Date: Mon, 16 Jun 2014 12:58:19 -0700
From: Koos Smit <kooss@rocketmail.com>
Subject: BEACH FRONT BOY PART 4

Beach Front Boy

Part 4

The stories that Johan and Ben had told me about the delights of the
`Rajah's Palace' grabbed hold of my imagination as my time in Durban went
by.  It came to a head on the Thursday night when Johan told me that they
could not be with me again until the following Tuesday as their pimp, Henk,
had hired them out to the Rajah's Palace for the whole long weekend.  As I
was going back to Johannesburg on the Sunday, this meant that I would not
see the sexy pair until I next came to Durban and who knew when that would
be?

My still unsated lust for the blond, tanned, barefoot brothers overcame my
extreme reluctance to expose myself to the risks of patronising an illegal
establishment run by a kingpin of Durban's underworld, and I reminded Johan
about his offer to secure an invite.

His eyes lit up:

`Will you really come? Yissie, man, that's kif! (Jeez, man that's cool)'.

He reached over me to punch his younger brother on the thigh:

`Hey Ben, you hear that?  Jonny is coming to check us out at the Palace!'

Ben just grunted, his glazed eyes riveted upon the porn channel action on
the hotel room TV as he fingered his rock hard cocklet feverishly.

`Ag, when he's got sex on the mind there's no place for anything else!',
said Johan as he rolled off the bed and fished his cellphone out of his
beach bag.

`That sounds a bit like all of us', I laughed

`Ja ... that's true, hey ... if you think of it ... my mom says boys think
about sex three seconds out of every four and I think she's right ... I'm,
like, sex, sex, sex, cool car, sex, sex, sex, I need a hamburger, sex, sex,
sex!'.  Johan guffawed at his own joke and I had to join him, it was just
so cute the way he said it.

A call to Henk and it was arranged: On Friday night I was to leave my car
at a parking garage on the Victoria Embankment and then wait at the Yacht
Mole over the road where I would be picked up and taken to `the Palace' at
Sheffield Beach, about an hour's drive away.  I would be booked into a
double room for two nights, returning on Sunday in time to catch my flight
to Johannesburg.  I coughed involuntarily when told what it would cost but
thought, what the hell, I don't often get to spoil myself.  Johan told me
that I had to pay in cash, no credit cards.  I had some qualms about
carrying that amount of cash on me at night in the harbour area, but one
glance at Johan's smooth muscled body and perfectly rounded butt evaporated
all concerns and I agreed.

Ben and Johan could not stay the night this time.  They, together with some
of Henk's other boys, had been booked for a party of German tourists taking
a booze cruise on a luxury motor yacht in Durban bay later that evening.
But the boys did their best to make up for it in the hour that we had, and
I was exhausted but supremely happy when the time came to drive them down
to the Yacht Mole.

It was a warm and humid evening as we pulled up at the entrance to the
moorings.  The boys pointed out where I was to wait for the "Palace"
pick-up the following night.

Then Johan spotted their pimp waiting nearby with a group of about five
other young boys of various ages.

`There's Henk.  We better go', he said.

Johan and Ben got out the car, grabbed their beach bags, and trotted over
to Henk and the knot of boys, waving goodbye over their shoulders.  I
watched them as they went.  They were both shirtless and barefoot as usual,
but instead of his trademark dungarees Johan was wearing a pair of board
shorts, as was Ben.

`Henk wants us to', Johan had said laconically when I had asked him about
it back at the hotel.  `And on the boat we all have to wear ... this!', he
added, yanking a skimpy bright-coloured sarong from his bag.  I got Johan
and Ben to try their sarongs on before leaving the room and I had to say
they looked incredibly sexy in them.  There was only just enough fabric to
cover the essentials without hardly any overlap.  They simply tied a knot
at the hip on one side, leaving the thigh and half the buttock exposed on
that side.  I felt my cock hardening again, but it was time to leave.

The other boys waiting with Henk were, of course, also barefoot and wearing
similar shorts, though some wore vests or tank tops.  They looked for all
the world like a typical bunch of Durban boys meeting their coach for
evening swim training.

I recognized Adi and Kris, the boys whom I had fucked in the beach front
change house earlier in the day, among the group of boys.  They spotted me
too and grinned, giving me a thumbs-up sign.  I was momentarily embarrassed
at being publicly acknowledged by a couple of Durban rent boys and I
glanced around but no one paid the least amount of attention.  Henk noticed
my embarrassment and gave each one a quick clip against the back of the
head and spoke sharply to them, I suppose about client confidentiality or
something like that, and they quickly lost their grins and looked down at
their bare toes as if they had suddenly spotted something interesting.

Comparing Johan and Ben with the other boys I felt an irrational sense of
pride that, although they were all physically attractive, `my boys' stood
out as exceptionally sexy and well made.

When Johan and Ben joined the group, I saw Henk remonstrate with them
briefly, probably about being late, before he started shepherding all the
boys through the iron gate down onto the pontoons.  I watched them pad
eagerly along the walkways to where a big, brightly lit motor yacht stood
waiting, its powerful diesel engines murmuring quietly.  On the upper deck
the party was already in full swing.  Laughter and loud voices wafted up to
where I waited and I felt a pang of jealousy as I thought of the night of
pleasure that the Durban rent boys would give the guffawing Germans.

Aroused at the thought I drove back to the foreshore, parked my car in the
hotel garage, and walked slowly up the promenade, literally hunting for a
rent boy to relieve the pressure in my balls.  I shook my head wryly to
myself as I thought, `If my friends or family could see me now ... cruising
the foreshore for sex like ... who knows what!'.

