The Great And The Good At Play ; by (c) Hamilton Joyce     Mm

Sir Hubert Todhunter put his glass down and switched on the tv. Sky News came up as 
usual... it was seldom tuned anywhere else. He sat down and watched with interest the main 
item, The Hammersmith report on male prostitution, had been published.  There was not 
much detail (unsuitable for family viewing he guessed, with a smile.) But interestingly he 
recognised Lord Hammersmith as Jacob Ponson, his old school chum.

On an impulse he looked him up in the directory, and gave him a call.

Lunch was arranged at his club, tomorrow.

'Ponson!' he thought. 'Bubbles we called him, after the cherub in the Pears soap adverts.' He 
was pretty then, but didn't look to bad now. Clearly he was not embarrassed by any memory 
their juvenile games or he would not have accepted a lunch invit out of the blue.

He thought about their fun together those years ago, Prep School and then six years in the 
Boarding School. His cock hardened at the memory. He put his glass down, unzipped, and 
switched on the dvd player. Fast forward. Ah! Here it was. A real treat this. The middle-aged 
banker (?) perhaps lawyer (?) had the boy naked in the railway carriage now, and had seduced 
him into a satisfying erection. Now he would suck the lad off. Then he would fuck him, as the 
train rattled through country stations. Sir Hubert would time his cum for the older man's cry 
of triumph as he pumped his cum into that virgin arse.

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The lunch went well. Over a cigar and a few brandies they reminisced.

'You know, Tiger, I often think about those days. I may call you Tiger?'

'Of course ... Bubbles?'

They both laughed. 'You know, Bubbles, since Clarissa died I've thought more and more 
about the fun we had, and the other boys....'

'Me, too, Hubert .... Tiger. My Fiona died three years ago, and since then my only sex has 
been of the male variety.'

'You still practice then? I've been thinking I should. Expect your work on Male Prostitution 
thrust you into the midst of it, as it were? Bit of luck, really. I mean gave you an interest in 
life ... after your loss I mean.' He gave a long pull on his cigar and exhaled a plume of smoke 
as they meditated on this observation.

'You know, Tiger, I'm free now, and so are you. Why not come down and stay at my place in 
the country for a week or so?'

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The house and estate could not have been bought on the earnings of even a successful 
Barrister, as Jacob Ponson certainly had been. Clearly, like his own Fiona, Clarissa had 
brought wealth to her marriage. They had strolled through an ornate garden in the Italian 
style, through some vegetable gardens, hothouses, and a heated Orangerie, and then to a tall, 
ancient brick wall. The worn, green-painted door opened easily. 

They walked through into a large walled garden, secluded behind its ten feet tall walls. It was 
empty, merely a lush green lawn, with a small wooden 'summer house', much like a village 
cricket pavilion , and one huge and gnarled oak tree. 

The key hanging beside the door was at least six inches long, black iron, medieval in 
appearance. But it turned smoothly in the lock, and Ponson hung it up again beside the door 
frame.

'I have it oiled regularly. Clarissa and I used to sunbathe here. So good to be completely 
private, and yet have the pleasure of the open air.'

'I so agree, Bubbles. In fact it would be pleasant to sunbathe now. If, perhaps a bit hot.'

'Under the oak tree, the, Tiger. Or perhaps in the pavilion? I have a comfortable bed installed 
there.'

'The bed it is, Bubbles.' 

They were both still a bit nervous, and that was probably why they lay on the old four-poster 
bed fully clothed.

'You're right, Tiger. I did write a lot of that report from personal experience ... hypocritical 
really.'

'We all have to be hypocrites, Bubbles. Where would I be if I admitted publicly that I not 
only liked young lads but actually went out of my way to find them, buy them and have 
them?'

'In the deepest shit, Tiger. That's where you'd be. And me too. You know I had one last 
night, a real beauty. Works in a brothel not far from here. Barchester...'

'I thought your report had put the kibosh on all those brothels.'

'Only the bad ones, Tiger. The good ones we just kept quiet about. I picked my team 
carefully, and they all like a bit of rough, some male, some female, some even both.'

'Like you and me, eh? Although actually I prefer a bit of cock nowadays. You still like to 
kiss?'

'Mm.'

'Come here then!'

