Date: Sun, 22 Aug 2010 08:59:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: Koos Smit <koossmt@yahoo.com>
Subject: BEACH FRONT BOY 2

BEACH FRONT BOY 2

By

Koos Smit

[A glossary appears at the end of this chapter to explain the Afrikaans
words]

Back in Johannesburg I nursed an arsehole that was a little raw and sore
for a few days.  But it was an exquisite pain and one which I welcomed as a
constant reminder, while it lasted, of the incomparable exhilaration of my
introduction to boy sex at the hands of the young Afrikaner beach boy,
Johan.

I found it difficult to settle down to the daily round of work, family and
social life.  I was like a teenager after his first sexual experience:
Johan was permanently in my thoughts, both awake and asleep, and I found
myself in an almost permanent state of arousal.  For the first time in many
years I was having wet dreams nearly every other night.  I even took to
wearing underpants in a vain attempt to hide the untimely erections of my
suddenly unruly cock and to absorb its embarrassingly constant dribblings.

I even found myself being tormented by feelings toward my 13 year old son
that I had never experienced before.  Or perhaps more accurately (as I came
to realize) they were feelings that I had never acknowledged before.  I can
vividly remember to this day one particular wet dream that played itself
out a few times in that period.  The dream always started with my son
creeping into my bed in the early hours of the morning, as he used to do
every day up until he was about 5 or 6 years old.  He would be naked, but
that was not unusual, since my sons and I have always slept naked, summer
and winter.  And it always ended with his warm mouth clamped around the
head of my cock and an explosion of wet and slithery cum over me and the
sheets.

These dreams were deeply disturbing to me at the time and began to
interfere with my relationship with my son.  I found myself avoiding the
affectionate hugs, loving physical contact and especially the rough and
tumble couch and carpet wrestling that had always characterized our
relationship until then.

Dirk noticed the change and was clearly puzzled by it although I think he
put it down to my being in an extended bad mood at the time.  When my wife
told me that Dirk had complained that I was very `nors' these days and
wanted to know if everything was alright at work I realised that I had to
pull myself together before I would lose it completely.

By sheer concentration and the exercise of will I was able to gradually
shut Johan and my electrifying Durban experience out of my mind and focus
on getting my life together again.  After about a month or so I felt that
things had returned to `normality', although I was no longer quite so sure
what that was.

Then one chilly Highveld day in late autumn my boss called me to his office
and told me that I had to go to Durban for an urgent meeting with a
customer over a deal that was threatening to go belly up.

The news sent my emotions into an instant spin.  Wild elation at the
prospect of seeing Johan again quarreled violently with the mental
barriers, walls and compartments that I had so resolutely been building up
around those emotions during the last couple of months.

`Uh ... Why can't Fred go?' I heard myself asking, one part of me wanting
to kick myself for saying it,

`Because Fred is the poephol who made the bugger-up up in the first place!'
he replied, `The customer never wants to see him again!'

As there seemed to be no alternative, it was arranged that I would fly to
Durban that afternoon and meet with the customer the next morning.  I was
to spend a few days at his factory sorting out the problem.

`Don't come back until you've got this order back on track!' my boss
ordered.

I realised suddenly that I was thrilled to be going.  First, it was an
opportunity to escape from the icy clutches of the Highveld in Autumn to
the balmy tropical weather of the Natal coast where holidaymakers swim in
the sea even at the height of winter.  And the thought of meeting up with
Johan again had me feeling like a child on the night before Christmas.  I
pondered briefly on how easy it was for me, apparently, to abandon my
resolve and my principles when presented with a real opportunity to indulge
my fantasies.  Then I salved my conscience by telling myself that this time
what happened in Durban would stay in Durban.  I would not bring it home
with me.

Before I even left the office I called Johan on the phone number he had
entered on my mobile phone when I last saw him.  `I put it under
"Pielseun"'' he had said, chuckling at his joke.  Later I changed it to
`Johan' in case Dirk, who was forever playing with my phone, should find it
and ask awkward questions.

`Hey Jonny, how goes it!', Johan's husky boy's voice answered, abbreviating
my name, Jonathan, to Jonny with easy familiarity.

I could scarcely contain my delight, even as I thought, Shit, the kid's got
my number in his phonebook!

