Date: Sat, 26 Jul 2014 02:20:17 -0700
From: Koos Smit <kooss@rocketmail.com>
Subject: BEACH FRONT BOY 5

Beach Front Boy

Part 5

Next morning I took Pedro and Zak to the beach front Wimpy for breakfast.
No one gave us a second glance.  We could have been father, son and friend
down from up-country on a mid-term break, to anyone who might have bothered
to notice.  In fact, there were three other men accompanied by young boys
in the diner and I could not help wondering if any of them might have been
client and rent-boy.  Probably not, I told myself, but ... well ... who can
tell ...?

Both Pedro and Zak had decided to bunk school that Friday.  Pedro was also
booked to work at the Rajah's Palace that weekend and had to get to the
pick-up point at the Yacht Mole by 10 am.  Zak wanted to go home to nurse
his arse, which was raw and sore from the hard fucking that Pedro and I had
given him most of the night.

`What are you going to tell your Mom about not going to school?' I asked
him.

`I'm just gonna tell her I'm tired from working and that I'm feeling a bit
off', he replied.

Zak had called his mom the night before and told her that he would not be
coming home as he would be working the night shift for extra money.

All three of us were yawning as we sat waiting for our food.  It had been a
long and glorious night of hard and messy sex that none of us had wanted to
end.  Eventually, however, sheer physical exhaustion claimed us one by one
and we fell asleep in a sprawling heap on the bed, liberally covered in cum
and sweat.  Pedro had fallen asleep even as I was fucking him and I myself
succumbed moments later, practically in mid thrust, and fell into a deep
sleep with my cock still inside him.

We were woken about three hours later by my usual morning wake-up call and
I had quite a job getting the boys up and into the bathroom.

We had a good laugh at Zak's expense when he first tried to get up.  His
face screwed up in pain as he gingerly levered himself off the bed.

`Oh my fuck!' he moaned, `My arse is so fucken sore... Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!'

He stood unsteadily with his legs spread wide apart.

`Shit, man! I can't walk!' he cried out in panic.

We made Zak lie on his belly with his legs spread out, toes on the floor,
so we could examine his arsehole.  He winced and moaned as we probed around
but, apart from being a little red and puffy, there was no blood and he
seemed to be okay.  After Zak had his shower, Pedro treated Zak's hole with
some cream that he had in a little tin in his bag.  Treating Zak included
finger-fucking him for a while with a cream smeared finger, which had Zak
sucking air sharply between his teeth and moaning and whimpering for a
while, but it seemed to do the trick and Zak eventually announced that,
although still a bit sore, his arse was feeling a lot better.

`So has this put you off being a rent-boy?', I asked Zak with a smile

`I must admit I thought about that when I first got up', said Zak with a
wry grin, `But when I think how fucken great the sex was, I get jags
(horny) all over again ... check how my cock is getting hard again just
talking about it now'.

I laughed.

`Yeah, I can see you're made for the work, Zak!'

`Sure he is!', laughed Pedro, `He's a fucken cock-slut ... can't get enough
of it ... just like me!'

`Sore arse or not I reckon I can take another quick fuck, Mister?', Zak
looked at me pleadingly.

Pedro looked a question at me, his eyes twinkling and his own cock rapidly
stiffening.  Both boys looked more than ready for another fucking and my
own cock was hardening at the sight of them, but I had to get to work soon.

`Sorry, boys, I'd love to, but I have to get to the factory this morning'.

The pair of them exchanged a sly smile and then sidled up to me where I
stood at the bottom of the bed with my cock standing up straight and
announcing my deepest desires.  They both dived at me in the same moment
and tackled me onto the bed.  Zak sat on my chest and pinned my arms down
while Pedro went to work on my cock with his lips and his tongue.

`Oh, alright, I surrender!', I laughed, `If you're that horny then go for
it ... But just a quick one!'

`Cool!', the boys chorused.

An hour later, once again covered in cum and sweat, we had to have another
shower before setting off to the Wimpy for breakfast.  Zak was still
walking uncomfortably but he was as happy as the cat who got the cream,
which I suppose he did, in a manner of speaking.

After breakfast I dropped Pedro off at the Yacht Mole and Zak outside the
seedy block of flats in the Point Road area where he lived with his mom.  I
realised it was very close to where Johan and Ben lived and I thought I
would like to hear Zak's story one day.  Then I headed off to the factory
to tie up the last few remaining loose ends.  My project had come to an end
and I would have the afternoon to get myself ready for my weekend at the
Rajah's Palace.

