Date: Wed, 22 Jan 2014 22:47:23 +0000
From: David Marks <storyman2012@gmail.com>
Subject: A Boys London Vacation

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for any actions by individuals as a result of reading this story. If you
are a minor (child) then GO AWAY. If you are an adult. This story is about
a teenage boy and other males. If this kind of scenario floats your boat
then enjoy!  It is just a story. You can reply with comments/ideas. Address
at bottom of story. ENJOY!


A Boys London Vacation

A Misunderstanding


Fifteen years and four month old Joseph (Joe) Grainger is along on a
business trip with his Step father who thought it would a great opportunity
for Josh to see the sights and take in the world renowned history of London
England. They were staying in a nice, reasonably priced hotel that had been
recommended by a work college. The Clarion Hotel was just a short walk from
Covent Garden in the hub of London's theatreland. It also offered a great
central base as the need for transport was minimal. The Covent Garden area
was generally an expensive part of the bustling city. However, the work
college had assured Steve Hanlon that the hotel was very receptive to
American business traveller's and only too aware that they would take the
opportunity to bring their offspring on an educational visit. The hotel was
happy to facilitate if the traveller's were on a business budget. Giving
them a double room at the same tariff as a twin room subject of course, to
availability and, it goes without saying, the gender of the guests.

In the case of Joe and his step dad they had come at a busy time when all
the twin rooms had been taken. Mostly by lone businessmen. It was of no
consequence to the hotel that one person was occupying a room with two
beds. However, it did impact on the bar takings and other chargeable areas
such as the sauna, gym and massage facilities. Twenty twin rooms with one
bed  unoccupied meant twenty fewer people spending on the extras. But, at
least the hotel was for the best part of the year fully occupied and so
there business targets were always reached. Providing that all guests
settled their accounts when due.

Knowing how some American businesses operated they personally delivered the
room bills two days prior to payment which allowed those without a company
credit card to contact their HQ's who would transfer the funds to the
employees bank account in time for them to settle their room bills. Bills
would be delivered every two weeks and then,  in the case of cash payments
would be collected two days later by a member of management. An odd
arrangement but hey! We are talking London England.

And so. Young Joe had been in London just two weeks to the day. At 10am he
lay in the double bed that his step dad had vacated at 7.30am. Had silently
showered, dressed and headed for a breakfast before going straight to yet
another business seminar. Every day he did it without disturbing Joe whom
he would leave to his own devices. Sometimes the boy was so still he had to
check that he was still breathing, allowing himself a smile once it was
confirmed.

Joe lay reminiscing about the places he had visited. The Tower of London
was his favourite. He crawled from the bed and drew back the curtains. As
he opened the window he habitually pressed the power button on one of the
two laptops sat on the desk. Walked barefoot into the bathroom, pulled down
the front of his blue and grey chequered pyjama bottoms and relieved
himself. He caught his own reflection in the large mirror over the hand
basin then leant over it to examine his handsome face. "not a blemish" he
thought to himself as he shook his head to flick the dark mop of hair away
from his forehead revealing his narrow dark eyebrows. He clenched his nice
white teeth together before taking his toothbrush and giving them a quick
morning scrub the examined them again. Then standing back he admired his
naked upper body. His chest was slightly broad, tapering down to a slender
waist and slightly protruding hip bones. He ran his hands over his flat
stomach which he tensed to reveal a small six pack that he was trying to
develop with daily crunching exercises. When he relaxed they just appeared
under the skin. He pressed a finger into his neat innie belly button and
then ran it slowly up his body to toy with his two boy nipples that came
erect at his touch. At 5'7" and a trim 128lbs (9St 2Lb) he was more than
happy with his physic. He managed to maintain the light tan he had when he
arrived in England by using the (charged for) tanning facilities in the
hotel and was pleased he had no tan line. He continued to admire and caress
his body for a moment before pulling the cord on his pyjama bottoms. The
bottoms crumpled to his ankles revealing his proportioned lower body. He
had to step back from the mirror in order to see his pride and joy. Joe had
always compared his own penis with other boys in the school showers and at
his young age he had been gifted with a thick, flaccid five inches of boy
cock and unlike many of the other boys he had not been circumcised . When
it was hard it was a good eight and a half inches. Topping it off was a
neatly shaven triangle of short, dark pubic hair. An even more impressive,
amply filled scrotum hung low below. He had many admirers amongst his
fellow school friends.