A few older boys – young men really – caught my eyes as I passed by
and made the upside down 'V' sign in front of their cocks in one of the
customary signs of their availability, but I was looking for younger meat.

Finally, near the end of the promenade, I found a cute 13 year old leaning
against the wall in the shadows just outside the yellow ring of light from
a lamppost, the signature beach bag lying on the ground at his feet.

Like most of the beach front rent boys he was shirtless and barefoot.  He
was olive complexioned and looked as if he could be of Portuguese extract.
His black hair was shaved in a kind of short mohawk style: shaven bald on
each side and bristled on the top and back, tapering into a short braided
rattail hanging from the nape of his neck down into the valley between his
nicely muscled shoulder blades.  His right ear-lobe was pierced by a small
silver ring no bigger than a pinkie ring.  His shorts were noticeably too
small and too tight.  Probably intentional I thought: to accentuate the
perfect globes of his young boy butt and the bulging package in the front
of his shorts.

Dark brown eyes, lively but experienced way beyond his years, caught mine.
He knew at once what I wanted and he flashed me a white toothed smile,
moving a fist quickly up and down the front of his shorts in a wanking
gesture to confirm that he was ready and willing to provide it.

I stopped in front of him.

`How much?', I asked

`Fifty bucks a BJ.  Hundred a butt fuck and two hundred for anything you
want'.  He spoke with the warmly rounded vowels that proclaimed his
Portuguese origins.

`Okay', I said, darting a glance up and down the deserted walkway.

`You got a room Mister?'

I told him the name of my hotel and my room number.

`Sure, Mister, I know it.  Go there and I'll come after'

I walked on and he stayed leaning against the wall until I was out of
sight.  I felt like a bit of an idiot.  What if he didn't come?

I need not have worried.  I had just had time to shower and put on a pair
of boxers when there was a quiet knock at the door. I opened the door and
there he was, looking at me steadily with his brown eyes.  I quickly let
him in after glancing up and down the corridor to make sure no one was
watching.

I looked the boy over in the light of my room.  The top of his head was
level with my chest, his spiky black hair coarse and shiny.  His smooth
olive skin was deeply tanned and his body was wiry but well-muscled.  His
too tight shorts were bleached to a faded yellowish colour.  My eyes were
drawn once again to the prominent bulge in the front of his shorts.  It
looked like he had a live animal in there.

The kid wasted no time.  He tossed his little bag of tricks onto the bed
and then, hooking his thumbs into the elastic waistband he tugged his
shorts down to his ankles and stepped out of them, leaving them where they
lay.  His smooth, boyish cock and balls seemed disproportionately large for
his body.  They weren't man-sized, but they were definitely big for his
age: A good handful - apparently an essential requirement for the
profession of a rent boy, judging from those I had met so far!  In his case
the size and prominence of his sex tackle were accentuated by the thick
stainless steel cock ring which thrust them proud of his crotch and kept
them permanently partially engorged.  His cock was uncut, and he had no
pubic hairs: either because he had not grown any yet or because they had
been shaven or plucked.  .

`You like my cock, Mister?' the boy asked with a broad smile, catching my
interested gaze and thrusting it out for me to look at and, I presumed,
touch, if I wanted to.

`Sure, it's a great cock!' I replied, reaching out a hand to feel it.

`Yeah, I'm young and hung!' he laughed as he closed his hand around mine
and made me stroke his lengthening manhood. `All the guys like my cock!'

Then he released my hand, stepped up close to me and hooked his fingers in
the waistband of my shorts.  He looked me quizzically in the eyes and
asked: `So whatcha buyin Mister?'

`How much if you stay the night?'

`Well ... I could maybe get another couple butt fucks tonight, so let's say
... four hundred bucks'

`Maybe you'll get nothing more ... or just a blowjob ... so let's say three
hundred', I countered.

`Deal!', he replied at once.

`What's your name?', I asked.

`I'm Pedro, he replied.

 `If I'm staying the night, can I get something to eat?', Pedro asked,
picking up the room service menu.

`Sure', I replied, `Tell me what you want and I'll order'

He chose a double burger and fries.  I decided to have one too and I phoned
through the order as Pedro switched on the TV and perched his naked bubble
butt on the edge of the bed to flick through the channels.

`Get us some beers too', he suggested while I was on the phone.

I asked for two beers.

`Get a six-pack', Pedro mouthed at me.

I complied.

We lay side by side on the bed, watching rugby on TV as we waited for the
food.  Pedro had that heady musk of boy sweat and salt sea spray that I had
come to associate with the Durban rent boys, for whom ablutions after sex
were a simple matter of a dash across the sand and a dive into the warm
surf.  His feet were brown, hard and leathery, with straight, evenly spaced
toes that looked like they had never felt the inside of a pair of shoes.
His soles were blackened with road dirt.

I reached over and gripped his cock.  He looked at me and smiled.

`Don't'cha want me to shower first?', he asked.  `I'm sweaty and my feet
are dirty.  And my arse is still full of cum from the last oke what fucked
me.  Just before you came along. I didn't get time to take a dip yet'.

`No, I love sweaty boys with dirty feet and sticky arses.  It really makes
me horny.  We'll shower together later'.

`Cool!', he replied, grinning widely.

I felt the thick tube of white, blue-veined boy flesh come alive in my fist
as it swelled and hardened instantly.  His cock head surged out of the
thick foreskin like a balloon finding release.  A glistening drop of precum
appeared in his piss slit and I lowered my head to lick it up.  My nostrils
drew in the sweet smell of boy crotch and my tongue tasted the saltiness of
his cock.  I licked all around the shiny purple plum surmounting his shaft
and sensed his belly muscles tighten with the pleasure it gave him.  The
slightly acidic trace of urine tingled tantalisingly on my tongue for a
brief moment before it was gone.  I took his cock into my mouth and began
to suck it, working the head hard with my tongue as I did so.

