Date: Mon, 21 Jun 2010 06:36:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: Koos Smit <koossmt@yahoo.com>
Subject: Beach Front Boy

BEACH FRONT BOY

By

Koos Smit

It was about 7pm on a muggy summer evening in Durban, the main port city on
South Africa's Indian Ocean coast.  It was hot and sticky as only tropical
Durban can be at the height of summer.  Living in Johannesburg I was used
to the cool, crisp high altitude climate of the Highveld and I always
avoided Durban like the plague in summer.  The only reason I was in Durban
at that time was because there was an important seminar on that week and my
employer had insisted that I go.

After a dreary day listening to the droning of interminable speakers in a
room where the air-conditioners had obviously seen better days I returned
to the Holiday Inn on the beachfront where I was staying, tired, crumpled
and scratchy.  I yanked off my clothes as I walked in the door, dropping
them on the floor as I went straight for the aircon and put it on full
blast.  Then I called room service for a beer and took a lukewarm shower
while I waited for it to arrive.

It came quicker than I thought it would.  I got out the shower wet and
dripping, snatched a towel around my waist and held it there with one hand
as I opened the door with the other.  The bar boy standing there with my
beer on a tray was young and cute, maybe 17 or 18 at most, short and trim,
black haired, tanned, black eyed.  I turned to fetch my wallet and the bar
boy followed me in.  I purposely let go the towel and allowed it drop to
the floor.  I picked up my wallet and turned to face him, watching him as I
pretended to fumble for some notes, hoping that he would give some
indication -- a look, a comment -- to say he could be interested.  He
had picked up my towel and was holding it out to me at arm's length, his
eyes troubled and looking away.  I ignored it.  He blushed and fidgeted and
did not seem to know where to look.  He was clearly uncomfortable with my
nakedness and when I stepped toward him to give him the money he
practically jumped backward with fright.

`Ah well', I sighed as he took the money and retreated hastily.  I had
heard that many of the bellhops and bar boys at these Durban beachfront
hotels were happy to increase their meager earnings by providing guests
with additional `unlisted' services.  But this was obviously not one of
them.

I switched on the TV and watched the news for a while as I downed my beer,
sitting on my bed with my back against the headboard, fingering my cock
absently.  Then I looked through the classified ads of the local newspaper
under the `Massage' and `Escort' columns.  The cryptic messages teased my
imagination: `Michael (WM) - young and hung - 18yo -- for M/M'; `Dean
(WM) -- B/L bodybuilder -- 10 inch -- for M/M full house -- will
travel'; `Farm Boy Kurt (WM) -- built/hung stallion for M/M massage and
more'.

I always did this went I went to another city.  I would never dream of
doing it in my home town.  I would imagine and yearn but I would never
actually phone.  I was married and had two kids at home but had been
`curious' for a long time -- for ever, really -- and I would fantasize
about what it might be like to do it with a guy.  But I somehow could never
work up the courage to take that first step.  Often I would key in the
number on my mobile and wrestle with myself for agonizing seconds with my
thumb on the dial button before stabbing at the reject button and tossing
my phone aside, irritated with myself.

As so often before I eventually keyed in the number for the young and hung
18 year old, Michael. I was in the midst of my usual agonizing when I
involuntarily stabbed the dial button.  I could have cancelled but somehow
I didn't.  I stared at the phone until I heard the dial tone click out and
a man's voice saying `Hello? Hello?'

I put the phone to my ear.  A deep voice resonated in my ear `Hello, what
can I do for you?'

I realised at once that this was no 18 year old. `I'm sorry', I said `I
seem to have dialed the wrong number'

`No you haven't' came the reply.

Thinking quickly over a faint feeling of panic that I was being sucked into
something that I had no control over I said `Is this ...?' and I gave the
number I had just dialed with the last two digits switched around.

`No. I'm sorry' said the pleasant voice, `Seems you have dialed the wrong
number'

`Sorry', I said with relief, and dialed off.

I lay there for a while, berating myself for being a coward.  I was flying
home the next day and once again I would be going home with my questions
unanswered.

Eventually I jumped up.  No use moping about it.  I got dressed in a pair
of knee length shorts and a loose button up shirt that I did not tuck in,
slipped my bare feet into a pair of leather beach thongs, grabbed the keys
of my hired BMW and went to find something to eat.  I drove down Marine
Parade until I found a restaurant further down the beachfront that I had
not tried before.

