Date: Sun, 6 Mar 2011 17:23:58 +1100
From: The Pin <lawrencebradman@gmail.com>
Subject: The Honey Trap 3

Next evening, back from work I offered to help with the evening meal only
to be told "We're going out - if you want to that is, might have a quick
meal and then...we'll see, how do you feel about that?".  I had no problem
with the idea and vaguely noticed Michael pick up the 'phone, a short
conversation and the words "9 pm, Alamein Fountain" were mentioned.  It was
suggested and I happily agreed that I change into more casual dress since
office wear would tend to set me apart from the locals...it certainly
would, I thought...though I wouldn't have put it past some of them to adopt
it as a form of kinkiness.

The area abounded with those trendy little multicultural eating
establishments, no shortage of those and my guide certainly knew his way
around - as he in turn was well known.  I had trouble concentrating on
food, passersby ranged from the bizarrely weird to the mildly eccentric and
inside, at nearby tables the challenge was to try and work out the
relationships.  Fascinating hints here and there, tantalising glimpses of
flesh, what might or might not have been.....conversations that were
obviously bedroom bound - or whatever....there seemed to be odd aromas
wafting everywhere.  Anyway, the meal was good, very good so we sat a while
and relaxed...and observed...sex in all its varieties was on offer here,
lithe young men with haunting eye makeup, elderly queens, emaciated young
women - here we had the whole spectrum.  Eventually we walked out into the
still warm evening, things were becoming lively now, with the darkness they
emerged and carefully I followed my guide secure in the knowledge that as
long as I avoided eye contact, no one would bother me.  It wasn't all
carefree bustle though, there was the serious aspect - the near desperation
of some, those vendors of their flesh who so badly needed the money that
their desperate importuning a dampener on the spirits but eventually we
came to a halt, before us the cool spray of the fountain and there
.... surely not?  I held my breath.

She was very slender, elegant and carried herself beautifully but her skin,
pale, contrasting with the cascades of jet hair and it was the eyes I
suppose that gave it away...she had to be Eurasian with those lovely looks,
that blend of East and West the best of both merging in this perfect
exquisite being?  It had been prearranged I realised, that 'phone call and
now this rendezvous, yes.  Casually introductions were made "Stevie" she
was "such a prosaic name for such a beauty" I thought, then Michael
suggested some club or other, she nodded happily and off we went.  The
established seemed more prosperous than most, again Michael was immediately
recognised and we were waved in, settled near the centre of the room we
ordered drinks.  Stevie I learned had been in the country since her parents
had arrived some ten years previously...eventually I learned this and that
but what intrigued me was - her ambition.  She wanted nothing more than to
settle down with some man in a loving environment - and there make a home!
I was incredulous and she must have realised for now lightly dismissive she
simply sighed and said "Well, so much for that anyway - looking for the
perfect man, waste of time!".  Shortly after the floor show began, two
shapes could be vaguely seen, then the lights raised a fraction and I could
discern a middle aged individual and beside him, clad in filmy veils - a
youth probably in his teens, the boy then proceeded to arrange himself on a
nearby couch, artfully veils were parted and glimpses of thigh and leg
appeared.  I was becoming aroused.  Then a spot light dimly shone to focus
on the boy and I caught my breath, the loveliness of his pale complexion
contrasted with gleaming red locks parted and swept back over creamy
shoulders, suggestively a leg rose, bent and settled there while veils
parted further, thigh and leg fully exposed.  The boy was beautiful and I
wondered if....then the interruption, a compere had positioned himself
nearby "Good evening all, and of course tonight it is invitation night,
some will know what this means, others will learn - very pleasantly one
hopes so... No fuss and here's the rules.  First bidders are to stand and
be identified.  Two, condoms are mandatory - sorry!  Three - Lovely here
has the final say and four, no rough stuff, use any position you want and
you have one go.  Alright then, first for this evening - who is it, we've
set $200, so who wants to go first?  Come on - you sir?  I looked, eagerly
a guest had extracted his wallet, out came a bundle of notes - and the
transaction was completed.  Incredulous I watched as the man moved on stage
where he rapidly divested clothing before diving upon the reclining boy.  A
flurry of activity followed, eager hands parted the remaining veils to
expose the pale torso, pink nipples winked back at me and a hand groped
between legs to avidly stroke and fondle.  Locked together they remained
until, unable to hold off, the customer positioned the obliging boy before
him.  Breathless I watched as the fat penis probed glistening buttocks, a
slim hand reached back and with an impatient shove...the man's slid in.
The boy gasped, whether for appearance sake or from genuine discomfort I
didn't know, but for the next twenty minutes or so the sight of him being
sodomised held me spellbound.