`Wow, Mister, that feels fucken awesome!', Pedro grunted, his boyish toes
curling with delight.  I smiled at him with my eyes as I continued to bob
up and down the tip of his cock, feeling his shaft go rock hard in my
mouth.

I tried to slide a hand under his leg where the thigh meets the
buttocks. At once he lifted his knees, opened his legs and planted his
broad feet flat on the bed cover to open the way for me.  I reached round
his arse into the smooth and hairless space between his butt cheeks.  My
middle finger explored and quickly found the opening to his fuck chute.  It
had the firmness one would expect of a 13 year old boy but the ready
elasticity of one used to being fucked often and hard.  The area was warm
and slippery with the leaking cum of his last client and after the briefest
resistance his hole flexed open to welcome my finger.  Soon both my middle
finger and forefinger had gained easy entry and were slowly and smoothly
sliding in and out of his cum-lubricated channel as I continued to devour
his eager cock.

By now Pedro's arse was lifting off the bed as he tried to ram his cock
deeper into my mouth, moaning softly, gasping hoarsely and grunting like a
wild animal with each thrust.  His head was flung back, his mouth hanging
slackly open and the veins standing out thickly on his neck.  His eyes were
screwed up as if he was in pain.  His whole body was as taut as a guitar
string and his knuckles were white as he gripped fistfuls of the bed cover
with his big brown hands.

Suddenly he went rigid and I felt his cock start to throb violently in my
mouth.  He let out a long low groan of sheer pleasure and release as he
squirted thick jets of hot slippery cum into the back of my mouth, his body
shuddering underneath me with each ecstatic shudder.

I could not swallow his load quickly enough and much of it squirted out of
the corners of my mouth.  It dribbled over my fingers and straight down his
pulsing shaft to pool on his belly and balls.  I was amazed that a 13 year
old could produce so much cum.

Slowly Pedro came down from his high and his body began to relax.

`Jeez, that was amazing Mister!  I been so horny but I haven't cummed all
afternoon.  That jizz was just bursting to come out!

As soon as Pedro got his breath back he grabbed my wrist, pulled my hand up
to his mouth and carefully licked off all his cum.  I scooped up as much of
the rest as I could with my forefinger and fed it to him before myself
licking the sticky residue off his belly, his balls and his still hard
cock.

(As I write this now I am suddenly struck by the fact that in those days
`safe sex' was about making sure you didn't get a girl pregnant.  No one
gave a thought to HIV or AIDS, which was pretty much unheard of in South
Africa, certainly among white folk, and bareback sex between men or boys
was the norm.  How things have changed!).

But back to the story – my own cock was swollen rock hard and more than
ready for release, so I lay back on the bed and said to Pedro: `Start
earning your money, boy!'

Pedro needed no second invitation.  He kneeled between my outstretched
legs, took my cock in one hand and lowered his head to it, expertly running
his long wet pink tongue up, down and around my shaft, again and again,
teasing me to distraction.  Every now and then he would take the whole of
my cock head between his pliable lips and do amazing things to it with his
lips and tongue.  He seemed to be able to gauge exactly when I was about to
cum and would then release my cock and spend a while licking and sucking at
my balls while the urge subsided.  Fuckit!  Where the hell did these rent
boys learn to do this stuff?

Eventually I could take it no more and I got up onto my knees.  Pedro knew
exactly what I wanted and he deftly snatched a tube of lube from the little
bag at his side, squirted some into his hand and slathered it generously
over my quivering cock.

`You're pretty big there Mister, so I'm giving you a lot!' he said
breathlessly, adding with a grin ... `No extra charge!'

Pedro then handed me the tube, turned around on his knees and bent over
until his forehead was resting on the bed.  He reached up and placed a hand
on each butt cheek, pulling them outward to expose his winking pucker.  I
squeezed some lube onto my fingers and worked them in and out of his
boyhole a few times.  I could feel Pedro flexing his anus against my
probing fingers and knew that he was getting ready to take my rather thick
cock inside him.  The professionalism of the youthful prostitute was
admirable and at the same time it made me even more horny.

Finally, I could wait no longer and I placed my swollen cock head at the
entrance to his fuck chute, gripped his waist and pushed ... once ... twice
... three times.  Each time my cock just rode up his lube smeared slit and
popped out between the firm smooth globes of his butt cheeks.  I had to
grab my shaft with my right hand and guide it into Pedro as I pushed.  Once
again there was some resistance ... not much ... but a little more than
when I had finger-fucked him earlier.  I could see the boy straining and
heard him growling softly as if he was trying to take a dump and then
suddenly his anus relented and he gave an audible gasp as my whole length
slid smoothly into his moist channel.  Pedro stiffened and he started
panting quickly as the initial pain radiated from his anus through his
body.  I waited until he stopped panting and his body relaxed, indications
that the pain had morphed into the warm glow of pleasure.

`I'm okay ... you can fuck me now', Pedro said a little breathlessly.

I drew my cock back until it almost exited and then began to push it in and
out slowly, very gradually increasing the tempo.  After a while Pedro
twisted back to look at me.

`Fuck me harder! Harder! Faster!', he hissed between clenched teeth.

 I responded at once and began to ram my cock harder, faster and deeper
into his arse.

`C'mon, Mister, you fuck like a girl!  Fuck me harder!'

His words seem to flick a switch somewhere inside me.  Pedro obviously
enjoyed rough handling and I decided to give him what he craved.  I
pistoned into his arse like a runaway train.  Soon Pedro was moaning and
whimpering with both pleasure and pain as my big cock rammed repeatedly
into his fuck channel.  The force of my thrusts kept shifting Pedro ahead
on the bed and I had to keep shuffling forward on my knees to stay inside
him.  Eventually he fetched up against the headboard and was able to use it
to push back against my thrusts.