It was 10 pm and dark by the time I drove back.  As it was during the
school term there were very few holidaymakers in Durban that week and the
Marine Parade was almost deserted.  The lack of bustle and noise seemed
almost eerie.  Although it was still uncomfortably warm there was a light
drizzle that seemed to coat the tarred road with a yellow sheen from the
bright yellow street lights.

As I entered a traffic circle I passed a young boy standing alone at the
kerbside on my left.  He was not thumbing but he looked as if he was
looking for a lift.  I do not pick up hitchhikers but something made me go
right round the circle to get back to him.  Perhaps it was because he
seemed to be too young to be there on his own.  Perhaps it was because he
looked a little forlorn in the drizzle.  Perhaps it was just because I
would have liked someone else to have picked up my son if he was standing
alone on the beachfront.

Whatever it was, I went back for him.  As I drove slowly around the circle
I checked him out.  He looked like a typical Durban beach boy.  I could not
tell his age in the light of the street.  Could have been anything from 14
to 18.  Sturdily built, he was short for 18 and tall for 14.  As I drew up
to him I pushed the button and the window slid down smoothly.  I saw he was
wearing a pair of denim dungarees that were a little too big for him, the
rolled trouser cuffs almost covering his feet which, like most teenage boys
growing up in Durban, were bare.  He wore no shirt under his dungarees,
which were held up by just one strap over his left shoulder.  The front
flap hung down to the left, exposing the right side of a tanned and
well-developed upper body.

I came to a stop next to him.  He stepped into the road and bent slightly
to rest his elbows on the window sill and poke his head inside.

`Hallo Oom!' he said cheerfully, addressing me with the Afrikaans for
"uncle", as polite Afrikaner boys are brought up to do.  Full lips opened
in a wide grin across his broad face and bright blue eyes twinkled a
question at me under a thatch of straight blonde hair, now dark and damp
from the drizzle.  His skin was smooth and tanned a deep golden brown,
glistening now like honey from the wet.  His arms and shoulders were
well-muscled and hairless, except for a light dusting of soft golden down
on his forearms.  A smell of wet boy and denim wafted into the car and made
my belly lurch pleasantly, an intoxicating musk of sea salt, sweat and sun
tan cream.  How I wished right then that I had the balls to try to pick
this boy up.

`Want a lift home?' I asked, my heart in the back of my mouth..

A shadow passed fleetingly over the boy's face.  He looked up at the
continuing drizzle and then back at me for a moment.  He seemed to be
making up his mind about something.  Then, finally, `Okay, Oom' he said,
`It's a bit early but with this drizzle I might as well pack it in for
tonight'.

Faint traces in his accent told my ears that his home language was indeed
Afrikaans: The slightly clipped tone, the rounded vowels and the hard
consonants

He picked up a small canvas beach bag from the kerbside and tossed it on
the back seat.  He paused before getting in and looked at the front
passenger seat.

`I'm a bit wet, Oom.  Have you got a towel?'

`No, but it's OK', I said, `It's leather.  You can't hurt it'

The right side of his smooth tanned torso with its well-defined musculature
was exposed to me as he got in and drew my eyes like a magnet.  The single
buttons meant to hold the side slits in his dungarees closed at the waist
were unbuttoned on both sides so that when he sat down the front flap of
his dungarees ballooned outward and the side slits gaped open all the way
to the top of his thighs.  He was not wearing any shorts or underpants and
I caught a tantalizing glimpse of smooth tanned buttock and thigh before he
patted the flap back against his lap.  Once again my belly lurched
pleasurably and I could feel a tingling get going in the tip of my cock.

Completely unfazed he grinned and said `I never wear under rods, Oom.  Too
hot and sticky in Durbs.  I like my tackle to hang free.  You don't mind,
do you?'

`Of course not, why should I?'

I did not tell him that I was not wearing any either and for the same
reason.  It didn't seem to be any of his business.

He ran his fingers over the polished wooden panels in the dash and the
door.

`Nice ride you hired, Oom!'

`How did you know I hired it?' I asked

`I can see you're from outta town.  And Imperial Car Hire always got those
boxes of mints in the car'

I laughed. `You're a bright kid!' I said. `But how can you tell I'm from
out of town'

`You got that kind of skin that the Joburgers always have.  My mom says
it's because it's cold and dry there.  When the kids come down on holiday
they got those "rosy cheeks and peachy skin" she always says.  That's why
she's always after me to use sun tan cream and stuff'

`Well, she's done a good job with yours', I said, reaching out despite
myself and running the back of my fingers down his cheek, `You have great
skin'

At once I regretted stroking his cheek.  He's going to think I'm coming on
to him, I thought in panic.

