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story codes: (mb, bb, oral, anal)
style: contemporary - orient
"One night in Bangkok makes hard man humble. Not much between despair
and ecstasy. One night in Bangkok and the tough guys tumble. Can't be
too careful with your company. I can feel the devil walking next to
me." - M.H.
GINGER CHICKEN by DEBONAIR
CHAPTER 1.
The plane landed shortly after eight in Thailand. It was to be the
last country I visited on my Asian escapade. To tell the truth, the
new Siam didn't appeal to me. I had explored so far, mysterious Japan,
rich and modern Hong Kong, communist China and the paradises of
Indonesia. The polluted nation caught in the middle of changing times
had very little to offer compared to its rivals. I had already
witnessed the confronting lifestyles of poor and fortunate in South
America years before.
As I wandered on the avenues to my hotel, everything seemed gray and
dull. People trudging nonchalantly. Car drivers swerving dangerously with
nobody complaining. The whole city was polite and sedated.
The harassing street vendors annoyed me. Guess I was tired and
needed the rest. As I reached the tourist area where my hotel was,
little girls tugged on my arms, holding on for dear life, trying to sell me
flowers. The more direct ones chanting 'blow job' on the crowded sidewalk,
ripping my sleeve.
I wasn't dumb enough to ignore the fact that the place was a haven
for prostitution and child sex. Behind these innocent facades
lived accomplished whores. Seeking to avoid further embarrassment, I
raised my upper limbs whenever one of these nymphettes approached me.
I was a flaming homosexual ever since my teenage years. But it was
useless to even attempt explaining to them that they were barking up
the wrong tree.
The hotel was decent. I was running out of cash, so the undecorated
room would have to do. Depositing my bags on the bed, my stomach
gurgled. I had spotted a McDonald's just across the street and was
eager to sample again the sweet taste of fat.
The restaurant made me feel like I was back in America. I ordered a
big Mac and sat on the uncomfortable bench. Some local kids were
eating french fries quietly. A group of three coffee-colored boys were
in my line of sight. The oldest one of about sixteen was very cute in
a way. His unblemished face smiled wholeheartedly as they chatted in
their own tongue.
I hadn't jacked-off for a week and the teen's sexy denim shorts
affected greatly my unsatisfied prick. The simple possibility that I
could probably share my bed with him made me rock hard. Our gazes met
across the aisle. The young males argued for a while and I was shocked
to see the youngest one rise and take a seat next to me.
The seven-year-old imp had big eyes and grinned slyly. He put his
hand on my crotch, fondling gently my erect member through my jeans.
I feared my horniness would take over my reason. The two other lads
were chuckling, watching my obvious virginity to man/boy solicitation. The
opportunity to have sex with minors had never presented itself. I had
fantasized about it like everybody else. But never really planned to act on
it.
The whole scene seemed natural and pleasant to the youngster. He
giggled gleefully noticing my face reddening. I was aware that these
boys needed the money to survive and was prepared to hand him a few
bucks just for his boldness. In the end, I opted otherwise. Probably
yearning to see for myself if the stories were true. Like Judas I
required clear evidence to make my judgement.
There was still the aspect of visibility I wasn't secure with.
Although, nobody around seemed to care about the young child beside
the tourist. I still didn't wanna be seen entering the hotel with the
boy. The news reports of men arrested here for the same crime flashed
in my mind. I wrote on a piece of paper my room number and hurried out
the door, hoping to lose the kid far behind.
I waited on the mattress, my heart missing a few beats. The low
rapping of the boy's knuckles on the door had me bolting up. I let the
underfed rascal inside and he shook his fist saying "Twenty! Twenty!".
I understood he was strictly a wanker and nodded my head.
The young tyke removed his sandals and undressed without shame in
front of me. I never thought the hairless frame of a child would arouse me.
As I surveyed his firm butt and brown genitals, I was.
He leaped in my embrace and I kissed his smooth skin. Nibbling on
his tits, biting lovingly his tender buttocks and engulfing his entire
scrotum in my mouth. All the time, the seven-year-old tried to unzip
my pants. I allowed him to do so. My penis was at full mast, all
seven steely inches. My helmet was flaring and covered with pre-cum.
He gripped it in his fist and began masturbating me right away, his
stubby fingers barely wrapping around my thick shaft. I didn't close
my eyes, to focus on the effervescent kid giving me a fantastic hand
job. My moans made him smile. He jerked his little hand with more vigour and
I cooed.