We must remember it was nearly forty years since they had kissed each other after lights-out 
in the school dormitory, so although the passion they found surprised them both it need not 
surprise us. 'Absence makes the heart grow fonder!' And within seconds hands were groping, 
feeling for their partner's cock. It was quite like old times, and the inhibitions were stripped 
away as hands remembered familiar contours, tongues met, and limbs intertwined.

'Naked!'

'Oh yes. Naked, Tiger.'

Clothes were torn off in the haste of passion, and tipped onto the wooden floor. Now the two 
middle-aged men were laying together, stark naked, first one on top, then rolling over so the 
other was on top. Side-by-side they fumbled and fondled, kissed, caressed, felt. There were no 
words except occasional muffled endearments and oaths. Finally they came up for air.

'You've still got a lovely body, Bubbles.'

'I look after it, Tiger. Just enough exercise to keep trim, not enough to get muscles. Not like 
you. You always were muscled. I love that in a man.'

'You're my type, Bubbles. Still smooth and boyish. Like we used to. Remember.'

'Oh yes, Tiger. Kneeling.'

'That really does look tasty!'

Lord Hammersmith knelt and Sir Hubert parted his cheeks, and kissed the spot. It was still 
delightful, a little puckered piny-brown ring. He kissed again, licked and slipped his tongue 
in. The white arse wriggled, and jutted back towards him, inviting more penetration.

'You still rim divinely, Tiger.'

'Jesus! I want your arse, Bubbles.'

'There's some lube under the mattress by the bedhead.' 

Sir Hubert applied the lube copiously, covering the arse crease, finger-fucking it gently into 
that much-fantasised about anus. What a pity they'd lost touch over the years. He greased his 
own cock, which shone in the summer sunlight. The arse in front of him jutted even further 
back, accentuating its roundness. It wriggled invitingly. He placed his knob and pushed 
gently. The knob entered.

'Gently, Tiger. You're not fucking a woman!'

But Sir Hubert would not be denied, and with steady pressure won inch after inch until his 
hairy thighs were pressed against that firm, white bottom. He held the kneeling victim in 
place, a hand on each hips.

'Oh! That's good now, Tiger. God! You've a lovely big prick! Now!'
They fucked, slow and long at first, and then with short, sharp, rapid thrusts. Sir Hubert was  
aware of Hammersmith wanking away at his cock underneath him.

'Don't you come, Bubbles. I want that in my mouth after this!'

'Ooooh!'  Was the groan of pleasure the thought of shooting his load into his partner's 
mouth, or was it Tiger now 'hitting the spot' with his thrusts? Whatever, Tiger was smashing 
his thighs against that arse with each rapid thrust now, and with his right hand slapping the 
white flesh in rhythm with his fucking.

'Now, Bubbles! Now!' The release of the orgasm was immense. He had not felt a cum of that 
strength since those days at school, or perhaps in the first year of his marriage. (He had been a 
virgin on his wedding night. Virgin with women, that is!)

He pulled out, and turned Bubbles over on his back. That familiar cock...it had not changed at 
all, still small, straight, white with a bright red knob...stood for him. He knelt and closed his 
lips on it. Bubbles raised his hips for penetration, and the shaft entered completely, his lips 
touching the light pubic fluff, still blonde. He sucked and fluttered his tongue over the shaft, 
while Bubbles fucked his mouth, jerking hips up and down. He could see that pale face 
becoming flushed. Eyes closed. A grimace almost of pain. And then the rush of cum, spurting 
into his mouth. He swallowed. It was like the old days. Gradually the jerking hips steadied, 
and he lay beside, a kiss on that brow.

'Thankyou, Bubbles. That was lovely.'

'Thank you, Tiger. You've lost nothing over the years. Just like old times.'

They strolled naked in the sun, smoking and chatting.

'Brothel in Barchester, you said.'

'Good one. Expensive but good.'

'All male?'

'Mm. They have a female branch other end of the town. This is all male. Boys and young 
lads. Some professional, some part-time.'

'We should look them up, Bubbles.' 

'I agree, Tiger. Nice cigar this, by the way. Yes, we should. What will you be looking for?'

'As much as possible like you were at fourteen, Bubbles. Blonde, slender, lithe, and randy as 
hell! I was so in love with you, infatuated.'

'And I was a tart who just wanted every good-looking boy. Poor Tiger. You must have 
suffered.'

