  But now it's
time to show you how to make-up.  Sit in front of that dressing table.'

   'Hmmm.  With your colouring and lovely complexion you hardly need any,
lucky girl.  Just the lipstick, of course, and for a sun-tanned gitl it
should be pastel....  this pink will be ideal.  Use a brush not a lipstick,
and you get a clearer line.  This is non-smudge and will last all evening
no matter how pasionate the lover.  I'll put in your bags a packet of the
wipes you need to take it off eventually.  Just a dab of powder on the
neck, cheeks, nose and brow, and some bronzer here and here to highlight
your fine cheekbones.  And there you are Alice!  No man will be able to
resist you, and few women either, believe me.  It's good your hair is quite
long already.'

   'I want to let it grow to shoulder length...'

   'That will suit you.  The hairdresser is already here.' She rang a bell
and a guy came in: you could tell he was gay, really camp in his walk and
voice.

   I settled down to read some of the transvestite magazines that lay on a
coffee table while Maxim fussed over her tresses, and the Vietnamese girlie
manicured and varnished her fingernails....  pink to match the lipstick. 
The magazine with listings of transvestite clubs all over Europe, and
tranny-friendly bars looked useful, and I made a mental note to buy a copy
before we left.

   At last the hairdresser and manicurist had finished and we were left
alone.

   'You look fabulous, Alice, a million dollars.'

   'I feel sexy, Rupert.  In fact I could do with some cock right now.'

   Who knows what might have happened, but at that moment Madame came back
with an armful of clothes and boxes.

   Shopping is usually a bore, but this was fun with "Alice" getting more
and more feminine in her gestures as the selection progressed, and even her
voice went up a bit towards the sort of deep, sexy tenor that a sultry girl
might have.  Madame complimented her continually, a good sales technique I
guess, but in this case exactly true.....the girlie was sex on legs.  And
what legs!

   Flirting, Alice suggested we all have sex, and I must admit as she stood
in a white basque with blue lace trimmings, her hard little cock struggling
to escape from a tiny matching thong, I could have had her then and there.
Madame said she would have loved to be the oral half of a spit roast, but
she had to be very careful in the shop.  She had enough problems with the
other shop-keepers in the street as it was: prejudiced against trannies. 
So she had a strict no-sex rule for herself and customers on the premises:
no, not even a kiss!

   Just before we left the Vietnamese gurrrl came in with an
expensive-looking camera and took a photo of Alice, looking demure and
innocent in a flowing, thigh-length dress.  Hers was going to join the
other dozen or do portraits of transvestite beauties around the walls of
the salon, and would be the only obvious teenager.

   We had boxes and bags to put in the car, but then we went to get some
more conventional little-girl clothes from the big stores.  Alice was every
inch the teenage girl, and happily tried on skirts, trousers, tops and
dresses in the fitting rooms.  We added street clothes, sensible shoes and
trainers, and also another pair of really sexy high heels as well.  I was
in a constant state of arousal all through the shopping.

   In the car, driving home, the naughty little girl kept feeling up my
cock through my trousers, and finally I could take it no more, pulled into
a lay-bye where there was only a truck with its curtains drawn (sleeping or
fucking I guess).  I had her unzip me and suck me off.  She giggled after I
had come and she had swallowed, commenting that I had never ever had a load
like that.

   And, to my astonishment I was still hard as we drove on again.

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

   Back at the rig I sorted out a couple of drinks before getting some
steaks and chips out of the ice-box.

   Alice removed her chaste street dress revealing again that stunning
basque, made even sexier by replacing the sensible court shoes with a pair
of strappy, white, high, high, high-heels.  She stood at the doorway of our
bedroom, cheesecake-posing, leaning against the doorframe with one
outsteretched arm, on one stockinged leg.  My cock went from hard to
painfully hard!  I sat on the sofa.

   'Come here!'

   She giggled, waited a moment, then pouted and 'Why?'

   'You know why....'

   'I want to hear you tell me.'

   'Come here and I'll fuck you which I know you want.'

   'OK'.

   She sashayed slowly over to me, deliberately pushing her hips forward,
steady on her high heels but wiggling her arse a la Marilyn Monroe!  When
she sat down it was plumb on my lap and not beside me.  Her cock was
half-hard, and making a bulge rather than a tent in her panties.

   I grabbed her, feeling her small (silicon) tits inside that lace and
satin confection.  I kissed her and she wriggled, moving her near-naked
bottom against my hard-as-steel cock.