Once in a while, he took a break and explored my heavy ballsack or
my hairy bush. I caressed his little bum with my long arm. The boy
kept saying words I didn't comprehend, perhaps cursing me. I didn't
care. With two hands he worked on my cock, rubbing and squeezing.
The young wanker was very good. I felt the pleasure peak in my
organ and spewed my abundant seed on my chest. He continued to choke
my cock, milking all the juice out of it. Some of my semen oozed on
his thumb. He brought it to his lips and ate the creamy dollop.
I slept soundly that night. The images of the precocious cutie
dancing in my dreams.
-=-
The next day, I visited the capital. Returning to my goal of
learning about the culture. Bangkok had lost its blanket of sexuality
and I longed for the evening to bring it back. Without it, it was
dreary and unexciting. I found out that Bangkok meant, 'Wild Plum' and
Thailand, 'Land of the free'. Both qualifiers very true for the
exuberance of the nightly crowd.
I passed a small park and was mesmerized by the young children
roller skating on a rink of cement. The boys and girls pranced
gracefully on the rented equipment. The breeze flowing in their
straight dark hair gave a dignified elegance to their slender bodies.
I sprawled at the feet of a large tree and stared at the sexy
behinds of the pre-pubescent males. The skates provided a few inches
extra. Their little asses were perched high upon their long lean bare
legs. All of the boys had removed their t-shirts. I drooled, riveting my
eyes on their undeveloped torsos.
"Nice butts uh?" a voice spoke, waking me from my trance. I raised my
head and welcomed the individual with a frown. He was about my age, 35
and sported an ideal tan.
"Can I sit with you?" the man inquired.
"Sure."
"So do you like boys or girls?"
I froze for a second at the blunt question. "Boys." my lips
pronounced hesitantly. I couldn't believe I was admitting this to a
perfect stranger.
"Ah! Good choice. Have you experienced any of these forbidden
beauties?"
"No. Not really." I lied.
"Well you should. It's pretty much accepted here. And they can only
drag you to jail if you get caught in the act...My name is Richard by
the way?"
"Harry." I brightened up, shaking the eccentric man's paw.
"You see Harry, the girls here do it to get money for school. But boys
do it mostly for materialistic reasons. New clothes and videogames. So
they are much more inclined to let go and have fun."
"Fun? Do you think it's fun to be forced into prostitution?" I argued
with my interlocutor.
"It depends of course. Some boys don't like it I avow. You just need
to find the ones that do. Who else is gonna give them money? Most of
these kids come from rural areas and their parents barely scrape by
to feed their own mouths. Do you seriously believe the government
cares about these rats? They haven't lifted one finger in decades.
Much less the rest of the planet."
"At least, we should work collectively to find normal work for them."
I resisted the odd individual.
"My gosh, you are naive. No, what we should do is give them an
education. Nobody's wants to pay the bill. In the end, these forsaken
boys find it's much easier to suck cocks than go to school or be
exploited in the factories. If it weren't for perverts like us, they
would wither and die like an unwanted plant. You see, at least we're
good for something!"
I rose to my feet, itching to move my tensed muscles. The bloke
accompanied me on my stroll inside the park. I wondered why he was
telling me all this? But refrained from discussing the subject.
"That brings up a philosophical issue." I said. "Can we consider this an
adequate form of living, or should the government create strict laws
concerning births like in China, to eliminate the problem?"
"Whoring might not be the greatest lifestyle. But you are forgetting
that consensual sex never hurt anyone. It is natural and definitely
quite enjoyable from what I've witnessed on the mugs of my little
partners. I know you are gonna say that children cannot consent. It is
such a nonsense. And I'm fed up with these occidental mindsets. Have
you notice that when a kid consents to sex, everyone says that they
are incapable of such decision. But when a kid kills his schoolmates
with a gun, then he is responsible for his actions and should be tried
as an adult! Same voice, two conflicting opinions."
I reflected on the man's words as we approached slowly a group of
boys laying under a shade tree. He was preaching to a disciple
already and didn't need to add more to convince me. The young males
were napping in their torn briefs after a swim in the community pool.
They were all stunning to my eyes.
"You can have any of these boys." my new friend announced, throwing
his chin at the group. The kids roused from their siesta sensing the
prospect of a client.
"Not yet." I blushed bashfully.
"Pick one for me."