But my passenger just smiled as if it was normal for strange men to stroke
his cheek and compliment him on his great skin.

`Thanks, Oom', he said simply, extending a hand `I'm Johan, by the way'

`And I'm Jonathan', I said as I took his hand and shook it.  His hand was
big and firm, like a gymnast's, and his grip was strong and confident.
`You can forget the "Oom" bit"

`Okay, Jonathan it is', he replied with a grin.

I looked at him quickly.  It seemed an odd reply, but I put it out of my
mind.

`How old are you?'

He grinned at me again.

`Eighteen, right?'

Again the odd reply,

`No way you're eighteen!'

He looked momentarily surprised.

`Well, that's what everyone wants to hear, but no, you're right, I'm
actually sixteen'

`That's what I thought', I said.

He cast me an anxious glance.

`Are you still OK with that?'

This was really a puzzling conversation but I replied, `Sure, why not?'

`No, nothing, some guys have a problem with me being under eighteen, is
all'

By now we were continuing North on the Marine Parade.  I suddenly realised
that I had been so absorbed by my young passenger's attractiveness and
enigmatic conversation that I had forgotten to ask him where he needed to
go.

`So where are we going, Johan?'

He looked at me in surprise.

`Where do you want to go, Jonathan?' he asked

`I thought I was taking you home' I replied

`No that won't work!' he said, `My mom is there and anyway she thinks I'm
sleeping over with my friend Andrew

`Well, must I take you to Andrew?'

Johan laughed out loud and looked at me incredulously.

`No, silly, Andrew's dad would have a fucken heart attack if we turned up
there!  He don't like me hanging out with Andrew!  He chased me away from
there before!'

`Then what ...?' I asked, now completely befuddled.

`Yissus, but you're slow for a Joburger!  Where you staying, man?'

`I'm staying at the Holiday Inn.  You mean ... you want to crash with me in
the hotel?  You don't even know me ... I could be ... an axe murderer
... what would your mom say?', I finished lamely.

Then the light finally went on: `Oh gosh ... Oh my gosh ... Oh my gosh!'
It dawned through my thick skull at last that this sexy young boy was
picking me up!

I jammed on the brakes and slowed down, turned into one of the many empty
parking slots along Marine Parade, pulled up the handbrake and switched off
the engine.  I turned and looked at Johan as if seeing him for the first
time.  My heart was pounding in the back of my throat and my pulse was
racing like I had just finished a hard game of squash.

`You weren't hitching a ride, you were hooking customers!', I accused.

`Sure, you knew that!'

`No, I didn't!'

`I watched you checking me out as you went around the circle.  You liked
what you saw and you came back for me!'

`I've never picked up a guy in my life!  I felt sorry for you getting wet
and I wanted to take you home'

Johan looked at me appraisingly for a long while and then said, `Maybe.
But when you stopped and spoke to me I could see in your eyes that you
wanted me'

I blushed at the truth of what he said.

`And ... I can see that you still want me!' he said, glancing meaningfully
at the long hard bulge in my shorts.

I glanced down and blushed brighter.

Still I said nothing, looking back into Johan's cute young face, not
trusting myself to speak.

Johan reached up to his left shoulder and unhitched the one strap still
holding up the left side of the front of his dungarees.  The heavy denim
cloth collapsed onto his lap and left his upper body completely exposed all
the way to the top of his thighs.  He pushed the cloth away to reveal a
cock that even in its unerected state was both exceptionally long and
exceptionally thick for a boy of sixteen.  It was white and smooth and thin
blue veins could clearly be seen beneath the surface of the skin.  Like all
Afrikaner boys, he was uncut.  An ample foreskin covered the whole apple
shaped bulb of his cockhead.  He had no pubic hairs at all and there was no
indication that the smooth elastic skin of his pubic area had ever been
shaved.

I yearned to touch him but I looked about nervously.

Johan giggled.

`Don't worry, it's still drizzling.  You'll never see a Metro Cop out in
this wet!'

I looked over his nicely muscled chest, arms and shoulders and the well
defined ridges of his belly.  My mouth was dry and I licked my lips as the
blood pounded in my head.

`Now tell me you don't want this', said Johan, his eyes shining and his
wide grin threatening to split his cheeks.

For answer I reached out to touch his gorgeous cock.  At the same moment
Johan pulled up the flap of his dungarees and hitched up both straps.

