A visit from the girls.

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A visit from the girls.One of my early sexual encounters that I remember best was when I was eighteen or nineteen at a church youth weekend away. Two or three times a year a bunch of the teenagers at the church my parents took me to went away for a weekend of games, country walks and uplifting talks. After all these years I’ve forgotten some of the detail so in places I’ve added details which being a sex mad teen boy I’m sure would have happened.There would be about four of us boys in a dormitory. I still remember how moments after lights out, in the darkness around me the beds would start rattling and the bedclothes would start rustling, mine included, as we masturbated. Bed by bed it would rise to a frantic crescendo accompanied by boys’ stifled grunts. As we got older, up in our dormitories before lights out we would discuss the girls, describing in juicy detail what we’d like to do with them. Out would come the porn magazines and some boys brought “borrowed” sisters’ or mothers’ panties. We’d browse porn, sometimes just in our underpants or the girls’ panties or even naked. We masturbated together showing off the size, stiffness, uprightness and hairiness of our sex kit. We would try to impress each other with our wanking technique, seeing who could shoot furthest or the most, or hold back longest. We’d often hand job each other. Then one night it happened.The four of us boys were up in our dormitory after an evening meeting just before lights out. We were in our underpants and had the porn magazines out. One of the boys, a randy lad called Kevin, announced out of the blue that he’d persuaded two of the girls to come to our dormitory for some fun. He’d no sooner said it when the door opened and in they walked. I’ve forgotten their names so I’ll call them Ann and Becky. They were average pretty girls our age, Ann blonde, Becky brunette, with decent figures. I’d probably wanked lusting for them lots of times. They were both in bathrobes, but as soon as the door was closed behind them they took their robes off. Underneath they were just in bras and panties, Ann in white and Becky in pastel blue. In spite of our previous bravado we boys just sat there staring incredulously at them.Ann picked up a porn magazine, leafed through it and held it open at a centrefold of a girl not much older than ümraniye escort herself sprawled nude on a bed.“If you want to see us like this, let’s see some cock first” she said. Ann saying that broke the ice. Moments later all us boys were standing there stark naked thrusting our cocks toward the girls. At that age we were all well hung with dicks almost six inches erect, very hairy round our balls, and all hard up nearly vertical. I guess it was partly the group pressure of the other boys as well as sheer lust that made me do it. At school I’d often pulled my trousers and briefs down just below my balls to show my naked cock briefly to girls for hand jobs in the bushes on the walk home from school. But till then I’d never shown myself completely naked with my cock up to a girl. I remember how incredibly exciting it felt, infinitely more erotic than those quickie hand jobs. I also remember it felt like my penis was having the biggest, stiffest erection of its life.Then the girls took off their bras and panties. By that age I’d seen innumerable nude girls in porn. In those hand job sessions girls had opened their blouses and pulled their bras down and lifted their skirts and dropped their white schoolgirl knickers down round their thighs. That way I’d had brief glimpses and gropes of real live girls’ breasts, bottoms, legs and cunts and run my fingers through girls’ pubic hair. But nothing equalled that first sight of real live completely naked girls. Seeing them move was the most erotic. Their firm young breasts bounced and swung, cheeky round bottoms quivered and gleamed under the lights, their smooth thighs swayed and spread displaying the neat bushes of cunt hair between their legs.Our hands were all over Ann and Becky straight away, feeling breasts legs and bottoms, ruffling cunt hair and exploring the secrets of vaginas. The girls gave as good as they got, snuggling their soft smooth naked bodies up against mine, caressing my chest and getting their hands down between my legs feeling my straining hard penis, cuddling my balls, tickling my bum and thighs. I’d been naked together with my school days “wank buddy” boy friend (I’ve written about him elsewhere) lots of times, and we’d done just about everything a couple of boys discovering sex together can do kadıköy escort together, wanking, hand jobbing, the lot. But that first experience of being hands on with naked girls was beyond anything I’d ever experienced with him!My cock was aching hard and I was desperate to jerk my load. I managed to hold back even with a naked girl playing with my sex kit, but one of the boys couldn’t. One of the girls was fingering his sex kit and he had his hands all over her tits and bum. I heard him grunt “Oh fuck!” and the girl squealed as his jet of semen spurted out across the floor.A couple of us put the girls’ panties on just for fun and paraded round in them. They were very brief and our cocks pushed them out in huge cones till they slipped out of them and stuck up above the waistband. The girls thought that was great fun. We playfully pretended we wanted to keep the girls’ panties but we let the girls have them back if they took their panties off us themselves and kissed our cocks as a price for returning them. I still remember standing there with my hard cock pushing out Ann’s panties in a huge cone with Ann squatting nude in front of me. She pulled her white panties down stretched round my thighs just below my balls. My cock was arching up rock hard in front of me. Ann kissed my cock head then took the whole of my knob into her mouth, rolled her tongue over it and slid her lips up and down my shaft a couple of times. I nearly jerked off in her mouth. I masturbated for ages afterwards thinking about Ann doing that to me.We got the girls to do some of the nude poses from the magazines that turned us on most. I can’t remember all the poses the girls did, but it wasn’t just looking but hands on as well. I do remember they showed us what even by then I knew were sex positions for boys to fuck girls in. I vividly remember Becky on her back with her legs wide and folded up with her knees near her shoulders like in missionary. I got so excited at seeing her like that I got my head down between her spread thighs pressing my face against her moist hairy pussy and she squeezed my head between her soft warm thighs. One of the girls squealed:“Come on boys let’s see you wank!”We didn’t need much encouragement! Ann was kneeling wide legged on one of the beds and Becky was on all fours bostancı escort next to her. A couple of the boys quickly bagged the prime position of standing in front of the girls with their cocks aimed at them and so they could easily play with the girls tits and cunts as they masturbated. I wasn’t put out by that. I found the sight of Becky’s bottom when she was on all fours incredibly erotic. Her smooth rounded bum cheeks gleamed under the lights, her thighs were spread wide and her vagina slit and dark haired bush peeped out below her bum cheeks. I got kneeling behind Becky on the bed and had an exquisite long fondle of her bum and her thighs, and reached under her between her spread thighs to play with her hairy pussy. Becky obviously liked what I was doing. In response to my exploring hand between her legs she spread her thighs even wider. I poked my cock head into her bum crack then I started masturbating. Wanking solo is exquisite, wanking over pictures of nude girls in hot poses in porn adds spice, but wanking with a real live naked girl to ogle, to watch me wank and especially for my spare hand to play with was something beyond my wildest dreams. I stroked and tugged my cock with one hand, and with my spare hand I fondled Becky’s soft round bum, tickled her down her bum crack, stroked her incredibly smooth thighs and reached under her to fondle her cunt. With my cock head nestling in the valley between her cheeks my hand patted Becky’s bottom with every stroke as my hand slid up over my cock head. I heard the other boys’ grunts and Ann and Becky’s excited squeals as the boys spurted their semen over the girls. I held back and edged to prolong my wanking pleasure. When I came I rammed my cock head into Becky’s bum crack with that involuntary reflex thrust when a guy’s hips think he’s thrusting into a woman, and my knob slid up the valley between her bum cheeks. My semen spurted into Becky’s bum crack, over her bottom and over the backs of her thighs. It was getting late and we reluctantly watched the girls put their underwear back on, wrap themselves in their bathrobes and leave to creep stealthily back to their dormitory. We boys went to bed. As you’d expect after all that my cock wouldn’t go down. I relieved it by hand in the usual way. From the rattling, rustling and grunts rising to a crescendo around me in the darkness I could tell the other boys were feeling the same.I went on a couple more church youth weekends after that. Though there was plenty of porn, panties, wanking and hand jobbing, our dormitories were never visited by girls again.

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Sorry Mom!!!I went over to see my mother about a month ago and I’d arranged to stayover for the night. Imagine my surprise when I got to her house just after 5 pm – my Mom’snew friend, Marcus was there. I was doubly shocked, that she’d forgotten that I was comingover and he was so much younger than her. Tho’ he was older than me. I could see whyMom had latched on to him – he was sex on legs and saw him tenting his trousers almostas soon as our eyes met.I’ve GOT to have some of what he’s giving my mother, I thought. So I started stalking him.First, I cornered him in the kitchen and after running my hand over the nice long hardbulge in his jeans offered him a good gobbling in the kitchen whilst mom was out in thegarden.At first, he’s reluctant but considering I’m so young, hot, sexy, and seductive comparedwith my mother, he can’t resist my horny offer. I quickly unzipped his jeans and yanked out histhrobbing cock. I eagerly gulp it into my wet mouth, tasting his pre-cum as I do.Delicious – I want a huge flood of his spunk to fill my mouth and trickle-downmy throat – I thought as I pumped his tool and sucked and licked his rock-hard cock.I bobbed away on his creamy cock as he gently pressed against the back of my headpushing the istanbul escort cut head of his sperm shooter to the back of my throat. I pulled my mouthback so that when Marcus shot his wad I’d be able to rinse it round my palette and over mytongue before gulping it down.I thought that he was just about to fill my hungry mouth with his steaming stream ofcream when we heard the garden door close so we had to make an emergency stop.We almost got caught by my mother, Marcus had a cook’s apron on so was able to dropthat over his spittle covered, seconds from unloading, rampant cunt filler.After dinner, we all sat on mom’s large sofa with her in the middle – no chance of himaccidentally brushing his arm against my hard nipples or us feeling each other’s ass.Mom’s not a heavy drinker but I noticed that during the movie we were watching, Marcustook every opportunity to top up mom’s wine glass and I was certain I saw him slipsome strong Vodka into her drink too.Soon my mother was nodding off and being bedtime we all had a night-cap and Marcushelped her upstairs.I was SO horny by now that I started to masturbate there on the sofa. I wanted totake all my clothes off so I ran up avcılar escort to my room, stripped down, laid on the bed and triedto get myself off thinking of Marcus’s cock in my mouth and then in my tight youngcunt. But that was not enough and I couldn’t cum, The more I think of his rod shafting methe more I can’t make it. There’s only one thing for it, I’ll just have to get the real thing.I decide to go across to my mother’s room.She was out like a light and snoring hard. Marcus was sitting up with a small light on readinga porno magazine and gently stroking himself. As I entered the room he threw back thecover and gave me a look of “What took you so long?”So I immediately start sucking my mom’s boyfriend’s cock while my mother sleeps nextto us dead to the world. Marcus and I agree that rather than going to my room and riskgetting caught there, we’d better fuck right there on mom’s bed.OMG, it was even better than I’d imagined it would be. And even extra HOT to be fucking Marcus inthe same bed as my sleeping mother. Marcus was able to edge forever so we were able tofuck in every position in the book. I can’t recall how many times I came… I seemed tobe having one orgasm after another.Marcus purred şirinevler escort in my ear that he really couldn’t hold out any longer and did I want him to cumoutside my cunt or shoot his load up my love tunnel. As much as I wanted to drink his juice, Ialso wanted to be able to milk every last drop out of his balls as I rippled my cunt walls onhis throbbing cock.”Cum inside me Marcus, do it NOW MARCUS!!!.”FUCK!!!!!!, we both came so hard.Marcus shot a huge load up my cunt and I milked him dry. Soon he grabbed a cotton handkerchief and mopped up our creampie as he slowly slipped his cock out of my cunt. That way there wouldn’t be a huge wet patch on the bed to give us away.I kissed his shrinking cock tasting our combined juices. Then kissed his lips and pushed my cum soaked tongue into his mouth so he could taste our mix of juice and cream. He loved it, rubbed his fingers over my pussy and we both sucked them clean.I quickly went back to my room and got myself off another 3 or 4 times as I licked myfingers tasting Marcus and his super seed-filled cream which was still leaking out of my hot andhappy twat.In the morning when I woke up,Marcus had left for work and mom was still snoring soI left her a Thank you note and went back home. Now, I can’t stop thinking of him, and I’ve tried anyway possible to connect with him again; or any big black cock for that matter. So to all the bbc sluts out there, I must say that I completely and fully understand now. I guess what they say is actually true that once you go black……………… well, you know that rest.

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My New Neighbours

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My New NeighboursI noticed recently that a new family had moved in opposite, I had seen the woman a couple of times, she was quite cute in a plain sort of way, early 30’s at a guess and quite a slim figure but I didn’t know until yesterday that she had a daughter, I had never seen a man so thought it could be interesting.The first time I saw Lucy (the daughter) was yesterday morning, I had got out of bed and pulled the curtains and saw her come out her front door in her school uniform.Good job the window ledge was there otherwise she would have seen me totally naked instead of just topless, she looked up and smiled as she walked past, I smiled back and thought no more of it.Later that day I decided to take a shower and was up in my bedroom about to undress when I noticed that Lucy had the bedroom overlooking mine and she was standing by the window, slightly behind the curtain but definitely visible and she was looking directly into my room, Wow! I thought and pretended that I hadn’t seen her and casually started to undress for my shower. I got a buzz when I took off my shirt knowing that I had an audience and as I dropped my shorts I realized that from her window she could see much lower on my body and as I glanced across I am sure I saw a smile on her face.I was getting a semi as I jumped in the shower which nearly turned into a full blown erection as I thought about my new admirer, I quickly finished my shower and grabbing a towel returned to the bedroom to dry myself and much to my delight Lucy was still there in the window waiting.I stood back as far as I could giving her a full body view as I slowly dried myself with my now fully erect cock in full view of the window and from the occasional glance I could see she was enjoying the view; she was not looking out the window by accident.As I dried my cock and balls I made sure I rubbed my throbbing erection enough to be completely dry giving her the view of me basically wanking into a towel and this time I looked up at her and returned her smile. Oops, that proved to be the wrong move because for whatever reason, maybe embarrassment, she immediately disappeared from the window, leaving me with cock in hand and an empty theatre.I waited around for a while but she didn’t return so I carried on with my day thinking that I must get up to see if I get the same smile as she leaves for school.As I woke up and opened the curtains I could see her bedroom curtains still closed but as she was due to leave any minute I assumed she just forgot. Bingo! I saw the door open and Lucy appear, she stood on her doorstep a few seconds searching her bag to make sure she had everything which gave me a few seconds to look at her.She was about 5ft nothing, quite slim and had on a white blouse and a black pleated skirt which was probably too short but certainly showed off her slim legs so who was I to complain.She checked all is well and as she turned she looked straight at me; I did see half a smile as she walked past but soon disappeared into the distance. I slipped on my robe and headed down to make some coffee and realized I hadn’t put the recycling bin out the front, as I opened the door I saw Lucy’s mother coming out the front door to do exactly the same which was the best icebreaker ever!“Great minds and all that” came the softly spoken voice from across the path, there kadıköy escort is a path separating the two rows of houses and just a small front garden so it just shows how close the bedroom windows are!! Peepers paradise.“Sharon is the name” she said, “What’s yours?” she asked“Nice to meet you Sharon, I’m Frank” I replied realizing we are both dressed in robes which again caused a bit of a laugh, “Good taste in robes too Frank” she said with a giggle as she too realized the similarity.We had a bit of a chat and I realized that Sharon was not the sharpest tool in the shed, she was pleasant enough and very sweet and I don’t know why I said it but it just came out, “I just put some coffee on, would you like a cup?” and much to my surprise she told me I was a life saver as she had run out of milk,“I’ll just grab me fags and key then Frank” she replied chirpily so I returned to the kitchen leaving the front door open.Within a minute Sharon appeared shutting the door behind her and stood in the kitchen doorway still in her robe, she saw me look her up and down, “Oh don’t worry Frank, you’re quite safe, I do have underwear on” she quipped with a smileI looked up at her widening my grin, “I don’t” I said and her gaze immediately dropped however at this point there was no physical evidence to support my claim although with her dressed like that I couldn’t guarantee for how long.“Come in and sit down” I said pointing to a stool which she not so gracefully climbed up on giving me a perfect view of her white panties, I think she was determined to get a reaction under my gown, she crossed her legs as I poured the coffee nearly spilling it as I glanced at the excess thigh that was on view.I stood by the counter as we chatted, Sharon told me all about their life, she was a single mother having had Lucy when she was very young and they are more like sisters, Lucy had never met her dad and missed not having a father figure in her life and had become a bit shy and reserved.She was at that curious age and needed guidance and I got the impression she was a bit simple, Sharon worked odd hours in the hospitality industry although she wouldn’t tell me exactly what she did and even confided that it was difficult helping her with homework due to the lack of education that she had received, in a way it was a bit of a sad story but also gave me plenty of options.I didn’t let on that she was looking in my window even though Sharon was a bit flirty and we seemed to strike up a good rapport, I mean, how often do you meet a new neighbour and end up drinking coffee in just robes and I could see she kept glancing down as we spoke, luckily the old man was behaving himself.“Maybe you could help Frank” she quipped as she finished her coffee and at first I thought she was coming on to me for a date, “How can I help Sharon?” I asked intrigued as to how she would answer.“Hmm, well maybe you could sit with her until I get home from work and maybe help her with her homework” she said with a pleading look on her face, “Would you do that for a damsel in distress?” she asked hopefully.What could I say, she was trusting me to look after her daughter while she worked and I was only happy to help,“Of course, I would be happy to help her in any way üsküdar escort I can” I said with a smile while reaching out to pat her naked knee, she put her hand on mine and gently squeezed it which sent shivers down my spine and also the inevitable spasm under my robe, I am sure she saw my cock twitch as she squeezed my hand again.“Oh thank you Frank” she said softly with a smile, “You have saved my life” she continued letting go of my hand. “I am sure Lucy will benefit and underneath her shy exterior she is a good girl really, just give her time as she struggles to pick up things” she informed me as she jumped down from the stool giving my lower regions another glance.As she was leaving she stopped to give me a hug and I could feel the warmth of her slim body against mine, I was sure she felt my semi hard cock against her, she smiled, “We must do this again sometime Frank, it was good meeting you”I smiled back nodding my head, “You too Sharon, Send Lucy over this afternoon and we can have a chat” I said with a smile, “Thank you Frank” she replied and I watched her walk back to her house, she had a nice little figure under that robe, definitely potential for later, she turned and waved as she disappeared into her house.I decided to go grab a quick shower and do some chores before Lucy arrived as I didn’t want to give her the wrong impression, I was up in my bedroom and had just slipped my robe off when I looked up and saw Sharon pulling Lucy’s bedroom curtains, I froze as I looked across and saw Sharon standing there in a daze staring directly at my naked body, surely someone will break the iceWe were both in what seemed like suspended animation, frozen to the spot but it was Sharon who moved first, she gave a gentle wave and I saw her smile having now seen what was under my robe even though it was soft and hanging.I smiled back before moving out of the line of view and off to shower thinking to myself that now she has seen me naked it will make our next coffee morning interesting.When I returned Sharon had gone so I slipped on a pair of low cut sports shorts and a tee shirt, did my chores and had a beer while waiting for my visitor, I had decided not to mention the window incident unless she brought it up as I didn’t want to embarrass the poor girl.I was on my third beer and had just fired up my second smoke when the doorbell went, I got up and had a good buzz when I went to the door.My jaw dropped as I opened the door, Lucy was standing there looking very coy and shy and a little embarrassed coming face to face with me after yesterday, “Hello Sir, I’m Lucy” she said almost apologetically. I needed to make her welcome and quickly as she didn’t seem comfortable,I put on my best chirpy voice, “Oh Hi Lucy, I’m Frank, please come in” and I got a brief smile as she walked into the hallway, she placed her bag down and slipped off her shoes leaving her tiny feet in just her little white ankle socks.I showed her into the lounge looking at her black pleated skirt which was a little on the short side but gave a nice view of her smooth bare legs, her white blouse neatly tucked in. She sat on the sofa with her hands on her knees which were tight together.I needed to loosen her up a bit, “Would you like some juice Lucy?” I asked with a smile, she looked down tuzla escort at the table and then back up to me, “Yes please sir, Oh and I see you smoke too!” and I got a brief smile which told me that I would soon have her feeling comfortable, plus I wouldn’t have to smoke alone.I handed her the juice and sat in my chair opposite as she took a mouthful, I looked across at her, “Do you smoke?” I asked as I fired up again, her smile came back and as she reached across to put the drink on the table her legs opened and gave me a nice flash of her white panties, she had the same taste as her mother it seems.“Yes I do” she said softly having no idea of the flash she just gave me, I handed her the smoke and I could tell this wasn’t the first she has had, she didn’t cough or choke and held it in before exhaling like a true pro, “Wow sir, the juice is awesome and the smoke even better” she said with a nice smile now and as she reached across to get her drink she once again showed me up her kilt, what a great place to put the table.This time I got a prolonged look as Lucy was careful not to spill any as the smoke affected her head and could see how puffy her panties were tight between her legs, she soon sat upright to take another mouthful but didn’t quite put her knees together which again gave me a glimpse of white triangle.We chatted as we shared the smoke and she opened up quite a considerable amount as the smoke and juice started to take effect, she was happy and was unaware she was flashing her panties. She told me a lot about her life, not the smartest but once she opens up she has a good personality and we seemed to be getting very at ease with each other.“Want some more juice Lucy?” I asked and as she nodded she leant over to get her glass once again giving me an open leg shot up her skirt, I was sure she saw me looking as she smiled as she straightened up handing me the glass, she could certainly see the slight bulge appearing inside my shorts.I returned to the kitchen to fill up her glass and grabbed myself another beer, I was buzzing as I returned so I can’t imagine how she was feeling, I think the smoke was a bit strong and she did hit it hard.As I returned she looked up at me totally zoned out with a big smile on her face and reached out to take the glass and took a big gulp, “Ahh, dry throat” she sighed and then had a fit of the giggles.I returned to my seat as Lucy reached across to put her glass down and I don’t know if it was real or just my imagination but it was like she did it in slow motion with a long freeze frame with her legs at their widest, OMG! I could feel my cock rising and couldn’t control it.“Oh WOW sir, I feel um.. I feel um.. good sir” she stuttered as she straightened up giggling which then started me off giggling, the next few minutes were crazy with us both feeling the buzz. With all the laughing Lucy hadn’t realized that her skirt had ridden up and was almost around her waist giving me the ultimate view of her tiny panties which I must say had seen better days as the edges were frayed and a few holes appearing.We regained our composure and Lucy then realized her skirt had hitched up and pulled it down back into place much to my dismay but she did smile when she glanced across to my lap and saw the sideways bulge inside my shorts.“So what homework do you have?” I asked and she took a deep breath, “Ah, it’s human anatomy sir but I’m scared to ask mum for help” she sighed and seemed upset as it was obvious that she struggled on this subject, “Don’t worry Lucy, I will help you if you get stuck” I said reassuringly, she looked up smiling, “Really sir?, will you really?” she asked and I was only to happy to offer my assistance.To Be Continued….