   'You're a naughty little girl, tempting an old man with your young body.
You deserve a spanking.'

   'Perhaps I'd like that.  Anyway all the girls know that dirty old men
with hard cocks love spanking young girls' bottoms.' More giggles,
wriggles, and a kiss on the tip of my nose, her hands now inside my
dressing gown, stroking my naked chest.

   'We'll soon find out if you like it, my girl!'

   More giggles from her, and a little, playful scream as I turned her over
into the classic over-the-knee spanking position.  My dressing gown had
come open in the manoeuvre and her sweet body, part-naked, part nylon-clad,
was pressed against my naked thighs, and more importantly, against my cock.
The thong that went with the basque was just a thin strip of satin at the
back, barely covering her arsehole, her firm little bottom a picture framed
by two suspender straps and divided by that string between her buttocks. 
It was the same smooth, boyish bottom, but it certainly looked more rounded
and feminine with the satin, lace and nylon decorations!

   I tried a fairly gentle slap: she screamed but I knew it was in play
rather than real.  I rubbed her bottom where I had slapped it.  Then
another slap, harder this time.

   'Ouch!  You're cruel!' But I could feel her cock against mine, and it
was now as hard as mine.  She was enjoying this!

   So we had ten minutes or so of alternate slaps and caresses before I
could bear it no longer.

   'I've just got to fuck you, Alice.  I can't wait any more.'

   'Yes, please.  Me on top, Rupert.'

   There was no need for her to take off that silly little thong.  She just
pulled it to one side, greased her bottom hole (I could see her stick two
fingers up to make sure it was lubricated and open for me, and then she sat
again in my lap, astride me, lowering herself onto my cock which she was
holding vertical.  It slipped easily in, but she felt nicely tight in this
position.  Like some oriental Pasha I just sat there while this
newly-feminised beauty bounced up and down on me.  I managed to get a hand
between us and fingered and rubbed her cock in the same rhythm as her
fucking.

   This was the life, I thought: not only a pretty and willing boy, but now
a horny young transvestite to play with.  I blessed the day I drew up in
that dismal, litter-strewn trunk-road laybye and collected the scruffy
runaway.

   I had one free hand round behind her, feeling her bottom.  Some of the
oil from her cock had found its way there and I slid my index finger up
under the thong and into her male pussy.  She gave a squeak as I fingered
her p-spot.

   'Oooooh!  I'm cumming!'

   'Come, sweetie!'

   Her spunk squirted in a great streamer up my chest, some even hitting my
face.  I stuck my tongue out and licked a glob that was hanging on my lips,
and with the taste and the contractions of her arse, I came too.

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

   After dinner and our separate showers she laid out a filmy black nylon
nightie on our bed.

   She cuddled against me, and it was so sexy the way one silky layer of
nylon slid against the second layer, her young body beneath.  She had kept
her lipstick and nail varnish on, but had removed the rest of the make-up
as Madame had instructed.  We dozed off in each other's arms.

   I woke briefly in the middle of the night and entered her from the side,
her nightie pulled up to the waist.  I fucked her gently, and probably she
did not wake up.....  but you never know.  Sometimes she pretended to be
asleep when I fucked her or sucked her off in the night, as she knew that
excited me.

   In the morning everything changed: at least for a while.

   When I woke Alice was already up, and her nightie was draped across her
side of the bed.  Nothing unusual about that as she usually got up before
me, and today....first full girlie day....she had a lot to look forward to.

   I could hear her already in the shower but not singing as she usually
did.

   I leaned aginst the wall and started to piss....

   Oh dear!

   It hurt!  And I knew exactly what it was as many years before I had
caught a dose (from an Army Lieutenant-Colonel as it happens when I was
still a junior officer).  I steeled myself to finish a painful and
dribbling piss.

   Alice came out of the shower as I was finishing.

   'Something's wrong with my cock, Rupert.'

   'Mine too.  Like pissing broken glass?'

   'Yeah.'

   'It's called the clap, or at least used to be.  Gonorhea.  Those two
bloody women.....'

   'We should have used condoms.'

   'Clearly!  It's not too bad : a jab and a course of antibiotics usually
fixes it.'

   So it was two awkward phone calls.  One to my old buddy telling him his
little squeezes were poxed, and asking him for a good doctor locally.  The
second was to the Marquise to tell her she and her lovely daughter had the
clap!  She was very sniffy, saying it must be one of our horrid little
boy-friends, not her or hers!