The time passed slowly, as it always does when anticipating something, but
eventually the time came to depart for the Yacht Mole to catch my transport
to the Rajah's Palace.  I had decided against leaving my hired BMW at the
rather dodgy looking garage over the road from the Yacht Mole.  Instead I
left it in the hotel parking and took a taxi to the Victoria Embankment.

I was a bit early and I did not want to hang around on the side of the
road, especially with a wad of cash, so I had a drink at the Yacht Club
while I waited.  I sat on the upstairs veranda overlooking the walk-on
moorings and watched the comings and goings of the sailors, fishermen,
divers, charter boat crews and the many others who plied their trade there
as well as the yacht-owning businessmen down for a drink after work or
tinkering on their boats.

I watched a couple of barefoot boys hanging around the gate to the walk-ons
with small bags slung over their shoulders, looking like they were waiting
for someone.  When a policeman strolled by on his beat the pair of them
seemed to miraculously melt away but a few minutes later they were back.  I
suddenly realised that they were rent-boys and I chuckled to myself.  Not
long after that a grey haired yacht owner arrived at the gate laden with a
couple of kit bags and a cardboard box of provisions.  He called the boys
over and chatted with them briefly.  Then he opened the gate with his tag
and held it as the two boys went through, carrying all the man's kit.  I
watched the three of them as they moved along the walkways and eventually
boarded a large sailing yacht moored stern-to some distance away.  They
went below and did not surface again while I sat there, setting my cock
tingling at the thought of what the man and the two boys were probably up
to.

As I sucked at my beer I suddenly thought that it would be a great idea to
charter a yacht and take my 13 year old son Dirk for a few days' sailing
during the Spring Break in a couple of months' time.  He had been pestering
me lately to take him on a trip for `just us boys' and it occurred to me
that a sailing trip to Richards Bay and back, would be just the thing.  We
would do a bareboat charter, of course, and perhaps Dirk could bring a
friend to help crew.  `Bareboat' means that you hire only the boat and
provide your own crew, but the expression always tickles my imagination
with its sexy innuendos of uninhibited nakedness and freedom from
constricting social mores on the high seas and away from prying eyes.  Then
my imagination really kicked into gear and I thought ... what if instead of
Dirk's friend we took Johan and Ben with us ... maybe Pedro and Zak too
...?

The thought of Dirk having his sexy little athlete's arse pounded by Johan
or Pedro stirred feelings in me that I thought I had managed to suppress.
I realised that, far from being suppressed, they were still smouldering
just below the surface.

Just then my transport arrived and I put these thoughts out of my mind as I
made my way down to the parking area.

An hour and a half later I was settled into a very comfortable double room
in a huge house on a walled North Coast estate that had been built in the
style of an Indian Rajah's palace.  Armed security guards let us through
the massive front gates.  Others patrolled the grounds and the private
beach that was part of the estate.

There were two large beds side by side in my room.  On a table there was a
printed leaflet which set out information about the available facilities.
It encouraged guests to divest themselves of clothing and instead to wear
the bathrobe and slippers that had been laid out on the bed when moving
about the hotel.

Later I assembled with the other guests, most of us clad only in our
bathrobes, in the spacious bar lounge where we were served with
complimentary drinks.  Like me, many had chosen to go barefoot in the warm
Natal weather rather than wear the soft slippers that had been provided.
In my case I had the added motivation that I did not want my tough
Afrikaner boy, Johan, mocking me for wearing slippers `just like a moffie
rooinek! (basically `sissy English boy')!

We sipped our drinks while a silver-haired Indian man explained the program
and the rules.

`Welcome to the Palace, Gentleman, my name is Suraj.  I am the manager of
the estate and you should come to me if you have any problems or special
requests.'

`In a few minutes and again tomorrow night some of our boys will put on a
show for your entertainment on the stage to my right.  After the show all
our boys will be on display for viewing and selection.  Once you have made
a selection your boy ... or boys ... will go with you to your room.  They
are your slaves while they are with you and they will do anything that you
want them to ... and I mean anything!  They can stay with you as long as
you like. When you have done with them they will return to the lounge to be
available for someone else.  You may then make another selection or you may
go to one of the several theme areas where you may participate in group
activities which have a particular theme or flavour that tickles your
fancy.  '

`Whichever boy is with you at two in the morning will stay with you for the
night.  If you don't want him to share your bed ... that is what the other
bed is there for.'

`For those who are first time visitors, let me explain our rules:
Everything is covered in the daily rate except drinks, room service meals
and special services.'

`If you need to discipline your boy, whether because you are not happy with
his performance or simply for your own pleasure, please use the implements
provided in your room for the purpose.  And please use them moderately.  We
don't mind a few whip marks or even a little blood, but if you put a boy
out of circulation because of injury it's going to cost you an arm and a
leg ... maybe literally.'