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The boys vacation club

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The boys vacation clubBoy Vacations Inc.SummaryBoy Vacations, Inc. caters to people who are willing to pay a small fortune on their vacations. These people spend weeks at Boy Vacation’s various resorts, all over the world. They are all men, and although some bring their sons, none are coming for what you might call a ‘family holiday’. These men are paying to have sex with boys. It is that simple. We bring them to a resort, they have boys at their disposal, and we bring them back. And they pay. They pay well.This was the world of Claude Ericson, heir to the Boy Vacations’ empire.Publ. 2002 (Nifty, ch. 1-2 only); this site Jan 2013-Jan 2014Finished 52,500 words (105 pages)CharactersClaude Ericson – a pilot and heir to Boy Vacations, Inc. (29yo), Steve – ‘his boy’ (14yo), John Smithson – a guest at Ericson Island (47yo), Kyle – his son (13yo), Klaus – one of the boys working at the island resort (15yo), Ivan – the torturer (55yo), Ali, an Arab boy (13yo), Abdullah, Ali’s father (55yo), Jack Wilkinson, a rich Texas oil man (52yo), Marcel, a flight attendant (15yo), Jim Horton, the wrestling team coach (25yo), and the Gwinnett Warriors (10-13yo) and various other Boy Vacations staff personnel including Col. Max Thorn USMC (Ret.) (55yo) head of security at Boy Vacations Florida..Table of ContentsStopover At HeathrowArriving At The IslandTelevision, Island StyleSpecial Services, Island StyleEn Route To New YorkAnything For The State DepartmentEn Route To Orlando With An Atlanta StopoverSettling In At The Florida ResortFun In The Swimming PoolFather Doesn’t Always Know BestLater That EveningEine Kleine NachtmusikMorning Fun and GamesConsequencesReasons WhyEpilogue – The Following Day, Late AfternoonChapter IStopover At Heathrow”Bravo-Victor-Zero-Niner-Three; Cleared for landing, runway 09L. Vacate right at sierra, Winds 110 at 5 knots.” The monotonal tower controller droned over the radio.”Cleared to land, runway 09L, vacate right onto sierra taxiway, windscopied. Bravo-Victor-Zero-Niner-Three,” I replied, keeping the heavy 747 aligned with the runway, and on its glideslope. My co-pilot, Marc, gently pulled back on the four throttle levers, and the engines quietened. Moments later, the landing gear touched the asphalt, and I lowered the nosewheel onto the runway.A few minutes later, Marc had taken control, and was taxiing the heavy bird to the stand. I picked up the intercom handset, and pressed the button to address the passengers.”Good Evening everybody, this is your captain again. Welcome to London Heathrow – we are currently taxiing to our gate. You will be collected by cars to bring you home. We hope the rest of your excursion is pleasurable, and thank you for flying with Boy Vacations.”We arrived at our gate, which attached to the Boy Vacations Building. I left Marc to proceed with the shutting down of the engines, and, clad in my dark blue jacket, I strolled downstairs to meet the disembarking passengers. These passengers were worth the platitude. These were people who paid upwards of half a million dollars for their vacation. These people had just spent weeks at Boy Vacation’s various resorts, all over the world. They were all men, and although some brought their sons, none were coming back from a ‘family holiday’. These men were paying to have sex with boys. It was that simple. We brought them to a resort, they had boys at their disposal, and we brought them back. And they paid. They paid well.As for me – my name is Claude Erickson. At the time this story is set, I was 29 years old. My father was the sole shareholder of Boy Vacations, and I worked as a pilot. Needless to say, the job paid well, and seeing as I was sole heir to the entire company, I wasn’t complaining. The company owned five small islands, brothels around the world for our ‘cheaper’ customers, and large boy resorts in the Americas, Europe and Australia. It also owned many aircraft, ranging from large 747″s to Learjets and Cessnas for executive and VIP use. In all, it was a multi-billion dollar company.Instead of average, run-of-the-mill flight attendants, Boy Vacations used the older boys (12-15) as stewards. They wore no uniforms, and served the passengers (in all conceivable ways) while naked.After the aircraft was locked up and the boys were escorted to the dormitories to rest, I walked down the docking jetty into the Boy Vacations terminal. The waiting areas were expensively decorated, and attendants, similar to the boys on the plane, stood in various areas, to assist the customers. The waiting area was moderately busy today – there was a flight departing in three hours for one of our islands, and most of the customers liked to arrive early, to make the most of the facilities. Coincidentally, I was captaining that flight.I took the elevator to my office on the top floor. The office doubled as a penthouse apartment. The exterior walls were made of glass, to allow me to look over the airport. I met my personal attendant, Steve, a f******n-year-old boy. I had picked him as my personal attendant two years ago, when my previous attendant had wanted to continue his education. Steve did everything for me, from taking calls and arranging my schedule, to pleasing me sexually. As such, I considered him more important than the other boys, so he got to sleep with me, he got paid, and he was allowed to wear clothes when we were in public. He was more like a son than an attendant, and I treated him like that. He called me ‘Dad’ and I called him ‘Son’. I was actually in the process of adopting him, so he would be mine, instead of belonging to the company, like the other boys.”Good morning, son,” I greeted him, smiling. “Hiya Dad!” He exclaimed, his naked body running towards me, to hug me. I picked him up.”Any calls?””Yep. Mr. Wilkinson rang to ask if you could pick him up in tomorrow. I booked him for five o’clock in the afternoon. He’ll be at JFK. I booked one of the drivers too,” he told me, referring to our best customer, Mr. Wilkinson, who spent his money carelessly, usually with us at the receiving end.”Good boy. Did you book one of the Learjets?””No Dad, he wanted to be picked up in the special 747. I booked it. He says he’ll pay us more,” he replied. I was delighted – the special 747 was fitted out like a house – no, a palace inside, instead of like a normal aircraft. It had separate rooms, comfortable beds, offices, lounges. It was reserved for our top customers.”Good. You know what that means?””What?””It means you get a bonus,” I said, stuffing two one hundred dollar bills into the pocket of his trousers on the chair. (Heathrow was only a hub, our headquarters was in New York, and we spent most of our time there. U.S. dollars would be what Steve wanted.)”Thank you Dad!” he grinned “Lunch is cooking. Do you want to go to bed?””You bet, lover,” I said, carrying him into the bedroom.I removed my constricting uniform, and lay down on the king size bed. The bedroom was more of a bed ‘area’, because the whole apartment was laid out in an open concept. Through the windows, I could see aircraft taking off and landing. I pulled Steve onto me, and we lay like that, hugging, for a few moments. Steve instinctively slid down, so that he was lying beside me, his head adjacent to my six inch [15 cm] uncut cock. He played with it briefly, fondling my balls and jacking me off.”Good boy, son. Dad doesn’t have much time. Will you give me a BJ?””Of course, Dad,” he said, before wrapping his cute little mouth around the head of my rock hard penis. His tongue danced around the head, before licking up and down the shaft, and sucking my balls. Then, he got down to business. He took my cock in almost to the base. The stimulation his mouth was giving me was unbelievable.”I’m going to cum soon, son,” I moaned. He grunted, as he pulled my cock out so only the head was in his mouth. He concentrated on the underside of my now sensitive glans.”Oh god – suck Dad off – oh God yeah!” I said, coating the inside of my boy’s mouth with thick semen, which he swallowed obediently. I lay there with Steve licking the cum off of my cock.”Good boy. Go and get dressed, you’re coming with me on my next flight. After we drop these customers off, we’ll spend the night on Ericson Island and then continue on to New York,” I told Steve.”Yes, Dad,” he said, walking to his wardrobe and selecting a suit, almost identical to mine, but with no stripes on the epaulettes. This signified that he ranked higher than the other boys, and the fact that he was allowed to wear clothing at all made him special.I dressed myself, and we went over to the office area of the penthouse. I sat at my desk, checking my e-mail. Steve sat on the edge of the desk, leaving momentarily to fetch our lunch. After checking some financial statements, which, as always, were returning extremely positive reports, we ate lunch, and decided to go ahead to the plane, even though it wouldn’t depart for another hour.We exited the elevator at the boarding level, the same level I had gone through a few hours earlier, and walked to a gate at the far end. There was an Airbus A340 waiting at the gate. The waiting area was packed with eager customers, who flicked through the leather-bound photo albums of the resorts and the boys, and others who were more ‘hands-on’ with the attendants.I couldn’t help but notice that Steve had no problems barking orders to the attendants, and that they always obeyed him. He fit into his role perfectly. After talking to a few customers, and meeting my first officer for this flight, a man called Kieran, we boarded the aircraft, telling the attendant at the gate not to let anybody board until we notified him.The aircraft, as luxurious as could be expected, would be taking us to a small island in the Caribbean, before Kieran, Steve, and I would travel to New York on it, alone.Chapter IIArriving At The IslandThe door to the flight deck swung open, and Steve, Kieran, and I entered. The comfortable chairs beckoned, and we sat down, me in the left seat, Kieran in the right and Steve in the jumpseat at the rear of the flight deck. We all pulled headsets onto our heads, and I turned on the power. The instruments in front of me began to light up. I phoned the dispatch office to see if they had logged our flight plan with Air Traffic Control. They had, and I instructed Kieran to perform the walk-around visual check of the aircraft. While he was gone, Steve clambered into Kieran’s seat and smiled at me, his angelic blue eyes making contact with mine for a moment, before looking forward, out the window. The aircraft was parked nose-in so that we could see the eager customers waiting in line at the gate.The flight attendants for this flight were brought out by bus, and boarded via steps at the rear of the plane. The chief flight attendant, a thirteen year-old boy who was in the early stages of puberty, reported tothe flight deck with the flight attendant roster. I looked through it, confirming that all was well, and sent him off with a swat on his cutelittle ass. Kieran returned with the load-sheet, and I signed it, sending Steve to give it to the dispatcher.I told the attendant at the gate to start boarding, and then contacted Heathrow Delivery.”Heathrow Delivery, Good afternoon. Bravo-victor-one-four-niner at BoyVacations gate seven, request clearance to Erickson Island as filed, via stated departure,” I announced cheerily into the radio. Erickson Island, our destination, was the site where my father opened his first resort for boylovers.”Bravo-victor-one-four-niner, Cleared IFR to Erickson Island as filed via stated departure. Squawk 7670.””Cleared to Erickson Island as filed, 7670 in the box. Bravo-victor-one-four-niner.””Bravo-victor-one-four-niner, Readback correct, call Ground for push and start, Good Day.””Ground for push and start, Bye-Bye. Bravo-victor-one-four-niner.”I switched the radio over to Ground control, and let Kieran continue with the radio communications while I readied the engines for start-up.The chief attendant returned, reporting that all passengers were aboard, and that all doors were closed. I again sent him off with a swat on his ass. I had to get this cutie into the crew quarters at the rear of the aircraft. It was a room built specially by the manufacturer for us, for the captain of the flight to rest in during long journeys. Steve would, of course, be participating. My cock tingled with anticipation. I started up the engines, after a tug pushed us back. While Kieran taxied the aircraft, I spoke to the passengers:”Good afternoon gentlemen. This is your captain, Claude Erickson speaking. Welcome aboard Boy Vacations flight 149 to the Erickson Island resort. The weather at 37,000 feet and at our destination is favorable, so we’re in for an efficient, comfortable flight. The flight attendants will cater for your every whim – don’t let your imagination stop you. Enjoy the rest of your vacation. I’ll keep you updated during the flight.”I replaced the handset and continued with the takeoff and climb procedures. Moments later, we were cruising at the altitude assigned byATC. I gave Kieran control, as I arose, and beckoned Steve to join me. We exited the flight deck, and proceeded, with a few hand-shaking and talking intervals, to the aft of the aircraft, picking up the chief flight attendant, Jonathan, on the way. I unlocked the door to the crew quarters and entered. I was greeted by a space with a bed in one corner and a sitting area in the other. It wasn’t big, but in an aircraft of this size, this little room seemed incredibly spacious. Steve, loyal as ever, made the first move, addressing the flight attendant in his strict ‘I’m better than you!’ tone that I loved so much. My f******n year-old boy made it clear that he was in charge of the thirteen year-old standing before him. I sat down on the one of the armchairs, and observed.”Get on your knees!” Steve yelled, and Jonathan obeyed. “Now, tell me what you are, boy. “I marveled once again at his composure and control.”I’m a slave, sir.””And who’s your master?””Mister Erickson, sir.””Good boy,” Steve said, indifferently. He noticed Jonathan looking at his groin. “You want this, slave?” he teased, cupping his hand around the tiny bulge in his pants.”Yes sir,” Jonathan replied. Steve looked up at me, ever angelic, and I nodded. He removed his jacket and shirt, before taking off his trousers and his briefs.”Suck it, slave,” he ordered, and Jonathan complied. I started removing my clothes. I was climbing out of my briefs as the erotic scene of one teenager sucking another unfolded before me. It was too much. I had to have some of that ass. That cute, small, tight ass was right there in front of me. When I had my clothes off, I took a tube of K-Y from the cabinet beside the bed and began to apply it to my own cock.My Steve was having a great time, with Jonathan licking and sucking his cock like a lollipop. Steve looked angelic, as always, an image that concealed the sex machine inside. Then again, it also portrayed his hopelessly romantic side. His blond hair gave him a lightness and airiness that surrounded him and enveloped all those near him. His bright,vibrant blue eyes could melt anyone who dared to look into them. I did, and I can’t stop. He was slim – the typical sports-mad boy while his three inch [8 cm] cock reminded you that he was not yet fully grown.To be quite honest, he was almost a facsimile of me at that age. Alas, I cannot claim to have his boyish good looks. I have very light brown hair, kept that way by countless hours in the sun at the company’s various resorts. My eyes are blue, but they are a darker hue than my little lover. I keep reasonably fit. My cock measures six inches [15 cm], a size of which I am quite proud of, despite the general trend in the opposite direction. Anyway, realistically, I only have sex with the boys, and it is huge to them. We are all happy.I walked around Steve and Jonathan a few times, before fetching the camera that was provided in these rooms. These would make great promo pictures. I took a few photos, both distance and close-up. I got a cute photo of Jonathan’s face sucking my boy. I set the camera on a small tripod beside thetwo horny young boys, and set it to record. (It was a new digital thing.) Steve loved it when I did this. It gave him something to masturbate to when he was alone.After watching for a few minutes, I approached Jonathan from the rear. His little ass was sticking out invitingly, and I eagerly and liberally applied K-Y to my cock, before lubricating the tight boyass in front of me. I caressed the soft mounds of flesh, appreciating the beauty of his ass. I ran my hand up and down my cock a few times, before gently placing the head of my cock over Jonathan’s puckered little hole. He reached back, and willingly pulled his cheeks apart for me. This k** was going to get rewarded for this, just as soon as I deposited my seed deep in his rectum.I inched forward, feeling my cock being engulfed by his cute little ass. He grunted a bit, but continued sucking on Steve’s cock. His ass was tight, and although not as tight as my little lover’s ass, it was a mind-blowing appetizer. I finally had my entire cock in his ass, delighting in the sensation. My low hanging balls rested against him. I slowly pulled out again, before pushing back in. I gathered pace, and I was soon fucking this little k** like an a****l. His ass was amazingly stimulating. I reached around to fondle his hard dick, which was a little less than five inches [12 cm] long and uncut. Steve jerked, and a few moments later he let out aloud, high pitched moan, obviously having an unbelievably intense orgasm in Jonathan’s thirteen year-old mouth. I was ready to do the same, butt his boy’s ass was going to get the full package.I arched by back slightly, aggressively ramming my cock in a final time.”OH YEAH!! I’m cumming!!” I yelled, my words broken with lustful moans. My cock erupted in the boy’s little pussy and covered his insides with thick, hot cum. At the same time, he yelped and squirted a tiny load into my hand.I took the two boys over to the bed to lie down for a few minutes. I cleaned them up, put a chain with a blue coin around Jonathan’s neck, and sent him off. The blue coin was to be given to the man supervising the flight attendant dormitories on the Island, to be traded for a private room and generally better treatment. I was sure the boy was ecstatic. I gave Steve a quick kiss on his cheek. He smiled. I lifted him up and brought him to the sofa. He was too tired to have sex again. I dressed quickly, leaving him on the sofa, and retrieved his bag from the flight deck. I put his pajamas on him, and carried him to the bed, letting him rest there. I took the memory card from the camera, and returned the camera to its initial location. I looked back lovingly at my little boy and opened the door to the thriving sexual hub, otherwise known as the passenger cabin.Returning to the flight deck, I again stopped to converse with some of the passengers. One man was sitting up, watching the live feed from the Ash Room, the main public sex area on Erickson Island. He had one of the younger attendants, ten year-old David, sitting on him, with his cock firmly impaled in the boy’s ass. David was riding the man for all he was worth, and the man lovingly caressed David’s little nipples.I left the man and boy to their own devices, walking up the remainder ofthe starboard aisle and entering the flight deck. Kieran had a boy on his lap too. They weren’t doing anything sexual except a bit of rubbing through clothes, because of the limited space available in the flight deck, and because of the fact that Kieran had to monitor the autopilot, check the instruments and communicate with Air Traffic Control. I would have let him go to the back cabin, if Steve hadn’t been sleeping there.Soon enough, Jonathan arrived with Kieran’s meal – I had allowed Kieran to eat first, to make up for his short-lived and tame sexual encounter. Jonathan returned twenty minutes later, taking Kieran’s empty plate, and handing me mine. Kieran had been given beef, and I had been given a vegetarian casserole. I was delighted, glad that the attendants remembered my dietary requirements. There was a note stuck onto the bottom of the plate:Mr. Erickson,Thanks a lot for the coin. Come back for more any time you want.Lots of Love,Jonathan.I smiled at this kind gesture and pocketed the note.A few hours later, Steve returned to the flight deck, well rested. He brought his bag back with him, and had changed back into his usual clothing. I kissed him gently on the lips, ensuring I got my full quota of tongue. He sat back in the jumpseat, and the flight continued.We were soon approaching Erickson Island, and I maneuvered the aircraft onto the Instrument Landing System. A few minutes later, we made contact with the runway, and landed. Since Erickson Island was our main resort, the airport area had been developed quite well. We taxied to the apron where an airport worker drove stairs up to the doors. We shut down the engines and the generators when the ground crew connected us to the airport’s electricity. As the passengers disembarked, I fetched the sunblock from the storage compartment in the flight deck, offering some to Steve and Kieran. They were going to need it.When all was secure, we made our way out of the flight deck and to the door, where we were greeted by amazingly bright sunlight. It was like opening an oven door. My dad made a good decision when he ploughed his inheritance into this island. It was a utopia. A black Land Rover was waiting for us at the bottom of the stairs, and we climbed in eagerly, cooled by the beige leather seats. The driver left Kieran at the crew center, and then drove myself and Steve to my lodge on the far side of the island.The lodge was a small two-story affair, with two bedrooms, a kitchen, a living room and an office. It was worlds apart from the modern complex that paying visitors resided in, and I liked it. It was a nice break from my rather more sophisticated apartments and houses. I let us in, thanking the driver, and flopped myself down on the sofa in the living room.”Come here and give me a hug,” I asked tiredly. He did, and we sat there, holding each other. We were looking forward to the night ahead. Even though we had to leave early in the morning to collect Mr. Wilkinson, we were excited. Very excited.Chapter IIITelevision, Island Style”Have you checked to see if there is anything interesting on the television?” I asked Steve as we lay there naked in the suite piled up on the pillows of the big king-sized bed.”Just the usual sort of thing,” he responded. “However, that Smithson fellow who flew in with us, the one who brought his son along, seems to be planning something different.””What do you mean by ‘different’?” I asked.”Well, his son is about twelve or thirteen and a good-looking athletic type but Smithson has asked that we send one of the older boys to his room. The social director assigned Klaus to their room to provide whatever services that they may want. I thought that it might be fun to see what our Mr. Smithson has in mind. After all, his son is probably a virgin when it comes to the type of services that we provide here on the island.”Equipping our guest rooms with ‘spy cams’ was a brilliant move on my dad’s part when he started Boy Vacations.” Not only does it allow management to make sure that things don’t get out of hand between the guests and the boys servicing them, but it also allows the company to provide voyeuristic services to other guests willing to pay for the privilege of watching someone having sex with a minor. Of course, when shown to a guest, such films are edited to conceal the identity of the guest in the film. However, when it is a member of the management team who is doing the watching, no such editing is necessary and the ‘performance’ can also be viewed live. Such was the case with the executive level monitor in my room. Of course the average guest of Boy Vacations doesn’t know that we monitor their activities.As I recalled, Klaus was a good-looking German boy that we had acquired from the streets of Munich two years before. He had been a tough street k** who was an orphan. An offer by the company to pay off his fines for petit theft and the debts he had with his pimp had brought him into our service. While he thought that he was only here in a form of indentured service, the reality was that we owned him as a slave, something that we had yet to share with him.”Let’s watch for a while and see what’s going on in the Smithson suite. I would like to see what kind of services they want out of Klaus and how well he services them. Who knows, it might inspire us to try something new?” I responded.Steve smiled that sly, wicked smile of his that meant he was willing to try anything. Then, he hit the remote and brought up the spy-cam image of the Smithson suite. The camera itself was completely hidden to the room’s occupants as was the microphone that picked up their conversation. As the image came into view John Smithson was arguing with his son, Kyle, who seemed none too happy with his father.”I brought you down here so that you could learn how to act like a man and not like a wimp,” said Smithson to his son almost yelling at him.”But Dad, I don’t want to have sex with another k**. I’m not gay,” said Kyle with a distressed look on his face.”You’ll do what I tell you to do or I’ll be posting some of the juicy parts of that diary of yours on the web where your classmates can read them at will. No k** of mine is going to going to be a ‘man-whore’ if I can help it. If you want to experience sex with another boy, you don’t just need to fanaticize about it. This is the place to do it. No one will ever know what we do here,” lectured Smithson to his son.The boy was all but shaking and we could see tears on his cheeks even from just watching him on the monitor.The boy was a good-looking k** by any standards. He appeared to be almost 5ft. 7 inch [1.70 m] tall. The expensive golf shirt and board shorts that he was wearing emphasized his athletic body. I guessed that he probably weighed about 140 lbs. [65 kg]. From what I could see, he had fair, tanned skin and straight light brown hair that was cut short.Smithson himself was no slouch. A successful business man, he had kept in good shape. In his late 40s, he was taller than Kyle at 6ft. 1in. [1.85 m] and tipped the scales at 185 lbs. [83 kg] His hair had originally been a lotlighter than Kyle’s, what you would call ash blonde, but was now showing signs of gray along the sides. As I recalled, he had a reputation for being ruthless in his business dealings. Now, I was seeing him dealing with his son in the same way that he dealt with a business adversary.There was a knock at the door of the Smithson