Finally I thundered to a climax that seemed to explode through my whole
body.  Again and again my cock pulsed as it shot thick hot wads of cum deep
inside Pedro.

As soon as I was done cumming I pulled out my still hard cock and watched
Pedro's flexed-open hole slowly shrink shut before collapsing on the bed
next to him, deeply satisfied and glowing warmly.

Pedro immediately took my cock into his mouth and sucked and licked it
clean before laying back next to me.

Almost at once there was a buzz at the door.  Our room service order had
arrived and I quickly pulled on my boxers to collect it.  Pedro also pulled
on his shorts and ducked into the bathroom to hide while I took the tray
and drinks from the youngster at the door.

The bell boy was cute.  He looked about 16, though quite short for his age.
His body filled the uniform nicely with his stocky, muscular build.  His
eyes were navy blue and his hair an untidy thatch of red gold.  His round
face had the red-brown complexion of a ginger who spends a lot of time in
the sun, but without the freckles.

`You must be hungry, Mister!', the bell-boy said cheekily, as he pointed
his chin at the two burgers on his tray.

I felt my cheeks redden.

`Yeah, I'm pretty hungry', I said.

The boy winked at me conspiratorially

`Don't worry, Mister, Pedro and me's friends.  I won't rat you out!'

At the sound of the boy's familiar voice Pedro leaned out the bathroom door
and gave his friend a thumbs-up.

`Howzit, Zak, working late shift today?

`Yeah' replied Zak, `I saw you sneak in just now'

`So we cool then?' asked Pedro.

`Sure!'

I paid Zak and handed him a generous tip.  He hesitated in the doorway, as
if summoning the courage to ask something.

`Say, Mister ... uh ...'

`Yes, Zak?'

He blushed bright red and clammed up.

`Uh ...Nah, nuthin...'

`Come on Zak, out with it!'

`It's just ... I seen you with Johan and Ben ... and now Pedro ...and
... uh ... well would you ever think of giving me a go?'

The last words came out in a rush and then, as if shocked by his own
effrontery, he spun on his heel and walked quickly away.

`Hey Zak!' I called, `Get back here!'

Zak obeyed, still blushing.

`Get in here, I want to talk to you' I said, ushering him into the room and
closing the door.

`Please Mister, I'm sorry, don't report me, I need this job!'  Zak said,
almost in tears.

`Of course I won't report you Zak!', I assured him, `I just want to be sure
you know what you're asking for'.

`He knows what we do', Pedro interjected.  `He hangs out with us sometimes
on the beach front.  He always asks us to tell him about what we done with
our clients.  I can see it makes him horny.  He said before he wanted to
give it a try.  He wants the money but he's bang (scared) to take a man's
cock up his arse.

`I'm not scared', Zak said indignantly, `I been practising with my mom's
dildo ... I can take it all the way in!  I just dunno how to get started
with clients and stuff.'

`Okay, Zak', I intervened, `So you want to try out being a rent boy?'

Zak nodded.

`When do you come off shift?', I asked.

`I finish in an hour, Mister'

`Shall we give him a try?', I asked Pedro.

`Sure, why not?  It's your money', Pedro answered.

`How much are you going to cost me, Zak?', I asked.

Zak looked sheepish.

`I dunno, Mister ... what you payin Pedro?'

`That's Pedro's and my business', I replied, `But in any case Pedro is an
expert and you are a rookie'.

`Well okay', said Zak, `Mister can decide afterward what it's worth'.

I smiled at him: `Shrewd answer, Zak!', I said, `That's a fair deal.'

Zak smiled back and left with a bounce in his step.

`See you later, Mister!', he called back over his shoulder.

I watched him as he walked away down the carpeted passage.  His tight black
trousers and body-hugging white waiter's jacket showed off his muscular
little body nicely and set my cock tingling once more.

Pedro watched with me.

`He's got a nice ass', he remarked.  `Looks great in swim trunks too.  He's
a gym bunny ... works out at the gym here in the hotel every day – he
can go for free `cause he works here.  If he was doing tricks here he could
pick up guys all the time from the gym!'

We went back into the room and ate our burgers and had a beer while we
waited for Zak to finish work.  We decided to put off showering until Zak
got there, figuring he would also need it after a day's hard work and it
would be fun to do it together.  Besides, it would help break the ice for
Zak and help to get him used to getting naked and personal with other men
and boys.

To make conversation I got Pedro to tell me his story.

His parents had worked for the Portuguese colonial government in
Mozambique's capital, Lourenco Marques.  When things fell apart and the
country was plunged into civil war, most of the white population fled the
country with little more than the clothes on their back.  Pedro's parents
stayed on at their posts but sent Pedro to safety in South Africa together
with some people they thought they could trust.  He was only two at the
time.  These people dumped him off at a Child Welfare facility in Durban
and took off with the money Pedro's parents had given them, never to be
seen again.  Pedro never saw his parents again.  Some while later the South
African Social Welfare Department's enquiries elicited the information that
both his parents had been killed.

Pedro was placed in foster care.  The Social Welfare department was under
massive pressure at the time to cope with the influx of about 200 000 white
refugees from Mozambique, including thousands of orphans, most of whom
could not even speak English.  As a result, the officials did not look too
carefully into the background of anyone who offered to take one of the
orphans of their hands.  The result was that Pedro ended up with a couple
who took on foster kids for the government allowances that this entitled
them to receive.  To supplement this income they put the older kids to
work, begging at street corners and hustling tourists.  Some of the
children were pimped out for prostitution.