It took less than a minute to arrange a meeting for that night.  I did not
yet know which hotel I would be staying at, so I made an arrangement to
pick Johan up outside the Wimpy next to the Aquarium on the beach front.

`Okay, we'll see you there at 8.  We're staying the night, right?' said
Johan

`Uh ... who's "we"?' I asked, puzzled

Johan chuckled, `Me `n my boetie, man, did you forget about Ben already?'

`I don't know that I'm ready for that yet, Johan!', I said, hesitantly,
remembering that Ben was just 12 years old.

`Well, he can't go home tonight so he has to be with me!'

`Why can't he go home?'

`Mom's busy' was the cryptic reply.  I waited but Johan did not volunteer
anything more.  I knew that his mother was a `sex worker' as Johan called
it and I left it there.

`Is it okay?' Johan asked after a moment.

While I hesitated still he said `Ag please, Jonny, please can Ben come too?
Otherwise I dunno what to do with him.  He'll be real good, I promise.  You
don't have to do anything with him if you don't want.  He'll just watch TV
while we're busy.'

`Well that could be all night!', I replied.

`So get a room with two beds!'

After a long pause in which it dawned on me that if I refused I may not see
Johan either I eventually said `Oh okay, bring Ben along'.

`Thanks, Jonny, you won't be sorry.  And you'll get us both for the same
price!'

`No ... I meant ... Oh never mind ... I'll see you tonight outside the
Wimpy'.

The flight to Durban from Johannesburg is little over an hour long, but the
traffic getting to and from the airports at each end adds another two hours
to the trip, so that it was dark by the time I reached my hotel on the
beach front.

I first took a shower and then had dinner in the hotel dining room before
taking a barefoot walk along the beach.  At about 7 thirty I spotted the
Wimpy in the distance where I was due to pick up Johan and Ben at 8.  I
decided that I might as well walk there to fetch the boys.  I thought it
would look less suspicious for the three of us to walk back to the hotel
together along the beach front like any other dad and his sons on holiday.

I got to the Wimpy at about 7 forty five.  I spotted Johan at once, even
though he had shaved his shaggy blonde thatch into a short bristled buzz
cut that made him look younger yet incongruously tougher, like a marine in
boot camp.  He was sitting on the low wall separating the beach from the
promenade.  He had a wide grin on his face as he watched the antics of a
smaller boy on the promenade and did not notice me.

I stood and watched him for a while, savouring the sheer magnetism of his
golden tanned and exceptionally muscular young body.  He was barefoot and
shirtless as usual and wore his trademark oversize dungarees with the one
strap hanging down and the buttons on either side of his waist casually
undone to reveal smooth tanned skin and the hint of a dimple half way down
his buttocks.  There were two small well-used rucksacks at his feet and one
broad brown foot rested easily on one of the bags

The boy he was watching was younger, with a slimmer, more wiry build, but
otherwise looked like a younger version of Johan.  He was nicely muscled
although he lacked Johan's brawniness.  He had blonde hair that stood up on
top and was closely shaved back and sides.  His smooth skin was tanned a
deep mahogany and, like his older brother, contrasted startlingly with his
bright blue eyes.

The younger boy was also barefoot and shirtless, like most boys on the
Durban beach front would be, and he wore only a pair of faded, rather
threadbare, denim shorts that were a touch too small for him.  He was
walking about with great ease on his hands, occasionally dancing a little
jig in time to the music blaring out from the Wimpy for the amusement of
the passersby.  He had the same appealing kind of unkempt roughness that
Johan had: A feral quality that hinted at danger and excitement and made
them somehow irresistible, a highly saleable quality in their line of work,
I suppose.

Some people threw money on the ground and the boy would balance on one hand
over the money and with his free hand pick it up and toss it to Johan, who
would catch it deftly and slip it into his pocket.

As I watched, Johan mistimed a catch and instead of closing his fist around
the coin, accidentally hit it away from him.  It flew through the air in my
direction, hit the paving and slithered to my feet.  As Johan jumped up to
fetch it our eyes met and he suddenly recognized me. His eyes lit up
instantly and he called out `Hey, Jonny!' as he rushed across to give me a
bear hug.