suite. I figured that it had to be Klaus. Sure enough, it was the German boy that John Smithson had requested.Klaus was also a good looking k**. He was wearing an almost skintight golfshirt with the ‘Boy Vacations’ logo on the left side of the chest and navy blue shorts. White socks and low-cut white deck shoes completed his outfit. This was the uniform that the older boys wore around the hotel complex unless they were servicing a guest.”You must be Klaus. The social director said that he was sending you to my suite to provide, what I shall call it, ‘entertainment’ for my son and me,” said Smithson as he welcomed Klaus into the suite.”Yes sir, Mr. Smithson. I’m here to see that you enjoy your stay on Erickson Island. How may I be of service?” replied Klaus politely.”Well, first I’d like for you to dispense with those clothes. Strip,” ordered Smithson matter-of-factly.Unsurprised by the request, Klaus smiled and reached down to pull his golf shirt out of his shorts. Slowly, he worked it up and over his head. This revealed his well-muscled, tanned torso. His abs were impressive for a boy of fifteen. His shoes and socks quickly followed. Then he undid his belt and slipped his shorts down. He stood there for a moment in nothing but his white bikini briefs letting the Smithsons take in the sight of him. Then, he hooked his thumbs in the sides of them and slowly slid them down his muscular legs.Like Kyle, Klaus was also about 5ft. 7 inch [1.70 m] tall and probably weighed 150 lbs. [68 kg]. His short blonde hair was slightly curly. From spending time nude in the tropical sun, he had an overall tan. Like many Nordic people, his body was almost hairless, but in his case, his pubic area had been shaved smooth. As a result, his flaccid three and a half inch [9 cm] cock looked bigger than it was.I never could look at a boy like Klaus and not think of those statues of the Greek gods that I have seen in museums. Even with Steve at my side, I could feel my cock stiffen at the sight of this good-looking German boy.Over the monitor I could hear John Smithson as he turned to Kyle and said “This is a great looking boy. I want you to strip too. The two of you are going to have sex. I want to see just how much you like doing it with a man.”Kyle stood there not moving. His face was red and his voice broke as he said, “I told you, I’m not gay. I don’t want to have sex with Klaus. Don’t make me do it.””You can either strip or I will have Klaus strip you,” replied the father with ice in his voice.Klaus looked from the father to the son and shifted his weight from one foot to the other. It was plain that he was uncomfortable with the situation but knew that John Smithson was the resort’s guest and as such had to be obeyed.”I’m not going to do it!” his son all but screamed as tears ran down his face.”OK. Have it your way. Klaus strip him,” ordered Smithson.The naked German boy moved slowly toward Kyle who doubled up his fists in preparation to fight him off.Klaus stopped short of the young American and said, “I must do what you father orders. Why not make it easier on both of us and just take off your clothes? You know that in the end you will lose them anyway. Besides, we can have a lot of fun here on the island and whatever we do here will stay on the island once you go home.”Kyle wiped the tears from his eyes. He looked at his father with hate in his eyes. I shuddered when I saw that look. I don’t know what John Smithson was thinking, but it was plain that he was destroying any relationship that they may have had or might ever have in the future.Kyle must have decided if that was all that his father thought of him, then so be it. He reached down and took the bottom of his now tear-stained golf shirt and pulled it over his head. He kicked off his shoes as he undid his belt. His board shorts quickly followed. He hesitated only for a moment before his boxers joined the rest of his clothes on the floor of their suite.The American boy turned and faced Klaus. Kyle played football and basketball back home in the States. In the off season, he lifted weights. For a boy of thirteen, his shoulders were broad with already impressive biceps and well-defined pecs and abs. Although basically hairless below the neck, he had a well-defined treasure trail that ran from his navel to his pubic bush. His bush itself was thick and dark with a roughly three inch [8 cm] cock nestled in the middle of it.”The hair has to go,” said Smithson looking at his son’s package.”What! You don’t have enough with me being naked with another boy. You expect me to shave my body as well!” exclaimed Kyle sarcasm dripping from his voice.”I sure do. It makes having boy to boy sex easier,” responded his father with an equally hateful look on his face.Klaus led Kyle over to the bathroom of the suite. Quickly, I switched to the bathroom spy cam in time to see him fumbling through the well-equipped medicine cabinet where the German boy found a pair of scissors and shaving supplies. Then turning to Kyle, he said, “If you just hold still, I can do this quickly and you won’t feel a thing. If you squirm around, I might cut you.”Kyle looked at Klaus and nodded that he understood. As John Smithson watched from the door of the bathroom, the German boy took the scissors and began to cut off Kyle’s pubic hair until it was reduced to little more than stubble. He then turned on the water in the lavatory and got it to the right temperature. Once he had wet down the areas to be shaved, he applied a liberal coating of shaving cream. Then, using a safety razor he first efficiently removed the American boy’s treasure trail before tackling the remains of his pubic hair. In only a couple of minutes time Kyle was as smooth as a baby. However, that was not to be the end of his humiliation.”Put your arms up over your head,” instructed Klaus. “Your pits need to go as well.”Kyle shrugged and did as he was told. Since he didn’t have that much in the way of armpit hair anyway, Klaus only had to wet the area down and apply shaving cream before shaving them bare.However, it was the last indignity that Kyle was not expecting. “Lean over the lavatory and spread your butt cheeks. I need to see if there are any hairs back there that need to go.”Kyle was trembling as he did as Klaus instructed. The German boy ran his hand over the American boy’s butt. Then he applied more warm water on both butt cheeks and in his crack. Slowly and carefully Klaus shaved Kyle’s cute ass with careful attention to the area around his rosebud.When he had finished shaving Kyle, Klaus told him, “Step into the shower and I’ll wash off any remaining lather.””I can wash myself, thank you!” exclaimed a humiliated and frustrated Kyle as he opened the glass door to the oversized shower.”I think that Klaus had better help you,” responded his father.With hate still apparent in his eyes, Kyle moved over in the large shower and made room for Klaus.”A little shower sex might loosen things up,” said John Smithson as he fingered the bulge in his shorts. “Klaus, why don’t you help him out?”Klaus took a piece of soap from the shower dish and began to soap Kyle’s chest slowly working his way down his abs and into his now hairless pubic area. With his other hand he circled the American boy’s stiffening penis. In spite of himself, Kyle quickly became fully erect. As I looked at Kyle’s image on the monitor, I thought that I could see the expression on his face alternating between hating what was happening to him at his father’s insistence and realizing that the big German boy was only doing what was expected of him as an employee of Boy Vacations.Kyle leaned back against the tile wall of the shower. His eyes were glazed as Klaus’s experienced hand raced up and down his rock-hard cock. From what I was seeing on the television screen, I judged that his emotions were now racing between his embarrassment at having sex in front of his father and how good it felt to be ‘doing it’ with another boy. Soon, his face went blank almost like he was in a trance. I figured that Kyle had turned his thoughts inward trying to blot out the image of his father watching him being masturbated by someone who until minutes ago was a total stranger.Klaus stroked Kyle’s hard penis in a soapy but very effective motion. It didn’t take long before Kyle rose up on the balls of his feet so that he was straining as he continued to lean back against the wall for support. Then it happened. The American boy erupted in a stream of cum that must have been a foot [30 cm] long followed by several shorter bursts. Klaus released his hand from Kyle’s penis and the boy turned toward the wall so that his father could not see the tears now running down his face.”That was impressive,” said John Smithson. “Now, Klaus do him up the rear. I want him to know what boy on boy sex is really about.”Klaus was not sure what to do. Of course, he had to obey the guest, but r****g another guest was not something that was usually done by an employee of Erickson Island.From the monitor it looked like Klaus was saying something in Kyle’s ear. I had to turn up the sound in order to hear what was being said.”You have not done this before, have you?”asked the German boy. Kyle just shook his head to indicate that he had not.”Kyle, if you will relax and push outward I can enter you less painfully. Are you willing for me to do that?” I heard Klauswhisper kadıköy escort in the ear of the boy he was about to impale.”Yes, do whatever he wants. He hates me and this is just his way of humiliating me. He doesn’t care if I like it or hate it. His day will come,” Kyle whispered back.The German boy stroked his cock with his soapy hand to insure that it was completely hard. Then he positioned himself directly behind the young American. At first he only ran his five inch [12½ cm] cock up and down Kyle’s crack. Then he slowly inserted its tip in the virgin opening. Kyle winced at this invasion of his body. Even I could see that he was determined not to cry out no matter what happened. Klaus eased his glans into the opening, but Kyle’s sphincter resisted. However, Klaus was experienced at what he was doing and pressed harder so that his rock-hard penis slipped past the resisting muscle. I could see Kyle’s face distorted from the pain, but still he did not cry out. Klaus eased the rest of his penis into the American boy’s ass. I knew that Kyle was now beginning to feel its head pressing against his prostate with that mix of pleasure and pain that comes with another guy’s cock up your butt. Then, the German began a slow in and out motion which increased in speed as Klaus became more and more aroused.The German boy reached around and found Kyle’s nipples with his fingers as he continued to pound the young American’s butt. His experienced fingers slowly massaged each brown nub as his cock worked its way in and out of Kyle. I could hear Kyle moaning softly as his chest rose and fell in time with the action in his rear. Then, Klaus stiffened as he reached orgasm and filled the American’s butt with cum. Both boys were panting with Kyle leaning against the tile wall of the shower while Klaus rested on his back with his penis still embedded in his butt. Even just watching from the monitor, I could tell that both boys had enjoyed what had just happened in that bathroom shower.Klaus slowly pulled his cock out of the young American and adjusted the shower so that the warm water cascaded over both of their still panting naked bodies. For a second time, the German boy took a piece of soap in his hand and started washing Kyle’s torso. Kyle in turn found a piece of soap and began to wash the other boy. Then he leaned forward and kissed Klaus on the lips. There was only a moment’s hesitation and then both boys were deep kissing each other as they continued to run their hands over each other’s bodies.”For someone who’s not gay, you certainly seem to be enjoying sex with another boy,” said John Smithson as he watched the two boys from the door of the bathroom.Kyle pulled himself away from Klaus and looked at his father through the water of the shower. “Yes, I’ll admit that I liked it, but why would you care whether or not I did. You just wanted to see me humiliated. You don’t care about me or what I want,” said Kyle with his voice breaking more than once as he spoke.”That’s not true,” said his father. “I do care. More than you know. I just want you to know what it’s like for one guy to enjoy having sex with another guy. You act like you want that but are afraid to admit it. There is nothing wrong with wanting it. You don’t have to pretend here on this island. I told you that you can experience anything that you want while we are here. You just have to let yourself go,” replied the boy’s father.Kyle wiped the water and the tears from his face and eyes and opened the glass door of the shower and came out dripping on the bathmat. Behind him, Klaus turned the water off and followed him out of the shower. Each of the boys took one of the over-sized towels and commenced to dry themselves. As they dried, Smithson said, “Come out into the room when you have finished drying off.”The two naked teenaged boys soon emerged from the bathroom each with a towel wrapped around his waist.I couldn’t help but think how good both of them looked. It was too bad that Kyle wasn’t available or I would have placed an order to buy him for the resort right there and then.John Smithson looked at the boys and instructed, “Lose the towels. We’re not through yet.”Klaus obeyed immediately but Kyle hesitated wondering just what else his father has planned to initiate him into the ways of boy sex. Soon enough, both towels were on the floor and the two teens stood facing John Smithson.I could see a bulge in his shorts and figured that he would like to have sex with one or both of them. From what I could see on the monitor, I couldn’t blame him for that.Turning to Klaus, John Smithson asked, “Is the rest of my request ready?””Yes sir,” replied the German boy. “Everything that you requested is ready.””Then let’s do it,” said Smithson.With that, Klaus walked over to a telephone that was on an end table and punched in a number. Then, I heard him say to what evidently was the room service desk, “Mr. Smithson is ready for his special services order.” There was a moment’s hesitation as he listened to the reply from the other end and then he hung up. Turning toward Smithson the naked boy said, “They’ll be here in a minute, sir.””What have you got up your sleeve?” asked Kyle looking at his father with a combination of curiosity and dread visible on his young face.”Don’t worry. You’ll soon find out,” replied his father.There was a moment of silence followed by a knock at the door. Although he was still naked, Klaus opened it without hesitation. Two of the island’s security guards stood there in their navy blue golf shirts and shorts. The sight of a naked teenager answering the door didn’t seem unusual to them at all. I could see that these were two of the island’s bigger guards. Both were more than six feet [1.85 m] tall and had to weigh at least 200 lbs. [90 kg] each. To me, they looked like a couple of muscular former football players which is probably just what they were.They came into the suite and looked at Kyle standing there naked and asked, “Mr. Smithson, is this your son?””Yes, it is. The special services that I requested have been arranged for him,” answered Smithson.The guards approached Kyle and stopped in front of him. Then one of them said, “Please come with us.”Looking apprehensively at his father, Kyle almost screamed, “What for? What are you going to do to me?””You wrote in your diary that you wondered how it felt to be a prisoner being examined by a dungeon master. I just thought you ought to experience it first-hand,” said his father.”Your father has ordered some special things for you,” replied the guard who had previously spoken.Suddenly, Kyle bolted for the door while still naked. However, the guards had anticipated this and the one closest to him grabbed him before he could go more than two feet in that direction. The big man seemingly effortlessly lifted him off the floor as he enveloped him from behind in a big bear hug. The other guard reached into the pocket of his shorts and produced a small black leather case which he carefully opened revealing a small metal canister. The guard opened the canisterand produced a syringe that ended in a hypodermic needle. As Kyle continued to struggle, the guard administered a shot in the thigh of the naked teenager. Kyle’s struggles slowed and then he went limp in the arms of the guard.Chapter IVSpecial Services, Island StyleQuickly I punched in the number for the social director’s office. I had to see just what John Smithson was planning. If the Smithson k** was abused too much, he could go back home and talk about his experiences on the island. Even though we were well insulated from preying eyes, his actions might create negative publicity for the company that we would prefer to avoid.”This is Mark inthe social director’s office. How may I help you Mr. Ericson?” came a smooth voice over the phone.I recalled Mark from my last visit to the island. He was a good-looking American boy who could do wonderful things to your cock with his mouth, but that was another story.”Mark, it’s good to talk with you again. I need to know what one of our guests has planned for his son. I was observing John Smithson’s suite just now on the executive channel. He appeared to be abusing his son using Klaus from our staff of boys. So far, they haven’t done anything that exceeds what we would ordinarily provide for a paying guest of the resort. However, he seems to have ordered some special services for his son. I would like to know what he has planned. I don’t want to see his boy go home unhappy and tell what happened to him while he was here with his father” I explained.”Sir, he has reserved a dungeon for the rest of the evening and asked that we provide a list of things that he wants to have available. I’m sending a copy of that list to your executive e-mail address as we speak so that you can see it for yourself,” explained Mark.I fumbled with the computer for a moment before bringing up my corporate e-mail account. Quickly I accessed and scanned the list that Mark had provided.”Mark, from his list I would say that it looks like he’s planning a fairly serious torture session. Will he be conducting the session himself or does he want us to provide a torturer?” I asked.”Give me a moment to check,” replied Mark. There was a moment of silence and then the young man replied, “He wants us to provide someone while he watches from his room. He has also asked that Klaus remain with him in his suite until the session is over. As is company policy, we asked him how far he intended to go. We were told that he just plans to scare his son more than anything else. Mr. Ericson, is there some reason that we should be concerned? Since we will be providing the torturer, we won’t do anything that might result in permanent injury to his son, even to the point of refusing his instructions if they violate that rule.””No, Mark. I just wanted to be certain that we stay within company guidelines for this sort of thing. Which dungeon are they using? I think that I’ll watch for a while on the executive channel,” I replied.”They will be using dungeon number two. Ivan will be the torturer. Would you like to see Ivan’s profile sheet? I can send that to you, if you like,” said Mark in his most efficient voice.A brief chill went up my back. Ivan had once worked for the Russian secret police and was very effective as a torturer. Of course, once he had joined Boy Vacations, he had had to shift from doing whatever it took to get information out of the person being tortured regardless of whatever permanent damage resulted to getting the most in the way of sexual stimulation with no permanent damage involved. For him it was more of a career refinement than a career change. Strangely enough, he was really quite good at it.”No, that’s alright. I recall Ivan from his interview when he first joined the company. I’ll be shifting back and forth from the Smithson suite to dungeon number two on my monitor. I assume that I can access split screen and watch both at once. Is that correct?” I asked.”Yes sir, Mr. Ericson. That’s correct. Just click the ‘split screen’ button once you first access the two channels in sequence,” replied Mark.”Thanks Mark. Oh and Mark, you’re doing a great job there in the social director’s office,” I added.”Thank you, sir. Will that be all for now, sir?” responded Mark almost purring.”Yes, I can take it from here,” was my response as I hung up the phone.Steve looked at me. Up until now he had been as fascinated as I was with what was going on in the Smithson suite. He had kept one hand on my hard cock and the other on his own while we both watched the monitor reveal what had been transpiring in that suite elsewhere on the island.”Are we really going to watch what that guy does to his son in the dungeon? What I’ve seen so far has me hot enough to make me forget whatever that might be in favor of some action right now here in our own suite,” replied Steve as he looked at me with unconcealed lust on his handsome young face.”I just want to see what Smithson’s going to do. I don’t want him doing anything that will have that young man go home and make waves that will result in bad publicity for the company. I know that the social director on the night shift will be monitoring this as well as any other ‘special services’ that are booked for this evening as per company policy, but, as you know, I like to check on things myself every now and then. It helps to keep the quality of our services up to the high level that makes our business a success and our guests coming back for more.” I explained this to Steve knowing that he knew me well enough to know that once I had focused on a guest, I wouldn’t let it go until I was satisfied that he was getting all that he paid for from the company.”Well, then. Let’s see what old Smithson has in mind for young Kyle not to mention Klaus,” replied Steve with a laugh. Then he smiled and winked at me and asked, “Do you want me to take notes?”I smiled back at him and reached out my hand and ran it over his smooth chest stopping at his left nipple. I took my thumb and forefinger and circled it. Slowly, I massaged it for a moment before releasing it. Then I took my forefinger and put it to my lips, kissed it, and then pressed it to his lips.”Be patient. There’s still time for us. Let’s see what happens here,” I said.Then, I turned my attention back to the monitor in time to see Klaus undressing John Smithson. In his late forties, the man was still good-looking. He had evidently once been a high school and college athlete. From his slim build I would haveguessed that most likely he had been a track man. Klaus had unbuttoned the man’s expensive shirt and was slipping it off as I watched. I could see that Smithson had a light dusting of hair on a still well-defined chest. Klaus next unfastened his shorts, lowered them to the ground, and motioned for the man to step out of them. Smithson stood there in nothing but his Ralph Lauren boxers for a moment before putting his thumbs in the waistband and pushing them down himself. Then he turned toward Klaus in time for me to see his now erect five inch [12½ cm] penis protruding from an ash blonde pubic bush. I couldn’t help but wonder if he planned to have sex with Klaus while he watched his own son being tortured.Oh well, we cater to all kinds. When it comes to money, ‘green is green’ as they say, were my thoughts as I watched the naked man on my monitor run his left hand slowly through the short blonde hair of an equally naked Klaus.With that, I switched to the spy cam in dungeon number two. It took a minute for me to realize that the walls of the room were painted in a flat black color in order to focus the viewer on the action in the well-lighted center of the room. I could see Kyle suspended by his wrists in padded cuffs that were attached to chains that extended from the beam in the ceiling that was specially equipped and provided for that purpose. He was dangling there naked and limp apparently still u*********s from the knock-out shot that the guard had given him earlier in the Smithson suite.I could see his chest and abs contract and expand as he drew in his labored breaths. His feet barely touched the floor. Slowly he swayed back and forth with the bright lights of the dungeon focused on him.Ivan was arranging his tools on a stainless steel bench to one side of the boy. He also had a brazier of hot coals in a thick iron bowl-like containeron a stand to one side of the table. What appeared to be a branding iron was sticking out of it.Surely he’s not planning on branding the k**? I said to myself. Then I recalled Mark’s comment about Smithson only planning to scare the boy. Well, I thought, Waking up to a brazier of hot coals with a branding iron sticking out of it after experiencing humiliation at the hands of my father would scare the Hell out of me. I wonder what it will do for his k**?Just then Kyle’s body jerked ashe started to regain consciousness. I could see his head shake as the d**g that the guards had used on him began to wear off. There was a low moan and then I could hear him say in a low voice, “What the Hell! Where am I? What’s going on here?”Ivan looked at him and said nothing. The Russian was a big guy in his fifties with a barrel chest. He was about six feet [1.85 m] tall and probably tipped the scales at 220 lbs. [100 kg]. His unkempt hair and short beard were gray. He wore a sleeveless black leather vest and leather pants with a cod piece that snapped into place. His arms and that part of his chest that protruded above the vest were very hairy. However, it was his lined and weathered face that inspired fear in a potential victim. It was completely expressionless. In fact, he looked more like a machine than a man that would pursue his ends with no emotion whatsoever.I could see Kyle looking at the big Russian wide-eyed and knew in my gut that he was experiencing a feeling of panic mixed with helplessness.Ivan slowly walked up to the immobile teenager dangling naked from the ceiling. He stopped and just stood there looking the boy in the eyes. His gaze never left Kyle’s face as he reached out his hand and placed it on his chest. Then he slowly ran its rough surface down across the boy’s smooth abs and bare pubic mound. When he reached Kyle’s penis, he took his balls in his big hand enveloping them in his strong grip. Slowly, he rolled them around like he was examining fruit in a public market. Then, he squeezed them just like they were a bunch of g****s. From watching Ivan work before, I knew that he would squeeze his testicles just enough to inflict pain but not permanent damage. However, the pain made Kyle think that the man was about to