"I I I dunno." I stammered eyeing the five fellows. "The one in the
middle."
The man kneeled in front of the ten-year-old and blurted out
something in Thai. The small boy smiled. We ambled toward the public
toilets and slipped inside a stall. The confining cubicle had me crushed
against the wall while the kid sat on the throne with Richard standing in
front of him.
The wet kid lowered his undies to give us a look at his limp
boyhood. It was a precious thing. Uncut, smooth and golden. A glowing
smile illuminated his cute face and I wanted to cuddle him in my arms.
"I hope he's a good cocksucker!" Richard commented, unbuckling his
pants.
His adult penis sprung from his underpants. I locked my stare on it
as the young boywhore began to kiss it. He took the hairy nuts in his
mouth and nibbled on them an instant while the large appendage gorged
with blood. I thought the glorious pole would never stop to swell. It
grew to nine inches and halted.
Gripping the rod in his tiny hand, the kid licked all around the
mushroom head. Exploring every crevasse with the tip of his pink
tongue. Lapping up the transparent juice seeping from the pissslit.
"Uhhh he knows how to do this!" Richard groaned.
Opening his mouth wide, the boy stuffed a chunk of the adult meat in his
mouth, slurping noisily. He suctioned the piece of flesh with
hunger. Richard grimaced, feeling the intense pleasure the experienced
fellator was mustering with his moist lips. As for me, my penis ached
painfully in my jeans.
The muscular man put his hand on the back of the kid's neck and
pushed his cock further to see if he would deep throat him. The ten-year-old
breathed through his nose and accepted the invasion. I gasped looking at the
long sausage disappear inside the child's throat. His lips stretched
grotesquely around the shaft.
Richard fucked the boy's face for long minutes. His gagging noises
resonated in my ears. I squirmed beside them. A filthy voyeur robbing
them of their intimacy.
"Look at this Harry! He's gonna eat my cum." Richard mumbled before
translating the demand in Thai. "It's gonna cost ten more but it's
worth it!"
With that he pulled out his massive cock and rubbed it on the boy's
baby face, jacking slowly just under the crown. The willing tyke opened
his mouth in preparation for the deluge. Richard moaned and a furious
jet of white semen splashed on the kid's uvula. The spasming canon
unloaded its salvos of manjuice at a rapid pace, surprising the boy on
his chin when he was gulping down the salty fluid.
One spray it him square in the eye. Yet he remained composed,
opening his mouth again for the others shots of jizz. When it was
clear the enormous cock had finished spilling its sauce, he stuck his
tongue out to clean the bulbous knob.
I needed to jack off very fast and was relieved when my new acolyte
told me he had to go. We watched the kid walk away with the bills in
the palm of his hand. I was still shaken.
"Come by tonight. I own a restaurant." Richard said, handing over a
business card. "We'll talk some more."
-=-
I went to the address on the card and was greeted with a vintage
bottle of red burgundy. Richard confessed he was busy in the kitchen.
So I ate the exquisite food alone until he joined me on the terrace
after eight. The big Cuban cigar between his lips clashed with the
tacky summer clothes he was wearing.
"Look over there Harry." he said pointing to the area right in front
of the restaurant. "That's Robinson's department store. Very chic. All
the boys in front are selling something. If you know what I mean."
I nodded my head to humour the man. It was rather obvious. One boy
was practically dropping his shorts to show what he had to offer. The
thin garment hung low on his hips, barely covering the root of his
penis.
"Usually boys under ten only do hand jobs or blow jobs." Richard went
on. "Over ten they do everything. I have a friend who found a bottom
boy in Pattaya. He was only six."
My eyes bulged at the revelation. I found myself excited by the
seedy underworld. As if the whole thing was normal. For the first time
I divulged I was interested.
"Do you have to be gentle?" I asked.
"Depends if you want a virgin. I don't believe in hurting the kids.
The ones I deflowered I took my time. The others I drilled hard."
Richard muttered with a sincere tone. "You see the teens there. They
are the go-betweens. They can fetch you whatever you desire in five
minutes."
"Why are you telling me all this? I'm just a lost tourist and I cannot
believe you granted me this free meal and chit chat for nothing." I
snapped finally.
My alter ego scratched his head, sighing heavily. "You are right
Harry. You are wise. Life is hard and then you die. You get nothing
for nothing." the man rambled. "When I saw you in the park with your
Dodgers t-shirt, I assumed you were from LA and was hoping you could
bring back a small cargo to an acquaintance of mine who lives there.