Suraj paused at this point to incline his head toward a couple of big burly
bouncers standing with arms folded to one side.

Just then the lights dimmed in the lounge and a couple of spotlights
focussed their beams on the centre of the stage.  The show was about to
begin.

The sound system began pumping out `The Girl from Ipanema' and a pair of
boys, clearly identical twins, came onto the stage carrying boogie boards.
Each wore a beach towel wrapped around his waist and I guessed nothing
else.  You could see they were already erected under the towels and they
were obviously well hung.  They looked to be about 13 or 14 and had the
tanned lithe look of surfer boys.  An untidy thatch of long sun-bleached
blond hair and blue eyes completed the picture.  After a brief, rather
awkward dance (they were surfers and rent boys, after all, not dancers!)
they tossed their boogie boards into the darkness behind them and went into
a lover's clinch, tongue-kissing each other and grinding their hips
together.  The grinding quickly brought their beach towels down to reveal
the full joy of their truly impressive boy cocks: thick, long, hard and
rampant with anticipation.

I had hardly noticed that, while this was going on, a bunch of naked boys
had entered the lounge and were moving among us, talking, stroking,
feeling, massaging, kissing, getting onto laps and offering drinks, pills
or their bodies ... anything for the pleasure of the guests.

Suddenly I felt something wet tickle my ear.  I looked quickly to my right
and saw Ben leaning over the arm of the sofa I was sitting in, with his
tongue sticking out of a cheeky grin.

`Howzit, Ben?', I greeted him warmly, throwing an arm around his shoulders
and pulling him in for a hug.

Ben rolled over the sofa arm and settled on my lap.

`I'm cool', he said, reaching automatically through the folds of my
bathrobe and playing with my erected cock, `That's my buddies, Joe and
Todd, doing the show ... fucken big knobs on them, huh?'.

`That's for sure!', I replied, `Where's Johan?'

`He's gettin' a gang bang from Sergeant Scholtz and some of his guys in the
kitchen yard'

`What do you mean?', I asked

`You remember Sergeant Scholtz from the police? ... Henk's friend? ... That
Johan told you about?'

I remembered Johan's story about the police sergeant who had beaten him and
who was apparently involved in the local prostitution scene.

`I remember', I said, `What about him?'

`The security guys here are all cops who work part time for Scholtz.
Scholtz makes sure there's no police raids.  So Scholtz gets freebies with
any boy he wants.  He's got the hots for Johan.  So he and his guys are
fucking the crap out of Johan right now', Ben laughed.

I felt a pang of anxiety, not to mention jealousy.  `Is Johan okay?', I
asked.

`Sure!' said Ben and added, proudly, `Johan can take it!  I wish they would
take me too, but they say I'm too small'

`They don't know what they're missing', I said.

 Ben grinned at me and then slipped onto the sofa and lay next to me with
his legs curled up underneath him as he took my swollen cock into his warm
moist mouth.  As the waves of pleasure radiated through me I had a brief
moment to reflect on how far these boys had managed to corrupt me in the
short time that I had known them – from the first fearful fumblings with
Johan in the privacy of my hotel room to being prepared to sit in a roomful
of strangers and allow a 12 year boy to suck my cock publicly while
watching two other boys fuck each other on stage.

By now one of the surfer boys was slowly deep-throating his brother.  You
could practically see the throat swelling with each leisurely stroke.
Moments later he was on all fours and moaning loudly as his brother rogered
his beautiful arse.  Soon afterward the boys stood facing each and stroked
themselves frantically to orgasm, ejaculating almost simultaneously and
spraying each other's bellies with jets of white cum before grabbing their
towels and trotting off stage, their cocks still fully erected and wagging
almost absurdly from side to side.

The surfer boys were quickly replaced by a group of four boys who acted out
a choreographed contortionist orgy for our pleasure.  After that there was
a bondage act and other acts followed, but by now my attention was wholly
given to Ben who was steadily deep-throating me into an ecstasy of pleasure
as I finger-fucked his delectable arse on the sofa.

`Let's go to my room', I suggested between clenched teeth.

Ben pulled his head off my cock just long enough to say, `Let's just wait
for Johan and we'll go together', before slurping me all the way back into
his throat again.

Moments later I felt the coming rush well up in me from the tip of my cock.
I pushed Ben's head all the way down my shaft and held it there hard as my
cock spasmed and pumped my cum directly into his throat.  Ben squirmed and
spluttered like he was drowning as he struggled to swallow the flood of cum
and tried to pull his face off my cock.  I held him there until I had shot
my load, knowing it was cruel but driven by a stronger urge.  Ben's throat
and his reddened cheeks were working hard and the cum he could not swallow
was bubbling out of the corners of his mouth.