`Not here' he smiled, `Let's go to your hotel'

We got back to the hotel in record time.  I parked the car in the hotel
parking garage and went up alone to collect my keycard from the front desk.
Johan waited in the garage a while to give me time to get to my room.
Carrying his small beach bag he took a service lift from near the laundry
straight up to the tenth floor where my room was.  No guest would ever have
given him a second glance.  Shirtless and barefoot boys are commonplace
anywhere in Durban and especially in the hotels that front on to the Marine
Parade.  The bellhops, bar boys and housekeeping staff who all knew him as
a rent boy would simply have winked and sent him on his way with perhaps a
lewd comment.  But Johan was anxious to avoid the front desk staff and some
members of hotel management who took a dim view of what he did for pocket
money and who might have thrown him out.

I was standing at the door waiting and when the knock came I practically
yanked Johan into the room.

`Hey, whoa there' Johan laughed at my nervousness, `Relax, it's nearly
midnight, no one's gonna worry us now'

`Sorry', I said sheepishly, `I've never done this before'.

`Don't worry about it, I done it plenty times and I'll teach you', said
Johan, `But first let's get the business out the way'

`Sure', I said

`For fifty bucks you get one blowjob and for another hundred bucks you get
to butt-fuck me once.  You my last client so I kip here tonight plus you
gimme fifty bucks for breakfast and you drive me home in the morning --
early, `cause I got to get to school by 8'

`That's two hundred bucks, right?' I said

`Ja, and you pay me now'

`No problem.  What do I get for three hundred bucks?'

Johan grinned broadly as he undid the straps and let his dungarees fall to
the floor around his ankles before stepping out of them, `For five hundred
bucks you own me for the night and you can do whatever you want whenever
you want it ...`cept ...you can't whip me tonight'

`I don't want to whip you!' I said as I fiddled with the buttons of my
shirt, my fingers clumsy with excitement and anticipation.

Johan stepped up to help me, standing on his toes as his strong brown
fingers nimbly worked their way down the buttons.  His boy musk scent just
under my nose was heady.  The tip of his cock brushed against my thighs as
he worked and my cock instantly erected under my shorts.

`I don't mind ... really!' said Johan, `Lotsa guys like to whip me and I've
learned to get off on it too'.  But tomorrow I got a swimming gala at
school and people will ask questions if I come there again with whip marks
all over my back and arse.'

`What did you tell them last time?'

He laughed. `I made up some story about my mom's boyfriend beating me and
then running away.  I begged them not to tell the cops or he might come
back and hurt my mom.  They felt sorry for me and let it go, but they won't
buy that story a second time!'

`I suppose not, but they won't have to.  I don't even have a whip.'

`I've got one here!', he said, reaching into his beach bag and showing me a
black braided leather whip tightly wound into a small coil.

`No Johan!' I chuckled `I don't need it!  Here's your three hundred bucks.
Put it away in your bag so you won't forget it.'

Johan pushed the whip back into his worn beach bag and took the cash from
me.

My eyes drank in the tanned perfection of Johan's body as he took the money
and bent over to put it in a wallet that he fished out of his beach bag.
Every shape and curve set my loins tingling: His broad brown feet with
their well spaced toes, high arches and dirty leathery soles; his rounded
calves and muscular thighs; his slim waist and hard round buttocks; his
muscled back and shoulders, the bulges of his biceps and forearms; the
uncut cock hanging down at least 5 inches on the slack and the large
testicles hanging down slightly further in their smooth, pubeless, ball
sac.

He was a full head shorter than me and, despite his well-developed
muscularity, I began to doubt if he was even 16.  Perhaps it was his
hairless pubic area or his exceptionally smooth skin.  Perhaps it was just
the way he spoke.  There seemed to be a trace of innocence there despite
his obvious sexual precociousness.  Could he be 14 or even 13?  My son was
13 but he was nowhere near as developed.  Then I thought of some of the
muscular well-developed 13 year olds in my Grade 8 son's rugby team with
the big bulges in the fronts of their tight rugby shorts that had me
watching every game.  If they were 13 so could Johan be.  I worried about
this for a moment.  Did it matter?  If I was prepared to have sex with a 16
year old did it matter if the boy was really 14 or 13?  A glance at the
teenaged Eros in front of me settled the question.  It wasn't going to
matter tonight.

`Now I need a shower' he said, `My foot soles are dirty and I'm still
sweaty and I got an arse full of cum from the last guy that wanted a
quickie in his car.  Just before you came'

`I love your dirty foot soles and the smell of your sweat and the thought
of the cum in your arse just makes me more horny'

`No, I want to shower with you', Johan replied simply, `It's part of the
fun!'