crush his balls and he screamed as loud as he could.Of course the sound-proofed dungeon muted any sounds coming from it. I looked at that part of the monitor that showed the Smithson suite. A naked John Smithson was leaning back on one elbow on the edge of the bedwith his legs spread wide. An equally naked Klaus was on his knees sucking the man’s cock for all he was worth as the man caressed the boy’s fair hair with his left hand. In his right he held the remote for the large television screen that showed him what was happening to his son in the dungeon. The man smiled as he watched Ivan and Kyle on the television screen.Looking again at the image of the dungeon, I could see Ivan with his still expressionless face saying to the Smithson boy, “This is nothing compared to what you will feel when I decide to cut your balls off.”Kyle screamed again with tears running down his face. He struggled in his bonds but his hands were bound fast to the ceiling beam. I could see sheen of sweat on his young body as he vainly tried to break free of his tormentor.This must be the part where Smithson scares the crap out of his son, I thought as I watched the scene unfold before me on the monitor. For a second I glanced in the direction of Steve. His eyes were wide as he stared at the monitor not sure if what he was hearing was going to happen or not. He had never known Boy Vacations to allow anyone to be castrated at one of its resorts.”Let’s have some fun first,” said Ivan as he slowly unfastened the cod piece on his black leather pants. His six inch [15 cm] erect penis became visible in a forest of gray pubic hair. Slowly he circled the dangling boy like an a****l circling its prey. Then he stopped behind Kyle and ran his hand down the boy’s quivering back. He stopped when he reached the young American’s crack. With both hands he parted the rounded mounds of his well-muscled butt cheeks. Then he took one finger and slowly inserted it in the boy’s anus. Kyle screamed again, more from surprise and shock than from pain.The big Russian withdrew the finger. He waited for a moment and then inserted two of his big fingers probing the boy’s butt as they entered. Kyle screamed again, this time from pain as well as from fear. When the man was satisfied with his exploration, he withdrew his fingers and pressed his cock into the opening. With little regard for the boy, he pushed the full length of his six inch [15 cm] cock into the tight opening. Kyle screamed again as he was ****d by the big Russian.Ivan rocked back and forth enjoying himself. As he became more and more aroused, he moved in and out faster and faster. Finally, he grunted as he came in the boy’s ass.The big Russian pulled out of the dangling boy and walked over to the table that displayed his tools and wiped his cock with a small towel. Then he selected a stainless steel hunting knife with a six inch [15 cm] blade and returned to the dangling boy. Kyle was blubbering to himself with drool running down one corner of his mouth. When he saw that Ivan had a knife in his hand he squealed and urinated on the floor. The Russian stepped back to avoid the golden flow and put the knife back on the table. Instead, he reached down to one side of the steel table and came back with a small black hose. Turning on a faucet, a stream of water spewed from the hose. Then, he used it to wash the urine down the floor drain before turning the water on the struggling boy.The water must have been cold because Kyle shook as the water washed him down. The Russian turned the water off and taking the knife slowly approached the dangling boy. “I just wanted to cut you down,” he said with a grin for the first time revealing some emotion on his weathered features.Ivan cut the lines that secured Kyle to the ceiling beam. Unable to stand, the boy collapsed into the Russian’s big hairy arms. Ivan scooped him up like a sack of flour and deposited him face up on what at first appeared to be a table on the other side of where he had been hanging. It only took a minute for me to realize that it was not a table but a rack.Ivan grinned menacingly as he secured the boy’s hands and feet in the padded cuffs at each end of the rack. Once he had Kyle spread-eagled on the rack, the big Russian turned the crank stretching the boy until he was stretched as tightly as possible without dislocating any of his joints. I could see that the boy was in agony but nothing had been done that would result in any permanent damage.Once again, Ivan ran his rough hands over the smooth chest and abs of the young American then he bent down and licked the boy’s nipples before lightly sucking on first one and then the other.I spite of his discomfort, Kyle’s cock started to rise. As Ivan continued to run his hands over his body and lick and suck his nipples, the boy’s five inch [12½ cm] cock rose to its full erect length.Once Kyle was fully erect, the Russian stopped his fondling of the boy. I could see a momentary smile cross his weathered face as he turned and walked the few steps back to his tools. When he returned, I could see that he had a leather cock ring in his hand. Taking Kyle’s hard cock in his hand he circled it with a black leather cock ring securing it in place behind the boy’s balls with a buckle much like that on most watch bands. The only difference was that there was a ring attached to the cock ring. Ivan now secured this ring to a hook attached to a thin metal cable that was attached to the ceiling bean. Once that was done, Ivan pushed a button under the rack and I could hear the low steady sound of a motor running as it took up the slack in the metal line. Ivan let the motor run until the line was taught and Kyle’s cock and balls were being pulled away from his body. His only choice was to arch his back to try to relieve the strain. Again, Ivan only used enough strain to force the boy into a very uncomfortable position.The big Russian went back to the instrument table and came back with a bottle of clear liquid in a plastic bottle. He poured some of the liquid on his hand and proceeded to slowly and carefully wipe down the boy’s cock and balls. Then he retrieved his knife and came back to the side of the rack so that a viewer like the boy’s father (or me) had an unobstructed view of the boy on the rack and his tormentor.Ivan took the boy’s testicles in his left hand and positioned the knife as though he were ready to cut off Kyle’s balls. The young American screamed as loudly as he could and struggled against his restraints as tears rained down his face. It was all in vain, as the big Russian gave every indication that his next move would be to slice off the k**’s testicles. Ivan twisted Kyle’s scrotum in his hand and positioned the knife for the cutting stroke. Kyle went wide-eyed and then fainted.Frantically, I was calling the social director’s number. Castrating a guest was not something that we were willing to do at Boy Vacations. Yet, from the monitor it looked like that was just exactly what we were about to do. What the Hell was going on here? I asked myself.Then I saw Ivan release his hold on the boy’s testicles and move his knife away from the u*********s boy. Next, he hit the button to release the tension on the metal line that was putting the strain on the boy’s balls. I could see an amused look on the big Russian’s face as he put the knife back among the tools on the table beside the rack before releasing Kyle’s bonds. The torture session was over. I hung up the phone.The guard that had originally given Kyle the shot that had rendered him u*********s came through the door to the dungeon. Carefully, he lifted the inert form of the young American from the rack table and carried him from the room.What the Hell? I thought to myself. If he wanted to scare the k**, he did one heck of a job of that and that **** wasn’t something that I imagined either.A few minutes later there was a knock at the door of the Smithson suite. A still naked Klaus opened the door to reveal the guard with the limp boy over his shoulder. Klaus motioned him into the suite. The burly guard deposited the young American face-up on the bed.Turning to John Smithson who was now wearing a white terrycloth robe, the guard said, “Sir, he should regain consciousness in a few minutes. If he doesn’t please call us and we’ll dispatch a medical team to your suite.””Thank you, but everything should be alright. I believe that I can take it from here,” said Smithson as he handed the man a fifty dollar tip.”Thank you, sir,” said the guard who left the room as quickly as he had arrived.It was no more than a minute or two before the naked boy stirred on the bed. He began to regain consciousness. Suddenly, he jumped upright on the bed screaming, “Don’t cut me! Don’t cut off my balls!” Then he realized that he was back in the suite with his father and Klaus.John Smithson set down on the bed next to his son and asked, “Happy birthday. What did you think of my little surprise?”Kyle leaped up and hugged his father. Then a big smile crossed his face and he said, “Oh Dad, you sneaky bastard, that guy in the dungeon scared the crap out of me. I thought he really was going to cut off my balls. I didn’t think that you would ever let me experience a torture session anything like that while we were down here at this resort. This place is great. And Klaus here, talk about a sex partner! Now I know what I’ve been missing.”Klaus looked from the father to the son and said, “I hope that we here at Boy Vacations were able to provide all that you wanted in order to make your vacation everything that you hoped that it would be.”Kyle jumped up from the bed and ran over to the naked German boy. Then, he enveloped him in a big hug. “Oh Klaus, you were wonderful. I’ve never experienced anything like this before. You were everything that Dad said that you would be. This has been the best birthday that I’ve ever had. I don’t know how to thank you.”John Smithson got up and walked over to the two boys. “Here’s a little something to show our appreciation,” he said as he handed the young German a hundred dollar bill.”Thank you sir,” replied Klaus as he started to dress, “Is there anything else that I can do for you this evening?””Just tell Ivan that there will also be something waiting for him with the social director. Otherwise, that will be all,” said Smithson.Klaus tucked his golf shirt into his shorts and prepared to leave the suite.Steve and I sat there stunned looking at the monitor. This whole thing had just been an elaborate birthday gift from a rich man to a son who wanted to experience his teenaged sexual fantasies.Looking at one another, Steve and I burst out laughing. You sure could have fooled us from what we were seeing on the monitor. Then we kissed in a deep, passionate kiss as our hands caressed each other. It only took another minute for us to be completely absorbed in our own sexual passions. For us, the night was still young.Chapter VEn Route To New YorkEarly the next morning I woke from a deep sleep. Looking to my right, Steve’s head still rested on the pillow beside me. I shook my head to clear away the last of the cobwebs as memories of the fun that we had shared the night before in this very bed flooded back into my head. At my side, Steve’s heavy breathing indicated that he was still asleep. Slowly, being careful not to wake him, I eased myself off the crumpled bed. If I was going to pick up Jack Wilkinson at JFK at 5pm, I needed to confirm the flight details with the island’s air terminal office.Going into the living room of the luxury lodge where we were staying, I found the phone on the desk at one side of the room and punched in the island air terminal number. Two rings later, an efficient voice answered “Island Air Terminal, John speaking. How may I help you Mr. Ericson?””I want to reconfirm my scheduled departure for JFK in New York?” I responded.”Sir, we have you departing at eleven hundred. You will be taking the Airbus A340 that you flew here from London on to New York. You will have a group of guests who have completed their vacations as passengers. Once there, you will switch to the executive 747 with Mr. Wilkinson and his party as passengers. Your departure time from JFK is set for s*******n hundred. There are currently no weather conditions that are expected to impact your trip.”Mr. Wilkinson has requested a stop in Atlanta to pick up additional passengers. Once they are embarked, you will take the whole party to Orlando for a stay at the company’s Florida resort.” As I listened, I couldn’t help but think that John was doing a good job summarizing my day’s itinerary. Steve had taken care of things in his usual efficient manner.”That sounds good to me. Steve and I will be ready by ten hundred. Please have someone meet us with transportation for the two of us from our lodge to the air terminal,” I responded.”I’ll be happy to take care of that for you, Mr. Ericson” I heard the efficient voice at the other end of the phone say. Then I thanked John and hung up. Another call and I had breakfast for Steve and me ordered for delivery at our lodge.Still naked, I went back into the bedroom to find Steve still asleep. I headed toward the bathroom deciding to shave and shower before waking him. Once I had shaved, I went over to the extra-large shower and adjusted the knobs to get the water heated to just the right temperature. I entered the shower and just stood there letting the warm water cascade over my body. Steve must have heard the shower running because I had not been there very long when the door opened and there stood my boy smiling at me. I smiled back and motioned him to join me in the shower.I took Steve in my arms and kissed him lightly on the lips. Then he kissed me back much more passionately than I had kissed him. In a moment we were linked in a full ‘lip lock’ as he liked to call it. After the passion that we had enjoyed the night before, his sexual resilience always surprised me, but that was the way of the young.Steve found the soap dish and took a piece of soap from it. Then he worked it back in forth in his hands until they were both full of suds. Slowly, he soaped my chest and abs as he worked his way into my pubic area. Soapy hands took charge of my cock massaging it with a skill born of experience. I sighed and took the boy’s cock in my own hand. It wasn’t long before we both came there in that tropical shower. It was times like this when I realized just how much I enjoyed working for and being a part of Boy Vacations.Promptly at ten hundred, a black Land Rover pulled up in front of our lodge. The driver loaded our luggage and drove us to the island air terminal where the Airbus A340 was waiting for us on the tarmac.I was rather surprised to find John Smithson and his son, Kyle, among the guests waiting to board the aircraft for our trip to New York. Even though Steve and I had observed their sexual activities of the past evening, neither of us had actually ever met them. I figured that I ought to correct that and took the opportunity to introduce myself to them.I walked over to where they were waiting. John Smithson was wearing a white knit golf shirt with pale gray Ralph Lauren slacks and an expensive J. Crew navy blue antique silk blazer. I caught sight of a crest on the breast pocket and recognized it as that of the New York Yacht Club. Kyle was wearing an expensive golf shirt and board shorts. You would never have known that they had spent the previous evening engaged in the wildest of sexual activities.”Mr. Smithson, I’m Claude Ericson. I’ll be your pilot on your flight to JFK. I hope that you as well as your son have had a good time while you’ve been here on Ericson Island,” I said as I extended my hand to him.”Why, yes. We’ve had a great time on the island. It’s good of you to ask,” he responded as he shook my hand. Then turning to his son, he added “This is my son Kyle.” I shook the boy’s hand and followed by turning to Steve and adding “And this is my son, Steve. Although young, he acts as my assistant when attending to the needs of our guests.”Looking back at Smithson, I asked “If you would like to take advantage of the private cabin on our return flight, it is at your disposal. Just let me, my co-pilot, Steve, or the chief flight attendant know and we will see that whatever you need is available. Boy Vacations wants to make sure that your stay with us is memorable.”Both John and Kyle Smithson smiled and then grinned from ear to ear. The father answered “There’s no question about that. We’ve had a once in a lifetime experience.””That’s good to hear,” I replied. “Now, I’m afraid that you’ll have to excuse us as we need to prepare the plane for departure. We should be boarding shortly,” I explained as I excused us.We found Kieran, the copilot, waiting for us by the door to the plane. Boarding the aircraft, I left him conducting the walk-around visual check of the aircraft while I checked out the flight deck. In a short time we determined that everything was in order. I left Steve with Kieran on the flight deck and went to check on the passenger accommodations. Boy Vacations always wanted their guests to have everything that would make even their flight home more than just comfortable.The same group of boys who had served as flight attendants on our flight from London to the island were also performing that function on today’s flight. Jonathan, that cute thirteen year-old, who had provided such great sexual service on our trip to the island, was back as the chief flight attendant. He smiled as he handed me the flight attendant roster. He must have enjoyed his night on the island with that coin that I gave him insuring him special privileges, I thought as I looked through the roster, confirming that all was well. Then I sent him off with a swat on his cute little ass. Meanwhile, Kieran had returned with the load-sheet which I signed and sent with Steve to give to the dispatcher.I told the attendant at the gate to start boarding, and then contacted the tower.”Ericson Island Control, Good afternoon. Bravo-victor-two-five-one at Boy Vacations gate one, request clearance to JFK New York as filed, via stated departure,” I announced into the radio.”Bravo-victor-two-five-one, Cleared IFR to JFK New York as filed via stated departure. Squawk 7670.””Cleared to JFK New York as filed, 7670 in the box. Bravo-victor-two-five-one.””Bravo-victor-two-five-one, Readback correct, call Ground for push and start. Have a good day.””Ground for push and start, üsküdar escort Bye-Bye. Bravo-victor-two-five-one.”I switched the radio over to Ground control, and let Kieran continue with the required radio communications while I readied the engines for start-up. Jonathan, the chief attendant, returned and reported that all passengers were aboard, and that all doors were closed. I started up the engines, after a tug pushed us back. While Kieran taxied the aircraft, I spoke to the passengers:”Good afternoon gentlemen. This is your captain, Claude Erickson, speaking. Welcome aboard Boy Vacations flight 251 to John F. Kennedy in New York. The weather at 35,000 feet and at our destination is favorable, so we’re in for an efficient, comfortable flight. The flight attendants will provide for your every need. Boy Vacations wants you to enjoy yourselves, even on the flight home. So, don’t let your imaginations stop you. I’ll keep you updated during the flight.”I replaced the handset and continued with the takeoff and climb procedures. Moments later, we were cruising at the altitude assigned by ATC. I gave Kieran control. As I arose, I beckoned for Steve to join me. We exited the flight deck, and proceeded, with a few hand-shaking and talking intervals with passengers, towards the aft of the aircraft, picking up the chief flight attendant, along the way. When we got to where John Smithson and Kyle were seated, I stopped and said “Have you seen the private cabin at the rear of the aircraft? If not, I thought that you and your son might like to check it out,” I asked the man.John Smithson smiled at me and said “That’s very thoughtful of you. No, captain, we haven’t seen it but we would like to do so. The one on our flight out was in use while we were on board and we didn’t get a chance to see the one on that particular aircraft.””I was just going back there to make sure that everything is in order. Why don’t the two of you join us,” I said inviting them to accompany us. It was just a short walk to the rear of the plane. There, I unlocked the door to what I knew as the ‘crew cabin’ but what was called the ‘private cabin’ when talking with guests.Even for those used to traveling ‘first class’ when traveling by plane, the cabin was impressive. The fact that there was one at all marked this as a luxury flight. I flicked on the lights and then stepped aside so that John and Kyle Smithson could enter the space first. The sight of a comfortable bed piled high with pillows in one corner of the room and a sitting area in the other was impressive by any standards. Of course it wasn’t big, but in an aircraft of this size, this little room seemed incredibly spacious.”Are there any private inflight services that you would like to enjoy during the flight?” I asked once the Smithsons had settled into the two easy chairs in the sitting area of the cabin.Kyle looked at his father and then asked him coyly “Dad, may I ask for something while we are here in the cabin?””Sure, Kyle, what would you like?” responded the boy’s father.”You know how I said that I would like to try doing it to another boy now that it’s been done to me,” said the boy as he blushed slightly and looked at the deck.”Why not?” said his father and then turning to me asked “Kyle would like to have sex with another boy in which he performs anal sex on the other boy. Can we do that at this altitude?””Of course,” I answered. Then turning to Kyle, I asked “Is there a particular boy with whom you would like to have sex or could Jonathan here be of service? He’s particularly well-experienced in satisfying the needs of our Boy Vacations guests.Kyle eyed the chief flight attendant sizing him up with his eyes and said “I think that I would enjoy having sex with Jonathan, but would it be out of line to ask Steve to participate as well?”That sort of took me aback for a moment and I turned to Steve. Normally, he did not service our guests, but I also knew that he might enjoy a ‘threesome’ if he chose to do so. However, it would have to be entirely voluntary on his part to do so.”What do you say, Steve, would you like to have some ‘mile high time’ with Kyle and Jonathan on the way to New York?” I asked.”That sounds like it would be more fun than just watching inflight movies on the TV screen at my seat, even if Boy Vacations does provide a very interesting selection of films for its guests,” replied Steve winking at me as he said it. I knew that he was referring to the broad range of porn films available on company planes that were there for guest viewing.Turning back to John Smithson, I asked “Did you plan to observe or participate in this ‘three way’ or did you plan to leave the boys here by themselves?””I think I’ll return to my seat in the main cabin. I’m a little tired from last night’s activities and may get a little ‘shut eye’ while the younger crowd amuses themselves,” advised the older man. Then he added “Besides, it will give me an opportunity to contact my office and check my messages.”With that, he rose and stated for the door. I followed him back to his seat. Once he was comfortable, I added “If you would like to monitor the activities in the private cabin from your seat, channel five will provide a live feed from there to your seatback TV screen. I can set it so that only you and I can access that channel and I only need access for safety and security purposes.””That’s good to know,” replied Smithson as he thanked me for making the cabin available for his son’s use.I left him checking the contents of his briefcase and headed back to the flight deck. Even if John Smithson didn’t check on activities in the private cabin, I knew that I would, and not just for safety and security purposes. I continued to let Kieran handle the main flight duties while I tuned in to channel five to see how Steve and Jonathan were taking care of young Kyle, our guest. After all, John Smithson was very wealthy and separating him from some of that wealth at Boy Vacations was something that I wanted to see continue.Back in the private cabin Kyle looked at Jonathan and Steve unsure of how to proceed. Steve, although only 14, had already learned to be a ‘take charge’ guy, particularly when it came to seeing that Boy Vacations guests were well pleased with the company’s services. It was he who broke the awkward silence by saying “Jonathan why don’t you slip out of those clothes and show Kyle here just what a good-looking boy you really are?”With that, the younger boy pulled his white golf shirt with the Boy Vacations logo on the chest pocket out of his blue shorts and peeled it off over his head. Then, he slowly unfastened the belt on his shorts and slid them down his tanned legs and stepped out of them. He hesitated for just a moment before slipping his thumbs in the waistband of his bikini underwear and then they too joined the rest of his clothing on a chair.At thirteen, Jonathan was a well-muscled boy with nice abs. He had an overall tan free from tan lines. (I was reminded that making it mandatory that the company’s boys spend serious time in the gym and use those tanning machines paid off when it came to guest satisfaction.) The boy also had a cute ass that looked remarkably like it was composed of two perfectly formed apricot halves. His flaccid two and a half inch [6½ cm] penis hung over a well-formed ball sack. Like most of the staff at Boy Vacations, he was kept hairless from the neck down in order to facilitate sexual activity with the company’s guests.Slowly, Jonathan made a complete turn so that Kyle could get a good look at his nude body. He smiled at the American boy giving him his best ‘come hither’ look.There was an obvious tenting in Kyle’s shorts as his penis rose to erection just looking at the naked boy standing there before him in the cabin. Then, his hand disappeared in his shorts as he sought to stroke the rock-hard source of his boyhood.As Kyle lusted after the naked Jonathan, Steve pulled his own golf shirt out of his pants and slipped it over his head. His lean bare torso now attracted Kyle’s attention. Even on the monitor, I could see perspiration on the young American boy’s forehead. It was plain that both boys were accomplishing their mission of arousing the thirteen year-old over-sexed Kyle.I thought to myself This is like watching you turn a hungry k** loose in a candy store. Kyle probably gets hard if the wind blows over his cock.Steve walked the few steps over to where Kyle was still seated in the easy chair with his hand inside of his board shorts now plainly stroking his