Date: Fri, 27 Oct 2006 10:30:05 -0500
From: Justin Davis <justin0398@gmail.com>
Subject: Urban Sinners 15, by Justin Davis (M/t, mast, oral, anal inter)

The following story contains graphic scenes of sexual relations
between older males and younger males.  If such material offends you,
you should not read it.  It is entirely a work of fiction and in no
way is the story intended to show approval of or condone the actions
of the fictional characters.

Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age you are prohibited from
reading such material by law in most countries.

The author claims all copyrights to this story and it may not be
published in any other form, except to the web sites to which it has
been posted, without the consent of the author.

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Urban Sinners #15
By
Justin Davis


Beads of sweat had broken out on spidery little Proi's furrowed brow.
Biting his lower lip again and straining, he tried to lower himself
some more on the man's huge penis.  Already, he had a third of it in
his bottom.  Yet, there was more of the huge, dark brown, tube to go
before his cute, bubble, butt rested on the man's bush of black pubes.
 Twice, the night before, the Middle Eastern man had fucked his
bottom, falling asleep exhausted after the second time.

With the exception of the African man, almost a year ago, and one man
from America, it was the largest penis Proi had ever seen on a grown
man. The thing was unusually shaped.  The head was somewhat small, but
below that the shaft continued to thicken until it was horrendously
wide.

Consequently, Proi had hung on for dear life and yelped and howled
both times the man had fucked him with his monster cock, for the thing
was so thick it felt as though it would split his asshole like a ripe
watermelon dropped onto the ground.

This time, at least, he was able to control the invasion.  Yet, Proi's
hole was very sore from the night before.  So, he grimaced as he
slowly lowered himself on the huge pole and tried to concentrate not
on the discomfort but on the huge sum of money that he was going to
make after the weekend was over.

Of the stable of thirty boys Mr. Fong had at his night club/brothel,
Proi and a few others were the most sought after.  To Mr. Fong, the
Chinese gentleman who had moved to Bangkok years ago and opened the
establishment, the reason was obvious.

While it was true that many Thai males generally look younger than
their age, some, like Proi, looked way younger than they really were.
Consequently, Mr. Fong made sure that he recruited as many of those as
he could.

As for Proi, his small, spidery, build, and his long, shoulder-length
dark hair gave him the almost girlish appearance that some of Mr.
Fong's customers desired.  Appearing no more than eleven or twelve,
even though he was fourteen, Mr. Fong even paid to have his pubic hair
and under arm hair permanently removed, as it began to sprout, to keep
up appearances.

"Give me time, sir!  I'm trying.  I'm very sore from last night!" Proi
said in Thai, as he strained yet again to take more of the monster
cock up his butt.

Of course, the man had no idea what Proi was saying, other than from
the tone of his voice it seemed the boy was trying to cater to his
sexual needs again as best he could. Yet, he was getting slightly
annoyed at the wait.

"The Palace of Infinite Pleasure," which Mr. Fong owned, was well
known among the circles of those who desired Thai "boy flesh."  True,
it was expensive.  However, the young boys themselves were the best in
all of Bangkok.

Proi had worked for Mr. Fong for two years and made more money during
that time than most grown Thai men.  He worked only on the weekend,
and was able to support his mother and three siblings very handsomely
and save a considerable sum on the side.  So, as he grimaced once
again, and forced more of the huge cock into his rectum, Proi intended
to please the wealthy Arab as much as he could.

"I'm really trying hard!  Just give me time!" Proi said in Thai,
looking down at the man.

"You've taken long enough!"

"No! No!"  Proi exclaimed, as the man reached for his hips.

Instantly, the rest of the huge penis was jammed into his rectum, and
Proi reared his head back and howled at the ceiling, like a coyote
baying at the moon, in response.  It was going to be a long, yet
profitable, weekend for Proi, but with a very sore butt in return.

Besides Proi, there were others much in demand for the weekend,
although most of the boys worked during the week.  To rent a boy for
the entire weekend was very expensive, and only the wealthiest clients
could afford Mr. Fong's price for that.

Three doors down the upstairs hall from where Proi was now rocking his
hips and moaning loudly as he rode the Middle Eastern man's huge cock,
in Room 15, little Nadee, whose feet where pinned back to his ears,
was also entertaining a customer.

The pill the Japanese businessman had taken had kept his cock hard all
of the night.  Now, as dawn was breaking, Nadee was again taking the
man's fat cock up his sperm lubed hole for the fourth time.

"Uhhhhhhhhh---Uhhhhhhhh--Uhhhhhhhh!" Nadee grunted as the man's groin
smacked his upturned butt cheeks, shaking his whole body with every
thrust.

Maybe after this time, Nadee hoped, the man would be exhausted enough
to fall asleep and give his butt a rest, for already is was getting
tender and much looser than it had been the first couple of times the
man had fucked him.  Yet, he could have been in Tukrit's situation in
Room 11 up the hall.

Naturally, bribery was the method by which Mr. Fong kept his
establishment open, and that not only included payments in money but
services as well.  This time, it was little Tukrit's turn to provide
those services and he was in the middle of the big circular bed, head
down and butt up, taking it up the butt again from one of the five
naked policemen that formed a circle around him.