`Well, if you put it that way', I said, quickly pushing my shorts to my
ankles and stepping out of them, 'lets go'.

`You don't wear under rods either', observed Johan, `Cool!'

We got into the shower.  Being a Holiday Inn the shower was over the bath
so there was ample room for the both of us.

`Will you wash me?' Johan asked.  I loved his simple directness.

`It will be my pleasure' I replied.  In fact I couldn't wait to get my
hands on him.  For the next half hour I slowly and carefully shampooed and
soaped every centimeter of that firm and perfect body.  When I got to his
arse he spread his legs wide and asked me to pay special attention to his
crack.  He bent over and asked me to clean his hole, something I would in
other circumstances have regarded as being too gross to contemplate.
Somehow it was no problem for me then and I was happy to soap my fingers
and insert first one and then two into his wet and soapy hole, twisting
them about and pumping them in and out until his firm but elastic anus was
clean.

Then I had to do his cock and balls, an especial pleasure for me, pulling
back his foreskin and soaping the swollen purple head at the top of his now
erect and fully engorged cock.

Fascinated by his smooth hairlessness I asked, `How often do you shave
here?  It doesn't look like you ever had any pubes!'

Johan smiled. `I don't shave there!  I just never had any pubes.  Check, I
don't have hair in my armpits either!'

I looked.  Sure enough his armpits were as smooth and hairless as a ten
year old's.  I looked at him enquiringly.  He shrugged, `My mom says it's
genetic.  My father never had pubes either.  Nor does my boetie (younger
brother)'

`I think it looks helluva sexy', I said

`Ja, I know' he said matter-of-factly, `It used to worry me a lot but lotsa
guys told me they like it'.

I looked at him for a moment.

`Okay, how old are you really?'

He grinned at me.

`Does it matter?

`No it doesn't ... really!  I just want to know'

`Well ... I'm really fourteen'

`Okay, then, I thought so!', I said, closing my fist around his by now bone
stiff cock and gripping it hard, 'Though your cock and balls are huge for a
boy so young!'

`Ja', he chuckled, `That's what everyone says!'

Finally we sat down opposite each other on the floor of the bath, our legs
crossing over each other's as I scrubbed the leathery skin on the soles of
his hard well-formed feet as clean as they could get.

As I scrubbed Johan spoke, `So now I told you my real age, will you tell me
your real name?'

I looked up at him in surprise.

`What do you mean?  Jonathan is my real name'

`Well most guys I go with give me a false name.  They don't want me to know
who they really are'

`I see!' I replied, `Well my real name is Jonathan and when we get out the
shower I'll show you my ID if you like'

`No, I believe you.  I was just asking'

Then it was my turn and Johan returned every favour in full measure.  As he
soaped and washed my arse crack he remarked `You never had a cock up here,
did you?

`No I haven't.  I told you I've never done this before!'

`Well it hurts for a while the first few times you do it, but if you hold
out the pain passes and gets really lekker! (nice).  I'm gonna loosen you
up a bit here so you can start to get used to it for when I fuck you just
now'

`Who says you're going to fuck me?  I'm paying to fuck you!'

`Ja, you're gonna fuck me!  But I'm gonna fuck you too, cause you gonna
want me to!'

`Jeez! Nothing wrong with your confidence!' I said.

Johan chuckled.

`I'm bladdy good, mister! You gonna beg me for it, I promise you!'

Johan got me on all fours in the bath and started playing with my anus,
gently rubbing and pressing against it with a soapy finger, explaining how
I could relax my sphincter.

`Just pretend you're trying to have a shit' he said

`What if I do have a shit?'

`You won't but if you do its okay -- it's only shit -- we bum boys are
used to it and we're in the bath already!'

I laughed and then both of us fell silent as Johan slowly worked my anus.
One slippery finger seemed to pop in eventually and made me suck in my
breath quickly.  Involuntarily my anus squeezed tight and gripped his
finger.  There was a stinging feeling that passed soon as Johan waited for
me to relax again.

`Does it hurt?', he asked

`Just a bit, but it's okay now', I replied.

Johan started pushing his finger in deeper, very slowly, until I felt his
other fingers up against my arse. Then he pulled it out, slowly, almost all
the way, before pushing back in again. For a while I felt his strong young
finger pushing in and out slowly, gradually moving faster as he and I both
felt my anus relaxing to accommodate his persistent intrusion.