Joe had just started caressing his nipples and nice boy parts when he was
interrupted by the 'Bingggg...Bong!' of the room doorbell. He grabbed his pj
bottoms and pulled them up quickly tying the white cord. He tried delaying
going to the door to allow his cock to deflate a little. Then he realised
he had not tightened the cord around his waist leaving his pj bottoms
perched on his hips. He had no time to adjust them as he heard impatient
knocking on the room door. He was clutching at the waist of his pj's with
one hand as he opened the door latch and peered around the jar.

Two men were in view. "Good morning young man! I hope we haven't disturbed
you". The man who spoke had a large build. He wore a smart business suite,
collar and tie, clean shaven with a goatee, and very short cropped hair.
Joe had seen him around the hotel, behind the reception desk and around the
sauna area. The man with him was small and looked like a smaller version of
the first man but with slightly longer hair. Joe noted the large tattoo
that snaked out of the bigger mans collar. It curled around and vanished
behind his left ear. The man held a clip board with a book clipped to it
with the words `receipt book' on the cover. Joe then noticed the tattooed
head of a green and red dragon that covered the back of his hand. "Eh, no
sir! Not at all, I was just about to shower and head off to watch the
buskers in Covent Garden and get some waffles." "That's good then" Said
Mike. Mike Burgess was the executive manager of the Clarion. The man with
him was the housekeeping manager Dave Cramp. He was responsible for
checking furniture, fittings and sorting out any repairs. He always
accompanied Mike on his fortnightly tour of the hotel when he dealt with
account payments. Mike loved to hear the accents of the young American
guests. They had a certain charm about them. He also liked how they would
address their elders as Sir and Ma'am. He had never worked out whether it
was out of respect or just something American kids had been brought up to
do but, he liked it. Dave simply had a puncheon  for teenage boys whatever
their nationality but, to give him his due he was selective.

Joe was still peering around the door jar. All that was visible to the two
men were his head with it's mop of dark hair and one bare shoulder.

"Well young man, you have probably seen me around the hotel. My name is
Mike and this is the accommodation manager Dave" Mike was unable to take
his eyes off of the boys handsome face and dark glazed eyes. Dave was not
distracted either. "I am on my fortnightly room visit to collect
accommodation payments and Dave here is to check out the room for repairs
and damage" "Oh, oh, Ok sir, then you best come in. They perused the room
"You'll have to excuse me sir, as I said, I was just about to shower and
not straightened the bed yet". They turned toward Joe as he closed the
door. Both men were sure they were thinking the same thing when they got
sight of the bare chested  handsome boy with one hand clutching his pj
bottoms. He must have noticed how they were looking him up and down. "Ok
young man" "Eh Joe sir, my name is Joe" "Ok then... Joe. Your father?..."No
sir, my step dad" "Fine, your step dad spoke to me this morning on his way
out and said he had left an envelope in the room with six hundred pounds to
cover the first fortnights rent."... he noticed the puzzled look on the
boys face. " Yes sir, well I guess it will be here somewhere. I haven't
noticed anything as I have not long opened the drapes. Dad didn't mention
anything to me about it." Joe casually looked around the room, with no
obvious sign of the envelope his searching became more urgent. Mike and
Dave looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. They were both
transfixed on the boy. In his frantic search he had let go of his pj
bottoms which were now perched on his slender hips revealing the cleft of
his bum cheeks and a lot of his lower, flat naval.