`Hey, Johan' I replied as I hugged back, rubbing my hand through the
bristled blonde hair on the top of his head and enjoying the feel of his
hard muscled young body against mine and under my hands.

Seeing us together, the other boy dropped his feet to the ground, stood up
and came over.  He stood back a little shyly but with a big grin of welcome
on his face and held out a hard and grubby paw. `I'm Ben' he said simply.

I gripped his hand. `I'm Jonathan' I said.  `I can see you're Johan's
brother', I added.

`Well, we only have our Mom's word for that!', joked Johan.

I laughed. `Okay, if you say so', I said, `Are you ready to go?'

`Sure, where's your car?'

`I left it at the hotel.  I thought we'd walk'

Johan and Ben both screwed up their faces in momentary disappointment.

`Okay, sorry guys, I made a mistake.  Next time I'll bring the car', I said

`It's no problem', said Johan, `Walking is cool'

`NOT!' added Ben with a grin. `No, it's okay ... Really!'

And so we set off down the promenade toward the hotel.  The boys were
excited, which surprised me really (spending the night with a client could
hardly be a new adventure for them) and they chattered animatedly in
between running on ahead and then back again, racing each other from lamp
post to lamp post and generally being just noisy and boisterous boys.

As we went down the promenade I told the boys my plan of marching through
the foyer as dad and sons, but they baulked when they saw which hotel it
was.

`They know us here', said Johan, wrinkling his nose and curling his lip
impishly, `They'll chuck us out and you too!'

`Ja!', said Ben, `Like when we went there with that German ou!  That was a
fokop!'

`Ja!', agreed Johan with a chuckle.

So I gave them the room number and they went around the back through the
parking garage, where they were friendly with the attendant, and then up a
service lift.  When I got to my room they were waiting for me in the
passage with beaming faces.  The younger one, Ben, was already quite
unabashedly fingering an obvious erection through the threadbare cloth of
his too tight denim shorts.

I opened the door and they pushed in ahead of me, peeling off their pants
literally as they went through the door.  I caught a flash of two perfectly
formed golden brown bums as they moved through the light of the table lamp
and I noticed that each bore several angry purple horizontal stripes across
them.

Ben dashed to switch on the TV and then both of them jumped up onto the
beds, sitting with legs folded under them while Johan flicked through the
channels until he came to the gay porn channel.  He grinned up at me;

`I remembered this hotel's got porn channels.  Can we watch a bit?'

`Sure', I replied, `But just tell me something first'

They looked at me quizzically and slightly anxiously.

`Who gave you boys those stripes on your arses?'

`Ag it's nothing' said Johan, looking relieved that that was all I wanted
to know.

`But I want to know!', I said

After a pause Johan said `Ag, it was Henk.  You know? I told you about him!
The guy who pimps us?'

`Yes?'

`Well, he wanted Ben and me to do a job for him tonight and we told him no,
we're busy'

`So you both took a whipping to be with me tonight?'

`We're boertjies, we can take it'!', Johan laughed, `We're not pap like you
English okes!'.

`What did he hit you with?'

`He's got this lekker, like, cane, with silver on top that he always
carries', Ben offered, sitting up and twisting around so I could see the
livid welts across his buttocks.

`But ... he doesn't own you!  He can't just hit you guys because you don't
want to do a job for him'

Johan looked at me pityingly.

`Ja Jonny, in your world maybe.  You don't know anything about our world,
man!  Henk beats all his boys.  He can beat us anytime he wants.  What am I
gonna do? Go to the cops?  What am I gonna tell them?  He beat me because
my arse was too sore to take another client's big dick up it?  They will
laugh at me, man!  And if that bastard Sergeant Scholtz is on duty he would
cane me and fuck me himself, like he done before!'

`Okay, okay!', I said, `I'm just upset you had to take a beating for me'

`Don't worry about it, really.  We're pretty tough, you know, and we're
used to it.  And Henk is not so bad.  He always hugs us after he beats us
and says he's sorry he has to do it or we will think he's gone soft and can
do what we like.  And today he even fucked us both afterward to let us know
he forgave us!'

In any other circumstance I might have been angry with Henk but instead I
felt strangely aroused.  Johan noticed and eyed my crotch with a grin.