Then I felt his other hand moving between my legs and his thumb pressing
against the bottom of my anus to open a way for a second finger to slide in
next to the first.  Again the sting of the sudden stretch caused my anus to
clench momentarily and he waited for me to relax before going on.

The sensations Johan was making me experience in a place that I had never
touched before without a substantial wad of toilet paper were incredible.
I could never have believed it without feeling it for myself.  It was so
strangely fulfilling and pleasurable that I found myself wanting him to go
on and on, to penetrate me deeper and to fill me even more.  My cock by now
was rock hard and slapping eagerly against my belly as I panted on all
fours like a puppy on heat.  When Johan eventually slid his fingers out I
felt as if something had emptied me and I moaned briefly in disappointment.

`See, I told you, you gonna beg for it', Johan gloated

`Can't you go on, please?', I begged

`Don't worry, you gonna get plenty tonight, that was just a teaser to get
your arse ready!' laughed Johan, `Let's get more comfortable on the bed.'

Towelling ourselves hurriedly we made a dash for the bed, giggling and
groping at each other as we went.  I was thirty-eight years old but this
sexy young Afrikaner boy was making me feel like a naughty teenager.

Johan scrambled onto the bed and flipped himself over to lie on his back,
his one hand behind his head and his feet crossed.  He reached out for the
TV remote and started flicking through the channels.  I got onto the bed
and knelt over him with my knees straddling his thighs.

`Don't you have a porn channel?' he asked.

`No such luck!  This is a family hotel, remember?' I replied and grabbed
the remote out of his hand, switched off the TV and tossed the remote onto
the bedside cabinet.

`Okay, we'll make our own!' he giggled and raised himself up onto his
elbows.

`Put your cock in my mouth', he instructed, his wide mouth open and
inviting.

I did so, shuffling forward on my knees until my balls were close to his
face.  I pushed my bone hard cock down to the horizontal and pushed its
swollen head into Johan's welcoming mouth.  His lips closed around my
cockhead and I could feel his strong tongue exploring its surface and
working energetically at the sensitive tip.  Suddenly he sucked my whole
shaft practically down the back of his throat, leaving my pendulous balls
pushing against his chin.

I almost doubled over at the intensity of the pleasure being generated by
that blonde teenage head that was so voraciously attached to the tip of my
cock.

Simultaneously I felt Johan's hand slide up between my legs and one of his
fingers probing insistently at my anus.  It felt slippery and I realised he
must have dabbed it through the precum now leaking copiously from the tip
of his cock and puddling into his small flat navel where it nestled between
the hard ridges of his belly muscles.

I concentrated hard on relaxing my sphincter and was quickly rewarded by
the feel of his finger sliding smoothly inside me and probing expertly for
my prostate.  Johan's blue eyes smiled their approval up at me as his lips
continued to slurp up and down my rigid shaft.

Just as I felt my cock would explode, Johan disengaged both his mouth and
his finger and slithered out from underneath me.

He patted me on my butt and said `Lie down on your back!'

I did so.

`Now spread your legs wide and lift them in the air!'

As I complied, he shuffled around on his knees to take position between my
legs.  He put his hands against the backs of my knees and pushed them away
from him so that my knees were resting on my shoulders with my anus wide
open and facing slightly upward.

`Grip your ankles and hold your legs like that', Johan said, `I'm just
gonna lube you up a bit and then I'm gonna fuck you'

Being slightly unfit I could not reach my ankles.  Seeing me struggle Johan
laughed and said, `Okay, grampa, just hold your legs here by your knees!'

Johan jumped off the bed to fish a bottle of lubricant out of his bag of
tricks and was back in a moment, rubbing the glistening stuff along the
whole length of his cock.  As he shuffled up to my exposed arse he rubbed
some of it onto and around my anus with his thumbs, gradually pressing
harder until eventually he gained entry and spent a few minutes thumb and
finger fucking me with his slippery digits until he judged me ready to take
his cock.

I loved watching Johan's face as he worked.  The tip of a pink tongue stuck
out between his full lips as he concentrated on the job.  Now and then his
blue eyes would look up at me and his wide mouth would spread into a grin
that made my belly lurch.

Then he got me to lift my arse off the bed while he put a couple of pillows
under it.  Finally he was ready and after giving his cock a few quick tugs
to ensure that it was still rock hard, he edged forward and pressed the
purple tip of it against my arsehole. Slowly he teased it in with pressure
from his hips and the help of a thumb as he leaned forward over me and
supported his weight on one strong arm planted on the bed next to my ribs.