cock. My boy reached down and pulled the younger boy to his feet. He pressed the young American close to him wrapping his arms around him. Then, he kissed him full on the lips in a long, passionate kiss. Before Kyle could pull away, Steve took the sides of the younger boy’s golf shirt in both hands and pulled it up and over his head. Kyle stumbled to keep his balance but did not resist as Steve reached for the belt on his shorts saying “Let’s enjoy ourselves. No one will bother us short of an inflight emergency and anyway, that would be announced over the loudspeaker system.”In short order, Kyle’s board shorts were on the ground followed by his boxers. The thirteen year-old American boy stood there naked. At 5ft. 7in. [1.70 m] and 145 lb. [65 kg], he was a good-looking boy in his own right. He played football and basketball back home in the States. In the off season, he lifted weights. For a boy of thirteen, his shoulders were broad with already impressive biceps and well-defined pecs and abs. Since being shaved the night before, he too was hairless below the neck. As a result, his roughly five inch [12½ cm] rock-hard cock looked larger than it was.”Jonathan, why don’t you show Kyle how you can please a guest?” instructed Steve.The young flight attendant walked slowly over to where Kyle stood in the middle of the room and took him by the hand half walking, half pushing him backward in the direction of the bed. In seconds, the young American found himself spread-eagled on the bed with his erection pointing toward the ceiling. Jonathan took it in one hand and then lowered his mouth over it sucking at it with skill born of experience. He moved up and down sucking and licking at the hard penis. Kyle’s eyes were glazed and his breathing was labored as he received what was probably the best blow job that he had ever had.I knew that Jonathan was a skilled cocksucker who could bring a guest close to orgasm and yet leave that same guest wanting what only the boy’s ass could provide. Still, every time I saw him in action I had the feeling that he could “suck the chrome off a trailer hitch” if he chose to do so.Kyle’s hands dug into the fabric of the bed coverings. His legs stretched and his back arched. When he was just seconds from orgasm, Jonathan stopped sucking and climbed up on the bed. He positioned himself over the young American boy and then lowered himself onto Kyle’s rock-hard organ. Jonathan hooked his knees around Kyle’s sides as he moved up and down just fast enough to keep the young American’s body at a fever pitch of sexual gratification yet not enough to bring on orgasm.Damn, that Jonathan k** is good at keeping you going for much longer than you would have believed possible, I thought as I watched the two boys on the monitor having sex on the bed in the private cabin. I need to see that he gets at least two coins for his efforts. I feel absolutely certain that the Smithsons will be on a plane to Ericson Island or another of our resorts the next time that they want boy sex.Then I heard Steve say “Role over and let Kyle get on top and do you rather than you do him. Let’s let him experience that as well as the way you’re doing it.”Pulling Kyle with him, Jonathan obediently rolled over pulling Kyle with him so that the American boy now found himself on top. Jonathan released his hold on the other boy’s sides and then repositioned his legs so that they came to rest d****d over Kyle’s shoulders. This brought his cute ass up so that it was easier for Kyle to thrust his hard penis into the boy’s rear. The young American responded eagerly and began to thrust himself in and out of the willing flight attendant.By now, Steve was fully aroused. I could see his erection tenting his shorts. He must have decided to get into the act himself because the next thing I knew he was undoing his own shorts and stepping out of them. When he dropped his boxers on the deck, I could see the pre-cum on his firm 5 inch [12½ cm] penis.Naked, he walked over to where the other two boys were engaged in anal sex. As Kyle was buried deep in Jonathan’s rear, Steve ran his hand over the young American’s butt caressing its every curve. Slowly, he let his hand feel the firmness of Kyle’s cute ass. Then, he parted Kyle’s butt cheeks and moistened his middle finger and inserted it in the other boy’s butt. A surprised and startled Kyle jerked involuntarily and then seemed to warm to the idea of its intrusion by increasing the speed at which he thrust in and out of Jonathan. Withdrawing his finger, Steve ran his penis up and down the young American’s crack before applying a liberal amount of K-Y to both it and the other boy’s ass. Easing it into Kyle’s butt completed turning the threesome into a ‘sandwich’. Again, this was a new experience for the American boy. While he continued to enjoy the pleasure s of Jonathan’s boy-hole, Kyle was experiencing having his own hole filled by a very experienced Steve.Faster and faster the two boys thrust their rock hard penises in and out. It wasn’t long before both came almost at once and filled their partners’ butts with creamy boy juice. Then, the three of them collapsed on the bed in a tumbled heap panting from their exertions.After a few minutes, it was Steve who was the first to untangle from the threesome on the bed. He more or less stumbled over to where a small washroom connected to the cabin. Once there, he took a washcloth from the rack, moistened it, and proceeded to wipe down his sweaty body. He would have liked to have had a shower, but that was more than even a luxury flight could manage.Turning back to the two boys still on the bed he said “Jonathan, I think that you had better get up and come back with me to see about the other passengers. We can leave Kyle here and let him rest for a while until we get into the greater New York area.””Yes sir, you’re right,” responded the young flight attendant as he hurriedly got off the bed and went over to the washroom to wipe himself down.A thoroughly spent Kyle lay panting on the bed looking at the other two boys as they dressed and prepared to leave the cabin. “I think that I’ll take you up on that and rest for a few minutes before I go back out there with my father,” said the young American boy. Then he added “That was a lot of fun.”Steve and Jonathan both smiled at him and then Steve replied “Anything to make your experience with Boy Vacations more enjoyable.”Chapter VIAnything For The State DepartmentWe got to JFK around sixteen hundred and taxied to the usual Boy Vacations private terminal. The company’s luxury 747 was waiting and being readied for a s*******n hundred departure for Florida. This didn’t leave us much time to change from one plane to another. Since I had just been the official pilot on the flight from Ericson Island, I had arranged for another pilot to handle the flight of the 747 to Atlanta and then on to Orlando. Steve and I would just be passengers on this flight. My presence there was just to make sure that a very important client was satisfied with the services being provided by ‘Boy Vacations’. However, there were a couple of surprises in store for me.Jack Wilkerson was taking a group of Middle Eastern men to Florida to be entertained while he negotiated with the head of their party on an oil deal. A stop in Atlanta would add a group of boy wrestlers to the mix. The boys were the winners of a youth wrestling tournament that had just concluded in that city. I couldn’t help but wonder if those boys knew just what kind of ‘fun’ they might be expected to provide for Jack Wilkerson and his Arab ‘guests’.When I got to the embarkation area of the private terminal, Steve and I were met by two men in dark business suits. The older of the two was a man in his late forties who introduced himself as Sam Martin with the State Department. The younger guy with him appeared to be in his early 30s. As it turned out, his name was Norman Fisher. Their credentials confirmed their identities.Martin was about five feet ten [1.80 m] tall with short greying hair that had once been a dark brown. He was stocky but not fat. His steel-rimmed glasses gave him a serious air that was probably something that he cultivated.Fisher on the other hand was about 6 feet [1.85 m] tall with a lean build and medium length sandy blond hair. His face was almost boyish when compared to that of Martin. To me, he looked like he might have once been a college track man or at the very least somebody who kept fit by either running or swimming.”Mr. Ericson, the State Department would like to see that Mr. Wilkerson’s guests have a good time while they are in Florida. The oil deal that they are negotiating is important to our country. As we understand it, the group will be staying at the Florida Boy Vacations resort. We understand that your resort caters to, should we say, a rather specialized market which evidently includes Sheik Abdullah and his party. We would like to have Mr. Fisher accompany them as the State Department liaison. Would your company or you have any problem with that?” Martin asked in his most serious State Department voice.”No, of course not. Boy Vacations would be happy to cooperate with the State Department in any way that it can to facilitate any deal that would benefit America. However, as you said, we do provide services to a very specialized market and would not want your Mr. Fisher to assume that he will have veto power over what we do or do not do to provide for our guests,” I answered politely. (This was a new development. All I needed was some straight-laced State Department type wanting to tell me what I could or could not do for a guest.)Martin paused thinking it over for a moment before responding “Of course Mr. Ericson. After all, your company would know best how to take care of its guests in order to insure that they have a good experience. However, Mr. Fisher might be handy just in case one of the Sheik’s party wants something that would violate your company policy or otherwise cause you to break the law regarding the type of services that you can legally provide to guests.””Then I think that we have a deal,” I smiled shaking his hand. I turned to Fisher and said “Please board with the rest of the passengers when they board. I would recommend that you pose as just another passenger so as to minimize your impact on the rest of the guests. After all, they are paying for a rather exotic vacation that starts when they board their flight to their Boy Vacations resort. We would not like for them to think that the government has sent someone to check up on them while they are our guests. I hope that you have some casual clothes with you. The way that you are dressed is fine for a New York business office, but you would look out of place at a vacation resort in Florida.””I have other clothes with me in my bag. I understand and can assure you that I will blend in with the rest of your guests as much as possible,” answered Fisher.”Good. Then let’s keep your true identity between us for now. Oh, by the way, Steve here is my son and assistant. While he’s young, he’s already very experienced at taking care of our guests’ needs. Either he or I will see to anything that you may need on the flight or while you’re at our Boy Vacations Florida resort.” With that, I shook his hand and then excused myself to check in with the rest of the flight crew.However, I had another surprise awaiting me on the way to the plane. John Smithson met me in the middle of the passenger waiting area with a request.”Kyle has really enjoyed his visit to Ericson Island and the fun that he had on the plane ride home. He was wondering if there was any way that he could volunteer to be a Boy Vacations ‘boy’ for a few days and service some of your other guests. I told him that I would ask you but that I was not sure that your company would be willing to allow that,” explained Smithson.”That is a rather unusual request,” I said mulling it over in my head for a moment before continuing. After all, doing special favors for a guest as rich as Smithson would ensure his future return to Boy Vacations as well as his personal recommendation to others in his social set. So I responded “We can accommodate Kyle’s request but there are a few conditions to which he would have to agree. First, he could not go back to Ericson Island since he would be known there as a guest. Second, where ever he does go, he would have to agree that he will not tell any of the other staff that he is really a guest. And, third, he would have to agree that he will be treated just like any other boy on the Boy Vacations staff while posing as part of that staff. If these conditions are acceptable to you and to him, then I think that we can provide Kyle with the experience that he wants.”Smithson motioned to Kyle who was sitting on a bench across the waiting area. He came over to where we were standing. His father repeated my conditions to him and then asked “Do you agree to these conditions? If you do, then maybe you can go with Mr. Ericson to Florida for a week, assuming that he has room for you now. If not, you’ll have to wait until he can make other arrangements. What will it be?””I agree with the conditions and would like to go to Florida with him, assuming that he has space for me now,” answered the boy, all but gushing his acceptance of my terms.”Ok, Kyle. Board with the rest of the passengers and report to the chief flight attendant. Don’t use your real last name. Just tell him that you are a new recruit and he’ll tell you what to do on the flight. After you get to Florida, I’ll tell the supervisor of the boys working there that you’re Kyle Smith and there for orientation. He’ll take it from there. Oh, and you won’t need your luggage. Everything you’ll need will be provided by Boy Vacations,” I told the excited boy. Secretly, I hoped that I had not bitten off more than I could chew by agreeing to take the Smithson boy along with me.John Smithson thanked me profusely and then turned to his son giving him a big hug. Just before they parted, he told the boy to mind the Boy Vacation authorities and that he would see him in a week or so, assuming that he didn’t have to leave the country on business.Next, I caught sight of Jack Wilkinson talking with what could only be his party of Arab oilmen. Wilkinson was a man in his early fifties. His face was tanned in that way that only comes with spending a lot of time outdoors. This contrasted with his thick, bushy head of gray-white hair. He was trim and probably tipped the scale at 185 lb. [83 kg] but it was the fact that he was 6ft. 3 [1.90 m] that made him stand out in a crowd. He was originally from Texas and still wore one of those expensive western ‘cowboy’ hats that marked him as a successful Texan who had come up from simple roots. When you added the hat to his already tall frame, he was hard to miss where ever he went.By contrast, the middle-aged man with whom he was talking was only about 5 ft. 9 [1.76 m] and must have weighed a good 200 lb. [90 kg]. Since he was wearing those flowing robes and the head dress typical of the Arab upper classes, I couldn’t tell, but he looked like he was sporting a sizeable paunch. There were three other men with him who also wore Arab dress. Two appeared to be the sheik’s bodyguards while the third was much younger. As I got closer, I could see that the third man was really only a boy, most likely the sheik’s son. Norman Fisher was also there, sort of in the background, ready to run interference as needed.As I walked up to the group, Jack Wilkinson smiled when he saw me, waved, and called out “Hey Claude! Good to see you. Come on over here and meet Sheik Abdullah and his party.”I waved back at Jack. When I got up to him, we shook hands and then embraced in one of those big hugs that only old friends and lovers can manage. Jack had been one of Boy Vacations first customers. When my father had opened the business with his first resort, the big Texan had booked a suite the very first week that we were accepting guests. That was fifteen years ago. I had been only f******n at the time. Before that week was out, I had been in Jack’s bed on several very memorable occasions. I could honestly say that he had taught me some of my first lessons in man-boy sex. Now, fifteen years later, we respected each other as friends. He knew that I would see that his every wish was fulfilled while a guest of Boy Vacations and I knew that money was not an issue when it came to him and his guests having the time of their lives. Fortunately for me, he only liked young teenaged boys and since I was no longer one, this kept me from becoming an object of his desire.As they untangled from the big hug, Jack turned to the Arabs and said “Sheik Abdullah, this is Claude Ericson. His father is the CEO of Boy Vacations. As you are aware, it’s one of their resorts where we’ll be staying while we’re in Florida. He’ll be with us to insure that our every wish is quietly and efficiently fulfilled. Claude, this is Sheik Abdullah bin Yousef. Let’s just say that he and I are negotiating an oil deal while hoping to enjoy ourselves at the same time.Turning to the Arab nobleman, I extended my hand and said “Alsalamo Alikom” [Peace be with you.] The sheik smiled and took my hand shaking it vigorously while saying “Wa’alikom Alsalam” [and peace be with you.] Then he added in English “Do you speak our language?””No,” I responded. “I regret that I can only show you the proper respect in your own language. However, we do have people on staff at Boy Vacations who do speak fluent Arabic, if you would prefer to be served in your own language while our guest.””It is not necessary, but I thank you for offering. This visit will give me an opportunity to practice my English,” responded Sheik Abdullah. Then turning to the rest of his party he said “This is Ali, my son. He is a student at one of your American private schools and speaks excellent English. There are some things that he in particular would like to experience while in Florida. I trust that you can make them a reality for him. The other two men with us are Omar and Feisal. They are my bodyguards. I regret to say that they only speak very limited English but they are only with us as guards and will not require any special services while we are in Florida. However, if all goes well, I may grant them a few hours in which to amuse themselves before we leave your resort.”Ali was about thirteen or f******n. He stood about 5 ft. 7 [1.70 m] and probably weighed about 150 lbs. [68 kg]. His boyish olive-hued face peered at me from beneath a white burnouse. His dark brown eyes shone brightly taking in every detail of the scene around him. Although his flowing robes made it difficult to be certain, he looked like a slim young man. I recalled other young men from that part of the world with their olive skin and penises that reminded me of a light brown plantain that was always darker than the rest of their bodies. I couldn’t help but wonder if that described him as well.The two body guards were burley men who looked like they could bend nails with their bare hands. Each one was at least six feet [1.85 m] tall and probably weighed at least 200 lbs. [90 kg] apiece. The flowing robes of each man had a couple of obvious bulges that indicated to me that they were armed and ready to defend the sheik, if necessary. My guess was that they were most likely regular army combat veterans from the sheik’s own personal army.”I am sure that Boy Vacations can provide any services that your son might desire. Of course, this would be with your permission as his parent,” I responded again looking back at the sheik.”I have discussed the desires of my son with him and feel certain that whatever he will ask of you has my permission,” advised the sheik.Then turning to Steve, I added “Sir, this is my own son, Steve. Although he is only f******n, he assists me in seeing that our guests receive the best care possible so that their visit to a Boy Vacation resort is something to be remembered. Don’t let his youth fool you, he is already very experienced. If either one of us can be of service, just let us know.”Turning back to Jack Wilkerson, I said “Jack, the conference room on the plane has been made ready per your instructions so that Sheik Abdullah and you can talk business during the flight. We’ll pick up the boy wrestlers in Atlanta and then head on to Orlando. Since I just flew in from Ericson Island in the Caribbean, another pilot will be at the controls for this flight. That will leave me free to make sure that anything that you and your guests want is provided on the flight. If you’re ready, allow me to escort you to the conference room on the plane and we’ll get ready for takeoff.””That’s fine, Claude. Lead on,” answered Wilkerson.***Kyle Smithson boarded the aircraft at the rear door that was being used by the crew. When he got to the door, he looked at the fifteen year-old teenager who was waiting there clipboard in hand and correctly assumed that he was the chief flight attendant. (The fact that he was wearing a white golf shirt with the Boy Vacations logo on the pocket, and blue shorts sort of gave it away, given that Kyle has just spent a week at the company resort on Ericson Island and recognized the uniform of the Boy Vacations staff.)”I’m Kyle Smith. I’m a new recruit and was told by Mr. Ericson to report to the chief flight attendant on this flight. He said that you would know what to do with me,” explained Kyle. (Not using his real last name was something that he remembered to do.)”I didn’t get the word that any recruits would be coming on this flight. When did they decide to add you to the flight?” replied the flight attendant whose name was Marcel.”This was something that they just decided this afternoon. I’m afraid that I don’t know anything about how this would be communicated to you. I was just told to report to the head flight attendant on this particular flight,” responded Kyle.”Ok. Come with me. I’ll check with Mr. Ericson and see that you’re added to the manifest. I saw him board with a party of guests just a few minutes ago,” advised Marcel.”We have Arab guests for this flight. So they had all of the boys that look anything like they might be Arabs work this flight. I’m Marcel. I’m not an Arab. Actually, I’m Lebanese but can pass for anything from Italian to Arab, so long as I don’t have to speak the language.”Like Ali, Marcel was a lean young teenager with an olive complexion. He stood about 5ft. 9 [1.76 m] and weighed 145 lbs. [65 kg]. His hair was wavy and black. It framed his thin face with its brown eyes and aquiline nose in such a way as to give him an exotic look. From the way that his golf shirt clung to his body, Kyle could see that he was in good shape with well-defined arms and chest. Looking at Marcel, the American boy could see how sex with the young Lebanese would appeal to a Boy Vacations guest.Kyle responded to Marcel saying “I’m just your typical American boy. Mr. Ericson said that there are a lot of Boy Vacations guests who, shall we say, want to spend time with an American boy. I want the experience of providing services to the kind of people that frequent a Boy Vacations resort. Plus, the pay is not bad either.”Marcel laughed and then motioned to Kyle saying “Follow me. We need to get you into a recruit’s uniform. The way that you’re dressed, you’re going to be mistaken for a guest.***I led Jack and the Arabs to the onboard conference room on the big 747. I opened the door allowing the others to enter the room first. A large conference table dominated the space. The table could easily accommodate a dozen people around its highly polished surface. Jack Wilkinson and Sheik Abdullah took the seats across from each other at one end of the table. The two guards stationed themselves on opposite sides of the room with one watching the door while the other watched the two men seated at the table.Sheik Abdullah turned to me and said “Would you be so good as to take Ali to one of the smaller rooms on this fine aircraft. He will let you know what he is seeking while we are in Florida.” I bowed slightly to the sheik and said “It would be my pleasure, your highness.” Then Ali, Steve, and I left the older men to discuss oil.As we exited the conference room we found Norman Fisher waiting for us. “Jack Wilkerson and the sheik will be discussing their oil deal in the conference room. The sheik’s body guards are the only other people in there and I doubt that they will allow anyone else to enter until they have finished their business discussion.”Fisher looked a little glum. I guess that he had hoped that they would allow him to observe their oil discussion. However, even I figured that was very unlikely to happen.Then, turning to Ali, I said “Why don’t we go to the Pegasus suite. You can let Steve and me know what you would like in the way of special services while a guest at our Boy Vacations Florida resort.”***Marcel led Kyle toward the midsection of the big aircraft. He stopped and opened a door to what seemed like a private cabin and motioned Kyle inside. Once in the room, Kyle thought that it looked a lot like the one on the flight up from Ericson Island. It had the same arrangement with a bed in one corner piled high with pillows while there was a sitting area in the other corner. A small table completed the furnishings. It wasn’t a large room, but the fact that it was a private room on an aircraft reinforced the fact that this was a private, luxury aircraft.”Take off your clothes. I’ll be back in a minute with the regulation striped golf shirt and blue shorts that are worn by Boy Vacations recruits. That will let the rest of the staff on the plane and in Florida know that you’re a recruit and haven’t yet gone through basic training. I’ll also have a pair of the standard bikini style underwear for you. We all wear them. They’re just something that the guests like and pleasing the guests is the name of the game.Kyle looked at Marcel and then pulled his golf shirt out of his shorts and peeled it over his head. Marcel liked the well-defined look of this young American’s torso and in particular his biceps. It was obvious that he had been involved in weight training and most likely sports as well. He left the room just as Kyle was sliding his shorts down and stepping out of them. I wouldn’t mind helping to train this one, was the thought that crossed the mind of the young Lebanese as he went to get a Boy Vacations uniform for Kyle.