Just one videotape you could drop in the mailbox."
"Oh no. No way!" I disapproved raising my voice. It was absolutely out
of the question to cross U.S. customs with kiddy porn in my luggage.
"Well then so be it!" Richard exclaimed, hiding his disappointment.
"Let's finish the lesson."
I followed him as we advanced to the boys huddled in front of the
stairs of the mall. Many of the boys were agitated and danced on the
sidewalk, swaying their slim hips obscenely. On a bench, three
pre-teens were passing a glad bag, sniffing the glue inside, their
eyes glassy from the destructive fumes.
Richard called for a kid named Kung and a young boy of twelve
turned around exposing his feminine facial traits. Rich wrapped his arm
around his waist and kissed his forehead. All the while I was fighting with
a mere tot hanging to my belt. I had to shove him away with both hands
before we climbed into a taxi.
"Where are you staying?" Richard demanded.
"The Lupini Hotel."
My host informed the driver of our destination and the old vehicle
roared on the crowded streets. I glimpsed at the boy's legs from the
corner of my eye. So smooth and hairless. The cab driver looked
straight ahead at the traffic. My nerves were like guitar strings. It
was evident that me and Richard were not taking this kid out to the
zoo. I was anxious. Listening to the driver's breathing carefully,
anticipating him to stop at the police station and denounce our
twisted intentions.
He dropped us off at the hotel and nodded humbly. Richard's arm was
wrapped around Kung's shoulder. Nobody on the street batted an eyelid.
We arrived at my room uneventfully. I sat on a chair nervously and
notified Richard that I was only gonna watch again. He shrugged his
shoulders and I was pleased with the notion that the man didn't wanna
to force me into anything.
"Aren't you gonna at least undress him?" he offered.
"Ok. But that's it."
The frail boy was amused to see my reluctance to touch him. I
gathered enough courage to hug him lovingly and heard him purr like
a kitten. His t-shirt was a rag and his running shoes were worn out
beyond belief. I caressed his skin as I removed them, massaging his
boyfeet. I Ran my hands with lust on his belly. He didn't have any
underwear when I pulled down his dirtied tennis shorts. His uncircumcised
penis was right below my nose, smelling fresh and boyish.
"Watch his dick Harry. It's gonna be stiff the whole time I nail him!
This kid loves it!" Richard said slipping an Atlas condom on his huge
erection.
"You are gonna fuck right away? No foreplay?" I peeped.
"Yup. Right in the butt. I need ass now."
The Asian boy let his body go limp on the bed, remaining calm while
the nine-inch hard-on closed on him. The mattress squeaked under the
considerable weight of the man escalading it. Richard grabbed the
kid's ankles roughly and spread the boy, at the same time bending him
in two so that his tail was accessible from the front.
I could clearly see the puckered brownhole of Kung. Richard was
adopting this position on purpose. I was flattered. The head of his
cock entered quickly into the well-used anus. The penetrated lad
winced and bit his lip. From then on, my eyes shifted from Kung's face
and the latex covered pole invading his rectum. The distended anal
ring was red all around the white rubber. I was afraid it would rip
but it didn't, sliding along the large shaft with each slow intrusion.
Richard buried his monster with restraint. One inch at a time until
the kid had all of it in his tight bottom. The panting couple paused for a
moment, relishing the warm fusion of their bodies. As Richard had foretold,
Kung's little penis was standing up, his foreskin retracted behind the moist
glans.
"You gotta wait 'till the boy is ready." Richard declared, eyeing the
twelve-year-old for a sign the pain had subsided. The tanned little
boy masturbated, shaking his head wildly. After a minute, he put his
bony hands on the man's shoulders indicating he was ripe for the
ride.
I was impressed with the child's feat. Even I, couldn't have taken the
entire tool of my buddy up my arse. The long tube moved gently in and out of
the stretched hole and Kung moaned. Gradually increasing the tempo, Richard
began fucking the boy. At times longdicking but mostly just thrusting half
of his bulky missile with swift strokes.
The pre-teen was a trooper. He yelled the only words of English he
knew. 'Fuck me' and 'Deeper' with his high-pitched voice, a grimace of
bliss and suffering locked on his face. His little toes curled tightly
in the air.