I watched the six pack abs contracting under his smooth tanned skin as he
worked his cock-head into me and I felt my own cock instantly swell even
harder as I willed that thick intrusion into me.

Finally his cockhead slipped in and Johan was able to support his upper
body on both arms placed either side of my torso.  He felt my arse contract
momentarily with the stinging pain that met his entry past the barrier of
my sphincter and he paused, his eyes locked with mine as he waited for the
pain to pass.

When I nodded that I was ready, Johan started to thrust his well practised
cock slowly into me.  I loved the way it seemed to fill me, and I do not
mean just physically, as its slippery thickness slid inexorably forward.  I
found myself panting gently and wincing with each new pang of pain.

`Are you okay?' Johan asked, `Do you want me to stop?'

`Fuck, no!' I grunted, `It feels great!'

When Johan had gone all the way in I held him there with my palms pressed
against his hard round buttocks while the exquisite pain morphed slowly
into a strange sensation of release and pleasure.  Then I let go and he
withdrew slowly until his swollen cockhead pulled up against the
restriction of my sphincter.  Instantly he started moving forward again, a
little more insistently this time.  Again I held him in me at full length,
but this time just because I loved the feel of his rampant maleness filling
my void, not because there was any pain.

Gradually Johan pumped faster and harder.  Soon the sweat poured off him
and he was panting and grunting as his hips smacked wetly and rapidly
against my butt cheeks.  The naughty twinkle in his bright blue eyes had
turned into the hard glint of lust; the smiling lips were drawn back
against his perfect white teeth in an animal snarl of domination and his
sweetly boyish face was contorted with the effort of conquest.  I could not
have stopped him if I wanted to, nor could Johan have stopped himself.  He
was the slave of his cock at that moment and entirely in its thrall.

And so was I.  Every fibre of my being thrilled to the onslaught of this
beautiful young animal and I gave myself up entirely to his conquest,
revelling in his strength, his hardness, his sheer maleness as he took me
and owned me.

Finally Johan's fucking accelerated to climax until his hard young body
seemed to go into seizure above me.  His eyes shut tightly and his body
arched into a tightly muscled bow that quivered and shuddered as his cock
pulsed and writhed deep inside me.  I could feel his cock jetting its hot
and slippery load into my arse.

Johan let out a long moan of release and then collapsed forward onto me as
his cock spasmed into stillness inside me.  No longer a marauding Nordic
warrior raping his captive slave but a young boy again, snuggling against
my chest and purring as I ran my fingers through his sweat-matted blonde
thatch and slid my hands over the glistening wet ridges of his muscled
brown back.

I would have been happy to lie and cuddle with this beautiful young boy
but, with the vigour and power of recovery that healthy young boys the
world over are cursed with, Johan suddenly lifted his head.

`Now it's your turn!' he said.

He scrambled up and looked down at my cock, which had been lying erect and
rock hard between us and had left smears of my pre-cum on his belly.  He
reached down and folded his fingers around it, squeezing a couple of times
as if testing it.

`You're ready' he said, leaning over to pick his bottle of lube off the
bedside cabinet.  He squeezed a generous quantity into the palm of his hand
and slathered it all over my cock.  He reached between his legs and used
the residue on his fingers to lube his anus before getting onto his hands
and knees in front of me.

`Put it in me', he said simply, looking back at me over his shoulder.

`It's pretty big', I said, `It doesn't look like it'll fit!'

For answer Johan backed his arse into me, pushing his crack against my cock
and waggling it from side to side.

`It'll fit!' he said, `Just push it in!'

I pushed my cock down to the horizontal and pressed its swollen purple head
into the inviting round depression leading to Johan's winking brown pucker.

`How does he get it to do that?' I thought as my cockhead slid tightly but
easily past Johan's well used sphincter into the warm moist channel beyond.

`Ahh! ... Now push it in all the way! Hard!' Johan cried out.

I thrust my hips forward hungrily and was surprised to see my cock go in
all the way.

`Pump it! Pump it!' Johan called out, `Harder! Harder!'

I pumped my cock in and out of his elastic teenage arse harder and faster
until the sweat poured off us both and all you could hear was the slapping
of my hips against his butt cheeks and the rhythmic grunting of both of us,
punctuated with ever more frequent moans and whimpers of pleasure.

The exquisite pleasure radiating through my body from the tip of my cock
suddenly intensified as I accelerated into climax.

Johan felt it coming and he cried out `Don't stop! Don't stop!', as if that
were even a possibility!