`Hey, I saw your cock go hard there!  You can also whip me just now if it
makes you jags!'

`No, it doesn't!', I protested, realizing as I said it that I was lying.

`Ja, right!' said Johan.

`Jislaaik!', said Ben, fingering his own erect cocklet as he watched
someone's gigantic dick pumping in and out of a young guy's arse on the TV
screen, `Check that ou's moerse tril'

`Ja, it's moers' agreed Johan, his own cock lengthening rapidly like a
filling hosepipe where it lay between his beefy thighs.

I watched the two tanned and beautifully made boys as they gazed enthralled
at the sex play on the TV screen as if it was new to them.  Once again I
marveled at Johan's complete lack of body hair.  At the age of 14 most boys
have developed a respectable bush of pubic hair. Apart from the lightest
dusting of soft golden down here and there Johan had the smooth and
hairless skin of a ten year old.  He had told me the last time we met that
it was something he and his brother had inherited from their father.  And
it was obvious that his 12 year old brother was equally hairless.

My own cock was by now hard and erect and tenting my shorts.  Johan
suddenly looked up at me, grinned and patted the bed next to him, inclining
his head in invitation.

`Take your clothes off and get comfortable', he said, as if he owned the
place and I was his guest.

I quickly pushed my shorts to the floor and stepped out of them, at the
same time pulling my shirt over my head and dropping it on my shorts before
jumping on the bed.  I lay back against the pillows with my legs stretched
out.  As I lay there I reached out to stroke the leathery road blackened
soles of Johan's big broad feet where they stuck out beneath the firm brown
globes of his buttocks.  Johan twisted around to give me a smile; and the
way his back and shoulder muscles bunched when he did so sent a quiver
through my cock.  He turned back to watch the porn movie but at the same
time casually wrapped his strong young fist around my shaft and almost
absently began to stroke and play with it.

After a while I moved my hand up to stroke his muscled brown back, running
my fingers down in long feather strokes from the smooth shaved back of his
neck, over the long bulging muscles on either side of his spine down into
the deep cleft at the top of his buttocks.  Johan practically purred with
pleasure as I did this and the smooth skin of his back positively quivered
with gooseflesh wherever my fingers touched him.

I looked across at Ben on the other bed.  He was also now lying back
against the pillows with his legs stretched out, his hard brown feet
crossed, and watching the porn movie with slack mouthed raptness as he
fingered the tip of his rock hard little cock with steadily increasing
rapidity.

`Slow down, Ben, you got the whole night still!', Johan addressed his
brother sharply.

Ben started as if woken from a daydream and gave Johan and me a sheepish
grin.

`Sorry', he said and at once laid the palms of his hands flat on the bed on
either side of him as he went back to watching the movie with his cocklet
bobbing up and down against the hard fatless ridges of his belly muscles in
time with what must have been a thumping heart beat.

Now Johan leaned forward, supporting his upper body on his elbows, raising
his beautiful round arse in the air and spreading his knees apart in mute
invitation to me to finger his now exposed and flexing anus even as he
continued to watch the porn movie.

I caught an intoxicating whiff of Johan's teen boy smell and I moved closer
to him to breathe more deeply of it.  His beach boy fragrance of adolescent
sweat, salt, sun, sea and sand mingled excitingly with the stronger musk of
male sex.  The tiny globules of rubbery cum still clinging to the soft
downy hairs of his lower back and the creamy moistness of his butt crack
testified to a busy afternoon in the beach front washrooms.

Instead of being repelled by the detritus of Johan's washroom sex I was
strangely excited by it.  I greased my long middle finger in the mix of cum
and vaseline lining the valley floor between Johan's firm round buttocks
crack and slowly slid it into his warm and inviting hole.  A glob of cum
dribbled out beneath my finger as I drew it back.

`Jeez!', I exclaimed, `You're bung full of cum here!  Must have been a busy
afternoon!'

`Ja', Johan replied matter-of-factly, `It was Henk's clients.  I finished
just before you came.  Musta been a whole mini-bus of Dutch guys.  College
swim team.  Fuck, they was big okes, hey!  I thought some of them was gonna
split my arse open!'