***I opened the door to the Pegasus suite and stood aside to let Ali enter. What happened next was not what I expected.Kyle stood there naked in the middle of the room. His clothes had been folded and placed on a chair. He was startled by the door being opened and had instinctively crossed his hands over his hairless pubic region. He sort of looked like the proverbial deer in the headlights.Ali’s eyes went wide as did Kyle’s. Steve and I had entered the room right behind the young Arab. We both wondered what the Hell the Smithson boy was doing in the suite, much less naked. Then we saw the looks on the two boys’ faces.Kyle sputtered, “Ali, what the Hell are you doing here?”Ali staggered for an instant before regaining his balance and then said, “What are you doing here?”It was obvious that the two boys knew each other! “How do you two know each other?” I demanded momentarily losing my composure.Kyle spoke first. “We’re both in the same grade at Middlesex Prep in upstate New York. Last semester, we even lived on the same floor in the same dorm.”I just stood there stunned thinking Oh, crap.Chapter VIIEn Route To Orlando With An Atlanta tuzla escort StopoverThe safest thing to do was to take charge of the situation and bend both boys to my will. So I said sternly, “I sense some sort of problem here. What is it between you two, other than the fact that you never expected to run into each other under these conditions?”Ali turned his face towards me. I could see thinly disguised amusement on his young face. Then he took one more look at Kyle standing there naked before answering. “Kyle and some of his friends made fun of me and some of my friends at school because we shaved our body hair in accordance with the custom of our people and the Prophet’s teachings. It grew into a good natured rivalry. Now, the tables seem to be turned. It is good to see him standing there naked and hairless.” Then he added, “Why is he here anyway?””Kyle is here to learn about the way that we service guests such as yourself and your father. He has agreed to do that as an ‘intern’ on the staff of Boy Vacations. He will do whatever I tell him to do per our agreement,” I explained.Ali smiled a mischievous smile. “Does that mean that I could have him as my body slave while my father and I are guests at your Boy Vacations resort in Florida?” asked the young Arab boy.”If that is what you truly want, I don’t see why not,” I answered. “However, Kyle will only provide those services that any other boy who is employed by Boy Vacations would provide. In turn, you cannot do anything to or with him that you could not do to any other boys on our staff.””Wait a minute!” exclaimed Kyle. “When I said that I wanted to experience life as a boy working for Boy Vacations, I didn’t expect to have to service another boy from my school.””Boys who work for our company do not get to select the guests that they service. That’s up to management and the guest. Surely, you can understand that,” I said somewhat harshly. I stood there thinking that this was not the time to take any crap off of a teenaged boy whore ‘wannabe’, even if his father was rich and a customer that we would like to continue to serve. Then I added in a more civil tone, “You wanted to experience what it was like to service guests at Boy Vacations. This is a good way to find out. Like any job, there are pluses and minuses to it.”Then turning back to Ali, I said, “Will you agree to abide by the rules governing our guests and their use of boy staff members of Boy Vacations. You have a pamphlet that you were given that briefly explains these rules. You read the rules and signed a document stating that you had done so and would abide by them. We are fairly liberal in what you can and cannot do while our guest, but the rules are designed to prevent either the guest or the staff member from any permanent injury while at a Boy Vacations resort. What about it?”Ali looked at Kyle one more time before responding, “Yes, I will abide by the rules. I swear it.”Then turning to Kyle, I said, “You asked to spend a week on the staff of Boy Vacations. Do you agree to do your best to provide the best possible service to Ali as a guest of Boy Vacations understanding that that service is governed by the rules to which he has agreed as a guest?”Kyle looked perplexed. It was plain that he was not happy with the way in which things had developed. Being caught working as a ‘boy toy’, by a school mate, even one like Ali that was not a friend, was not something that he had ever thought might happen. However, he also knew that Ali could go back to school and tell the other boys that he was now hairless. He couldn’t avoid taking a shower forever where his lack of body hair would be seen by the other boys on his floor in the dorm. Besides, if they learned what he had really been doing during the summer break, working as a boy slave would trump the story that he had planned to tell that he had been participating on a swim team and had to shave his body for that. Figuring that he had little choice, Kyle said, “I agree, but expect things to stay within the Boy Vacations guidelines for staff treatment by guests.”I looked from one boy to the other and then announced, “Until I say otherwise, Kyle is now Ali’s body slave. He will perform all functions and duties that Ali wants. Ali is only limited by the things that are prohibited in the rules provided to Boy Vacations guests. As I said, these are mainly things that might involve permanent injury to the guest or to the staff member.Another thing, what happens at a Boy Vacations resort stays there. Neither of you will go back to school nor tell your classmates about what either of you did here. Do each of you swear to abide by to this?”Ali answered first, “I swear that I will honor this agreement.”Kyle swallowed hard and said, “I swear that I will too.””Alright then. Ali, what is it that you would like for Kyle to do for you as his first official act as your body slave?””I want to inspect my new ‘slave’ as I would any other in my service,” answered Ali matter of factly. “My father has taught me that you should always inspect a slave before you buy one.””Kyle was supposed to receive his basic training when we got to Florida so he may not be familiar with all of the protocols dealing with slave behavior. Kyle, come over here and stand in front of Ali with your hands behind your head. You will remain in that position while he inspects you much as a doctor would do,” I informed the young American boy.Kyle hesitated and then asked, “What about some clothes? I was only naked because the chief flight attendant was getting me a Boy Vacations uniform.””You will normally be naked and stand still when examined by a guest who wants to inspect you. If you had been briefed at the island, you would have known this, so you will not be punished for your disobedience, this one time. In the future, however, you may be punished for questioning the desires of a guest. Do I make myself clear?” I asked in a strong, commanding voice.Quickly Kyle came over to where Ali stood and assumed the required position with his hands behind his head. His face was flushed with embarrassment as he stood there naked waiting for God knows what in the way of an inspection by the Arab boy that was his new ‘master’. His four inch [10 cm] penis remained flaccid but his breathing was ragged as his adrenaline level increased in response to the unspoken fear that flowed through him. What have I gotten myself into? was the question that crossed and re-crossed his mind as he awaited the inevitable.Ali looked him in the face and smiled. Then he ran his right hand over the young American’s chest. He stopped and took one of Kyle’s nipples between his thumb and forefinger and felt of it for a moment before moving on down and across his abs. Then his hand found its way onto the smooth, hairless mound of his pubis. He hesitated there for another second before grasping Kyle’s cock in his hand. The boy gasped under his breath and shuddered slightly but otherwise remained still. Ali rolled Kyle’s limp penis around in his hand feeling of it while seeming to weigh it in his hand. Fighting the sensations, Kyle’s organ slowly hardened as the Arab boy’s fingers ran up and down his shaft. Then, still holding the other boy’s penis in his right hand, Ali took the young American’s balls in his other hand. Slowly, he rolled them around inside their sack examining them as though he were examining two marbles before a game.As Ali continued to examine Kyle’s naked body, the door to the private cabin opened. It was Marcel returning with the Boy Vacations uniform for the young American. He stopped in his tracks and his eyes got big as realized that Kyle was standing there naked being examined by another boy in full Arab dress while Claude Ericson watched. The young Lebanese sputtered and exclaimed, “Sir, there was nothing on the manifest indicating that this suite was booked during the flight to Atlanta. I was just trying to get this recruit into the proper uniform.”I replied to Marcel saying, “That’s alright. He’s going to serve Ali bin Yousef while he’s our guest. It’s a personal request. We both realize that Kyle has not been properly trained to serve a guest, but Ali understands this and still wants Kyle’s services for the next few days. I’m sure that we can work something out where he can receive training during his off duty hours.”It was plain that Marcel was surprised by this request, but guests were known for their strange requests and making those requests a reality was one of the things that kept the guests coming back for more. The young Lebanese bowed slightly in my direction and answered, “I understand and will see that it is so.” With that, he put the clothes that he had brought for Kyle on the top of a built-in cabinet at one end of the room. Then, he excused himself, and left the cabin.I turned back to Kyle and Ali in time to hear Ali say to Kyle, “Turn around and bend over.”Kyle turned around as bidden and bent over so that his hands were on the bed. Ali then caressed the young American’s butt checks admiring his cute bubble butt before parting them with his hands. I could see Ali smile wickedly as he inserted a finger into Kyle’s boy hole. I heard the young American gasp at this invasion of his bowels. The Arab boy wasted no time in shoving his finger all the way up to the knuckle into Kyle’s rectum. The American boy’s face was red, more with embarrassment than anything else.Defusing the situation, I asked, “Tell me, Ali, is everything up to your standards?”Slowly withdrawing his finger, Ali responded, “Yes, I find everything in order. I accept Kyle as my body slave during my stay at your resort.””Good. Then you had better let Kyle get dressed. We’ll be landing in Atlanta soon and even though we’ll be at a gate in the private plane section of the terminal, the authorities there are not part of our resort. We have to show a little restraint while loading and unloading to avoid, shall I say, any ‘legal entanglements’ of the sort that I am sure that your father and you would prefer to avoid.”If it’s one thing that the family members of a diplomat like Abdullah bin Yousef could understand it’s avoiding any unpleasant publicity while in a (to them) foreign country.Ali ran his hand slowly over Kyle’s butt one last time and said, “I understand. Kyle, why don’t you dress in your Boy Vacations uniform and we can talk about what I would like in the way of services while at the Florida resort. In the meantime, I will wash up. I have some golf shirts and shorts in my luggage. You can retrieve the smaller of my two bags and bring it here. I would like to change out of my Arab clothes before we reach the Boy Vacations resort.”Kyle didn’t have to be asked twice. He hurried over to the cabinet by the door and quickly found the bikini underwear in the pile of clothes. Once he had them on, he hurried to add the striped polo shirt and blue shorts of a Boy Vacations recruit. Once completely dressed, he turned toward Ali and asked, “May I be excused to fetch your bag, master?”Ali, who had just emerged from the small washroom having washed his hands from playing with Kyle’s butt, said, “Yes, you may be excused but be quick to get my bag. I would like to change before we land in Atlanta.”I must admit that it was all that I could do not to laugh at the two boys playing at being master and slave. I could only hope that they could get along well enough for both of them to enjoy their stay at our Boy Vacations Florida resort. Then I asked, “Let me have Marcel meet with Kyle and you about the services that you would like to have while at our Florida resort. After all, Kyle is only an intern and not likely to be completely familiar with what we can and cannot provide you.””That would be acceptable,” replied Ali as he removed his burnouse in anticipation of changing clothes.***Five minutes later, Kyle returned with Ali’s bag. When he entered the door to the private suite, he was surprised to find Ali standing there in nothing but his boxers. The Arab boy was one of those lean young men whose build and low body fat emphasized his muscular development, particularly his abs. At thirteen, Ali stood about 5 ft. 7 [1.70 m] and probably weighed about 135 lbs. [61 kg]. From participating in sports, his body was hard, if lean. His olive complexion could have, as Marcel had said of himself, allowed him to pass for anything from Italian to Greek to Arab.Kyle had decided that it was best to, “go along to get along,” as the saying goes. So he said to Ali, “Master, I have your bag. Do you wish me to unpack a pair of shorts and a golf shirt for you or would you prefer to do so yourself?”Ali in turn replied, “Open it and take out the tan golf shirt and dark brown shorts. I’ll wear them.” Then he slowly looked Kyle up and down before adding, “Let’s make a deal. I have no wish to be cruel to you. I feel that examining you earlier ‘evens the playing field’ as we would say back at school. Among my people, we have a saying that one does not willingly make an enemy. If you can find it in yourself to serve me for the next few days, we can both enjoy our time at the Boy Vacations Florida resort. What do you say, can you bring yourself to do that?”Kyle was surprised at the offer from the young Arab. He had been dreading the next few days and now Ali was offering to be reasonable about it. Nervously, he looked down at the floor and shifted his weight back and forth first on one foot and then on the other before replying, “I don’t want to fight with you. Yes, I can do that. It takes a real man to be ‘big’ about something like this. Can a ‘boy slave’ respectfully shake hands with his ‘master’ to seal this?”Ali smiled and extended his hand in the traditional gesture of friendship. Kyle took it in his own hand. They shook hands and smiled shyly at each other. This simple gesture had put a whole new face on their pending relationship.Chapter VIIISettling In At The Florida ResortFifteen minutes later, the big plane was landing in Atlanta. Slowly, it taxied to the private plane section of the terminal where a small delegation waited to board. There were six boy wrestlers and their coach at the passenger terminal that afternoon.Jim Horton was the 25 year-old coach of the Gwinnett Warriors. He was a good-looking, tanned physical education major who stood about 5ft. 10 [1.8 m.] with sandy blond hair. He maintained his lean 170 lb. [77 kg] body with weightlifting, swimming, and jogging. Only he knew that as a boy he had once worked for Boy Vacations entertaining guests. When the company had approached him about bringing a group of his boy wrestlers down to their Florida resort for an ‘exhibition’, of boy wrestling, he was hesitant until he was told that this would pay off the last of his student debt. (Another thing that was known only to a few was the fact that Boy Vacations had provided him with a loan to help him complete his college education.)With a free week at a Florida resort dangling out there as the ‘carrot’, it was not hard to find six boys from his team of boy wrestlers who were willing to go to Florida for some ‘exhibition’ matches. Not one parent had even read the fine print on the release that included notification that their sons might be required to wrestle nude covered in oil or some other substance let alone the ‘catchall’ clause about ‘temporary modifications to enhance the matches’. Jim shook his head as he looked at the six k**s anxiously awaiting their chance to board the big 747. Fortunately, the parents had gone along with saying goodbye to their boys at a bus loading point back in Gwinnett County so there were only Jim and his six charges in the waiting area as the plane came to a stop and the boarding stairs were rolled out to the plane.Marcel hurried down the stairs clipboard in hand and greeted Jim and his charges. “You must be Jim Horton,” said the chief flight attendant. “Please take any of the seats in the main cabin. We are only making a brief stop here in Atlanta to pick up you and your group. We will be back in the air and en route to Florida in just a few minutes.””Yes, I’m Jim Horton and these are my six boy wrestlers for the exhibition match at Boy Vacations Florida resort. You should have a list of their names. If you will just call them off one by one. They will board in that order,” replied the coach.Marcel turned toward the eager young faces and read off, “Chad Owens.” A tall slim but obviously muscled sandy-haired boy of about thirteen raised his hand and exclaimed, “That’s me!” and hurried up the steps. “Bill Martin,” announced the head flight attendant and another boy about the same age as Chad came forward to board. Then there were one after another Frank White and Harry Wilson who were both about twelve. Sam Martin (Bill’s younger brother) and his friend Alex Williams, both ten years old, rounded out the group of boys boarding there in Atlanta that day. To Marcel, all of them looked like lean, muscular good-looking boys who had obviously been in training to be ready to compete as wrestlers for the local team that was coached by Jim Horton. The young Lebanese wondered for a moment what these boys would look like naked, covered with oil, and wrestling for the amusement of the guests at the Boy Vacations Florida resort. Did they know what they were getting into or was that part of the surprise? Only time would tell. Then he signaled for the ground crew to retrieve the boarding stairs as he followed the last boy into the aircraft and secured the door to the big plane.***An hour and a half later the 747 landed and taxied to the private plane area of the Orlando airport. Two vans were waiting to take the flight crew and the boy wrestlers to the resort while a stretch limo awaited Jack Wilkinson and Abdullah bin Yousef’s party. I advised Steve and Kyle that they would accompany me in the staff section of the limousine while the guests occupied the rear compartment of the big vehicle. Ali would have preferred to have had Kyle in the back with him, but knew that his father preferred that servants traveled separately, if only in another part of the vehicle, from the passengers.Once everyone was loaded, the caravan made the twenty minute drive to the Boy Vacations resort without incident. As we made the drive, I even had time to figure out how I could treat the boy wrestlers to a day at Disney World, assuming that their schedules permitted.When we entered the grounds, the three vehicles each headed to a different part of the resort complex. The boys that had served as flight attendants on the flight from New York would be put up in the staff barracks while Jim Horton and the boy wrestlers would be sharing a two bedroom suite in the main hotel complex. However, Jack Wilkinson and the bin Yousef party would each be housed in separate wings of a largeguest house in the luxury section of the resort. His body guards would share the pool house at the Arab’s side of the guest house while Norman Fisher, the State Department rep, would use Jack Wilkinson’s pool house. The two houses were designed to be used jointly so there was only one private pool that ran across the back of the two and thus provided a larger swimming pool than might have been available at a house designed strictly for a single party of guests. Being 25 meters [81 ft.] long and 6 meters [20 ft.] wide, the private pool was indeed something that whispered, “luxury,” to the guests using the guest house complex.When the limo stopped at the unit that Ali and his father were to occupy along with his guards, he asked, “Father, May I have my body slave accompany me? Kyle here has been assigned to serve my needs while we are here.”The sheik looked at the young American boy standing beside the limo taking in his lean, muscular form with something more than ordinary interest. “I don’t see any reason why not, assuming, of course, that it is acceptable to the resort.”I looked from Kyle to Ali and then to the sheik before answering, “Of course, we would be happy for Kyle to remain with you and your party and provide whatever he can to make your stay at Boy Vacations more comfortable.”With that, the sheik acknowledged my agreement, thanked me, and then proceeded to enter the guest house. Ali motioned for Kyle to follow him and his father. Omar and Feisal, the sheik’s big body guards, already had entered the building and were no doubt checking out it out for security purposes although one of Boy Vacations own staff security people was there to assure that everything had already been checked.The wing of the guest house assigned to the Arabs consisted of a large comfortably furnished living room, a dining room, a small kitchenette, and two bedrooms, each with its own bathroom and walk-in closet. Large windows in the living area opened onto a flagstone terrace which was flanked by one end of the private pool. Sub-tropical foliage and palms completed the view from the terrace.Two Boy Vacations porters carried the Arabs’ luggage into the guest house and deposited the sheik’s and Ali’s bags in their respective rooms and then excused themselves to retrieve the guards’ luggage. Per Sheik Abdullah’s instructions, his bodyguards would occupy the small pool house as their quarters. Most likely, one would sleep while the other was on guard at night. As soon as they were satisfied that everything was secure, they took up positions at the front door and on the terrace.Once the porters had left and all was deemed secure, Sheik Abdullah called to Ali, “Come to me and bring your ‘slave boy.’ I would like to see what you have chosen.” Ali motioned to Kyle to come with him and then whispered to him, “If you know what’s best for you, do exactly what he says.He is very conservative. You and I know that we are playing a role here, but he may not see it that way.” Kyle nodded at the young Arab boy to acknowledge that he understood and followed him to where the sheik was waiting in the middle of the living room in their guest house.Ali looked at his father and asked, “I assume that you would like to inspect the slave as you have taught me to do. Is that correct, my father?””Yes, of course. Let’s see what you have chosen and how well you have chosen, my son,” replied the boy’s father.Then turning to Kyle, Ali said, “Strip slave that my father may inspect you.”Kyle swallowed hard and reached down and pulled his golf shirt out of his shorts and peeled it over his head depositing it on a nearby chair. Next, he kicked off his shoes followed by his socks. He unfastened his belt and let his shorts drop to the floor. He stood there hesitating only a moment before he put his thumbs in the band of his bikini underwear and pushing them down only to step out of them when they reached the floor.The American boy stood there naked facing the sheik and Ali. Kyle played football and basketball back at school. In the off season, he lifted weights. For a boy of thirteen, his shoulders were broad with already impressive teenaged biceps and well-defined pecs and abs. Although now hairless below the neck, he sported a roughly four inch [10cm.] flaccid cock with hisprominent ball sackapparent underneath it.Sheik Abdullah looked him in the face and smiled. Then, as Ali had done earlier, he ran his right hand over the young American’s chest. Then, using both hands he took Kyle’s nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and felt of them. Slowly, he moved on down and across the boy’s abs feeling of the muscles of his torso before his right hand found its way onto the smooth, hairless mound of the young American’s pubis. Next with one hand he grasped Kyle’s cock while with the other he caressed the boy’s firm rounded butt. As before, the boy gasped under his breath and shuddered slightly but remained still while the older man felt his most private parts. Knowing that he could not fight the sensations, Kyle’s penis slowly hardened as the middle-aged Arab’s fingers ran up and down his shaft. Then, still holding the boy’s penis in his right hand, the sheik took the young American’s balls in his other hand. Slowly, he rolled them around inside their sack examining them as though he were weighing two stones before skipping them across a pond. Kyle’s penis reached its full five inch erect length standing almost at a right angle to his body. His breath was ragged and there were even a few reddish spots on his skin.’Now I know what a piece of meat must feel like when it’s being examined in the market by a housewife’ thought KyleTurning to Ali, the boy’s father said, “You have chosen well, my son. This one is what I understand the Americans would call ‘a keeper.’ Have you as yet had the opportunity to test his ability to satisfy your other needs?””No, my father. There was not time on the plane. I was planning on doing that here. Did you wish to watch me do so?” asked Ali.”No, my son.I will leave it to you to bring him to orgasm rather than have him demonstrate his ability for me. Enjoy yourself. As it is, I have more work to do regarding the oil deal with Mr. Wilkinson. We are close to an agreement but we still have some details to work out,” responded the sheik. (‘Besides’ he thought ‘I can watch you on the closed circuit television in my room, if I wish to do so and you will be none the wiser.’)Ali turned toward Kyle and said to him, “Pick up your clothes and follow me into my room.” Without another word, the young American did as he was ordered.The two boys walked into the bedroom of the suite that had been assigned to Ali. The king-sized bed was flanked by two nightstands on which stood matching large Stiffelbrass lamps. The double dresser across from the bed was topped by an extra-large gilt framed mirror that reflected the bed and whatever happened there. A large flat-screen television on one wall and two comfortable chairs completed the room’s furnishings. Along the far side of the room was a row of floor to ceiling windows and a door that overlooked the private swimming pool that was reserved for guests staying in the suite. The floor to ceiling antique silk d****s at the windows provided a way to convert the room to night even at midday. However, the camera that was trained on the bed was well hidden so that neither boy realized that it was there.”I think that I would like to have a shower before we have dinner. Help me to undress,” ordered Ali.He leaned forward and then whispered in Kyle’s ear, “I must treat you like any other servant while there is a possibility that my father can see or hear us. When we are alone, I can relax that.” Kyle said nothing but nodded his head to let Ali know that he had heard him. Then Ali set on the end of the bed and pointed to his shoes. Kyle sank to his knees and untied his shoes and slipped them off followed by the young Arab’s socks.Ali stood and pulled his golf shirt out of his shorts and over his head. He handed the garment to the naked young American who put it on a chair beside the window wall. Then, he undid his belt and slipped his shorts down and stepped out of them. He followed this by pushing his boxers down his slim hips and legs until he could step out of them as well. Kyle retrieved both garments and added them to the pile on the chair. Then he turned to look at Ali who now stood there equally nude looking back at him. Only the fact that their eyes were fixed on each other’s bodies made it apparent that both boys appreciated what they saw.As had been apparent on the plane when he had changed out of his Arab clothes, the Arab boy was one of those lean young men whose build and low body fat emphasized his muscular weighed about 135 lbs. [61 kg]. From participating in sports, his body was hard, if lean. However, it was his brown three inch flaccid penis which contrasted with his olive complexion that most attracted Kyle’s gaze. That was something that he had only glimpsed back at school where being known as gay would have made him an outcast among the other boys in his school.The American boy stood there naked facing Ali knowing for the first time that Ali really shared his feelings for other boys. For a boy of thirteen, his shoulders were broad with already impressive biceps and well-defined pecs and abs. He was almost 5ft. 7in. [1.72 m] tall and weighed about 140 lbs. [63 kg] with fair, tanned skin and straight light brown hair that was cut short. His experience on Erickson Island had left him hairless below the neck so that he now looked just like Ali. His four inch [10 cm] flaccid cock twitched with anticipation of sex with the Arab boy that he had secretly coveted for the past year. The fact that Ali might have wanted him as badly as he did him had not crossed his mind before their chance meeting on the plane.”Let’s get that shower. I’m starved but want to clean up before eating,” said Ali breaking the silence as he turned and headed toward the bathroom. Kyle followed and soon both boys were in the oversized shower soaping each other’s bodies.It wasn’t long before their hands were onlysoaping each other’s rapidly stiffening cocks.Kyle leaned back against the tile wall of the shower. His eyes were glazed as Ali’s experienced hand raced up and down his rock-hard cock. His emotions were fixed on how good it felt finally to be ‘doing it’ with another boy and that boy being the one he had so wanted to do it with all year long when they were back at school. Soon, his face was blank almost like he was in a trance. However, this didn’t stop him from stroking Ali’s equally hard penis in his own soapy but very effective way. Before long, both boys were locked in a passionate kiss as they worked to achieve each other’s climax. Then almost in unison, it happened. Both boys erupted in long streams of cum followed by several shorter bursts. Even then, the kiss continued as a year of unanswered passions spent themselves in another five minutes that focused on exploring and learning the details of each other’s body. Only the fact that they had not eaten since New York eventually caused them to leave the shower and focus on finding food.***Over in the pool house behind Jack Wilkinson’s wing of the guest house, Norman Fisher was trying to figure out just what his role was in these ‘negotiations’. It was clear that neither Wilkinson nor Sheik bin Yousef had any current need for his services. Only if things got ‘sticky’, would there be the possibility that he had a role to play on behalf of the State Department. Fisher thought to himself ‘I’m here sort of like a fire extinguisher in case of an emergency.’ Then he stripped off his clothes and headed for the shower that adjoined his room.Now in his early 30s, Fisher came from a middle class family in Nashville, Tennessee. A good mind and a flair for foreign languages had earned him a scholarship to Vanderbilt where he had majored in international business with a minor in Spanish. A Foreign Service career seemed the perfect way to go once college was out of the way. After two years at the consulate in Seville, Spain and another at the embassy in San Jose, Costa Rica, Fisher had been assigned to the Latin American section at the State Department’s main offices in Washington. Only recently, had an opening in the Middle Eastern section given him the opportunity to flex his international business background. Still, a crash course in Arabic had not given him a complete mastery of that language.After a full day running around the airport in New York and the flight down from there, the shower felt good as Fisher let it wash over him. He was about 6 feet tall with a lean build and medium length sandy blond hair and was one of those guys whose face remained boyish compared to that of a lot of other men his age. A former college track man, he now kept fit by running and swimming. In fact, that pool out there looked better by the minute.***Over in the main hotel building of the resort complex, Jim Horton, the 25 year-old coach of the Gwinnett Warriors, had called a meeting of his six charges. The good-looking, tanned physical education major stood about 5ft. 10 [1.8 m.] with sandy blond hair. He maintained his lean 170 lb. [77 kg] body with weightlifting, swimming, and jogging. Only he knew that as a boy he had once worked for Boy Vacations entertaining guests. When the company had approached him about bringing a group of his boy wrestlers down to their Florida resort for an ‘exhibition’, he was hesitant until he was told that this would pay off the last of his student debt. (That was another thing that was known only to a few very close friends: Boy Vacations had provided him with a loan to help him complete his college education.)The boys assembled around the room good-naturedly jostling one another as their coach called for silence. As the room quieted down, Jim looked from one boy to another. The tall slim form ofobviously muscled sandy-haired thirteen year-old Chad Owens looked back silently. Next to him, dark haired Bill Martin played with a pencil on a pad on the desk at his side. He was the same age as Chad but appeared heavier because he was shorter than the Owens boy. Whereas Chad was probably a good 5 foot 9, Bill was only pushing 5 foot 8 but both boys weighed roughly 145 lbs. [65 kg]. Then there were twelve year-old Frank White and Harry Wilson who were still having trouble refraining from rough housing on the sofa. The two brown-haired boys each stood about 5 foot 4 [1.60 m]and weighed 125 lbs. [56 kg]. Sam Martin (Bill’s younger brother) and his friend Alex Williams, both ten years old, rounded out Jim Horton’s group of boys. These ten year-olds stood about 4 foot 10 [1.50 m] and weighed about 100 lbs.[46 kg]. To Jim, all of them were lean, muscular good-looking boys who had worked hard training to be ready to compete as wrestlers for the team that he coached back in the Atlanta suburbs. So, he was glad that he could offer them a little fun before they would have to wrestle for the pleasure of some of Boy Vacations guests, some of whom had unusual tastes as he well knew.”Ok, now,” Coach Horton said in a voice loud enough for all to hear. “Hear me. I have some good news. Mr. Jack Wilkinson who is our host on this trip has invited us over to his guest house for a swimming party. He would like to meet you and thought that you might like a little fun as well. There should be a van out front ready to take us over there. After that plane ride I would think that every one of you would enjoy a swim before dinner.”A few ragged cheers greeted his message. Then, Sam Martin spoke up, “Hey coach, I don’t think that I brought my swim trunks with me. What am I going to swim in at this party?””Don’t worry about that, Sam. Things are pretty relaxed at a Boy Vacations resort. I would imagine that you will all be swimming in your birthday suits, if you want to that is,” answered the coach.There were a few looks of surprise among the boys but not what you might have expected among that age group. After all, these boys were used to group showers and working out in nothing but a singlet where feeling the other k**’s package was just part of the sport.Fifteen minutes later they were in a van on their way to the Wilkinson guest house and the swimming pool that lay behind it.***Ali and Kyle stood there in the bedroom drying off still smiling slyly at each other after the sex that they had just enjoyed in the shower. The private pool reflected the last of the dying sunlight in ripples of light that fell across the windows of their room. Suddenly, there was a flash of iridescent green past the windows that startled both boys. Then they realized that it was from a peacock on the flagstones beside the pool. Intrigued and still naked they hurried over to the windows to see the magnificent bird as it lingered beside the pool outside their room.”Let’s go out and see it,” said Ali. “I have never seen one up this close before.”With that he opened the door and headed out onto the flagstones followed by Kyle. In a moment the naked teems stood transfixed as the big green bird preened itself oblivious to their presence.***Norman Fisher had decided that a swim was just the thing to take the edge off before whatever might happen at dinner, a dinner in which he might well be expected to eat in the corner with the help. Searching among the things in his luggage he found the swim briefs that he always wore when swimming laps. The navy blue and gold Sporti-made suit fitted him like a glove and enabled him to glide through the water almost like he was wearing nothing, the way that he would have preferred to swim, if it had been allowed at the gym where he worked out back in Washington. 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Elle’s first lesbian experienceI’ve been talking to an extremely horny friend of mine recently, and aside from a couple of incessantly hot phone calls and banter, he has encouraged me hugely to be more communicative on here. Mostly he has inspired me to continue writing blogs due to the bizarre and somewhat scary situation we find ourselves in currently. I would love to think that I am doing something positive to lift the spirits (and delicious cocks) of the guys that read what I post and have posted in the past. Therefore with this in mind I have decided to post a naughty blog as often as possible. I would be very grateful if you could give me some feedback and also send me some ideas of any filthy scenarios you’d like to see me write about and I will endeavour to satisfy your inner most desires (how I rock and roll really).Onwards and upwards (snigger), I have decided to base my first cumback blog on a situation that I found myself in around 10 years kadıköy escort ago. This occurred when a friend and I popped to the pub across the road from her house and I’m pretty sure we weren’t even flirting in the pub. We got back to her house, she poured another glass of wine for us both. I popped to the loo and as I walked back towards the lounge, she appeared quite suddenly. Next thing I knew she kissed me full on. She was a great kisser and our tongues rapidly became entwined whilst we fondled each other through our clothes. We were both beautiful looking, fit and had there been anyone watching they would have shot their load with us kissing and wantonly groping one another’s perky tits and arses.That was just the beginning though. I’m guessing she had had lesbian experiences previously because she seemed adept at the whole ‘shebang’ (most fitting word evvvvvver). üsküdar escort Before I knew it her long, slender fingers tugged my naughty little black thong to one side and found their way between my soft, sweet purse which was sopping wet by this point. My clit was throbbing like a hammered thumb and she stroked it quite gently in comparison to what came next.I’ve already mentioned how experienced she seemed. I felt dizzy with how turned on I was and felt like I was about to have the most incredible orgasm of my life. She seemed to sense it though and stopped massaging my love bud, thrusting 2 fingers into my tight, wanton little snatch. (FYI I just had to stop writing for a few minutes to take care of my greedy little cunt, I so badly needed to cum. Story of my life, so frustrated right now). It genuinely was the first time I had been finger blasted and I couldn’t get enough. I grabbed her wrist, forcing tuzla escort her harder and faster inside me. My head started to spin and I squirted all over her hands and the rug on the floor. I thought my legs were about to give way as a fountain of cum spewed from my cunt slit. “Oh yesssss, give it all to me” she excitedly breathed into my face, whilst we shared the fanny juice that had poured over her hand in a passionate kiss. In a deft and nimble motion she descended to the floor with her knees spread apart, lifted my cute little dress and plunged her hungry tongue into my still exposed pussy. She groaned with pure pleasure, telling my how amazing I tasted, all the while frigging her own gorgeous snatch. I’m not sure of the timescale exactly, but it wasn’t very long before we both came together, explosive orgasms instantaneously. My legs did give up then and we became a snotty, cummy, panting heap on the floor, both completely spent. I have wanked myself silly over that many times and I’d like to think you have your magnificent, stiff prick in your hand right now. If you haven’t spaffed already, then I sincerely hope your helmet is glistening with my favourite lip gloss, pre cum.I’m off to play with my throbbing, deprived cunt…TTFN you filthy, horny mother fuuuuuhhs. Stay safe and well, y’all!

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Giving a blowjob on the beachI love being naked whenever I can, in the house, on the beach or in the car. The feel of being naked is simply the best. but in Hong Kong it is not so easy to get naked outdoors but where there is a will there is a way, and a place. I love the sight of naked people too whether it be male or female and there is always the thrill of getting hard and having a little fun too, especially if it is quiet. Walking around with a hard-on getting looks from everyone is an exciting experience which always ends with me wanking myself or if I’m really lucky someone wanks me off. Never yet managed to have sex on the beach but this is something I really want to do. I really like watching others having sex or playing with each other too, it makes me so hard halkalı escort as it is just such a turn on. On a visit some time ago to a beach on Lantau Island, Hong Kong I was lying naked and enjoying the sunshine. If anyone passes I usually cover up but this one guy walked back and forth a few times and was obviously interested and looking for a little fun so I thought I’d make his and my day. This one time he passed by I left myself uncovered and as he approached I made my cock a little bigger by rubbing it just to give him a little show. He stopped and smiled and then sat down near me and he got naked too, we made sure we could see each others cocks and I made no secret of the fact I was taksim escort looking at his and he did the same. Really made me horny seeing this young cock throbbing and him rubbing it for me so I went over a little closer to him. We chatted for a while, he was about 25 or so. I’m a bit older and as I’m a white guy in Hong Kong the locals are sometimes quite interested in the sight, feel and sometimes taste of a white mans cock, I certainly love the taste of a young mans cock too. After we chatted for a while I felt a little sunburn starting so I went for a little walk and a dip in the sea. When I was walking back naked up the beach to my towel near his I could see him getting a hard-on whilst looking at me so I laughed and said ‘someone şişli escort is excited’. I went over and sat next to him and I asked him if I could hold his cock and he said yes, holding such a firm and not too big cock felt really good. He was shaved and cupping his balls made him smile and happy. I asked him if I could suck his cock and as this really makes me feel good to give pleasure to another man like this, more-so than just grabbing it and jerking him off, anyone can do that. It felt really good to have a firm young cock in my control and boy did I suck his cock good. Licking his smooth balls and shaft was the best feeling I had for some time. He was really moaning end enjoying my blowjob and after just a few minutes he said he was cumming so I made him cum in my mouth. It was not a huge load as he said he had wanked himself off earlier in the day but it was a good feeling. I don’t swallow cum but just having it in my mouth is pleasure enough. One happy camper right there.After he finished he grabbed my cock and jacked me til I cum, never had such a good time on the beach for a while.

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Wife Swapping with JanetMy wife is gorgeous and always horny. Maybe I needed help to keep her satisfied.When I married Janet, our sex life was wonderful. But after four years, one would think that it would slow down a bit…but it didn’t. Janet was always horny and needed to fuck every night and twice a day on weekends! She loves to give head; loves sixty-nine; loves doggie; and loves missionary. She’s a gorgeous brunette with brown eyes and a killer smile. Every man who sees her wants to get into her pants!The only problem is that I’m finding it increasingly difficult to keep her satisfied. She gives me a quick blowjob every day when I get home from work, then wants me between her legs when we go to bed! I started to think that maybe I needed help. Maybe she’d consider wife swapping with our good friends, Don and Carlene?So, one night after we’d made love, I said, “Janet, have you ever had fantasies about making it with Don?”She turned to face me and propped her head on her hand. “Why do you ask that? Do you want to make it with Carlene?”“Oh, Charlene is a gorgeous girl, but I was just thinking that a little variety in our sex life would be fun. So, have you?”“Yes, I have thought about it. Don is a handsome guy and I’ve noticed that he sometimes gets a hard-on when we’re together.”“Then I would bet that he’d love to get you into bed!”“Hmm. You think so?”“Yep. Want me to explore that possibility?”“I guess you can, but Charlene might not like the thought of Don sleeping with me.”“Well, you never know. I’ll ask him.”- – – – -Since Don and I are co-workers, the next day I asked him if he’d consider wife swapping with me and Janet?“Are you serious? Janet is gorgeous, but I’d be surprised if she’d want to have sex with me.”“No. We discussed it last night and she’d like to do it. What about Charlene? Would she go along with it.”“Are you joking? She’d jump at the chance to get you between her legs. She has fantasies about the two of you all the time!”“Really? She told you that?”“Yes. And sometimes she’ll whisper your name as we make love.”“Damn! What does she say?”“Oh, things like ‘Fuck me, Bill.’ Or ‘I can feel you cumming, Bill.’”“Really! Then maybe you could suggest wife swapping to her.”“I will tonight. If I were a betting man, I would bet that she’ll agree.”“Great! Let me know tomorrow.”- – – – -Charlene readily agreed, so we met at our house the following Saturday halkalı escort night. Janet and I were excited about what might happen and I couldn’t wait to get Charlene into bed.Janet and I had talked about it and had agreed that we wouldn’t share anything about our nights with the other people. It might be hurtful to hear that maybe Charlene was a better lay than Janet, or that Don’s cock was bigger than mine.Charlene is a gorgeous blonde with beautiful blue eyes and a look that says, “I’m good in bed.”That night she was wearing a blue tank top and a matching mini-skirt. She looked like she was ready for sex and I sure was ready to feel her luscious lips around my cock. I’d always thought that she was probably good at giving head and that night I was going to find out.We went out to eat and the whole time, Charlene kept staring at me with a look that said, “I’m going to fuck your brains out tonight.” So, I returned the same look.And I noticed that Janet and Don couldn’t take their eyes off of each other either. This night was going to be a great idea.We decided that Don would go to our place with Janet, and I would go home with Charlene. I was betting that both girls were wet by the time we finished dinner.As soon as I got to Charlene’s house, she put her arms around my neck and we French kissed for five minutes. She was moaning and humping the huge bulge in my pants and I was making a fist with her soft blonde hair.Then she said, “I’ve always wanted to suck you off,” as she looked me in the eyes and unbuckled and unzipped my pants. Then she dropped to her knees and pulled my pants to the floor and kissed the huge bulge in my boxer shorts.“Mmm. Your cock is so big and hard,” she whispered as she rubbed and kissed it. Then she quickly pushed my boxers to the floor and sucked my cock into her mouth.I groaned, took her head in both hands, and pulled her face to my stomach. Her lips were tight around my cock and her tongue had slipped under it, so I humped her tight throat for only a few minutes before shooting off.“Gunk! Gunk!” were the swallowing sounds she made as each spurt of cum slithered down her gullet.I almost passed out from the sheer pleasure of Charlene’s deep throat blowjob. It was so much better than I had imagined it would be as I looked down at the top of her blonde taksim escort head with her face buried in my stomach. It felt like my balls contained a quart of cum that ended up being shot into her stomach. I will never forget the feel of her throat; the sound of her swallowing; or the feel of her blonde hair in my fingers as she took my load.When my balls had drained into Charlene’s stomach, she pulled my cock from her throat and milked it with her lips to get all the remaining cum. Then she stood up, put her arms around my neck and whispered, “Was that better than your fantasies?”“Ten times better.”“Good. Now take me to bed and fuck my brains out. Only that will satisfy my fantasies.”“Your wish is my command,” I said, then followed her to their king-size bed. “Nice! Lots of room to play!”As I watched Charlene pull her tank top over her head, it revealed the nicest set of plump boobs I’d ever seen! They looked so plump that I thought they might be enhanced, but one squeeze told me that they weren’t. I thought, “All of these years she’s had these nice boobs hiding under her clothes and I never knew it.”Then when she stepped out of her mini-skirt, I turned her around, grabbed a nice boob in each hand, and pushed my hard cock against her ass. I kissed her neck and shoulder as I walked her to the bed and bent her over it.“Mmm. Are you going to fuck me from behind? I love it that way. I like to pretend that I’m being ****d by a good-looking stranger.”“That’s what I’m going to do.”“Please don’t hurt me! Fuck me, but don’t hurt me.”I ignored her pleas and eased my nine-inch cock into her. She was much tighter than I thought she would be, so I pretended that I’d just popped her cherry.“Oh god, Bill. You’re so deep inside me!”“I just popped your cherry, Charlene.”“I know. I felt it and it hurt.”I continued to pump on Charlene for thirty minutes before shooting off. She had three wonderful, intense orgasms that made her body go into spasms. She groaned so loudly that I had to put my hand over her mouth. That must have made her **** fantasy even better because that’s when she had the most intense orgasm as she struggled and moaned.When my balls were empty again, I rolled onto the bed and Charlene cuddled up in my arms and laid her head on my shoulder. We took a short nap, then made love in the missionary position. I wanted to feel şişli escort her legs around me as I fucked her.Charlene had three more orgasms before collapsing in total exhaustion. As she laid there half asleep, I continued to fuck her until I shot off, then I rolled over and went to sleep. At some point during the night, Charlene cuddled into my arms because she was there when I woke up. – – – – -The next morning, we showered together and met Don and Janet at Perkin’s for breakfast at nine. For a few minutes, everyone felt a little awkward. Given the fact that Don had slept with Janet and I had slept with Charlene, one can see why we’d feel awkward.Finally, Janet said, “Well, I assume that we all had fun last night.”We all looked at each other and shook our heads in the affirmative. After that, things were okay.Our swapping became a monthly thing so there would be no emotional attachment happening. Then after a year of swapping, I had an idea.“What would you guys think about swapping and making love in the same room? We’d get a motel room with two beds, draw the d****s and turn out all the lights so it’d be really dark. We’d only be able to hear each other fucking. What do you think about that?”Don’s face lite up and the girls looked at each other and shook their heads in approval. So, the following Saturday night, we got a room with two beds, drew the heavy d****s closed, and turned out the lights. It was so dark that we had to feel our way to our assigned beds.I knew right away that Charlene was into this ‘experiment’ because when I licked her clit in the sixty-nine position, she was already wet. She moaned and took my cock down her throat as I licked her. I pushed my toes under her head so she could keep my cock in her throat without her neck getting tired.Janet was the first to have an orgasm. She was quite loud as she groaned through it. I don’t know what they were doing, but she must have liked it.Then as I pressed my tongue hard against Charlene’s clit, she groaned with my cock in her mouth as her orgasm ravished her body. I’m sure that Don and Janet could recognize what we were doing by her cock-muffled groan.Then we turned around in the missionary position and fucked for at least an hour. I heard Janet have three more orgasms while Charlene had four. I put my hand over her mouth for the last two and that seemed to make her orgasms longer. Later she told me that she was pretending that I was r****g her while her husband was asleep in the bed beside us.All four of us liked that so much that the next time we did it, we got a room with a king-size bed and fucked each other’s wives while laying side-by-side just two feet apart. That way the sounds were much clearer and more of a turn-on.