Pedro grew up to accept that selling sex was part of the natural order of
things.  He lost his virginity to an older boy at the age of 10, with the
encouragement and active assistance of his foster father.  After this he
was fucked daily by the older boys and his foster father in turn to `get
him ready' for sex work.  A few weeks later he had his first client, who
was so happy with his performance that he paid the boy a big tip.  His
foster father allowed him to keep half of the tip.  Pedro told me this with
the same kind of glowing pride that my son Dirk would show when telling me
about a try that he had scored in a rugby match or some other achievement
at school.

I asked him if he ever thought of getting out of prostitution or running
away from his foster parents.

`Nah ... they treat me okay', he said, `They only beat me when I don't get
clients and come home with no money.  I know I deserve it because the only
time I don't get clients is when I'm buggering around on the beach with my
buddies.'

`What about the clients?', I asked.

`Yeah, some of them can get a bit rough, but most just want to get their
rocks off and don't treat you bad'.

`So you're quite happy with things as they are?'

`Sure, lots of things could be better.  I see the rich kids in their nice
houses on the beach and sitting in the restaurants on the beach front with
their mom and dad, wearing their larney clothes and having fun ... I think
that would be nice ... but it's never gonna happen for me.  So I don't
worry about it.'

`Really?', I asked

`Sure.  Anyway ... I couldn't give up the sex'

`The sex?'

`Sure!  You like sex, don't you?'

`Of course I do!'

`Well I don't like it ... I love it', he laughed, `I think about it all the
time.  I even dream about it.  I can't concentrate at school because all
I'm thinking about is cock and cum.  I'm thinking all the time ... when is
the bell gonna ring so I can go to the beach front and catch a fuck?'

`Sounds like you're addicted to sex!'

`Yeah, that's what someone told me.  I'd do it for free if I didn't need
the money!  If I lived with one of those "normal" families now I'd be
sneaking out all the time to find cock.  All of us rent boys are the same.
Your buddies, Johan and Ben, are the same.  You get to want the sex all the
time ... you can never get enough dick!'

`Lucky for me, then!', I laughed.

`Yeah, you see!  So now you can stop wanting to "save me"' he said with a
grin. `I don't wanna be saved!'

`Okay, I get the point!'

Soon after there was a furtive knock at the door.  I opened it and let in a
clearly nervous and excited Zak, now off duty and changed into faded beach
shorts and muscle vest, with an old pair of well-worn beach slops on his
feet.

As I followed Zak in I saw that Pedro had already yanked off his shorts.
Zak stopped short, momentarily taken aback by the younger boy's
in-your-face nakedness.  He stared at Pedro's half engorged cock and big
low hanging balls.  Then he recovered:

`I gotta get myself one of them cock rings', he said, pointing at Pedro's
thick shiny steel one admiringly, `It really makes your junk stand out!'

`Yeah, it's cool', said Zak

I turned Zak around and pulled his vest over his head.

`Let's get a proper look at you', I said.

I liked what I saw.

Zak's compact upper body rippled with a well-defined musculature.  He had
brawny thighs like Johan's and his calves were round and bulging.  It was
obvious that he spent a lot of time in the gym.

As Zak kicked off his slops Pedro came up behind him, hooked his thumbs
into the waistband of his shorts and started tugging them down.

Startled, Zak grabbed Pedro's hands and stopped him.

`What's the problem, Zak?', asked Pedro, `You gonna fuck with your pants
on?'

Zak blushed.

`No, sorry, I just got a fright, is all', he mumbled.

`C'mon, Zak, you gotta chill, buddy.  You gonna spook your clients you give
them that shit!'

`Yeah, I know, I'm sorry'

`Okay, then', said Pedro as he tugged Zak's shorts down his legs to the
floor.

Zak stepped out of his shorts and instinctively shielded his genitals with
his hands.

`Zak, c'mon, what did I just tell you baby?', said Pedro as he slapped
Zak's hands away, `Let the Mister see what he's payin for!'

`Sorry, Mister', said Zak, blushing furiously. `I know I'm fucking this up.
You don't have to pay me anything, okay?'

`That's okay, Zak, take it easy, you're not fucking anything up.  I know
this is new for you.  There was a first time for all of us, you know.  Just
relax and go with the flow.  No one's judging you here.'

I looked over Zak's package.  From my limited experience he certainly
seemed to have the right equipment for a rent boy, and then some.  His
uncut cock was thick and fleshy, hanging down over bulbous balls to dangle
between his thighs like a python hanging from a tree branch.  It must have
been fully eight inches on the slack.  A small tuft of red pubic hair
nestled between the base of his shaft and his belly.  Otherwise his body
was pretty smooth and hairless for a 16 year old.

I yearned to take his cock in my hands but I realised that Zak was still a
bit skittish for that, so I cracked open a beer and handed it to him.

`Have a beer', I said, `It'll help to relax you'.

Zak took the beer gratefully and Pedro and I had one too.

`There's only one left', noted Pedro, `Better order some more'.

I ordered another 6 pack from room service.

`Are there any more cute bell boys down there wanting to join us?', I asked
Zak in jest.

`Daniel is pretty cute', Zak replied, `And I'm sure he's also into guys,
because he's always checking me out, especially at gym.  But I haven't
asked him yet'.

`I was just joking, Zak, there's enough of us to go on with.  Better have
another beer!'

`Okay', said Zak sheepishly, `But I'm gonna ask him if he's into guys next
time I get a chance'.

Soon, however, the beers kicked in and took the edge off Zak's nervousness.

`How about we have a shower?', I suggested eventually, `You must be sweaty
from work and Pedro and I also need to clean up.'