`And me, too!' piped up Ben, `I hadda help!'  He held up a hand with his
thumb folded onto the palm: `I took four of them in my arse. Four, hey!
One after the other: Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!'

`Ja!', laughed Johan, `Ben was cool!  You could see he was sore from those
moerse big fucken Dutch cocks in his arse, but he kept saying, like: "Okay,
Kaaskop, you next!'

Ben beamed with pride at this praise from his brother and started fisting
his cocklet again until Johan spoke sharply once more: `Ben! I told you!'

Again Ben said `Sorry' and put his hands palm down on the bed, shutting his
eyes to the sexual stimulation surrounding him in an effort to stay the
climax that his throbbing cocklet was threatening.

Continuing to pump my finger in and out of Johan's slippery anus I said to
him, `Why musn't Ben cum?  He can have a bit of fun too, can't he?'

`Ben doesn't really cum, he just has dry throbs', Johan replied between
sighs of pleasure at the finger fucking I was giving him, `It's just that
he must keep his energy for you

Ben looked sideways at us, `Ag I do make a little bit of spunk!' he said.

I was about to protest that I had already told Johan that I was not ready
to have sex with a twelve year old but the protest died in my throat as I
looked across at Ben and realised that I was in fact more than ready to
have sex with him.  So I said nothing and carried on finger fucking Johan,
adding a second finger and then a third without any sign of discomfort from
Johan.  At the same time I took Johan's by now fully erected cock in my
other hand and slowly slid my fist up and down its hard thick shaft.

Soon Johan was grunting with pleasure and his cock was dribbling a steady
stream of silvery precum onto the bedcover.  Suddenly he twisted away from
me and called out, `Stop! Stop! I don't wanna cum yet!'

I lay back on the bed as, still on all fours; Johan turned around and crept
up between my legs, pushing them apart as he advanced.  He took my
straining cock in his fingers and lifted it up to his lips from where it
was bobbing against my belly.  He stuck out a long pink tongue and licked
around my bulging cockhead to take up the precum that was practically
bubbling out at that point.  Then he took the whole of my cockhead, purple
with engorged blood and swollen to the size of a small apple, into his wide
warm mouth, his bright blue eyes catching my eyes and twinkling at me as he
did so.  His supple lips and strong tongue worked an electric magic on my
cock that had me gasping in seconds, my vision a blur and every muscle in
my body taut and quivering as I surrendered myself to his power.

Just as I thought my cock was going to explode Johan opened his mouth and
released me from its mesmeric thrall.

`Open your legs more and lift your knees up to your shoulders like I showed
you last time!', he ordered as he scooped up his precum, spat on his palm
and lubed up his boner with the mix, `I'm gonna fuck you now!'

I lifted my legs as Johan wanted.

`Ben, come hold Jonny's legs back for him!' he ordered his younger brother.

Eager to get involved, Ben scrambled off the other bed and took up a
position straddling my head with his knees touching my ears.  I had to
wriggle down off the pillows so he could fit in at the top of the bed.  He
took hold of my ankles in his hard strong paws and pulled them back and
apart so that my arse lifted and my hole was exposed to Johan's entry.
Johan pulled the pillows out from under my head and shoved them under my
buttocks to lift them a bit higher.

Looking upward my vision was channeled between Ben's strong smooth thighs
to the pink pucker of his anus beckoning between the spread apart mounds of
his firmly rounded young buttocks.  A few inches above my nose the hairless
brown orbs of his pre-teen testicles were pulled up tight against the base
of his hard and swollen cocklet.  His fleshy little dick, too young to ooze
precum, was so hard and erect that it twitched as it pressed against the
hard brown bulges of his belly muscles.

Then I felt Johan's cockhead pressing against my anus as he leaned forward,
supporting his upper body with one fist pressed against the bed and aiming
his shaft with the other.

`Make it loose!', he said to me between his grunts of effort, `Did you
forget how, already?'

I concentrated hard on relaxing my anus for him.

`Jislaaik! It feels just as tight as last time, man!  Didn't you get fucked
since then?'

`No', I moaned through my teeth, gritted against the pain of his assault,
`You were the last'

`Ag shame, man, I'm gonna hurt you now!', was his reply, unsympathetic
despite the words.