There followed other encounters, eager patrons pressing their money upon
the club's compere and in all this time I was riveted.  Both Michael and
Stevie I noted were showing signs of arousal, together they conferred, I
caught the word "Underage" and looking through lust clouded eyes I tried to
make an objective assessment, the boy's groin WAS hairless and the skin,
well it did look incredibly smooth but I suppose it was his buttocks that
decided it...full and plump yet thrusting firmly they had that look I'd so
admired back in school where a flirty new boy would cavort in the showers
knowing the effect it would have....and here I suspected was a lad of about
that age, perhaps fourteen?  Perhaps by then some six or more lovers had
used the boy, Michael I could tell was fixated, Stevie's amused smile
hinted as much as she gently clutched his arm.  Then it came to me - how I
could repay two week's hospitality?  Leaning across I suggested it
"Michael, I'll shout."  Startled he looked away from the stage "Oh no, you
couldn't, you mustn't...it's too much!"  "Michael, I reckon that...if you
can make it last...well it's $200 very well spent...and I bet that if you
tried..."  The challenge did it of course, Stevie muttered encouragement
and then the Compere emerged once more...and I bid.  Between us Stevie and
I propelled him to the stage where feigning confusion and reluctance
Michael paused to survey the delicious morsel - it was enough, calmly but
quickly he undressed, still the simpering boy lay, legs pressed together
and arms at side - until Michael approached and pouting an invitation he
raised arms and pouted legs.  Then Michael was onto him, exploring hands
skilfully fondling and probing.  I noticed the youngster's expression begin
to change, no sign of indifference now and within five minutes his lips
were parted and I guessed his breath to be coming in gasps.  Of his own
accord he reached for Michael's penis and the two set about the serious
business of pleasuring each other until...at what seemed to be a mutual
signal the boy rose and draped himself over the couch, buttocks thrust out
in offering and then I watched what I suppose was all in all, a virtuoso
performance.  The audience became silence save for the occasional nervous
cough, Michael's entry was gentle and he'd angled their bodies to afford
full view, those buttocks looked excruciatingly tempting and for a second I
wished we could change but Michael was the expert, and it showed.  Tenderly
and methodically, the penis explored the boy's depths, movements were
complex, who knew what nerves were being stimulated within?  The minutes
ticked by and then to our astonishment, there was reciprocal movement - the
red headed child arched hips to meet the thrusts, knuckles gleamed white as
he clenched fists and there was a look of pure detachment on Michael's face
as he eased his penis this way and that.  Then the noises emerged, first a
whimper, then a gasp, another gasp and eventually a moaning boy lay
writhing beneath him.  Still Michael persevered, still that look of
detachment and then the child was pleading "Please, I need to cum, let me
cum, please" whereupon somehow his lover backpedalled, adjusted his thrusts
and there was again silence.  My throat was dry, I met Stevie's eyes, and
she smiled back knowingly - I heard her mouth "Later".

Again Michael resumed the tempo and again the boy's buttocks arched and
this time muted sobs were heard..."Oh, Mummy never told me...can't, just
can't, please, finish, finish me!"  Everyone heard, so did Michael for with
a calculated series of thrusts, he let the child slide over the edge, a
quivering quavering cry signalled release and in seconds the lovely lad lay
limp.  As for my brother in law, well he stood rigid, quivered, shook, and
emitted a drawn out gasp that was more of a sigh, clutching the boy's hips
tightly he pressed himself close and shuddered once more, again and again.
To us it was obvious that he was experiencing multiple orgasms and the boy
felt it too, for he slowly humped back, as if milking the last of what was
being expended.  Then with a kindly caress he pulled from the boy and oh
hell, the applause began, there was stamping, banging of tables and most
amazing of all, a lovely red head with glowing green eyes smiled up and
...blew Michael a kiss!

Well, that was the evening's entertainment, except that acceding to popular
demand the compere gave in, approaching our table, the $200 were produced
and presented to Michael (For achievements in the field of pleasure!).
Uneasily I watched as my money was gracefully pocketed.  I hadn't the heart
to protest yet the irony didn't escape me...for Michael had at my expense
just had a superb fuck with a truly lovely boy and then been paid with my
money for the privilege..but as I noticed Stevie's helpless giggles, I
relaxed, met her beautiful eyes, smiled and blew her a kiss. Suddenly
thoughtful she hesitated, and then reaching some decision, she smiled again
- and returned it.  We left the club not too long after, Michael leading
the way, Stevie and I following.  A few yards from the door I noticed the
shadow, oh yes of course...that gleam of fiery hair under the light, a slim
hand reached for Michael's and they linked fingers, nonchalantly Michael
asked "So, it's ok if you come home with me?" "Yep, no home anyway" and so
we strolled on, and with a start I noticed it, I too had a hand in mine!
This was already one tremendous evening I thought to myself - and we have
the night ahead!