I was so jealous. But there wasn't much I could do. And you did let me fuck and suck you 
sometimes.'

'I was a busy little boy. So many lovers!' He laughed depreciatingly. 

'What will you have from the brothel, Bubbles?'

'You remember that boy Winston McDonald?'

'Big Jamaican lad, rugby forward?'

'The very one. I used to enjoy him. You're big, Tiger, always were. But he's huge! I've seen a 
lot of cock, but not many like that. I certainly knew he was in me when we fucked. Well, 
there's a boy, oddly also called Winston, in the brothel that I fancy having. Mainly because 
he's big, though he is a handsome lad.'

'Let's find a little blonde for me, and a huge Jamaican for you, bring them back here for a 
picnic on the lawns and then a night of fun!'

'It'll cost, you know, Tiger. Full twenty four hours is a grand each boy! I told you its a good 
brothel!'

'I'm not hard up. My late wife was very wealthy.'

'Mine too. Wonder what she'd think if she knew what I'm doing with it.'

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The brothel was a regency town house in the best square in Barchester. The house was quiet 
this Saturday morning, but as the effusive and very camp brothel-keeper welcomed them ... he 
knew Lord Hammersmith well, obviously, and was introduced to Sir Hubert as 'my good 
friend Tiger ..... they could hear the click of billiard balls in the next room.

It was a large, high-ceilinged room, the sort that might have been an important reception 
room in its better days, or perhaps the billiard room or library. Two Boys were playing pool. 
One of them was reaching over the table, and the thin, blue  cotton of his  Bermuda shorts 
was stretched tight over a very tempting arse. He was well-built, and his thighs filled the 
shorts very satisfactorily. The other boy must have been Bubbles favourite by the way he 
approached the newcomers, his mouth in a wonderful, happy smile. And the bulge in his 
shorts suggested hidden treasures hinted at by Bubbles earlier.

I was introduced to Winston, but left them to their discussion about the deal. Bubbles was 
going to pay the whole cost for this session, and Tiger would pick up the next.

He looked round the room. Two boys were watching the television, arms round each other's 
shoulders. The film was a hard-porn epic of two lads shagging. The boys both had a latino, or 
perhaps arab looks. Attractive but not exactly his type. Three lads were reading magazines. 
They had looked up when he came in, but then down again. Sensible, as all three had that 
street-wise, thuggish appearance that he distinctly dislike. (Despite his nickname at school all 
those years ago, he was not very brave, and really was afraid of that tough, rough type). Then 
he walked into the room.

He was blonde, quite short, and seemed very young. A mass of golden curls, very feminine 
complexion, peaches and cream, full red, passionate lips, and a welcoming smile as his eyes 
met Sir Hubert's. This was the boy for him! He might have bee Bubbles at fourteen all those 
years ago. And he had on a school blazer and grey flannel short trousers, that Sir Hubert 
recognised as the uniform of Barchester Grammar School. This was  almost too good to be 
true.

They shook hands, and Sir Hubert did not let go of that soft, young hand as they talked.

'Simon, sir.'

'I'm called Tiger. I want you, Simon. I expect you know what for?'

I guess I do, Tiger. There's only really three or four things, isn't there. all the rest are just 
different ways of doing them.'

'You're a clever lad, Simon. As well as being so very, very sexy. And to start with at any rate 
there's only two things I want.'

'Let me guess, Tiger. You want to suck me off, and then fuck me.'

'How did you know.'

'Well, if you'd wanted me to suck you and fuck you, then you'd have gone for a bigger boy. 
Like your friend with Winston.'

We both looked across the room, me following the blonde boy's eyes. Winston and Bubbles 
seemed likely to cum as they stood there, embracing, kissing and fondling. Bubbles had his 
hand down inside those Bermuda shorts!

'Well you're exactly right. And I want you to come to our place and stay till the morning so 
we can really get it together.'

'I'll have to phone my mother. she thinks I spend Saturday and Sunday with my friend 
Rodney, fishing or cycling in the hills on our mountain bikes. I'll tell her I'm sleeping over 
his place.'

'So you really are a Grammar School boy, Simon?'

He nodded.

'How old?'

'Sixteen of course.'

'But if you whisper in my ear, and I keep it secret, how old really?'

'Fourteen. But it's better for you not to know, according to Mr Wadsworth.'

'I don't. Officially sixteen then. And very nice too.'