   Fuck her, then!

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

   Kevin thought it best to go to the Doctor as a boy, so that was another
disappointment.  Another was the news the course would take ten days, and
no sex.  We told the doc we did not know who gave it to us, talking about
two wild parties.....  one for the teenagers and another for their parents.

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

   Alhasan had been the banker of our little group of robbers, honestly
handling the loot and skillfully laundering it for the rest of us.  He now
lived in some sort of estate in the South of Spain, near Malaga.

   I emailed him (attaching that photo of Alice), and got an immediate
invite to visit him.  I told Alice the news (cross-dressed again with
renewed finger and toe-nail varnish and looking so desirable, though of
course untouchable.

   'He's an arab, Lebanese I believe, and seems to live in style.  At any
rate his address is a castillo, which I know from the wine-boxes means
Chateau!  Apparently his estate is high in the Sierra Nevadas, and he
suggests we leave the rig in Malaga where there are plenty of secure
camp-sites, and come the last fifty kilometers in the car.'

   'Can I travel as Alice?'

   'Of course, although by the time we get there I'll be gagging for it.'

   'Me, too.  In fact I am now!'

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

   Our host kept Spanish hours, and we would not be having dinner until
after ten in the evening, so there was time to kill, or rather time
available for pleasures.  From the outside the place had looked like a true
castle, but inside it was modern and luxurious.  Over the next few days we
were to discover that he had a large staff, what with security (he had it
seems many enemies!), gardeners, domestic and kitchen staff, and heaven
only knows what more.  But so far we had only met a couple of uniformed and
armed guards at the perimeter fence and the butler, who entered with a tray
of tapas, a bottle and three glasses.

   The champagne was French, not Spanish!  Alice, in her pretty
off-the-shoulder gown, was pleased to be treated as an adult drink-wise and
not as a little girl.  Obviously Alhasan shared my general view that if a
girl or boy was old enough to be shagged, then she or he was old enough for
a few glasses of wine.

   'Will that be all, sir?'

   The butler was young for his job, slender and willowy with blonde hair
in a pony-tail.  There was something camp about the way he moved and spoke,
and it was clear he was gay.

   'One moment: I should introduce you.  This is Thompson my butler and the
head of the domestic staff.  Thompson, this is an old friend and colleague,
Rupert, and his charming companion, Alice.  Rupert, there is more to
Thompson than meets the eye.  Would you care to explain to my guests your
special talents, Thompson?'

   The camp mannerisms were even more apparent as he explained that he was
a fan of BDSM, that there was nothing he loved more than being secured,
whipped, and his body used in every way for the pleasure of other men.

   'Men only, you see, Rupert.  Thompson had the advantage of going to one
of those select English schools where the old traditions of cold baths,
beatings and buggery are still upheld.  He is a dedicated passive Bottom to
use the modern slang.  Would you be tempted to try him out, Rupert: I
recall we used to seek out such boys when we hunted as a pair!'

   'Nothing I'd like more, my dear Alhasan.' I could see Alice's eyes
shining!

   'Then lead on, Thompson.  The playroom for us.'

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

   I had thought the Butler had a boyish face, but strung up as he was,
stretched between the ceiling gear and his tip-toes his slender limbs and
so-white body could have been that of a fourteen-year-old.  And all the
sexier for that.  Alhasan and I had stripped naked too, but he had told
Alice to keep her lingerie on "as she looked so pretty".  They watched as I
selected a whip from the array displayed on one of the white stone walls.
It was a short-handled cat o nine tails, with black soft leather thongs
mixed with knotted red silk, all plaited together to form the handle, not
unlike the one I had bought in Paris but not had an opportunity as yet to
use.  I slapped my arm with it and found it stung without leaving a mark.
Good!

   I swung it and caught Thompson a blow across his cute little so-white
bum and was amused to see his half-hard cock stiffen entirely.  It was a
nice, little-boy cock too, not even as big as Alice's and circumcised, so
there was a pretty little pink helmet at the top of the white, almost
translucent shaft.  I whipped him again once, before offering the whip to
Alice.

   'Have a try, sweetie....'

   Her eyes shone and she lashed him three well-aimed strokes.  Perhaps his
arse was taking on a slight pink tinge now.  One more and she handed it
back to me.  I noticed her eyes were shining and her own little cock was
making a real tent in her oyster-grey silk knickers.  All three of us
adults were very hard, and Thompson was leaking precum, running down his
shaft.