The turgid pole was slamming with more force now, plowing the
narrow canal. The little sphincter had lost its tonus, leaving the
gateway to Kung entrails wide open. Richard took advantage of the
situation, shoving himself with fervour into the rectal cavity and
eliciting joyous yelps of pleasure from the fuckee.
The big man found he could go balldeep and pounded his slickened
prong into the boy. His hips banged against Kung's firm ass. "Uhhh
fock me! fock me!" the lad bawled, his whole body shuddering with the
impact of the collision.
"He really wants it now!" Richard cheered, ejecting his titanic tower
at once. The brown boy flipped on his hands and knees, raising his
buttocks in front of the mammoth spear, like a cat in heat. He cried a
litany of plaintive Thai words I interpreted as begging. His loose
anus was quivering, opening and closing in expectancy of a new
penetration.
Richard was much less patient this time. He mounted the boy
hurriedly, gripping his shoulders firmly. The weak child could not
move, his chest flat on the bed. His knees digging in the springy
platform from the weight of the man lodged in his behind.
The intense rutting that ensued afterwards startled me. Richard was
grunting like an animal the whole time he rammed his immense cock to
the hilt. And the boy's wails were of pure ecstasy as he drooled on
the white sheets.
"That's how hard you can FUCK Harry!" Richard repeated time and time
again. Pistonning the little ass of the Asian boy, his hairy balls
slapping loudly.
I couldn't imagine the kid could take it so hardcore. But he
wiggled his rear end, urging on his partner to fuck him good. His
asscrack had evaporated. There was just one big hole filled with
hammering meat.
The experienced buttfucker pursued his anal assaults steadily and
Kung squirmed under him, crying out as a thundering orgasm possessed
his body. A few droplets of sperm squirted from his young peter,
confirming the achievement.
"OHH OHHH OHH OHH OHH!" Richard screamed at the ceiling, feeling the
strangling anus on his cock. He resumed his intercourse with the energy
of a man on a mission. Again and again I witnessed the steely cock fly
into the boy's bubble butt. Always harder and harder, faster and
faster. Until cringing his teeth, Richard pulled out, shedding
awkwardly his condom to ejaculate on the child's back.
His spunk shot far in gooey ropes of sticky cream. More than
earlier that afternoon. Painting the kid's brown skin with a coat of
white liquid. The last ten spurts landed in Kung's gaping asshole. Some of
them disappearing straight into his insides.
CHAPTER 2.
I eluded Richard the next day, to meditate. During the evening, I
walked through the red light district, sipping on a drink in the most
famous chicken hawk joints. Going there just to observe the flabby men
cuddle their young playthings openly.
Rain constrained me to step inside a strip bar and I watched the
go-go boys do their thing, getting hard by the erotic spectacle of
their glistening bodies undulating. Some were as young as thirteen and
fourteen. The audience applauded them with more sass when they dropped
their string bikinis, exposing their fuzzy pubes.
On the strike of midnight, I lurched on the humid streets to hail a
taxi. There was a young teenager roaming in front of my hotel when I
got off. I approached the undisguised pimp with my heart racing. He was very
handsome even though his nose was flat in the middle of his face. The red
bandana around his forehead had dollar signs on it.
"I want two boys. Young boys." I announced slowly.
"OK OK" the drugged teenager responded. "How much?"
"100. I want boys that can do everything. Room 3 0 4." I added, pointing
discreetly to my hotel.
"OK OK! Everything. Room 304. OK OK!" the adolescent repeated.
Waiting on the bed half drunk, I wondered if the go-between had
understood me properly. The two kids that showed up made me realize
that my total lack of confidence in the teen's comprehension of English was
uncalled for. They almost ignored me and dashed to the bathroom.
As they undressed, I noticed that the younger boy was shy and
fidgeting, probably coerced into the job by other street boys. I
remembered Richard telling me that the new recruits were often
deflowered by an older teen. My mind reeled with the idea that it had
been the case for this sheepish lad.
Adopting sign language to communicate with the children, I tried to
get them to tell me their age. A compelling task. They used their
fingers to show me that one was eleven and the other one nine.
Extracting a name out of their mouths was even more excruciating.
In the end, they were nude on the tiles, looking at each other
quizzically. The more mature lad figured where I was going and said
'Narong'. The other kid imitating his buddy mouthed the word
'Shoi'.
While they showered, I examined their beautiful hairless bodies.