When at last I stopped shooting, I released Ben's head, but by now he had
calmed down and he calmly sucked and licked the cum off my still erect
shaft and off his fingers.

I had not noticed that Johan had arrived in the meantime and had been
watching as I reached climax and nearly drowned his brother.

`You're such a fucken cum-slut, Ben!', Johan said approvingly with a wide
grin.

Ben just went on licking.

Johan looked at me, still grinning.

`He just can't get enough!', he said.

`Ja, like you!', retorted Ben between slurps.

`Ja, you're just like me, boet!', Johan replied proudly.

`So howzit Johan?', I greeted him.

`Cool ... and I can see you're having a good time too!'

`So how did it go with Sergeant Scholtz'

Johan glared at Ben.

`Blabbermouth!' he said, and then answered me:

 `Ag ... it was alright ... I'm used to his shit by now!'

I pointed to the purple welts that striped Johan's arse.

`And those?', I asked

`Ag ... that's nothing ... he's into that ... some guys are ... I told you
already ... I learned to get off on it too'.

`It would different if he paid for it, maybe ... but ...'

`Well ... he does ... kinda ... he gives us boys protection ... and he
makes sure the cops don't hassle us ... so I owe him really ... and this is
how he takes payment ... I don't mind ... I really don't'.

`Okay', I said, `I understand ... I don't like it ... but I understand'.

Johan's bright blue eyes looked at me steadily for a moment.  Then he
punched me playfully on the arm.

`It really is okay', he said, `thanks for caring'.

I put an arm around his shoulder and another around Ben's.

`Hey ... let's go down to the beach, I haven't seen it yet'.

`Kif! (Great!)' the boys chorused, `Let's go!'.

`Lots of fun we can have on the beach', grinned Johan as he winked at me.

`I'm counting on it!', I replied and we set off down the path that lead to
the private beach.  Night had fallen by then but the pathway was brightly
lit and, in fact, so was most of the small rock-encircled beach.  We picked
up towels from the beach pavilion, where there was a change house, a bar
and food buffet.  I left my bathrobe in the change house and we padded over
the soft sand, all three of us completely naked, to where the warm water of
the Indian Ocean washed rhythmically up onto the sand.

As we approached the water, Johan gave me sharp smack on my butt cheek with
his hard hand and then darted out of my reach.

`Ouch you little bugger!', I called out as I tried to grab him.

`Try `n catch me!', he yelled as he sprinted into the water.

Now Ben smacked me on the other butt cheek and ran after his brother.  I
chased after them.  By now they were waist deep in the surging water and
they dived in headlong.  I dived after them.  I managed to grab Ben and I
lifted him up out of the water before throwing him back in, squealing
happily.  I set off after Johan but he was too strong and quick and he
laughingly evaded my attempts to capture him.  Eventually, he let me catch
him and I wrestled him playfully to the ground at the edge of the water.

We lay on the wet sand, half in and half out of the water, and we wrapped
our arms around each other.  I loved the feel of his strong young body and
smooth wet skin against mine.  My lips locked on his and immediately I felt
the taste of his warm tongue in my mouth.  We kissed for what seemed the
briefest time.  Suddenly Ben dived on top of us, knocking the breath out of
me, stretching his meaty little arms to embrace us both, his breath hot on
my neck.

`C'mon guys! Stop sucking face now!  Let's play!'

I suddenly realised that Ben, in fact both boys, had probably never had any
kind of a holiday with family at the sea or anywhere else in their lives.
They would never have known the simple pleasures of romping and
roughhousing in the sand and waves with a father, brother or uncle.  My
heart went out to them once again and I decided that our time on the beach
would be about having fun with the boys (other than sex fun, no matter that
they enjoyed that too).

I sat up and tousled Johan's hair, trying to ignore for the moment the fact
that his cock was already thick and hard from the body contact and the
tongue-kissing:

`Ben's right', I said, `how often do you guys get the chance to play on the
beach together!'

`Aww ..' moaned Johan briefly, screwing up his face.  Then he caught his
brother's pleading eyes and at once he jumped up.

`Okay!' he said, `That's cool! Let's play!'.

For the next hour the three of us had a great time playing tag, soccer and
rugby in between diving into the balmy Indian ocean ... swimming and
boarding despite the lifesaver's warnings about sharks liking to feed at
night!

Eventually the boys were played out (their boisterous games and limitless
energy had practically exhausted me) and we had something to eat at the
beach pavilion before heading back up to the hotel.