   Alice and Alhasan retreated to sit on the edge of the bed, cuddling,
kissing and whispering.  I could see my arab friend's hand down inside
Alice's knickers, handling her cock and balls as they mouthed each other.

   I whipped on.

   I could sometimes hear what they were saying and Alice was telling our
host that one day she would like to try being whipped.

   'Rupert spanked me a few days ago and I got real horny.  You cn spank me
if you like....'

   'I like....'

   I was beginning to want to fuck Thompson.  This whipping had warmed him
up and given me a real appetite.  I looked round the room.  There was the
bed of course, where Alice was now over his knee as he sat on the edge, and
he was spanking her bottom, her knickers still on.  After each slap he
would stroke her either through the silk, or with his hand inside on her
naked flesh, making her wriggle with pleasure.  There was an upright
whipping frame, with blackened leather straps and what looked like padded
silk back to it: it looked very old, but not as old as the St Andrews cross
in heavy, darkened oak....that would be part of the original equipment of
the castle I guessed.  I decided to strap him to a low, black-leather
covered bench, modelled so the victims bum would be raised and opened for
penetration.  Perfect!

   'I'm going to shag you now, Thompson....'

   I started to undo the rope that was fixed to a shackle in the stone
floor, ran up to a ring in the ceiling, and then down to his tied hands.

   'In the sling, please.  In the sling, please, Oh please....'

   I followed his gaze to a darker corner of the room, and saw a black
leather sling suspended from the ceiling.....it looked like a real sexy
contraption, but not new to me as most American gay bath-houses and UK
saunas have one such.

   Across the room, Alhasan had her knickers off now, and she was kneeling
on the edge of the bed while he was putting on a condom and greasing
up.....I was glad to see she had asked him to after our experience with the
Marquise and her daughter.  I would too!

   Thomson lay in the sling, his legs spread and raised as I strapped his
wrists and ankles.  There was a ratchet-arm beside the contraption and I
was able to raise it an inch or two till his exposed anus was at exactly
the right level for my erect cock, now safely encased in rubber.  I pumped
lube onto it, spread it, and wiped my fingers clean of lube against that
inviting, tight-closed arsehole.  Pre-cum was dripping from his knob as he
anticipated the moment of penetration.

   I pushed the sling back a couple of inches, placed my knob, and pulled
him forward onto it: my cock had a moment of resistance, and then slid
easily in.  It was fun just standing there looking down at his naked body,
and allowing the sling to pendulum back and forth making my cock move in
and out his anus.

   On the bed, Alhasan was up her as she knelt on the edge, he standing
slightly crouched: he was fucking her hard and she was loving it....  of
course.

   'Free one hand for me, please.  Please.  I want to jerk as you fuck me.
it's so good....  you're so good.'

   I undid the strap on his right wrist and he was wanking immediately.  I
fucked him harder, swinging the sling faster and moving my own hips too
now, watching his fist working away and his face contorted with plasure,
eyes closed.  Then he came with a real streamer of white cum splatting high
up on his chest.  I did not cum yet, still fucking fast and furious as
there was a second shot of cum and then oozes running down the shaft.  I
looked out of the corner of my eye and saw that Alice was wanking her cock
as Alhasan was shagging her.  With her lovely body accentuated by nylons
and suspender belt it was all so sexy that, with the delight of the boyish
body under me too, I came as well.

   I pulled out, and threw the condom into a waiting basket.  Alhasan had
just finished, too, and I went over to the bed having first re-fastened
Thompson's free wrist!

   Alice was bubbling with excitement, as usual after good sex.

   'I think Arab guys are so sexy.' She kissed Alhasan on his muscular
shoulder.'

   'Arab boys are too!' That was my comment.

   'You want some?' There was a phone on the side-table and our host spoke
into it, in Arabic I guess.

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

   Minutes later a tall, handsome arab guy entered, holding a little
brown-skinned boy by the hand.

   'This is my friend and colleague Faisal, and the boy will be going to
his new home in Liverpool this week.  He is completely trained and very
willing....'

   Alice giggled.  'They've got the smae pants as you bought me in Paris.'

   She was right!  The clinging, tight white silk pants contrasted
delightfully with their darker skin tones, and hugged so tight they hid
little of Faisal's large bulge, and the boy's little one.  I wanted to see
more!