Finally Johan gained entry and I could feel his hard thick cock slide all
the way into me, filling me in that exquisitely painful yet warmly
satisfying feeling that I remembered from the last time this 14 year old
boy had fucked me and that I suddenly realised I had been yearning for ever
since.

I gasped in pain at first as Johan pushed his cock in and out of me with
the unsubtle vigour and roughness one would expect of a young teenage boy.
After a while, however, the pain subsided and was replaced by intense
feelings of pleasure as Johan gradually accelerated his thrusting until he
was pumping into me like a piston, grunting like a wild animal, his mouth
open, his tongue hanging out, his eyes glazed and his body covered in a
sheen of sweat.

As the muscular young teenager banged away at my arse I slid a hand around
the back of his brother's smooth muscled thigh and explored his elastic
pre-teen anus with my middle finger.  Like Johan, Ben's hole was also still
liberally lubricated with a mix of Vaseline and cum from the four members
of the Dutch swimming team that he had taken up his arse barely an hour
before.  My finger slid easily into his well used and well oiled channel
and he began to rise up and down slightly above my face as I pumped first
one and then two and then three fingers into him, feeling his sphincter
ring give way willingly as I stretched my fore and middle fingers apart to
make way for the third.

`Haai, oom dis lekker!', Ben called out and then he began to croon with
pleasure.

After a while Ben dropped down over me, supporting his upper body with his
left hand pressed against the bed, wrapping his little boy fingers around
my thick cock as far as they would go and lifting it to the vertical before
sucking my swollen purple cockhead into his mouth.  His smooth young balls
rested against my lips and my nose and his hard cocklet pressed against my
chin.  I started licking and sucking at his balls, exhilarated by their own
musk and sea salt taste.  While still fingerfucking him with my one hand I
used my other hand to prize his rock hard little dick away from where it
was pressed against his sweaty brown belly and pull it downward into my
mouth, sliding back the big loose bag of his velvety soft foreskin with my
lips.

As my tongue slid over his walnut sized dick head I tasted the sharp tang
of unwashed boy cock.  Once again something that would normally have
disgusted me now just heightened my excitement.

While Ben's tongue darted around my cockhead and Johan's thick meat pumped
away at my arse I sucked Ben's hard little shaft all the way into my mouth
until his balls rested against my lips.  Ben, his mouth filled with my own
cock, gave a muffled squeal of pleasure.  Automatically, he started humping
my mouth.  He humped faster and harder. It felt like he was trying to shove
his cock down my throat.  Suddenly he stopped thrusting and sucking my
cock.  I felt his body stiffen above me as his cock started spasming
rapidly in my mouth.  I felt a smidgen of salty cum spurt onto my tongue as
Ben shuddered and moaned with ecstasy.

Just then Johan started moving rapidly to climax, pumping harder and
faster, expelling his breath in short grunting jerks in time with his
thrusting, his smooth golden brown body shiny with sweat, his bulging ab
and pec muscles bunching and rippling with the effort until he too came to
a juddering halt, bellowing his pleasure as his cock went into spasm,
squirting out its great jets of hot cum deep inside me.

As Johan pulled out of me, Ben released my cock from his mouth and moved
forward over me to straddle my midriff with his back to me, his broad brown
feet planted sturdily on the bed either side of my hips.  Johan held my
straining cock erect as Ben lowered himself onto it.  I was amazed at how
smoothly my dick entered his elastic hole and slid into his tube, even
though it looked as if it was stretching his sphincter to breaking point.

Johan scooted on his knees around to my side and bent over my belly to
watch closely as his younger brother's bum hole slid down onto my thick
shaft.  Halfway down Ben stopped moving for a short while and I could
actually feel his ring flexing against my cock as he prepared to take more
of me inside him.

Johan looked back at me and grinned.

`You feel that?  Lekker, hey? I told you Ben was good!  I trained him, you
know!'

I could not trust myself to reply.  The sensations I was experiencing were
incredible.

A moment later Ben slid all the way down my shaft until his hard round
buttocks touched my groin.  Again he waited for a while, breathing hard as
he got used to having me inside him.  As he did so he went down onto his
knees, sliding first one foot and then the other backwards, rocking from
side to side on my cock and generating the most exquisite spasms of
pleasure in the tip of my cock.  I reached out and gripped his strong hard
feet, loving the rough leathery feel of his dirty, thick-skinned soles
under my palms.