`Cool', Zak said, and went off to the bathroom.  We heard him switch the
shower on and a moment later we heard the shower door close behind him.

`Go join him', I suggested to Pedro.  `I'll follow soon'

I heard the shower door open and the boys talking.  Then the shower door
closed again.  I waited a moment and then went and stood in the doorway of
the bathroom and watched them.  They were sideways on to me.  Zak was
facing up with his eyes closed as the water streamed over his face.  Pedro
was behind Zak, slowly soaping his back.  Pedro spotted me through the
shower door and winked, giving me a thumbs-up sign.  Pedro's hands moved
deftly onto Zak's buttocks but Zak seemed not to mind.  Even when Pedro
slid his fingers between Zak's butt cheeks and started soaping him there,
all Zak did was rise momentarily onto his toes before spreading his legs to
give Pedro easier access to his crack.

I saw that Pedro's cock was already standing up ramrod stiff and, as he
continued his ministrations to Zak's crack, Zak's prodigious cock was
stiffening like a filling firehose.

Pedro continued downward, soaping Zak's bulging thighs and calves, and soon
was on his knees behind Zak, tapping his calf to get him to lift first one
foot and then the other for soaping.

Pedro was an expert at this and, from the quivering erectness of his meaty
cock I could see that Zak was clearly enjoying the unaccustomed attention
and pampering.

Now Pedro stood and ordered, `Turn around!'

Zak obeyed and Pedro started soaping his pecs, then his brawny arms and
down onto his washboard abs.  Zak's eyes were open now, and they followed
every move of Pedro's magic hands.

Eventually Pedro reached Zak's cock.  He paused and looked an enquiry at
Zak.

Zak nodded and closed his eyes as Pedro closed his soapy fingers around
Zak's cock.  Slowly, sensuously, he soaped up and down the length of Zak's
cock, sliding his fingers down onto and around his balls and then back up
again.  I could see every muscle in Zak's body knotting up but I realised
it was with sheer pleasure, not nervousness.

I decided it was time for the acid test.  I opened the shower door and
stepped in.  Zak opened his eyes but he just smiled at me.  I reached down
and took over stroking his cock from Pedro.  Zak just closed his eyes and
continued to enjoy the ride.

While Pedro started soaping my back and my arse I continued sliding my
closed fist up and down Zak's thick soapy shaft.  Zak began to whimper
softly and started fucking my hand, impatient to drive himself to climax.
Immediately, I stopped wanking him.

`Easy, there, boy, plenty of time to cum', I murmured in his ear.

With a soft moan Zak closed his fingers around my own straining cock and
began to stroke me as I had stroked him.  His movements were slightly
awkward, not surprising for a rookie, but he was not rough and I could feel
that he had a sensitivity for how he was making me feel, responding to my
body language and several times asking me how it felt for me.

I realised then that Zak probably had what it takes to make a good rent
boy: He clearly enjoyed male sex; He was quite a slut once he got over his
inhibitions; He enjoyed making me feel as good as he felt; He was compliant
and he was responsive both to my needs and to what my body was telling him.
I looked forward to assisting with his further training under Pedro's
expert guidance.

Pedro now knelt behind Zak again and, with his fingers slathered in body
crème, began stimulating and probing Zak's bumhole.  Instantly, Zak
spread his legs again to give Pedro access.

Soon Pedro's forefinger gained entry to Zak's tight anus and he began
sliding it in and out, pushing sideways against the sphincter at the same
time to relax and stretch it in readiness to take cock.

`Aaah ... yes!' Zak moaned softly, his blue eyes glazed with pleasure,
`That's so cool ... work me hard there, Pedro, I wanna be ready to take
Mister's cock'

`Yeah ...', said Pedro doubtfully, `You're pretty tight here Zak, I reckon
you gonna take my cock first and then maybe Mister's big shlong if you're
up to it.'

Zak opened his eyes and examined the girth of my swollen tool in his hand
more closely.

`Yeah ... it's pretty big ... but I really wanna take it up my arse tonight
... I'm not a sissy, Mister, I know it'll hurt but I don't care!'

I realised that Zak felt his honour was riding on his performance so I just
said:

`Okay Zak, we'll see how it goes.  We'll start with Pedro first.  His cock
is pretty big and he can give you a good stretch before you have to take
mine'

`Okay Mister', Zak said, relieved.

Soon the pressure was building up in my cock so I got Zak to stop stroking
my shaft and we both soaped and stroked Pedro until he nearly came.

Finally we got out the shower.  Pedro got Zak into the bath, unscrewed the
head of the hand shower and taught Zak how to insert the top of the hose
into his anus and give his channel a thorough clean out.

`Mister doesn't mind a sticky arse but some clients are fussy about it', I
heard him explain to Zak as he hosed his own fuck chute clean by way of
demonstration.

Zal obediently hosed his channel thoroughly before joining Pedro and I on
the bed.

Pedro and I lay back side by side with our heads on the pillows and played
with each other's cocks until Zak came out.  Zak got onto the bed, kneeled
between us and looked from the one to the other expectantly.

`So, Zak, show us what you can do', I said to him.

`I dunno ... what do you want me to do?'

`Use your imagination', Pedro said, `Never let your client think he knows
more about sex than you do.  It's a big put-off for them.  Even if it's
your first time, just pretend you been doing it for ages.  After a while
you won't have to pretend.  You really will know more about sex than most
of them!'

`Okay', said Zak, lightly stroking the length of Pedro's swollen shaft with
the tips of his fingers.  Up and down he stroked, allowing his fingers to
run onto Pedro's balls, down between his thighs and then back up again.

`Hey, that feels great, Pedro said, `Who taught you to do that?'