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Bubbles settled up with the pimp, and Tiger drove, young Simon sitting beside him. From the 
back seat a packet was passed forward.

'Take one of these each.' 

'What is it?

'Viagra.'

They both swallowed the blue pill.

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The customary stroll through the impressive grounds, and the well-oiled lock into the secret 
garden. A white tablecloth had been laid out in the shade of the great tree, with food, drink, 
glasses, plates. Beside it two inflated lilo beds, covered with white satin sheets.

Tiger raised an enquiring eyebrow towards Bubbles.

'My butler, Hobsbawm. I've no secrets from him. He was my father's butler too. In fact he 
was the first to have me. I was very young! It was before you fucked me, Tiger.'

Bubbles and his black lad lay on one of the air-beds. Tiger stood, embracing his young 
blonde. As they kissed, he slipped his hand up under the school blazer, and was massaging a 
strong, young back through the crisp white shirt. The boy's tongue slipped into his mouth : of 
course, this was no novice! tiger pulled the shirt out from the waistband, and his hand was on 
the naked back now. He stroked and caressed, his tongue forcing its way into the boy's 
mouth.

They both came up for air. 'Lord! I want you, Simon.'

The boy laughed. 'I can feel that, Tiger.' His hand slid between them and gripped a hard 
prick, defined clearly despite the woolen trousers. He leaned them both towards the empty 
bed, and they, still embracing, collapsed onto it. Sir Hubert found he could slip his hand up 
the leg of the boy's shorts, and feel around there. He was wearing cotton underpants. The 
questing hand found a route around them, and rested on a small, hard cock. He sighed. 
'Lovely! Lovely!'

The boy was fumbling at the man's flies now, looking for the zip. He found it, and his hand, 
too was inside, fumbling for a way into the boxer shorts beneath. It rested on a hard cock.

'Naked, boy. Naked now.'
As he undressed his eye wandered from the entrancing form being unveiled before him, as 
Simon slowly stripped, wandered over to Bubbles and his Winston. White and brown flesh 
intertwined, embraces, whisperings, kisses. They could not have been more passionate had 
they been bride and groom on the wedding night, he thought.

Both of them were naked now, laying side-by-side. He looked a moment at the slender, 
proportioned body, with its small, straight, pretty cock, with its pink helmet, standing for him. 
The boy was smiling , confident in his beauty, pleased with the effect he was having on the 
older man. OK, they had taken viagra, but the guy's erection was impressive!

That lovely little cock just begged for attention. Sir Hubert  knelt, leaned over, and closed his 
lips round the knob. It twitched , and he slipped his mouth over, down the shaft till his face 
rested on the almost naked belly. There was, as yet, only the lightest of blonde fuzz at the root 
of his cock. He moved his mouth slowly, luxuriously up and down the shaft. The boy groaned 
in pleasure. Sir Hubert stroked that white and so-naked, hairless flesh, the belly so firm under 
the soft, smooth skin, the hairless chest, tweaking nipples, rolling them between fingers and 
thumbs. The boy had managed to reach his seducer's prick with one hand, and was stroking 
it, softly.

Beside them, six feet away , Sir Hubert was aware the other couple had moved on more 
quickly, more urgently. Bubbles was flat on his back, his legs bent high over his shoulders. 
The black boy was servicing that arsehole now so open and bare for him. Sir Hubert watched 
as the long ebony shaft reamed in and out. The look on his friends face was almost one of 
pain, but that it was in fact almost intolerable pleasure was clear from his hard cock, which he 
was masturbating as he was fucked.

He lay beside Simon again. he wanted that arse now. He pulled the boy on top of him and 
prised the legs open. The arse was inches from his face, the thighs so white and smooth, and 
in the deep cleft that pink-brown, puckered rose. He kissed it, licked, and slipped his tongue 
into it. He was rewarded by a wriggle of the boy's hips as he tried to force the tongue further 
in. He could feel the boy's cock, still hard, but was caressing his buttocks and back now.

Hobsbawm had left two little spray-bottles containing oil. One was in use close by. Sir Hubert 
took the other, turned the boy over on his belly, and sprayed a few drops into that inviting 
crease. He lay again beside him, and as they kissed inserted a finger up his oiled arse. Simon 
giggled. 'I love that.' Two fingers now. 'That's even nicer!' In and out, finger fucking. 'And 
that's nicer still.'