With his hands on his hips, Ben started raising and lowering his body up
and down my cock, slowly at first and then gradually faster and faster, the
muscles of his buttocks and back knotting and writhing spectacularly under
his glistening brown skin as he expertly massaged my dick into a high state
of electrifying pleasure.  Every now and then he would twist around and
grin at me, beaming with pride and pleasure in the knowledge that he was
good at his work.

Then suddenly the rapidly intensifying pleasure in the tip of my cock
mushroomed into an explosion of ecstasy that arched my whole body into a
quivering bow, lifting Ben off the bed as I thrust into him repeatedly,
loosing bolt after bolt of thick hot cum deep inside his channel.

Once again I had been transported by a boy, a young pre-teen boy, to a
plane of sheer ecstasy that no woman had ever taken me to.

Briefly sated for the moment, the three of us lay on the bed together,
myself in the middle and Ben and Johan on either side of me.

We chatted and they told me more about their lives.

`Tell me about what happened with Sergeant Scholtz', I said to Johan
eventually, intrigued and not a little aroused by what he had let slip
earlier.

Johan looked at me suspiciously

`What you want to know for?', he asked, `You not gonna go cause shit there,
are you?'

`No, man!', I replied, `It just makes me jags to hear about it!'

`Oh. Okay', he said

`Well ... nothing much to tell ... I got cross with Henk one day `cause he
beat me when I didn't want to go to this big party at this rich Charrah's
place to give bum to his friends and clients.  They call him the Rajah and
his place is called the Rajah's Palace.  It's like a club -- like a big
fucken mansion on a private beach near Sheffield where okes can sleep over.
Anyway, so ... I went to the cop shop to report him.  Only I came across
Sergeant Scholtz.  Turns out Henk is his big mate.  So he calls Henk on the
phone.  When Henk comes they take me into this concrete room deep in the
basement and then have turns whipping my arse with those long thick canes
they got.' Johan shuddered at the memory.

`Jissie, that was sore.  After the first few jacks I was yelling "Okay,
Okay, I'll go!" but Sergeant Scholtz kept on hitting me until I was
screaming like a girl!'

`When they got tired of hearing me scream Sergeant Scholtz fucked my arse
real hard with his gigantic fucken piel while Henk watched.  Then Henk had
a turn while Sergeant Scholtz watched -- but that wasn't so bad `cos Henk
is not so big'

`Of course I went to that party.  And you know what?  After I got there
with Henk Sergeant Scholtz also came.  Turns out he's big buddies with the
Rajah too!' he chuckled.

`Really?', I said, my cock already hardening unbidden at Johan's story.

`Ja', said Johan, `And know what else?  That party went on the whole
weekend.  I never made so much money before, although I couldn't hardly
walk for a few days afterward!  I was glad Henk and the Sergeant beat me
and made me go'

`I also go now', Ben piped up proudly, `We make the most money at those
parties'

`Ja, we go often now.  We're going this weekend.  You should come
too'. added Johan, `I can score you an invite if you want.  I got for other
clients before.  And I get commission from the Rajah if you come.  You'll
like it.  It's great!  There's lotsa boys there.  Some older than me.  Some
younger than Ben even.  It's like ... like just fucking and sucking in your
face the whole weekend!  But you gotta bring plenty cash!'

`How does it work?' I asked

`You book in like at a hotel.  You can stay one night or the whole weekend
or even longer, if you like'

`And what happens there?, I asked

`Lots of things.  Anything you like. You can order "room service" from the
boy menu.  You can visit the "theme areas" where you can be a Roman emperor
fucking your boy slave or a ship's captain fucking your cabin boy and stuff
like that.'

`And what do you and Ben do?'

`We do the surfer boy thing on the beach.  You know, `cos we got the
muscles and the tan and we swim good!'

`What does that involve?'

`We hang around and swim kaalgat on the beach until guys come and then we
play with them in the sea or on the sand or in the pool they got there
until they ready to fuck'

`So that's where you get the all over tan?'

`Ja'

I saw that Johan and Ben were both hardening again at the memory of their
beach front orgies.

I took a cock in each hand and started stroking them.