   I was laying on the bed now and the boy, Sallah his name I learned later
and just twelve years old, came straight over to me, lay beside me, and
hugged me.  His wide grin showed gleaming white teeth and even more showed
that he was happy to be there, happy to be with me, and above all happy
about what was to come, because he wanted to kiss.  I lay on my back and he
lay half over me his mouth on mine and we played a pleasant game of lips
and tongues for several minutes while I caressed his silken smooth back and
shoulders and he stroked my cock and balls.  When we came up for air I
rolled him over on his back and nibbled his little brown nipples which
stood for me, hard as little grains of barley.  His sunken belly button
now, and then nuzzling those white silk panties and the treasures just
under the thin, tight fabric.  I could feel his cock hard there, and
mouthed it, silk and all.

   He giggled and started to pull his trunks down, but I pushed his little
hand away and did so myself.  It was a little, cock and tiny, hairless
balls, with just the faintest fluff of silky black hairs in the triangle at
the base of a very slightly rounded belly.  I thought for a moment that his
cock had been cut, but when I closed my mouth around it I realised that he
had a small foreskin and that had retracted completely leaving his little
knob clear.  His cock was small, of course, but straight and a lovely
darker brown than his belly.  It was good to take the whole in my mouth and
suck while I stroked, cupped, and sometimes nibbled at his balls.  He just
lay back and enjoyed this, running his fingers through my hair and
sometimes feeling the muscles of my shoulders and biceps.

   I was hardly aware of what my friends were up to while I was sucking the
boy, but soon I felt his body tense under my hands and he came, just one
spurt of thin, little-boy cum into my mouth.  Lovely!

   I looked up.  He was grinning again.  Alice was on her back on a low
couch, her legs over the new Arab's shoulders, while he was ploughing her
slowly and thoroughly.  Alhasan was into his butler, like me letting the
sling do sll the work, just standing there as its pendulum slid his cock in
and out the lad's arse.

   I crossed the room and got a condom and a lube dispenser.

   Little Sallah wanted to put the rubber on my cock himself, and I
certainly enjoyed the sight and feel of his soft little fingers rolling it
down my shaft and then spreading lube, finally wiping the left over in his
arse crease.

   He wanted to ride me, and that suited me as I would be able to watch his
pretty face and smooth chest as we fucked.  I lay on my back and held my
rigid cock upright while he placed it and then sank slowly down on me,
impaling himself till he was sitting on my belly, my cock completely in
him. His cock was still hard: he was enjoying this too.  You can't fake
that!  And he was a skilled fucker: someone had taught him well, and
looking out of the corner of my eye at Alhasan shagging my Alice I could
guess who that someone was.  He bounced up and down on me with a sort of
abandon and I could have cum quite quickly.

   But I wanted to enjoy his cute brown bottom!  I lifted him off, ignoring
what I assume were protests, and turned him over on his belly.  The
protests stopped and he knelt for me, spreading his pretty buttocks with
both hands.  His arsehole had closed up again and was a little darker brown
circle in the light brown smoothness of his hairless skin.  I could have
kissed it but My cock wanted more fucking and I placed my knob, pushed and
wass up him again.  this way I could enjoy the feel of his smooth back and
bottom, and watch as his arse wriggled with pleasure while I fucked.  Sadly
I could not control myself this frst time with him ( I had never had an
Arab boy before this and was hyper-excited): so I came.

   What a pity.I thought, it had to be in a condom: but that was the deal
with Alice, and I was glad to se her man had a condom on as well.  He was
also better controlled than me!

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

   That night Alice slept with our host and I had little Sallah as my
bed-partner.  It was now well over a week since I had sex with my
girlie-boy and I needed her, but I needed this arab boy more....  the lure
of the new I guess.  And she was the same: she was developing a real taste
for Arabs!  But we made up for it during the day.

   The next three days was sex, sex, sex.  Sallah's new "father" arrived to
take him to England, with his new British passport and papers, but two
other boys arrived, slightly older than he had been but just as pretty and
as well trained in the arts of loving.  So I was kept busy, and Alhasan
mostly enjoyed alice, though he also had his butler once or twice.

   Finally it was time to go, and we booked on the car ferry to Melilla in
Spanish Morocco, taking Faisal with us too.  He would introduce us to his
Moroccan friends and ensure we had a pleasnt variety of sexual contacts
through that winter.

   As a parting gift Alhasan gave Alice a completely genuine UK passport in
the name of "Alice Smith", a birth certificate showing she had been born
eighteen years before in Manchester, and a driving licence.....

   'But I can't drive.'

   'Have to learn then!'

   FIN for now.