Travels With Kevin: by (c) Hamilton Joyce.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Where are you heading?'

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

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

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

'Not really.'

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was beginning to get interested! A pretty young boy, on the loose, looking to go anywhere with me. And me with months of travelling...almost worth staying in the UK to have him!

'How old are you, Kevin?'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Anything? Really anything?'

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

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

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

'Ramsden.'

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

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

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

He threw his Tesco bag up onto the top bunk.

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

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

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

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

'I don't need a shower.' 

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

'I'm gonna cum!'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Sure.'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Silence for a bit, and then:

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

'Do you want that, Kevin?'

'Oh yes!'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Come here and give me a cuddle.'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Please!'

The mouth returned to sucking.

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

Kevin looked at that cock as he wanked it: it was incredibly sexy, so straight and hard but with a little curve as it bent backwards towards the end, with its great purple-red helmet. He wondered what it would feel like in his mouth, but instantly rejected that idea. He "was not that sort of boy": he was not gay, and it was one thing to have himself brought off even by being sucked, one thing to jerk a cock as he was doing now, quite another to start sucking cocks. And it did feel good rubbing this springy cock, so silky on the outside and so steely within. Perhaps just a little lick would be ok, just a taste of the pre-cum that had started to flow from the big, open eye of the prick.

He might well have licked and sucked at that moment, but without warning Rupert's cock spurted cum, again splashing over the boy's chest and face. He thought the sight of this fountain really horny, and licked at the cum dripping from his nose, lips and chin. So horny was it that he came himself, again giving Rupert the delight of a mouthful of boyish-thin cum.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Some do. Not me!'

'Nor me!'

He put it back on the shelf. 

'But these look nice.'

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

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

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

Meanwhile Kevin was at the magazine racks.

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

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

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

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

'Those women on the streets, tarts?'

'All of them.'

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

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

'All the same.....'

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

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

And things moved along quite a lot! 

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

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

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

'Don't stop!'

'Sorry! That was so good.' 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'You were in the army?'

'Many years.'

'Were you an officer?'

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

'Cor! You got shot a lot!'

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

'I want to suck you again, Ruprt.'

'Good!

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

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

'Gross!'

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

'It feels nice!'

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

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

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

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

'My turn now.'

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

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

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

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

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

'That was the best yet!'

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

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

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

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

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

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

'It was our best....'

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

'I'm sure it was.'

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

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

'Everyone likes that, Kevin.'

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

'I'll show you something first.'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He pulled the butt-plug out.

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

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

'What's that?'

'I'll show you.'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Not that big one!'

'No. The red one...'

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

'I'm going to cum!'

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

'You were quick!'

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kevin thought that a good idea.

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

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

'Good boy!'

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

'I like big guys like that.' Kevin kissed my pecs, lips finding a nipple under the mat of hair.

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

'Let's go to bed now.'

'Oh yes!'

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

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

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

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

Today was the day, I was sure.

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

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

Rupert, too, must have been thinking about that short film because he whispered in Kevin's ear 'I want your sweet arse, boy!'.

They both giggled, hugged each other even tighter.

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

'Be gentle....'

'I will.'

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

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

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

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

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

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

He giggled. 'Sorry!'

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

'Now I'll suck you off!'

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

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

'Rupert...'

'Yes.'

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

'Sounds good!'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It didn't need an answer from me.

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

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

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

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

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

'I'm fourteen.'

'I know. It was at school.'

'Like the film?'

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

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

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

'Was he nice?'

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

'A tough guy then?'

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

'Did you know what was going to happen?'

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

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

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

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

'Were you afraid?'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'I know.....'

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

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

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

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

'You bet! Was that it, then?'

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

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

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

'Did it hurt?'

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

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

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

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

'True.'

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

'You want to, Kevin?'

'I'd like to try it.'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'I like this. I mean walking naked.'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'What's he saying, Rupert?'

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

'Tell him I fancy him too!'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Tell him to use more lube, Rupert!'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was hard by now, very hard!

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

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

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

'She was pretty good!'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was disappointed that Sullifu soon left us.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'I bet they do.'

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

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

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

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

'Marcel, condoms for fucking!'

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

So that was arranged.

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

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

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

'Good. Do you want me to undress?'

'Just the dress, darling.'

'Unzip me, Rupert.'

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

'You like?'

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

'And you are very handsome, Rupert.'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Are you going to fuck me, Rupert?'

'Kneel for me then....'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Sounds good.'

'It is, old friend, it is.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'How about Fiona? Or Alice?'

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

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

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

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

'A charming idea....'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Faster! Please! Harder!'

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

'Oh Yes! Jeez yes!'

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

She hadn't done with me!

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

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

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

'In that jar over there....'

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

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

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

'Is that right, Rupert?'

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

'You men and your arses!'

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

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

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

She laughed.

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

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

'Talk about virile!'

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

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

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

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

But she did.

And I came.

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

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

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

'You enjoyed it then?'

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

'Guys too.'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Go on. Amaze me, Kevin.'

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

'Fuck knows! Enough I should think.'

'Shopping tomorrow, Rupert? '

'You bet!'

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

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

But jolly! And welcoming!

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

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

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

She smiled.

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

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

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

It was obviously helpful I had an empty credit card!

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

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

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

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

'I'm never shy!'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'It's Alice, Madame.'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Come here!'

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

'You know why....'

'I want to hear you tell me.'

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

'OK'.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Oooooh! I'm cumming!'

'Come, sweetie!'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh dear!

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

Alice came out of the shower as I was finishing.

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

'Mine too. Like pissing broken glass?'

'Yeah.'

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

'We should have used condoms.'

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

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

Fuck her, then!

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

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

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

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

'Can I travel as Alice?'

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

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

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

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

'Will that be all, sir?'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


'Have a try, sweetie....'

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

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

I whipped on.

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

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

'I like....'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'But I can't drive.'

'Have to learn then!'

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