Twice before, all five had fucked him, passing him round like a
basketball amongst them.  The room reeked with the smell of sperm and
streaks of the stuff covered Nadee's thighs and cum oozed from his
hole the moment it was vacant.  Now, from the sound of it and the pace
of the thrusts, more was about to be deposited into his rectum and
there was nothing Tukrit could do but grunt with the thrusts and wait
for another warm flood of white goo to gush into his insides.

Of course, Mr. Fong had his pick of any of the boys he wanted.  His
absolute favorite, and the youngest of the lot, was little Compoo.  In
fact, except for being one of the boys that danced for the customers,
Compoo was Mr. Fong's personal boy.

The fact that Compoo's grandfather had been an American solider was
obvious by his physical features.  His auburn hair, his green eyes,
the color of his skin, an uncircumcised penis way bigger than the
typical Thai boy his age, all were evidence that the boy's genes were
not pure Thai.

Now, as Proi was being flipped over onto his back for another hard
fuck of his bottom, Mr. Fong was lying naked upon his huge bed smiling
down at Compoo, who was between his legs ministering to his big
Chinese cock.

"Use your tongue more!" Mr. Fong said in Thai to the lad, prompting a
gasp from Mr. Fong as the boy began to swirl his tongue over the head
of his cock like he was licking a Blow Pop.

Almost none of the boys that Mr. Fong recruited for his establishment
were virgins.  However, that had not been the case with Compoo.  Mr.
Fong's cock was the only one Compoo had ever had in his butt and Mr.
Fong appreciated the fact that it now fit his big Asian tool like a
custom made glove.

Oh, it had been rough at first.  Compoo had blubbered and sobbed and
banged his head on the bed sheets the first several times the big tube
had invaded his virgin bottom.  Now, the boy felt miserably empty when
the huge penis wasn't in him.  So, once he slobbered on it to Mr.
Fong's satisfaction, he would mount the thing and ride it as he wanked
his peter, which was already so hard with anticipation that the
foreskin was retracted to the extent that it looked circumcised.

Upstairs, for Proi, wanking wasn't necessary.  At the moment, he was
shooting cum all over his stomach and chest as the Arab's monster cock
mercilessly assaulted his prostate and made him ejaculate as it had
the times before, while just a few doors away, in Room 13, a different
scene was taking place.

Room 13 was a special room equipped for men who liked variety in their
sexual activities.  Consequently, young Nung, the oldest of the boys
at sixteen, was hanging from the metal frame by his wrists, his feet
held immobile by the spreader bar.  Nung's five inch penis, foreskin
fully retracted, jutted out from his newly hairless groin as hard as a
rock due to the gold cock ring that surrounded the base of it and his
balls.  In his butt a huge dildo vibrated slowly.

Suddenly, Nung gasped loudly and writhed as the stocky European man
again took the big, white, feather and ran it underneath the rim of
the head of his penis, causing another shinny filament of pre-cum to
ooze from Nung's piss slit.  For a moment, it hung there.  Then, it
fell to the floor where it joined the small puddle that had formed.

Since the man was an annual customer, Nung knew from past experience
that it would do no good to beg for release and he promised himself
that he wouldn't do it this time.  But, as his usually low-hanging
balls had begun to draw up and ache from the need to cum he couldn't
help himself.  Yet, as before, laughter was the response to his pleas
in Thai. No, it would be some time before the man was satisfied that
Nung was virtually insane with the need to cum.  Pre-cum would have to
be oozing from his cock onto the floor in an almost continuous ribbon
and his pleas turned to incessant babbling before it was time.

Then, and only then, would he place his mouth onto Nung's tasty cock
and be the recipient of the violent gushes of cum that would ensue. In
the meantime, it was time to give attention to Nung's nipples again,
and he began to lick and suck on the left one as he used the feather
on the other, prompting Nung to gasp then whimper again in
frustration.

As usual, there would be a progression to Nung's frustration.
Already, he had cursed at the man, provoking more laughter from him.
Then, in spite of himself, Nung had begun to whimper and beg the man
to let him cum, which was the point where he was at now.  Ultimately,
his whimpering would turn to sobs and babbling as he watched what
seemed like gallons of pre-cum continue to flow from his piss slit
onto the floor with no relief in sight.  He would begin to fuck his
hips at the empty air in a futile attempt to cum, his balls drawn up
so tight that they looked like they were trying to crawl inside his
body.   Yet, Nung was still a long way from the point at which he
would cry out loudly as the man's mouth encircled his cock, then howl
at the ceiling as he began to shoot his load so violently that it
burned like molten lava spewing from his piss slit.

Downstairs, Mr. Fong was urging lovely Compoo on as the boy lowered
himself upon his big cock, slowly wanking his peter as he did so, his
brow slightly furrowed from the invasion.  The lad had gasped as he
usually did when the big head had entered his bottom.  Then, he had
sighed as he began rock his hips and lower himself upon the fat tube,
for in a moment he would be blessedly full again.

In time, Mr. Fong would spew yet another flood of sperm into the boy's
rectum, then watch as Compoo obediently licked his cock clean
afterward.  For the time being, however, Mr. Fong was content to watch
Compoo wank his peter and ride his meat until the boy shot his cum
pellets.  Then, he would flip him over onto his back, pin his feet
back to his ears, and then royally fuck his butt with his big Chinese
cock.

Yes, "The Palace of Infinite Pleasure" would indeed be a busy place in
Bangkok all weekend long.