`I like doing it to myself, so I know it feels good', Zak replied.

In no time Pedro's cock was rock hard and bobbing up to press against Zak's
fingers.  Zak stopped stroking Pedro at this point and then turned his
attention to me, doing the same thing until my own cock was leaping at his
touch and begging for release.

After doing this several times Zak bent over Pedro's cock and took it
between his lips, licking and sucking the head for a while before sucking
the shaft into his mouth, bobbing up and down almost its whole length and
sending Pedro into back-arching, toe-curling ecstasy.

Then he turned to me and did the same thing before going back to Pedro.

Eventually Pedro could stand the pressure in his balls no longer and he
jumped to his knees.

`Bend over doggy style', he panted to Zak, `I'm gonna fuck you now
... hard!'

Quickly, Zak went on all fours and eagerly presented his arse to Pedro.
Pedro found his tube of lube and hastily oiled up his cock.  While he did
so I squirted some lube cream onto my fingers to lube Zak's hole.  He was,
as Pedro had said earlier, "pretty tight there", and it did not help that
Zak was both nervous and excited about taking the first real cock up his
virgin ass.

`Whoa there, relax, fella!', I said to Zak as I teased his sphincter open
with my forefinger, `It helps if you make like you're trying to press a
putty'.

`Sorry', said Zak, `I'm just nervous'

Slowly Zak's sphincter relaxed and accepted my finger, but it took some
time of finger-fucking, first with just my forefinger and then with two
fingers, before he seemed just about ready to take Pedro's cock.  I
motioned Pedro to move up close behind Zak and get ready to insert his cock
right behind my withdrawn fingers.  He did so and, as I pulled my fingers
out he pushed his cock into their place.  Even so, it took some strong,
sustained pressure before Zak's virgin sphincter finally relented and
allowed Pedro past the first gate, to the accompaniment of sharp gasps and
small cries of pain from Zak.  Zak reached back with one hand and pushed
against Pedro's pelvis, as if trying to push Pedro out of him.  Pedro just
gripped the top of Zak's thighs and held on until he could feel Zak
relaxing after the wave of pain passed.  Then he pushed his cock in a
little further.  Each push set up a new wave of pain, gasps and moans and
Pedro would wait until that subsided before carrying on.  Once or twice Zak
tried momentarily to struggle free when the pain got too much for him but
Pedro held on relentlessly, knowing there was no other way to get Zak used
to it.  I was stroking Zak's back and neck with one hand all the while to
help relax him.  With my other hand I reached under his belly to tease his
big cock into staying erect, hoping that it would take his mind off the
pain.

Then Pedro was all the way inside Zak and the last spasm of pain had
passed.  Zak had stopped moaning and was waiting with muscles tensed for
Pedro to begin fucking him.  Pedro drew his cock almost all the way out of
Zak and immediately pushed it all the way in again, this time without
stopping.  Zak felt pain but it was less than before.  Slowly Pedro
increased his rhythm and speed until he was pumping Zak's arse hard and
fast.  With each thrust the pain was slightly less and the pleasure more.
Soon both boys were grunting and panting like a pair of mating dogs with
the violence of their coupling but for Zak they were now sounds of
pleasure.  I lay down next to them and continued to tug at Zak's cock, now
freely dribbling precum onto my hand and the bedcover.

For a while nothing could be heard in the room but the sounds of the
straining boys panting and grunting and the slap-slap-slap of sweaty flesh
smacking on sweaty flesh.

Then Pedro's thrusting became suddenly more urgent and his grunts began to
escalate into vocal cries as he hurtled headlong to ejaculation.  Suddenly
his body went stiff and he was silent for a second before bellowing out his
ecstasy as his whole body convulsed uncontrollably and he shot jet after
jet of hot cum into Zak.

Before Pedro had even finished cumming he withdrew his still spasming cock,
spraying squirts of cum over Zak's back and my chest as he moved aside.

`Quick Mister, fuck him now while he's still hot and loose!', he said
urgently.

Quickly I got up, hastily lubed my rock-hard cock and positioned myself
between Zak's kneeling legs to spear his arse.  I placed my cock head
against the entrance to his fuck chute and pushed gently but insistently.
Despite the hard fucking that Pedro had just given him, Zak's sphincter was
struggling to accommodate my massively swollen cock head.  I pushed harder
and Zak started to whimper with renewed pain.  I pulled out and slathered
my cock head with more of Pedro's lube, squirting some direct into Zak's
hole before renewing the assault.

This time I got a little further but soon Zak was whimpering and twitching.
His back was arched and his butt was actually quivering with the pain as if
it had just received a stroke of the cane.

Driven by almost overpowering lust and the blood roaring in my ears all I
wanted to do was to ram my cock in and fuck his arse as hard as I could,
but my better nature took over.

`I think this is a bridge too far for you Zak.  I don't want to hurt you.
I think you did well enough taking Pedro's cock for now.'

`No please, Mister, don't give up now!  It hurts but I swear I can take it!
Please Mister, please, I beg you!  I need this! I need this!  Please, I
need this!'

Zak was in tears and he sounded desperate.  I decided I could not dishonour
him by being paternalistic.

`Okay, Zak, brace yourself', I said to him.

I reached over his back and, with both hands, took a firm grip of his
muscled shoulders on either side of his thick neck.  I got Pedro to guide
my cock to the entrance of Zak's fuck chute and hold it there as I pushed
hard against Zak's sphincter.  Slowly, millimetre by millimetre, I could
feel his anus giving way as I shoved, sweated and grunted with the effort.
Zak's whimpering went up a pitch with each shove until he was crying
continuously, almost howling with pain.  I shut my ears to his cries and
gathered myself for a massive thrust.  I pulled my cock out a bit and then
I put all my strength into powering it forward like a battering ram.