As we walked back up the pathway Johan took my hand in his:

`Thanks Jonathan, that was great fun!', he said

At that, Ben hugged me around my waist with both arms.

`Ja, thanks from me too, Jonathan!', he said.  Then he added, shyly: `Wish
you could be our Dad!'

Johan clipped his brother against the back of the head.

`You know the rules, pampoen! (pumpkin!).  No getting soppy with the
clients!', he said sharply, but his eyes said something else.

I hugged them both close to me.

`That's okay', I said gently, `I think I'm more than just a client by now,
aren't I?'

I instantly wondered if I was not opening myself up too much to a pair of
street boys so far out of my family and social circle that if I met them on
a Johannesburg street I would probably not give them a second glance.
(Well ... maybe that's changed, I corrected myself in my thoughts
... remembering how I had been giving such boys more than a second glance
since I came to know Johan and his brother).

`Ja ... of course', Johan replied, `But Ben mustn't start getting ideas in
his head that can never happen!'

`Okay, I understand', I replied, marvelling at Johan's maturity, and not
for the first time.

Then, changing the subject, Johan asked `Can we come with you to your room
or do you want to try some other boys now?'

`No, I don't want to try anyone else now, I thought you two could come and
spend the night with me?'

`Ja, we'd like that', Johan replied for the both of them and Ben confirmed
his assent with a grin and a thumbs-up.

`That's settled then', I said and we went on up to my room.

As we turned into the passage where my room was, the two boys raced ahead
of me, each one trying to get in front of the other as their leathery bare
feet thudded dully on the thickly carpeted floor.  Johan got there first
but they both had to wait until I came up with the key card, by which time
they were bouncing up and down on their toes with eagerness, their
anticipations betrayed by their thick hard cocks wagging from side to side
as they bounced.

 As I opened the door they burst through like a storm surge through a
seawall and made a dash for the bed, scrambling onto it and looking up at
me expectantly with grinning faces and shining blue eyes.

`How about we shower first, guys?', I teased them.

`Aw , come on Jonny!  We just been swimming!  We don't need to shower!',
pleaded Ben.

`Yes, and anyway you told us before ... you like your boys dirty and
sweaty!' added Johan.

`Sure, I replied, `But you must either be clean and showered or you must be
really dirty and sweaty.  You are neither at the moment!'

`Okay', said Johan with a scheming grin, `Then how `bout this: Ben and I
will fuck while you rest your ol' bones and then you can join in when you
think we're dirty and sweaty enough for you!'

I recognised that he was trying to sting me to action with his jibe about
my old bones, but in truth, I felt I wouldn't mind a rest right then.  It
had been a physically demanding week and I did not have the stamina of a
teenager.

`That's cool', I replied, `You fuck and I'll watch for now'

A fleeting shadow of disappointment flitted across Johan's handsome Nordic
face as he realised his gambit had not worked.  But insatiable boyish lust
has no brakes and he rallied quickly as he turned his attention to his
younger brother Ben.  As for Ben, he was as happy to have his brother's
cock inside him as anyone else's, and he immediately rolled onto his
stomach and spread his legs for Johan .

For the next half hour I watched as Johan and Ben fucked each other.
Watching the two muscular young Afrikaner boys rutting with the lustful
ferocity of wild beasts was an intensely erotic spectacle.  Though they
loved each other as brothers, and even as lovers, their physical lovemaking
had the all the force and violence of lions fighting for top spot in the
pride.  Even as my own sexual excitement grew I thought, not for the first
time, how sex for these two beautiful boys was as much about power, prowess
and domination as it was about physical pleasure.

Finally, I could resist the pressure in my balls no longer.  Ben was lying
on his back with his legs over Johan's shoulders, grunting and whimpering
with pain and pleasure as Johan rammed his big cock hard and fast into
Ben's young fuck chute.  Johan was snarling with each thrust, his muscles
bunching and jerking under the smooth sweat-wet skin with the power he was
putting into it.  I crabbed over the bed to take up a position on all fours
over Ben's head, my stiff cock slapping my belly and drippling a stream of
precum onto Ben's face.  Ben's glazed eyes cleared momentarily to focus as,
grinning wordlessly, he reached up a hard young hand and hungrily grabbed
my cock down into his mouth.  Ravenously, he devoured my cock head and
shaft, working it vigorously with the whole length of his tongue, sucking
it into his throat, releasing it, slurping it back in again, to the
accompaniment of an almost unbroken purring moaning sound of lust and
pleasure.