"I can't find anything sir! Did my dad say where he left it" "No son, just
said it would be in the room" Mike was getting slightly impatient as Joe
checked in the bathroom. Dave looked around the room and came across a
piece of paper under a can of deodorant on the dressing table. He picked it
up and after reading it he was about to say something when he glanced at
Mike, winked knowingly and slipped the paper into his pocket. "I an sorry
sir! But it just does not seem to be here, like I said my dad said nothing
to me about it" Mike just drank in the boys handsome, concerned face also
his nice body. Especially his low hanging pj bottoms exposing his lower
naval area. "Well" said Mike wandering around the room "I guess it is just
a mix up, as he glanced into the open wardrobe then shuffled some of the
hangers that held expensive suits, dress shirts and some expensive clothes
belonging to Joe all with well known labels. He noted the neatly arranged
folded piles of  Joe's things on each of the small shelves. Closing the
wardrobe he walked to the window where he noted the two laptops. "I mean,
it's not as if your dad is avoiding payment is it?" "No Sir!" The boy said,
a little angry at the remark. "My daddy would never do that." "Of course he
wouldn't son. I can see that, designer clothes and look here a laptop each.
I am sure it's just a mix up." As he said that he raised the first laptop
lid. Joe rushed over to Mike. "No sir! Please don't touch that" The screen
flickered to life. Across the screen was a message. "GOOD MORNING JOE. I
HAVE SET ONE OF OUR FAVOURITE VIDEOS FOR YOU. GUESS YOU ARE UP LATE AS
USUAL. JUST TOUCH ANY KEY TO PLAY! SEE YOU LATER! DADDY XXX. "Sir please
don't touch it1" How could Mike resist. He touched the tab key. Then placed
the cursor over the play button on the screen. What began playing drew Dave
to join them. "Please sir, turn it off please!" Mike brushed the boys hand
away when he went to close the lid. "What's this then? `The Boy Needs Extra
Tutoring' was the title overlaying the movie. Joe tried to move away but
Dave was stood directly behind him getting a close up view of the boys bare
back and an even better view of the cleft of his cute bum poking out above
his pj bottoms. He took in the aroma of the un showered  boys body. "Oh
yes" thought Dave "definitely all boy".

On the screen the movie played. A teenage boy around fifteen or sixteen was
standing, waiting at the front door of residential house. He was dressed in
a short brown bomber jacket, white tee-shirt, black jeans and black canvas
espadrilles' He had a mop of fair hair, but for the colour, it was the same
style as Joe's and, was he good looking! By his side he held what looked
like a bunch of school books and folders. The door opened and a short
stocky  man around thirty something appeared in jeans and tee shirt. His
head was shaved, his features average. He spoke to the boy quietly but
sternly something to the effect that he was giving him (his tutor) extra
work in his time and at his own home. He ushered the boy inside. The scene
changed to the teen inside the house where he was shown to remove his
jacket and footwear before going ahead of the man up the stairs. During
which, the camera panned onto the boys backside. The scene then cut to a
light and airy double bedroom where the boy stood looking at the tutor
expressionless. The dialogue  continued "But this is a bedroom sir we
usually work in your study" "My study is overflowing with work and I am
certainly not going to use my living area for your extra tuition for which
I think you owe me big time!" With that the boy turned and placed his books
and folders on the bed. Open mouthed he turned back to the tutor who moved
toward the boy, placed a hand behind his head and kissed him quite
forcefully on the lips. His hands then dropped to the boys hips holding him
firmly. The boy responded and began kissing the tutor. Their tongues probed
the others mouth. The tutor pulled his own tee shirt off. The boy then
raised his arms allowing the tutor to remove his tee shirt. Boy what a nice
body the kid had. A tight waist, flat stomach. His ribs stuck out of his to
die for body. The wide white waistband of his underwear with Fruit of The
Loom in small letters on it contrasted sexily with his bare flesh and low
hanging black jeans. Joe could feel Dave's burgeoning cock pressing into
his bum but was unable to move. Mike just stared at the screen. Still
kissing, the tutor pushed his own jeans down to reveal his huge half hard
cut cock. They kissed again while the boy fondled the tutors balls. Placing
his hands on the boys shoulders he pushed the boy to his knees. The boys
hand looked small wrapped around the thick man cock. In one slow move he
took the whole length into his mouth. He could be heard gagging on it as
his lips sealed around its thickness. Strings of saliva started to drop
from the kids mouth as it made the mans shaft glisten. Both the mans hands
grabbed the boys head and pulled his mouth right down into his pubes,
holding it there while the kid gagged then. Mike hit the pause button.
"What the fuck!" Joe looked at him, absolutely panic stricken. Even more so
when Mike placed the cursor on the favourites tab. Five items were on the
list in upper case: PAYING FOR POOR GRADES: ENGLISH SCHOOL BOY SEX OF THE
BEST:  STRIPPED AND FUCKED BY DADDY: THE BOSS'S SON USED: BATHED BEFORE BED
TIME?!:  "These look interesting" All eyes followed him when he walked to
the wardrobe, throwing the clipboard onto the bed on the short walk.