The kids lathered themselves, giggling and screaming. They cleaned
thoroughly their shrivelled dickies and in between their round buns.
The shy boy Shoi had slanting eyes that made him look sad. Both kids'
heads had been shaved recently and there was only an inch of dark hair
on their scalps. The older boy was getting aroused as I was. His slim
pole pointed straight ahead. As I contemplated his excitement to be
naked with the other boy, I knew he would be the ideal subject for
what I had in store.
They towelled off and rested their little asses obediently on the
edge of the bed, their twinkly eyes lingering on my silhouette. To
confirm my suspicion, I caressed the nine-year-old's leg. He backed
away from me. The small child was new to this. On the other hand, Narong
accepted my fingers between his thighs. I cupped his little nuts and kneaded
them in the palm of my hand.
With the most explicit gestures. I made a crude attempt to explain
what I wanted to watch. The naked duo shook their heads. Resorting to
the simplest form of communication, I pointed to one boy's dick and to
the other boy's mouth. Then to the older kid's dick and Shoi's butt.
They smiled slyly at each other, relieved I did not want to
participate.
The two boys played with their peckers. Narong was the expert and he
coaxed the small boy to relax. His caressed fondled amorously the skin of
the nine-year-old. I dragged my chair right next to the bed,
whipping out my hard cock to masturbate in front of the hot show.
Narong began licking his friend's nutsack, his wiggly tongue tasting
the drawn testicles. He traced the length of the little kid's penis
and suckled the tiny dickhead in his mouth. Shoi rolled on his back,
spreading his legs wide for the delicious tongue of his buddy. The
older boy slobbered over his genitals. He ran his tongue lower in
the kid's asscrack, which made him moan like crazy.
Narong placed two fingers on the rim of the child's anus and opened
it, exposing the pink flesh of the orifice. I was going nuts, jacking
my steely cock madly as the experienced boy tongue fucked that
delicate hole.
Shoi's toes were curled up. He cooed incessantly from the wet
tickling. Narong's mouth returned to his pricklet and siphoned it
fast this time. His full lips were really flying, swallowing to the
root the hard peg. The nine-year-old bucked his hips, stomping his
bottom on the mattress with the jolts of his dry orgasm. His eyes were
frozen as if he had seen the boogeyman. The brief moment of ecstasy
passed too quickly. He giggled and grabbed his penis, totally
ecstatic, from the naughty sex play.
The older lad stretched on his back passively and called the
bubbly tyke to him. I marvelled at the master's serene attitude. He
was a great teacher. Very patient with the novice tentatively licking
his three-inch peter. With his hand behind the kid's neck, he guided
him on his crotch, whispering his demands. The child proceeded
obediently, curiosity driving his ministrations.
I was stunned by the image of the laddie engulfing the entire
nutsack of Narong. His cheeks bulged out comically because of the
substantial mouthful. He slid his lips up the shaft and grasped it in
his sticky paws to feast on its glistening head. A wicked smile
adorned his cute mug. He flicked the tip of his tongue at the bloated
glans, much to the satisfaction of his tutor.
Shoi was truly devoted to his task. Even though his little cavity
could not fit all of the big kidcock, he stuffed the hard-on as far
as he could into it. Suckling it, suctioning the vibrant flesh.
I hurled a bottle of lotion at Narong to indicate my desire of
seeing them copulate. It was to be the first time I would watch
children fuck. I silently prayed my prick would survive through the
whole thing.
Again, Narong gently arranged the tableau, orienting the youngster
on all fours, his lovely behind facing me. He lubricated his erect
pecker quickly, and climbed on Shoi's back, one knee on the bed covers. I
almost died gazing the at the couple ready to unite. Narong's bone was
gleaming, pointing at the puckered bull's-eye. He pushed against the virgin
sphincter and Shoi's plaintive wails echoed in the room. The brown ring of
flesh expanded, clamping all around the intruding mass. I could see all the
vivid details of the anal penetration. Narong pushed some more, plunging his
erection into the narrow opening. His dick vanished slowly, until his
ballbag lay flat against the smooth hairless crack.
After the initial grimaces of pain, Shoi's face beamed. The small
boy purred, surrendering to the quiet rhythm of the languorous sodomy.
The couple was beautiful. Their bodies lean and gracious, skin the
colour of a bronze velvet tapestry, except for the pale soles of their
feet. Narong gradually pumped the child's butt harder, following the
road to his pre-pubescent nirvana. Their raspy grunts punctuated my
arousal. I hissed loudly, working hard to control my pleasure.