As Ben spurred me toward sexual ecstasy, I rotated my position so that my
head was directly over Ben's ramrod cocklet.  I pulled it upright and
steadied it with my fingers as I lowered my head and sucked it into my
mouth, using my lips and tongue to try to imitate what I felt Ben doing for
me.

His interest aroused by my joining the party, Johan pulled himself out of
Ben and shuffled around to my rear on his knees.  I felt his hands parting
my butt cheeks and then a slippery boy finger impatiently pushing against
my still fairly unpractised anus, the momentary sting of entry, soon
followed by the warm glow radiating out from his strong young fingers
slowly and expertly probing, exploring, stretching and fucking my hole.

Then the now familiar feel of Johan's hard cock head pushing against my
anal ring as his hands strongly gripped my waist for purchase, the repeated
bumping, gently at first and then rapidly more demanding, as his cock
`knocked on the door'.  Finally the sharp pain as he forced entry.  My head
jerked up and I moaned softly.

Ben spat my cock out of his month long enough to chirp: `Hey!  Don't stop!'
and then slurped it in and again and carried on sucking.

`You getting better at this ... Jonny!', Johan had grunted through clenched
teeth as he gained entry, `Got in ... much quicker ... this time.  Must be
... all the practice, hey?'

Breathless with the first shock of pain, I could not reply, but bobbed my
head in assent before taking Ben's little cock (actually not so little
anymore) into my mouth again.  I felt the 12 year old wriggle under me with
pleasure.

To my surprise the pain subsided more quickly than usual and rapidly turned
to pleasure as Johan slowly but powerfully and relentlessly rocked his cock
forward and back in my fuck channel.  It seemed Johan was right about the
benefits of practice!

Soon I felt Ben's cock start throbbing as he climaxed.  A smidgen of boy
cream oozed out into my mouth and, for Ben's benefit and delight I spat it
onto his belly.  Ben was always thrilled to see evidence of his rapidly
developing sexual maturity.  His greatest ambition was to be able to jet
out spurts of cum like his brother and like the grown men who fucked him.

Then I felt Johan go rigid as his own climax exploded and his big cock
unloaded deep inside me.  This was enough to push me over the top too and a
second time that evening I squirted a great wad of cum down Ben's throat.

I flopped back onto the bed, my head on the pillow, and at once the two
boys joined me, lying on their sides on either side of me, their faces
nuzzling my shoulders, arms across my chest and one leg crossed over one of
mine.  Their cum smeared cocks, still erect, rubbed against the tops of my
thighs.  Ben played absently with my balls and my deflated cock .

`Fuck, that was lekker, hey?', said Johan, `I didn't get my rocks off all
day today, so I had a lotta spunk in my balls!'

`Me too!', said Ben. `Did you see how much spunk I squirted in Jonny's
mouth?  I thought he was gonna choke!'.

`Ja, I saw that', replied Johan, winking at me, `You a real cum gun now,
Ben!'

Ben swelled with pride at his brother's words of praise.

`Yes it was great', I said to them, tousling their hair, `You boys are
definitely the best fucks in town'.

They both smiled their delight at me.

`Hey, I noticed it's getting easier to get my cock in you!', Johan
repeated, `Have you been practising?'

`Not really', I said, not wanting to tell him about the oversize dildo I
had bought some time ago for the purpose of doing just that.

`I know you been with other boys this week.  I thought maybe they been
stretching your hole good!'

`No, I didn't let any of them fuck me', I replied.

 `What about your boy, Dirk?'

`No, we don't have sex together!', I replied indignantly.

`You don't fuck together at home when the missus is not around?', Johan
asked in a mock incredulous tone.

`No!', I replied, going a little red, 'He's my son!'

`Okay, just joking!'

`No problem'

Ben lifted his head up to look at Johan and me with a puzzled expression on
his face.

`So why can't you fuck your son?'

Johan looked at me quizzically.

`Yeah, Jonny, why can't you fuck your son?', he mimicked.

`People just don't do that!', I replied.

`Well I know plenty guys who fuck their sons!  I even done it with them!',
said Johan.

`Well, I don't know... I just never thought about it, that's all', I
replied.

`You know you have!', said Johan, pointing at my erecting cock, `You
thinking about it now!  And you blushed just now when I asked you.  You
can't lie to me, man!'

I blushed again.

`You see!', trumpeted Johan.

`Okay, okay, Johan you're way too clever for your own good', I laughed,
anxious to get off the subject.  `Anyway, I don't need to fuck my son, I'd
rather come down here and fuck you two instead'.

`Damn right, Mister!' said Johan, `Nobody gonna give you a better fuck than
me `n Ben!'

We lay watching TV for a while.

Then, after a while: `Why don't you bring him with you next time?' asked
Johan.