`Well, boys, I don't know if I `m ready for that yet, but I see you're
ready to play some more now.'

My two beautiful young Afrikaner boys were insatiable that night and
somehow I seemed to draw from their inexhaustible store of energy too.  We
had sex again and again and when I was too tired the pair of them would
take turns fucking each other, as much for their own pleasure as mine.

It was past midnight when we finally settled down to sleep, cuddled
together on the one bed, and I slept the deepest, most peaceful, sleep that
I had slept in a long time.

Durban schools were on holiday that week, so the boys did not have to hurry
back home in the morning (although I got the impression that they were
frequent truants and that it would not have bothered them unduly to miss
school if it suited them).  So, after getting them washed and showered I
treated them to a big breakfast at the Wimpy.  Then they left me and
wandered off down the beachfront.

I watched them go, blonde, tanned and shirtless, their leathery bare feet
padding on the walkway and their beach bags on their muscled brown backs.
They looked like any of the many other young boys heading for a day of surf
and sun on the fine white sands of Durban's beachfront.  It struck me that
no one who saw them would ever dream that these two young boys would spend
much of the day getting their kicks (and a good amount of cash) from having
grown men's cocks rammed up their arses and down their throats. It made me
glance at some of the other young beach boys passing by and wonder how many
of them would also be happy to take a cock up their arses for a few bucks
in between swims.

I felt a stirring in my shorts as I thought of this and in a brief moment
of madness wanted to run after Johan and Ben and drag them off to the
nearest washhouse for a fuck.

Then I got hold of myself, telling myself to be patient and wait for
tonight.  The boys had agreed to be with me each night of my stay, except
Friday through Sunday night, when they were booked for another weekend orgy
at the "Rajah's Palace".  They begged me to come, promising they could get
me an invitation, but it sounded to me too much like a flirtation with the
crime underworld of Durban, so I said I would think about it and let them
know by Thursday night.

So I went back to my hotel to change for my work appointment at the factory
later that morning.  I have to confess, though, that my concentration that
day was not what it should have been as I daydreamed constantly about the
sex I would enjoy that night with the two boys.



GLOSSARY

ag - Oh or ah.  Pronounced like the Scots `och'

ag shame - Expression of sympathy, sometimes sarcastic.

Boertjies - Afrikaner boys.  Prounounced `boo -- r -- keys', with the `r'
rolled such as a Scot would pronounce it

boetie - Little brother. `Boe' is pronounced short like `boo' in `book' and
`tie' is pronounced just like the `ty' in `panty'

charrah - Slang term for person of Indian origin.  Pronounced pretty much
as it is spelt

dis - It or that is.  Pronounced as spelt.

fokop - Fuckup.  Pronounced like `fawk --awp' but with the syllables short

haai - Hey.  Pronounced `high'

ja - Yes.  Pronounced `yah'

jags - Horny.  Pronounced `yugs' with the `g' like the `ch' in the Scottish
`loch'

jislaaik - Jeez or wow. Pronounced `yis -- like'

Johan - Boy's name pronounced like `You -- hun' with the accent on the
second syllable

Kaalgat- Naked.  Kaal is pronounced `karl' and gat is pronounced something
like `gut' but with the `g' pronounced like the `ch' in the Scottish `loch'

Kaaskop - Literally `Cheese Head', slang for Dutchman.  Pronounced like
`c(arse) -- cop'

lekker - Nice or great.  Pronounced `lecker'

moerse - Huge (in this context).  Pronounced `moo -- r -- se' with a rolled
`r' such as a Scot would pronounce it.

nors -- Grumpy or cross. Pronounced like `Norse', only shorter and with a
rolled `r' such as a Scot would pronounce it.

okes - Guys.  Pronounced like `oaks'

oom- Uncle.  Pronounced like `oo-em'

ou - Guy.  Pronounced like `oh'

pap - Soft. Pronounced like `pup'

pielseun - Cock boy.  Piel means `cock'.  Pronounced `peel', but shorter,
like `pill'.  Seun means `boy'.  Pronounced `see-uhn'

poephol - Arsehole.  Pronounced `poop -- hall' but with the syllables short

tril - Cock or dick.  Pronounced as written with rolled `r'.