Narong gripped his partner by the chest and keeled to his flank,
raising the youngin's short leg into the air. All the time, fucking
him, slamming his boydick into that adorable brown boytail. The supple
acrobats twirled on the bed, laughing and yelling out of glee. Narong
twisted the elfin child like a puppet. At times, pounding into him
from the front or bouncing wildly on his back.
Shoi's body was like silly putty in his hands. The kid let himself
be dragged by the ankles to be bent-over the edge of the bed, without
as much as a peep of protest. The frantic spectacle had me dizzy. No
matter in what awkward position they were, Narong always seemed to
find his friend's dilated red bumhole. He was sodomizing him to the
hilt, clenching him firmly, rutting like a dog in heat. So much so,
that his balls flailed. I feared one would get out of its sac and hit
me in the eye. Their groans were glorious, an hymn of joy.
The bigger boy hauled his lover on his stomach. He was obscene,
parting the kid's buns to show me his enlarged anus before he slipped
into it. I was front row centre for the last scene of the erotic
party. Narong grasped the child under the knees and rammed his penis
up his rectum. The skinny boy was trapped on his belly, immobilized in
the grip of his master.
The hard fucking that followed had Shoi chanting. His body shuddered with
each massive thrust. His cute erection wobbled left and right. He wanked his
pee-pee with two digits and the cries of his second climax ripped in the
night.
My seed boiled at the base of my cock. It exploded in the air as
Narong crammed his dick deep up the ass of the tyke. I ejaculated a
bucket, ruining my shirt. The boy's orgasm was a grand thing. His
muscles quivered, his face glowed. He held on to the covers with his
fists, crying an aria of blissful moans.
As the boys left the hotel room, two policemen strolled in the
corridor with loaded riffles. They weren't there for me. The close call was
enough to scare me shitless. I stayed far away from the urban urchins the
next day and never did have extensive sex with any of them.
On the last day, I visited Richard at his restaurant. He accepted
the fact I couldn't dare take one of these children in my bed. He was
slightly disappointed though, that I had not tasted the sexual freedom
of the exotic land. Perhaps the next time.
Again, his magical hands prepared a feast fit for a king. The
sumptuous free meal was absolutely divine. I hugged him and proposed a
gracious invitation if ever he was in L.A.
"I don't wanna go back. My place is here forever." he confided. "Have
you thought about the package?"
"Yes. I'm not sure I want to carry the videotape through customs..."
"That's ok! I can't tell you what's on it. All I can say is you don't
have to worry about it! Trust me."
"I dunno." I whined, crumbling under the weight of my guilt. The man
had been so generous and friendly. How could I deny him the simple
deed?
"Tell you what." he brightened, slipping the cartridge in my bag. "You
can deliver it at the address on the box OR if you feel I'm asking for
too much, just throw it away before boarding the plane."
I nodded on the deal and said my final goodbyes, before rushing to
the airport. Much to my surprise, I kept the mysterious movie, trying
to forget about it on the 747. It was on American soil that the grave
danger of my actions hit me like a ton of bricks. I sweated like a
pig, waiting in line for my turn to pass the interrogation at the
gate.
The custom's officer noticed my nervousness. My hands were shaking. I was
smuggling child porno dammit! A stupid mistake! These guys were
trained to sniff that stuff. I could picture myself being escorted in
some office after they had searched my luggage. I could see three
policemen surrounding me while they popped the evidence in the
machine. I could feel the ultimate humiliation as the images of young
Asian boys getting sodomized filled the screen of a small monitor.
"Got something to declare?" the fellow demanded.
"Erh.. no! I didn't bring back anything..."
A loud thud resonated. He stamped my passport. It was the most
beautiful sound I had ever heard. I scurried away to the exit,
checking to make sure my bags were sealed properly, obsessing at the
thought of the VHS tape jumping out of a breach, when I was so near
the end of the perilous adventure.
I sighed heavily upon unlocking the door to my bachelor. The
dreadful experience had drained all of my energy. I put to damn video
in the VCR and watched the TV intently. The presence of Richard in the
movie startled me. He was alone, sitting on a bar stool, speaking
softly.
"Hello son! This is your dad! You have probably grown a lot since I
last saw you. I know your mother tells you it's best that you don't
meet me. And she's right..."
THE END.