`Who?', I asked

 `Dirk'

I looked at Johan in surprise.

`Ja, bring Dirk with you next time.  We can have some fun together.  Ben `n
me can teach him like we taught you.'

I continued looking at Johan, not trusting myself to speak.

`Ja, I checked his photo in your wallet the other day.  He's pretty cute.
How old is he?'

`Thirteen'

Johan jumped off the bed and fished the photo of Dirk out of my wallet.
Dirk is blonde and blue-eyed like my wife and his athletic build and
sporting prowess are the envy of everyone in his grade at school.  The
photo showed a tanned and beaming Dirk in a Speedo at the hotel pool on a
recent holiday.

`I'd love to fuck that bum myself!', said Johan, `Dunno why you haven't
already!'

I went instantly rock hard at the thought of Johan and Dirk having sex.

Johan laughed and pointed.

`You see!' he crowed again, `Now you gotta bring him!'

`Okay, okay, we'll see!', I said, `Now what must I do to get some sex
around here?  Do I have to whip you guys!'

`Good idea!', said Johan, jumping off the bed and fetching a rattan cane
that was lying on the table with a braided whip, a pair of handcuffs and
some other implements, `We haven't played that game yet with you'.

`No thanks', I said, putting up a hand to decline the proffered cane, `I
was just joking'.

`Aw ... c'mon, Jonny ... don't be a papbroek (sissy)!', Johan taunted.

`No, it's not that.  I just don't want to hurt you guys, that's all.'

`You think it doesn't hurt when you put that fucken big dick of yours in
our arses?', grinned Johan.

I chuckled.

`Come on, you know that's different!  I don't do it to hurt you, and it
doesn't hurt you for long anyway!'

`It's exactly the same thing!', said Johan, `Guys fuck our arses `cause
it's lekker for them, even though it hurts us a bit.  Well ...  guys whip
us because it also makes them feel horny, even though it's sore for us.
And it makes us feel horny too.'

`Not me!' Ben piped up, `It makes you horny, Johan, but it just makes me
sore'.

Johan laughed as he slashed the air with the cane, pretending to cane an
imaginary butt.

`Then why do you go hard sometimes when you get jacks on your arse?'

`I dunno!', Ben replied.

`Same reason you go hard when you have a cock or anything else up your
arse.  It makes you horny, whether you like it or not!'

`Okay, boys, it doesn't matter whether it makes you horny or not, I am not
going to be caning either of you'.

Ben looked relieved while Johan looked momentarily disappointed.  Then
Johan's face brightened up.

`How `bout you try it out on another boy?', he suggested.

This put a new slant on it and, despite my conditioned reluctance, I was
immediately intrigued.

`Like who?', I asked.

`Like maybe Adi or Kris?  Or maybe Pedro? `

I turned the idea over in my mind.

`Okay, why not?', I said finally.

Ben was out of the room like a shot and returned barely ten minutes later
with the 14 year old Kris.

`Hey Mister, howzit?', he grinned at me a little hesitantly from under his
untidy sandy thatch.

I cast my eyes hungrily over the wiry hardness of his lean brown body with
its disproportionately large cock hanging down like a hosepipe over his
bulbous balls.

`Johan says you want us to do a bit of S `n M?'

`Do you mind?', I asked, feeling a little silly as the words left me.

`Hey, you're the boss, Mister', he giggled nervously, `We here to make you
happy! Don't matter what I mind!'

Johan patted a low sturdily built coffee table:

`Lie here on your belly with your arse hanging over the end and your knees
on the floor!', he ordered.

`Jeez, you gonna just get right into it!', Kris complained.

`Shuddup Kris!  Do it!'

Kris complied.  Johan secure Kris's wrists to the table legs with handcuffs
and his legs with a couple of lengths of rope.

Then Johan offered me the cane.

`Now you hit him hard on the arse, Jonny!'

I hesitated.

`Why don't you give him a couple of lashes first to show me how it's done?'

`Cool!' said Johan.

`Can I also, please?', begged Ben.

`Jeez, Mister, please don't let Johan hit me?  He hits real hard!'

`Shuddup, Kris, don't be such a moffie!', snapped Johan, as he took station
behind Kris and raised his right hand above his shoulder so that cane was
almost touching his back.  Then he brought it whistling through the air to
smack against Kris's tightly clenched buttocks with a meaty crack that made
me wince.

Kris gasped, the breath instantly expelled from his lungs with the shock
and pain of the stroke.  He body went as stiff as a board and every muscle
in his back and buttocks knotted up in spasm.  A fiery red welt mushroomed
instantly over the smooth white skin of his arse.  A hoarse rasping came
from his throat as he desperately sucked breath into his lungs.  A second
later he bellowed as the pain shot like lightning through his body.