As I fucked him with the frenzy of a jockey riding for the finish, Johan
called out `Yes! Yes! I want your cum! Gimme your cum! Gimme your cum!'

Though my brain told me that this was just part of the script for a
seasoned rent-boy and that he would have picked up these corny and
contrived expressions from watching countless porn movies, I found it
incredibly arousing and it pushed me over the top.

Great shuddering waves of ecstasy shook me like a man possessed to the very
tips of my toes.  My ears roared and I could feel my cock spasming as it
squirted what felt like thick jets of cum deep inside Johan's arse.

Afterward we showered together again and got into bed but there was not
much sleeping that night.  Johan taught me many things that night and
basically changed my life forever.

In between the sex Johan became quite chatty.  He told me with disarming
frankness that his mom was a sex worker. `But she only does calls.  She
doesn't work the beach front like me' he added with a chuckle, `I can give
you her number ... seeing you swing both ways!'.

When I politely declined, he said "Good!  I don't like to share my
clients!'

`Am I a client?' I asked.

`Sure, I give you my cell number and when you come to Durban you give me a
call!'

Johan said he was sure his mother knew what he was doing to make the money
that he gave her every week, but she never asked and did not seem to mind.

`How can she mind when she does it herself?' said Johan.

When Johan and his brother Ben had been very young she had brought most of
her clients home and by the time Johan was 10 years old there was nothing
that he did not know about sex.

In the same year he was introduced to man sex by one of his mother's
boyfriends who lived with them for a while, a 25 year old called `Henk'.
Unemployed and permanently horny, Henk turned his attention to Johan
whenever his mom was out working, which was often.  His mom found them at
it when she came home unexpectedly one afternoon after school and threw
Henk out.  Johan missed Henk but soon afterward bumped into him at the
swimming pools on the beach front where Henk was trying to pick up young
boys.  Within 10 minutes Henk was rogering Johan in a change cubicle and
within an hour after that Henk had pimped Johan to two other men.

Johan loved both the sex and the money and that was the start of his career
as a Durban beach front rent boy.

Johan's mother would not allow him to leave Ben home alone at night until
Ben turned 10 years old.  So for the first two years until Johan turned 12
he could only ply his rent boy trade in the afternoons after school.
During the long nights waiting for his mom to come home Johan relieved his
boredom by introducing Ben to boy sex.  The 8 year old already knew from
interested observation of his mother and her clients everything there was
to know about sex between men and women.  His keen interest made him a
quick and ready learner when it came to learning about sex between boys.

Soon Ben was also spending his afternoons hanging out at the beach front
pools in his Speedo and disappearing every now and then into the change
rooms for a blowjob or a hand job with some man that Henk had arranged.  To
Ben's disappointment Henk would not allow his youngest charge to be fucked
in the arse until he turned 10.  Although Johan, whose cocklet was
impressive for a 10 year old, fucked him almost every night, Ben hankered
for a greater challenge. So whenever Henk was not close by Ben would strip
off his Speedo in the cramped change cubicle and manfully offer his young
arse to be fucked, begging the client not to tell Henk.  Few could resist
the offer to pork that delectable little arse, especially as it was free
(although many would tip Ben privately) and soon Ben built up a whole
clientele of private clients who were not making their bookings through
Henk.  By the time Ben was 10 years old he was already an accomplished rent
bottom.

`Nest time you come to Durban I'll bring him with me.  He's only 12 but
he's the best boy fuck you will ever have next to me', he said. "I taught
him!' he added proudly.

The thought made me instantly hard and started another round of passionate
sex with my boy lover.

No sex that I had ever had, ever before, and I had only ever been with
women, had ever been so utterly great.  Nothing in my memory could match
the incredible fucking that this 14 year old boy gave me that night.  I was
instantly deeply in love with him.  I wanted to own him, to make him mine
forever.

I went a little mad.  I made him wild promises.  He listened to it all
politely, saying nothing.  He had heard it all before, of course.  He knew
that in the cold light of dawn reality would sink in, that I would go back
to my wife and kids and he to his mom and his younger brother.  I would go
back to Johannesburg and my career.  He would go back to his usual daily
routine of school in the morning, beach in the afternoon and sex for cash
at night.

And that was how it was.  He woke me early and I took him home, dropping
him on the pavement outside a block of flats where he said he lived just
off Point Road, which was Durban's red light district, being conveniently
situated close to both the harbour and the beach front.

Johan, and later also his brother Ben, was a magnet that drew me to Durban
whenever I could get away for several years after that first encounter.
But those are tales for another day.