He opened both of the doors and looked the shelves up and down. He watched
Joe's face when he retrieved two piles of clothes from one of the shelves,
searched the row of hangers and pulled out one. "It seems that we have
theme going on here" he walked back to Dave and the boy noticing the
distinct movement in the front of Joe's pj bottoms when he moved. Placing
the clothes on the other laptop he picked up the first item. He unfolded a
boys size white tee shirt followed by a pair of boxer briefs with a logo
around the broad white waistband. Next  a pair of boys black jeans, black
espadrilles followed by a small brown bomber jacket. Dave looked confused.
Mike continued as if he were a detective ("and the second items of evidence
my Lord"). A boys white dress shirt, a pair of long grey socks, small white
briefs and a school tie. "I guess the black shoes are somewhere around" he
finally held up the coat hanger with the boy size black school blazer,
complete with a badge on the pocket and trimmed with yellow piping. Mike
then opened the blazer to reveal the pair of neatly pressed black school
trousers underneath.

Mike reached into his pocket and pulled out a memory stick. When Joe asked
him what he was doing. The answer came when Mike copied the list to the
stick and casually returned it to his pocket. "I think you should carry on
with the checks Dave... Dave!" He was miles away trying to figure out what
was going on.

Dave began checking out the room for damage or repairs. In the bathroom he
noted a dripping shower nozzle and made a mental note. Opening the wall
cabinet he came across two Douche bulbs. In black indelible ink they were
marked HIS and His. One in large letters the other in small letters. On the
bath stool was a waterproof bag embossed in gold lettering `Jackson's Enema
Travel Kit'. He checked the locks on the door, tiles for any cracks. When
he returned to the main room Mike and the boy were sat on the bed. Joe was
wiping the tears from his face. Mike had told him that he believed he was
holding out on the rent money but the boy had insisted that he was not.
Mike stood up, the boy looked up at him with wet puppy dog eyes. Mike
thought how sexy the kid looked and so vulnerable. "With regard to what I
have seen, the video movies and collections of clothing, I can see what is
going on. How old are you son?" "Fifteen ...going on sixteen sir!" God,
how Mike loved that kids accent and the way he always said Sir. "Well I am
going to have to speak to your dad or... Daddy about this" The kids head
dropped. Mike walked over to the window and picked up all but the school
uniform items. He walked back to the bed where he deposited the items next
to the kid "I will be back in one hour. I am going to check out this first
movie. I would suggest that if you don't have the envelope with the cash in
it that you clean up and get dressed for the occasion. "But Sir! I am not
lying to you, I really do not know anything about the money, Honest!" Joe
was beside himself. He new the content of the movie, every action, every
piece of dialogue.  Dave caught Mikes eye and indicated toward the
bathroom. They both entered briefly. Mike walked back to the boy. "When I
say clean up! I mean clean up!" Joe fumbled as his hands juggled with the
douche bulb marked `his' in small letters.

Joe turned around and watched as the door closed behind the two men. "Why
dad? Why didn't you tell me about the money" he kept asking himself over
and over as he began searching  everywhere for the envelope. He thought to
phone his dad but was on strict orders not, under any circumstances to call
him at work unless it was urgent! Urgent as in `A matter of live or death
Urgent! He now had fifty minutes to either find the money or be dressed as
instructed and await the return of the manager.

"Fucking hell Dave! He is one handsome kid. Did you notice the front of his
pj's? That boy was turned on big time and I mean big time! watching that
movie. I think he is holding out, but why? If he is trying to hold on to
the cash then surely his old man is going to find out and he is going to be
in deep shit!"

Dave mused as he put his hand in his pocket and handed the piece of paper
to Mike. "What's this?" "Read it. I sensed ... let's just say... an
opportunity" Mike unfolded the piece of paper

"Morning Joey Boy! I forgot to mention to you last night that the first
payment on the room is due today. The manager will be calling around ten in
the morning to collect. I have put the money £600 British Pounds in an
envelope and for safety's sake put it inside the bottom pillow on my side
of the bed. Be sure to get a receipt from him. Have a great day! Love you
Daddy xx.

"Well you crafty little man! This is going to be better than that German
kid, remember last year? His old man or is that Vater (Farter)? Couldn't
settle his bill because he spent the money on prostitutes. His son was
walking currency for seven days. Must be...what ... sixteen now "



To Be Continued...

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