They kissed, Sir Hubert masturbating a willing anus, the boy stroking his partner's cock.

'I want to fuck you, Simon.'

'Please!'

Beside them, the couple were reaching a climax. Winston was fucking hard and furious. Sir 
Hubert realised, with a pang, that he had never fucked Bubbles as hard as that. It was as if the 
black boy was fucking a woman. Sir Hubert knew you just could not fuck a woman too hard : 
they were built for it after all. But this was an eye-opener for him. From now on, Bubbles 
would get it with all the vigour his Tiger could muster! Bubbles head was lolling, his eyes 
rolling as if in a daze. And his hand wanked his own cock furiously. Then that black shaft 
was pulled completely out, leaving a gaping, red, open hole behind it. The black fist jerked 
hard at it and there was a sudden, incredibly poweful spurt. It flew straight along Bubbles' 
supine body and splatted, a streak of white cream from chin, across eyes, to forehead and hair. 
The hand still worked away. Another great, parallel squirt, and a streak from nipple across the 
chest, and over the chin and mouth. And a third, from the belly button, to the chest. Then 
Bubbles came, his cum mingling with that on his face, and the second spurt over his belly and 
chest. They were still jerking, but the cum was now a gentle ooze from both pricks.

Tiger turned his attention again to the boy kneeling for him. He parted the cheeks, positioned 
his knob against the anus, and gently pushed. The boy gave that usual involuntary flinch as 
the knob penetrated and the anus closed again on the shaft. Then, Hands grasping the boy's 
slender hips, he forced it home. In, in and in till his hairy thighs touched that smooth skin. 
The boy sighed. 'Now, Tiger. Now.'

Slow at first. but increasing in speed all the time, Tiger shagged him. He forgot everything as 
the delights of forty years ago came back to him. He had fucked men and twinks over the 
years, but never a boy like this, not since those never-to-be-forgotten school days. You can 
hardly blame him for coming far too soon, and the biggest, most balls-draining cum in years, 
as he emptied his pent up cum deep into the boy.

Simon still had not come. But for the moment, his partner was satisfied. It was, anyway, 
pleasant to watch the boy with that unsatisfied erection. It was also pleasant to see how they 
attacked the picnic the butler had laid out!

The boys had wandered off to the old pavilion and found a football. The GreatAndTheGood 
lounged back, smoking good cigars, and sipping champagne.

'It must have been like this in classical times, Bubbles. Men and boys paying homage to the 
gods in some sacred grove, fucking each other, eating, drinking.'

'Religions gone down hill since then, Tiger. Not much arse-fucking in church nowadays!'

'Oh! I don't know, Bubbles. Lots of stories about priests and choirboys, confirmation classes. 
You know...'

'OK. But how much better in the open, public, and a religious duty! Good cigars these!'

'I import them myself from Cuba. I like the dark, strong ones.'

'So do I, and especially if they're hung like that boy Winston. You should try it sometime, 
Tiger. You never were one for being fucked, were you?'

'I was fucked at school of course, often. Like we all were. But since, I've preferred top be on 
top! But perhaps I will try it. I'd certainly like that lovely cock in my mouth!'

'Look at the boys play. Like puppies!'

They had been kicking the ball around, running and dribbling. They were so beautiful, naked, 
cocks jigging about. Then a clumsy tackle, and they fell over together. It became a wrestling 
game. They wriggled, wrestled, black limbs between white, white arms grasping at black. 
Then Simon was on top of Winston (presumably because the bigger boy let him). He ground 
his arse, so recently fucked, into the black boy's face. They were not wrestling now, and it 
looked as if Simon was being given a good rimming. He was hard again. Winston tipped him 
off, and was on top of the white boy now, rubbing his arse into Simon's face. demanding his 
own rimming. He was hard as well. And what a sight that was!

'I'm ready for some more, Tiger. Though not in the arse for a bit. That boy's big! I wonder if 
it's closed yet.'

'Let's see, Bubbles. Yes, it's shut again, but looks rather red.'

'Not surprised. Not had a seeing to like that since I left the army!'