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Part 3!!!: Cuckold Reality Followed by Fantasy:Part 3 Cuckold Reality Followed by Fantasy:Derek starts to blow my Xhamster mailbox up! This time, not with pictures. But message after message. Telling me that he was sorry for the other day and a bunch of crap like that. Me. It bothers me from time to time. You know. When I really sit down and think about it and all. But, if I try to keep it simple in my mind and think about how much Jennifer loved being with a man who actually has a dick worth fucking. Plus, it was my own real life porn video! Super hot to Jill off to!! And I know she loves me and who we are. She just needed a good deep down dick’n. So I guess I’m pretty good with everything. I’m actually more pissed off about her fucking him behind my back than the 2 of them fucking in front of me. If that makes any sense.So anyway. I tell Derek that everything was cool. And to prove it to him I offered to buy him a drink at that bar down the street from his place. He got there a few minutes before me. I see him talking to a couple of guys. I didn’t want to interrupt them so I grab a seat at the bar and order a double. A few minutes later Derek walks up to me and invites me back to the table that he and his buddies are sitting at. The 4 of us talk and drink for a good long while. I excuse myself to run to the bathroom. A minute later one of his buddies walks in to the restroom. I was just finishing up and started to wash my hands. On my way out his buddy asked me why I was in a rush?So, trying to be polite I decide to wait for him to finish up. When he was done he turned around and still had his dick out of his jeans! Plus, he is rock hard!! “WTF?!” I say as I turn around and start to leave again.“No no!!! Wait up dude! I’m sorry. I just thought that you might be interested in me or something.”“Why would you think that?” I asked him as politely as I could.“Well, you know. Maybe I was imagining it, but I thought you’d been checking me out and all. So I thought, maybe you’d wanna hook up?”I look back at the door. Then I turn back towards him. His dick was still out but he wasn’t rock hard anymore.“I guess I scared him a little bit? Maybe I can help you out.” I tell him sheepishly.He stepped backwards into a stall and I quickly followed him. I close the stall door and drop to my knees. I lift his 1/2 hard cock up and place it on my face. Yeah, of course he’s big too. His cock went from my chin up to my hairline. (Yes, I keep my head bald.) It felt awesome having his long cock covering my face with his big nuts hanging just below my chin. So I let it lay there for a moment before I take it in my hand and put him in my mouth. As I’m sucking away at him, we hear the restroom door open. Someone came in and did their thing and then left. Did this distract me from working on his cock?! Not even a little! I kept sucking on it. It was too üsküdar escort good to stop! It didn’t take too long before he was shooting his delicious cum in my mouth. I held it in my mouth for a minute before I swallow it all up. We go back to the table and rejoin our friends.After a while the one dude leaves. Then Derek invites me and Chris, the guy who I just gave restroom head to, back to his place.So, Chris jumped on that idea like white on rice. We all head back to Derek’s place. Derek grabs a bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue and we all head upstairs to his smoke room. Derek pours us a double shot and then tells us to pick out a cigar. So after I find my cigar I turned around they were both gone. Their glasses of whiskey are still there. So I take a seat and light my stick. After a short minute they both come back in the room. Both of them, completely naked! My eyes must have popped out of my head! Because they both chuckle a little. Chris said, “I thought that we’d get that kinda reaction from you. I’m glad that we did.” Then Derek adds, “Now it’s your turn.”So I take off all of my clothes. My little sissy cock is already rock hard! They both light up their sticks and have a seat. As we smoke, drink and talk for about 10 minutes I decide that I’ve had enough of only looking at these 2 big cocks. I had to do something with them!!! Derek is a bigger guy. I don’t mind. I like the fatter daddy look. Especially when he’s packing a cock as thick as Derek has. He has the length too. But boy is his delicious cock thick! Anyway, Chris’ cock was already mostly hard, so I figure that I’d start with him. I put my smoke down and crawl across the floor and sit between Chris’ legs like a bitch begging for a good bone. I take his long cock in my mouth. Not using my hands at all I just start sucking. After a minute I keep sucking and start to massage his big balls. After another minute I notice that Derek is rubbing his cock while watching me work Chris’ cock. So I decide to pay him a visit. I crawl a few feet over to Derek. He takes his big cock and puts it in my mouth. I start sucking. Putting as much of his thick b**st in my mouth as I could. I start to stroke his cock while I’m still sucking on it. He grabs me by the back of my head and starts to fuck my mouth! Forcing as much of his thick monster in my sissy mouth as he could! I stop for a moment. He picked up where I stopped and started to stroke his cock. I grab my whiskey, shoot it down and watch him continue to stoke his manhood. After a minute and another shot I start sucking and stroking his cock some more. Chris gets up to join us. He sits down behind me and lubes his cock. He took his lubed fingers and starts to work my tight little boi puss. I start to moan and push back against his fingers. So he puts 2 fingers inside of me. tuzla escort He works them for a minute then adds a 3rd and then a 4th finger! I moan even louder! He pulls his fingers out and grabs his cock with one hand and my slim waist with the other. He pulls me down and guides his hard cock to my puss. He slides his mushroom cap into me and stops for a minute! I pull my mouth off of Derek’s cock and yell, “Please! Give it to me!”Chris couldn’t resist the invitation and pulls my ass down on his long cock! I was only able to get about 3/4 of his cock in my puss before he “bottomed out”. I start to ride his cock and then I continue to suck Derek’s manhood. Derek says, “That’s right you sissy bitch! Work these daddy dicks!”After a few long minutes Derek had to switch places with Chris. So we all stand up and take a few more shots before Chris sits down in the chair. I get between Chris’ legs and Derek sits on the floor under my sissy ass. As I start to suck Chris’ cock Derek pulls my waist down to his cock. He gently eases his thick piece of manhood into my very willing boi puss. As soon as my sissy ass starts to slide down on his thick cock my little sissy cock starts to leak cum! I start rocking back and forth between these two cocks harder and faster! Rocking back and forth hard and fast for a solid 10 minutes and I knew that I couldn’t hold back anymore! I sit all of the way down on Derek’s dick and start grinding back and forth for a minute. Chris had to reposition himself to get his cock back in my sissy mouth. As soon as he did I grab his things and stuff as much of his dick in my mouth as I could and let out a loud screaming moan!!! I orgasm so hard I shot my sissy nut across the hardwood floor and hit the chair Chris was sitting in! We’re talking 3 feet of distance!!! As I orgasm like a little bitch Derek couldn’t hold back anymore and shoots his load deep inside of my puss! “Fuck!!!” I yell as I feel his thick shaft pulsating deep inside of me. Derek holds still inside of me for a moment. Then he lifts my ass up off of him and pushes me away like I was a used up bitch. Chris takes over and tells me to sit on his dick. My weak legs barely have the strength to let me stand up! My legs and body are still trembling from the orgasm I just had! As I start to sit down on Chris’ cock Derek’s cum starts to leak out of my puss. Chris wipes my gaping hole with his fingers and feeds me his cum covered fingers. With his fingers in my mouth he puts his dick in my boi puss. As I start to ride his cock he takes his fingers out of my mouth and smacks my ass. Riding him for a few minutes our bodies are close together. Now, I’ve been fucked many times by a good number of men. But, this felt like it was more. This was intimate. The was hot! This was a mind changing moment. I started to look pendik escort into his eyes while I ride and grind on his cock. He was holding me around my lower back pulling my body into his as close as he could. And what made it “worse” was, he was looking into my eyes as if he felt the same way!!! We both just made love like this for a good long while. Derek just sat there watching us while he smoked and drank his whiskey. After about 15 minutes of making love to a man for the first time like this Chris was ready to start fucking again. So he pulled me off of his cock and I put my knees on the seat of the chair. My body laid over the back. Chris gets behind me and puts his cock back where it belongs. As he’s fucking me like a bitch he smacks my ass a few times. Then he slowed his hard thrusts and starts really trying to push as much of his long cock inside of me as he could. I start moaning and biting the chair. I wanted to pull away but I only found myself trying to help him out by pushing back towards him! Alls I could think about was, fuck it hurt! But it hurts soooo good!!! I also wanted to give him everything he wanted after our very incredibly intimate moment. After a few minutes of Chris working my puss like this I felt my ass against his body! We did it and he felt amazing!!! He slowly pushes in and out. Every time he pushed in my little ass would touch his torso. After a few strides he picked up his pace a little. The feeling of my ass bouncing slightly off of his body brought back that very intimate feeling. I wanted more and I wanted to give him everything he wanted. So I pick up the pace. I guess he took the hint. Lol, because he grabbed my waist and held me still while he started to ram his long cock deep inside of me! The great thing about this was that it still felt just as intimate as it all felt before! My ass bouncing against his torso was incredible! My rock hard little cock was just swinging around in the air while he’s just hammering away at my little body. Strings of cum start to leak from my little cock head! I couldn’t help but feel like I was going to orgasm again! Chris could tell as my body started to shake again and became tight. He pushed in as deep as he could and held still for a second. Then pulled back and then right back in! As deep as he could! I had even thicker strings of cum leaking from my little cock head. He does this a few more times then he gives it to me! Long and full strides in and out of my weak body! 30 seconds later he pushes in deep and unloads his cum!!! I swear, he came a lot at the bar, but it felt like he just dumped a gallon of nut deep inside of me!!! As he sat there pushing deep inside of me dumping his load I orgasm hard! I know this was harder that I had ever orgasmed before!!! I didn’t have a lot of cum to show for it. Lol, they had already pretty much drained my little sissy nuts. But the orgasm was definitely the most intense orgasm I had ever had!!! I could still feel his cock pulsating inside of me!!! What a feeling it was!!!We all clean up and finish our cigars. Sitting there naked as we talked. Chris didn’t want Derek to know, but he gave me his number before we parted ways.

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My Dance InstructorPatti was hot and I just had to get between her legs!Patti was our dance instructor and lead dancer, as well as our choreographer. And she was hot with long brown hair that she tossed around as we danced. The problem was that she knew she was hot and that every guy in the dance troupe wanted to get her into bed.The outfits the girls wore were very provocative and that didn’t help my erection when I looked at her! Patti was married and had an eighteen-year-old daughter, but that didn’t seem to stop her from flaunting her nice boobs that seemed about to fall out of her top all the time.Then one day I got my opportunity. Patti’s husband, John, asked me to pick Patti up at six and bring her to the dance venue that night. Of course, I agreed.I knocked on Patti’s door at five-thirty. She answered wearing a robe.“Bill. You’re early!”“I know. I didn’t have anything else to do, so here I am.”“That’s okay. Come in. I’ll be a few minutes.”She hurried upstairs to the master bedroom while I waited downstairs. However, after about thirty seconds, I went upstairs and found Patti half-dressed.“Bill! What are you doing? You’re supposed to wait downstairs!”As I walked over to her, I said, “I wanted to ask you a question.”Patti’s robe was out of reach, so she tried to cover herself with her hands.“How do you do it?” I asked.“Do what?”“How do you manage to have your hair look so gorgeous all the time?” I asked as I reached out and pushed my fingers into it right above her ear and slid them all the way down.“Bill, don’t. You should go,” she said but didn’t stop me when I ran my fingers through her hair again.Then I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to me. “I think you know what I want.”“No, Bill. We can’t.”But when I kissed her, she returned it…and it was a nice French kiss.“Mmm! No, Bill,” she protested as she pulled away.“I know you want me too, Patti,” I said as I pushed her down on the bed and got between her legs. Her gorgeous, ample breasts were begging to be released, so I took her blouse in both hands and ripped it open to let them out.”“Bill! No!”I devoured each breast with my mouth the way I’d dreamed of doing. She was breathing heavily and started to thrust her hips against me.Then I quickly reached down and pulled my cock out and pushed it into her wet pussy.“Uh!” Patti groaned when I penetrated her.Then to my surprise, she wrapped her legs around my waist and started to fuck my cock. I met her every thrust with my own as we kissed hungrily. Patti fucked like she hadn’t had sex in years, and that was just fine with me.Then she whispered in my ear, “We shouldn’t be doing this, Bill.”“But it’s so good!”“I know. Just fuck me. I’m going to cum.”I was about to cum also, so I rammed into her as deeply as I could and let it go. Patti kept thrusting and milking my cock with her pussy muscles as an orgasm thrashed through her body.“Fuck me. Fuck me,” she whispered as her orgasm continued. She locked her legs around me and pulled hard at the peak of her orgasm.My cock felt like it was huge as it dumped its load into her. Patti had been an easy fuck and I intended to fuck her many more times. The main thing I had on my mind was a good blowjob from her…a good deep throat blowjob.Went we both had finally finished, I collapsed on her and we tried to catch our breath. Finally, I rolled off beside her.“Bill, this should not have happened,” Patti said with a lot of conviction.“Why not? We both wanted it and no one was hurt.”“I know, but it was wrong.”Then I rolled over and we kissed at length. “I want you again. We can meet at the Holiday Inn every weekend.”“I don’t think so.”As we kissed again, I started to finger-fuck her. My cock was growing again and was soon ready for more action.“Oh istanbul escort god! You really know what I need.”I finger-fucked Patti to another great orgasm, then sat up and straddled her chest. I was going to fuck her throat.“No, Bill! I’ve never done that!”“You’ve never sucked a cock before?”“No,” she said as she turned her head to avoid it.“Well, it’s high time you learned. I’ve never known a girl who didn’t love to give head. Now suck me!”I pulled her head back and pushed my cock against her lips. She struggled slightly, then opened her mouth. That’s when I pushed my cock in halfway.“Mmm!” Patti moaned in surprise and protest, but I held her head tight and started to thrust in and out.Soon she was sucking and learning. She was holding my cock tightly with her lips and even started to raise her head to take more.“Oh, Patti! Your mouth feels so good!” I moaned as I sunk my fingers into her hair.After a few minutes, I said, “Now move your tongue and let me slip it down your throat.”I knew she would gag, but I did not expect her to take it all on the first try. As I leaned over, I pushed my cock down Patti’s throat all the way…all ten inches of it. She did gag and cough, but let me keep it there for a few wonderful seconds before pushing me away.“Oh my god!” she said between coughs. “I didn’t know that was possible!”“It is and you did it on your first try. The only thing now is for me to shoot off in your throat.”“What? I could choke!”“No, you won’t. It’ll just slide down into your stomach easily. You won’t have to swallow a thing.”“I don’t know about that.”“Come on. You’ve gone this far, now go all the way.”“Other girls do that?”“Yes…all the time,” I said as I pushed my cock into her mouth again.I let her suck it a few minutes, then leaned over, ready to push down her throat. She knew what was coming and moved her tongue. When I felt her tongue move, I quickly pushed my cock down her throat and it immediately started to spurt.“Cucks!” Patti coughed when the first spurt was ejected. After that, she just gagged a couple of times until I finished and pulled out.Patti coughed a few times and said, “I’ve secretly always wanted to do that, but it was just a fantasy. I didn’t know that it was actually possible.”“Well, now you know that it is. And I loved it, by the way. I would love to throat fuck you every day.”She laughed and said, “That’ll never happen.”“What if I were to volunteer to pick you up every time we dance? I could arrive early like today and we could fuck our brains out.”She was silent for a long time, then said, “John hasn’t touched me in two years. He’s either having an affair or he just doesn’t like sex with me anymore.”“Then he’s a fool…in either case.”After more silence, Patti said, “I like your plan. We could have a very discreet affair.”I rolled on top of her and fucked her again.“It’s late and I need to change outfits.”“Okay. I’ll go downstairs and wait.”- – – – -My plan was working beautifully. Whenever we had a dance engagement, I’d stop by Patti’s and we’d fuck our brains out, or I’d just get a nice deep throat blowjob. She had come to love giving me head.Then one evening we were running late and Patti was ready and waiting when I arrived.“Bill, I want to try something different. I’ve never done it from behind before. I want you to do that.”“I would love to. I love that position.”“Is it good?”“It’s wonderful, Patti. You’re going to love it.”We quickly went upstairs to her master bedroom and her tall king size bed. We kissed at length as we both got aroused.“Why don’t you lay face down on the bed with your feet on the floor?”“Okay,” she said as she pulled up her skirt and got into position. She was wearing avcılar escort no panties.“Nice, Patti,” I said as I dropped my pants and got behind her.She was already quite wet, so pushing my ten-inch cock into her was easy.“Oh, Bill. You feel so hard!”Then I took her shoulders and an ample amount of her silky hair and started pound into her like there was no tomorrow.“God! This is so good! Fuck me hard, Bill. I’m going to cum!”I was about to cum as well, so I made two or three more hard rams into her and let my cock explode. I could feel my cock jerking and spurting as it dumped its load deep into Patti’s body. She started to quiver and groan as her orgasm ravished her body.“Oh god! That was so amazing, Bill. I didn’t know it would be so good that way.”I leaned over and kissed her behind the ear and whispered, “Then we should do it more often this way.”“Okay.”We quickly dressed and left for the dance. After the first dance, Patti whispered to me, “Your cum is running down my leg.”“Oh jeez!”“No. it feels sexy to know what we did before we came here.”- – – – -Two weeks later we had another dance engagement, so I stopped by Patti’s to pick her up and get a nice deep throat blowjob.“Hi, Bill. Come in,” said Patti’s adorable eighteen-year-old daughter. “Mom went with dad to the dance and couldn’t get you on the phone.”Valerie was an adorable little thing with short brown hair cut in a pixie style and beautiful green eyes. I’d had several fantasies about her giving me a nice blowjob.“Oh! Then I should go.”“Wait. I want to talk to you.”“Okay,” I said, not expecting to hear what she was about to say.“When you came over to pick mom up a couple of weeks ago, she didn’t know it, but I was home and saw you two doing it.”“Oh my god!”“Yeah. Just how long have you two been fucking?”“Not long.” I knew that we were in trouble, so I asked, “Are you going to tell John?”“Well…no. Not if you fuck me too.”I thought, “Oh my god! I’ll be fucking mother and daughter! What more could a guy ask for?”“Fuck you too? You must be joking!”“Nope. I want you to fuck me from behind like I saw you fuck mom.”My mind was racing. Was this really happening? Was I actually being asked to fuck Valerie, too?“Well? Make up your mind, Bill. Either fuck me too or I’ll tell my dad what’s been going on.”She had me over a barrel. There was no question about that. So, if I was going to do it, I was going to be the one in control.“Okay, I’ll do it. But today I only have time for a good blowjob. Next time I’ll fuck you.”She thought about that for a second and said, “Agreed.”Then I reached out my hand and ran my fingers through her darling hair several times. “Do you like giving head?”“I’ve never done it before, but I learn quickly.”I thought, “Oh! This is going to be a wonderful experience! A virgin little thing that’s never had a cock in her mouth before. Wow, she’s going to do a lot of gagging before I’m through with her.”Then she willingly knelt down and looked up at me with those gorgeous green eyes as if to say, “Show me what to do.”So, I unzipped my pants and let them fall to the floor. Then I pulled my hard cock out of my boxer shorts and said, “Now just suck as much of it as you can. Don’t let your teeth touch it.”I put my hand on her head as she took my stiff cock tentatively in one hand and put it in her mouth. I pulled and thrust at the same time and she gagged when it hit the back of her throat.“It’s okay if you gag. It actually feels good.”Then I took her cute little head in both hands and started to fuck her mouth. God, it felt so good that I almost blew my load immediately. But adorable little Valerie was really getting into it and was taking more and more of my cock, so held back my climax for şirinevler escort a bit longer.“Now move your tongue, relax, and let me push it down your throat.”Without responding, she did as I said and I quickly pulled her face against my stomach. She gagged hard, but let me hold it there for a few seconds, then I let her take a breather.“Wow! You pushed it all the way down!”“I did. And it felt really good. You’re a darling little girl, Valerie, and I’m going to enjoy you in every way I can think of.”“Mmm. That’s what I want.”“Are you ready for me to shoot off in your throat?”“I guess so. But please make it fast, okay?”“I’ll try. Just remember to relax and let it happen.”“Okay. I’m ready,” Valerie said as she opened her sweet mouth and stuck out her tongue.At that moment, she was the most attractive, the most adorable teenager I’d ever seen, and I was about to shoot off in her throat.As I took her head in both hands and pushed my cock into her willing mouth, she looked up at me with those gorgeous green eyes and I knew that I could fall in love with her; I could spend eternity between her legs.“Cucks!” Valerie coughed when my first spurt hit her throat. It was a hard spurt; and voluminous spurt. But she let me finish.When she coughed and cleared her throat, Valerie said, “Wow! That was amazing!”“It was more than amazing, Valerie. It was the best blowjob I’ve ever had.”“Really?”“Really. I love your tight throat.”“Well, next time I want you to pop my cherry…from behind, just like mom.”“I’ll do just that,” I said, then kissed her and left. I was late for the dance performance and Patti noticed.“Where have you been? Didn’t Valerie tell you that John and I had left already?”“She did. I’ll talk to you later about it.”- – – – -“What? Valerie sucked you off!” Patti said in an angry whisper.“What would you have me do? Let her tell John about us?”“Well…no.”“Exactly. So, we’ll have to go along with her bribery.”“And you’ll be fucking us both then?”“Yes.”“Damn! I’ll never get used to that.”“Look at it this way. Valerie will not get pregnant because I’ve had a vasectomy. That wouldn’t be the case if some football player at school was screwing her.”“I guess that’s true enough.”- – – – -So, for the next two years, I fucked Patti and her darling daughter, Valerie, once a week each. I had a standing reservation at the Holiday Inn where we met. Eventually, that got too expensive and we’d meet at my place on the beach.Popping little Valerie’s cherry was an honor. She whimpered and cried out when I did it, but soon wanted me to fuck her hard. She loved it from behind. She loved sixty-nine. She loved the missionary position. She would usually spend the night with me and we’d fuck in the shower the next morning.I did fall in love with Valerie and she with me. We kept it a secret until Patti put two-n-two together.“You’re in love with Valerie, aren’t you?”“I am, and have been for a long time.”“Then she’s probably in love with you as well.”“Yes.”After a while, she said, “Well, she couldn’t have picked a nicer guy to fall in love with.”“Thanks.”“I’m planning to divorce John. He still hasn’t touched me and I found a La Quinta Inn receipt in his jacket.”“Oh Jeez! I’m sorry, Patti.”“Can we still see each other? Will Valerie stand for that?”“She’ll have to.”“Good,” she said and dropped to her knees and gave me a nice deep throat blowjob.- – – – -Many times over the next few years, Patti and Valerie both would spend a weekend with me. Together they were insatiable. They seemed to try to out fuck each other. They’d take turns riding my cock, then switch. They’d see who could take my cock down her throat the longest. By Sunday night I would be totally exhausted. My cock would be red and sore. But those two were the best fucks in the world.The day I popped Valerie’s cherry, I did it from behind. And just before I shot off, I put my hand over her mouth, pulled her head to the side of my face, and whispered in her ear, “You’re a good fuck, Valerie.” That seemed to send her into a devastating orgasm. She was certainly a special girl.

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