Zak bellowed in sheer agony at the onslaught but his sphincter finally gave
way like breached flood barrier and my thick shaft rushed unchecked into
Zak's fuck channel.

Though Zak was crying and his muscular body was writhing in pain beneath
me, I could not have stopped then if I had wanted to ... and I definitely
did not want to.

With one hand gripping Zak's shoulder and the other wound in his mop of
ginger hair he had no way of getting away from me and I buggered his arse
like a machine.

It was not long, however, before Zak stopped yelling and thrashing about
and I felt his body relax under me.  The pain had obviously left him and he
began to participate in his fucking, moving his body in rhythm with my
thrusting and making a sound deep in his throat something like a roughing
purring.  It was obvious that he was now enjoying the fuck as much as he
had enjoyed it with Pedro.

I did not want to come too soon, so I pulled my cock out of Zak's arse.  I
was amused to see him push his arse instinctively backward as if to draw me
in again, and the look of disappointment on his flushed and sweat-drenched
face as he looked over his shoulder at me.

I flopped onto my back and held my stiff cock upright for Zak to sit on it.
Zak did not understand what I wanted and Pedro had to enlighten him:

`Sit on it silly!' he told Zak, `And bounce yourself up and down it with
your legs ... like doing squats in the gym.  Mister wants you to do the
fucking for a bit while he rests'.

The light went on in his beautiful blue eyes and Zak awkwardly straddled my
middle, facing me, and lowered himself to impale himself on my stake.  This
time my cock went in tightly but smoothly.  Zak lowered himself gingerly
until his hard round butt was sitting on my groin.  He reached back with
his hands to steady himself on my thighs.  Then he slowly and a little
awkwardly started raising and lowering himself on my cock shaft.  As he got
his rhythm he began to go faster and my cock started to throb with
pleasure.

Though untouched by his own or anyone else's hand, Zak's own impressive
cock was standing up ramrod straight by this time, bouncing stiffly
backward and forward and slapping meatily against his rippled abs.  To the
surprise of all three of us, Zak suddenly let out a little cry of delight
and the tip of his cock started sending out little eruptions of white cum.
The powerful initial squirts spattered onto my belly and chest, followed by
a continuous pulsing stream that rushed like white lava down his convulsing
shaft to form a sticky pool on my belly.

`Wow!', Pedro cried out with delight at Zak's spontaneous ejaculation,
`That was cool, man!'

Zak's spectacular trick pushed me over the edge too.  I lifted Zak off my
cock a moment before squirting my own cum all over his belly and his
thighs.

Zak rolled over onto his back and all three of us lay still for a while,
enjoying the release of a magnificent ejaculation and the warm afterglow of
fantastic sex.

Then Pedro prodded Zak in the ribs.

`C'mon, rent boy, you not here to relax, you got work to do'

Zak sat up eagerly.

`What do you want me to do next?  You gonna fuck me again?'

`We both gonna fuck you raw tonight, buddy, but right now you gotta do
clean-up.  First you scoop up all the cum on you with your finger, like so
...' (Pedro demonstrated how to do it) ... `And then you slurp it off your
finger all sexy like in front of your client to keep him horny'.

Zak started to screw up his face with distaste but caught himself and did
as Pedro instructed him, almost gagging on the first slurp.  Several slurps
later, however, he announced

`Hey, actually it doesn't taste bad at all ... I can handle this'

`Now you cleaned yourself off you gotta clean your client ... but this time
you lick it off his body with your tongue and you suck it off his cock'.

By now Zak was enjoying this part of his duty and he licked and sucked me
clean with enthusiasm.  Pedro helped and then he and I spent a pleasant few
minutes licking the cum residue off Zak.

Thoroughly licked and momentarily sated, we decided to have a beer before
our next round of sex.

`So how do you feel about your first session of man sex as a rent boy?', I
asked Zak.

`I feel amazing, Mister, like my eyes been opened.  I been shown a new
world!'

`That's great!', I chuckled, pleased that the experience had been so
positive for him.

Zak got up, came over and hugged me.

`Thanks a ton Mister ... for giving me a chance ... and for believing in me
enough to push me through the pain when another man might have wimped out
on me ... I'll never forget this ... thank you'

I hugged Zak back.

`It was a pleasure, Zak ... and I mean that ... it really was a pleasure
... even though it caused you pain ... And I've never seen anyone cum like
that before ... it was fucking amazing!'

Zak blushed with delight.

`And speaking of pain ... how is your arse feeling right now?'

`My arse is sore Mister, but it feels like a good, sexy kind of sore that I
want to be there forever!'

`You think you sore now', laughed Pedro, `Just wait till tomorrow ... you
gonna be so fucken sore you won't hardly be able to walk for the rest of
the week'

`You serious?' asked Zak anxiously.

`Yes, for sure, you gonna be sore buddy' Pedro replied, `But don't worry, I
got some strong pain pills will help you through the week.'

`Thanks, bud!'

`You welcome.  Maybe you should take one now to get you through the night?'

`Nah ...' said Zak, `This pain is cool ... it makes me feel sexy and alive
... I'll hold onto it for now'

As I looked over the sexy naked bodies of the two boys who were spending
the night with me ... so youthful, alive and bung full of juice ... I
considered myself the luckiest man alive that night.  I felt that we had
just begun to plumb the depths of pleasure that they could invent and my
cock came alive once more at the thought.

 Pedro was the first to notice my lengthening cock.

`Hey Zak!' he said, pointing at my cock, `Looks we on duty again, buddy'

`Cool' said Zak happily as he reached over to take my stiffening cock in
his strong fingers.


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