The boys came back, panting from exertion, glowing with the fitness of youth, laughing 
together. Winston knelt and took Bubbles' half-hard cock in his mouth. Tiger seized his 
opportunity, and knelt beside him licking his balls and erect shaft. The great, purple plum of 
his knob looked almost too big, but it slipped easily between his lips. The boy jerked his 
muscular hips and his cock slid it to its full length, making tiger gag as it touched the back of 
his throat. The discomfort was momentary, though, and he found he could accommodate even 
that massive weapon as his mouth was shagged. 

Simon was complaining. 'Not fair. I'm the only one who hasn't come.

Tiger left Bubbles to enjoy what was now a sixtynine with his favourite, and knelt in front of 
the blonde. No size queen, he actually preferred this small, wiry prick in his mouth. He could 
move it about from cheek to cheek, caressing it with his tongue. He grasped the boy, a hand 
on each buttock, and pulled him onto himself, cock deep in his throat. The light blonde fluff 
of his pubes was so exciting, with its male perfume. Simon was fucking him in his mouth 
now, and all he had to do was make sure he kept up the suction, his cheeks hollowed in the 
effort. And, of course, his tongue playing little games up and down the shaft.

He could taste precum, and redoubled his efforts to pleasure the boy. He slipped a finger into 
the crease, behind, and let it penetrate that willing anus. The boy groaned, and was fucking 
harder now. Then his mouth was filled with the boy's cum. he was surprised at the flow, but 
realised the lad had been hard, teased, fucked, for two hours now, and was ready to release 
every drop. He swallowed, and enjoyed the feel of that slender cock twitching in his mouth.

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Hobsbawm had not been in the slightest surprised when he had served their dinner to the four 
naked males, and if he brushed occasionally against a naked thigh, well that was only to be 
expected in a retainer who had 'served' three generations of the family, male and female!

After dinner they retired to the billiard room, where a porn movie was running. The two men 
watched from time to time at the better parts of the film. They certainly watched the key 
episode where the charcoal-suited, silver-haired gentleman seduced the boy in a railway 
carriage as their train sped through the countryside.

The boys were playing snooker in a desultory fashion, and frankly their hard, slender, naked 
arses as they bent and stretched over the table were much more interesting than the video!

'Lovely arse, your boy, Tiger.'

'Mmmm. He's hard, too.'

'Don't you ever get yourself fucked.'

'Never really fancied it. Doubt if I could take that black monster!'

'Don't know what you're missing. Why not have young Simon fuck you. That certainly 
wouldn't hurt. I'd bet on it you'd enjoy it. Hey, Simon, come over here a minute.'

'I'm not sure about this...'

'You must have been fucked when you were a schoolboy. You had to be fairly ugly to miss 
out on that.'

'I was. Didn't like it mostly.'

'Mostly?'

'Well, it was good with one or two of them.'

'But not Hadleigh!'

'Jesus, no. He hurt. I'll never forget that night.'

'I'm not surprised. The boys called him Goliath. He was bigger than Jason over there. God! 
Look at that lovely black body. Hey, Jason, come and watch this. Tiger's going to get himself 
fucked for the first time in forty years.'

'I'm not at all sure, Bubbles.'

'Here. Brace yourself against the back of the chair. Now some lube. Don't tell me that isn't 
good.'

'That's nice. But your finger is not as big as a cock.'

'My thumb, actually, Tiger.  And a finger. That good.'

'It's good.'

'Now you, Simon. Here, I'll place it for you. Now, easy, softly, softly. This is not one of your 
experienced arses.  Good. That's good. OK Tiger?'
'Feels full already. Still nice though.'

'He's good this boy. Now right in. Yes. that's it. He's right up you, Tiger.'

'Feels good. Fuck me a bit, boy. Oh! Easy. Oh yes, that's good. More now. Yes. Yes. Jesus! 
Give it me Simon. Oh yes, hard like that. Fuck, I'm going to cum. Yes harder. Oh fuck. Oh 
bugger. I forgot. Did you wear a rubber?'

'Of course!.'

We'll have another like that before you leave in the morning.....

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'Sorry to see them go. Not enjoyed a night like that for years.'

'Thailand.'

'Thailand?'

'I went there last autumn after wife died. Not enjoyed myself like last night since then.'

'Little boys, eh?'

'That and the ladygirls. You should come with me, Bubbles. I'm thinking of going again in 
September.'

'OK. But then you come with me to California on the way back.'

'Bronzed beach gods?'

'That and the big, muscular black boys.'

'You dog! OK it's a deal.'

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