Johan waited for Kris to settle down before delivering the next stroke.

`Maybe we should stop, Johan?', I said, `We're going to have hotel security
here if he's going to scream like that'.

Johan laughed.

`Nah, that's nothing!', he said, `He can scream all he wants, no one can
hear him outside this room.  Even if they could hear him, no one's gonna
come!  What happens in your room is your business'.

Johan got ready to administer the next stroke, casting an eye at my sex
tackle as he did so.

`I see you enjoying this already, Jonny, and we just started!', he said
with a wicked grin.

He was right, of course: my cock had slowly lengthened in anticipation
during Johan's preparations but I had thought it was simply the inviting
view of Kris's sexy butt hole revealed by his spread-apart thighs and
heightened by the thought of fucking it later.  But my cock had practically
sprung to attention when Kris screamed in pain.  I shrugged my shoulders
and smiled.

A second time the cane fluted through the air and cracked against Kris's
delectable buttocks.  Another fiery welt sprang up on the smooth white skin
and again Kris screamed.

Johan handed me the cane.  This time I had no hesitation and I laid six
more stripes across Kris's arse, my ears and heart deaf to his screaming,
sobbing and pleading.

When finally, almost at the point of ejaculation, I put the cane down and
Johan kneeled to take my cock in his mouth, Ben picked the cane up again
and gave Kris another four lashes as I climaxed and shot my load down
Johan's throat.  Then Johan and Ben, both of them also at the point of
climax, stood on either side of the still snivelling Kris and stroked their
cocks rapidly to ejaculation, squirting jets of hot slippery cum onto each
other's bellies and dribbling great globs of it onto the smooth tanned skin
of Kris's back.  The two cum lovers then treated me to a show in which they
slowly licked the cum off each other's cocks and bellies and off Kris's
back.

`See, I knew you would get off on it!', Johan said to me triumphantly.

`Yes, but I feel a bit guilty about causing Kris so much pain', I replied.

`It's not so bad', said Kris.  He pointed to a puddle of cum on the coffee
table and smears of it on his belly: `And see ... I also cummed ... while
Ben gave me those last few jacks!'

`Good grief!', I said in astonishment, `Did you really cum from being
beaten?'

`Yeah, my cock always goes hard ... I dunno why ... and sometimes I cum!'

`So next we can cane you to see if you also cum!', laughed Johan.

`That will be the day!', I replied, though without much conviction, `Not
tonight anyway!'

By now it was late and, after I had allowed the boys to suck and fuck each
other to satiation, we all four curled up on the two side-by-side beds and
fell soundly asleep.

When I woke the sun was well up and the boys had already left, no doubt in
need of breakfast and a clean-up.

I showered and shaved, threw on my bathrobe and wandered barefoot down to
the dining room for breakfast.

There were just a few guests at breakfast but each table was attended by a
naked boy.  Their ages varied from, I would say, 12 to 16.  None of the
boys I knew was there.

The table I chose was attended by a pleasant faced young boy of about 14.
He had short black hair and green eyes.  He had the muscular build of a
gymnast.  His large callused hands and thick strong wrists were further
evidence of this and the bruises on his wrists seemed to confirm it.  His
body was only lightly sun-touched ... unusual for a Durban boy, but
evidence of many hours spent indoors on gymnastics equipment rather than on
a beach surfing.  Like all the other boys, however, his sex tackle was
impressive for his age.  A long thick milky white uncut tube hung down over
bulbous balls. His body was smooth and hairless and his pubes had evidently
been shaved, which I always find most attractive on a boy ... it seems to
highlight their youth somehow and was probably the subconscious reason,
along with the boy's muscularity, that I chose this table.

I sat down and the boy fetched me some coffee after introducing himself in
charmingly Afrikaans- accented English as Tiaan.

`So, Tiaan', I asked him when he got back, `Did you have a busy night?'

`No, Mister, I was not working last night, I am on the day shift', he said
with a broad smile.

Oh of course, I thought to myself, Johan and them can't be expected to work
day and night.

`Oh I see', I replied, `So Johan and Ben and the others won't be working
today at all'

`No, you'll only see them tonight again'

I realised that I would have no choice but to try out a new rent boy if I
was going to have any sex that day.

`So what are you doing after breakfast, Tiaan?'

Tiaan smiled again. `Whatever Mister wants me to do, I will be happy to do'

`Okay, Tiaan, you're booked ... you're mine ... for the morning anyway'

Tiaan looked particularly pleased with himself and there was a spring in
his step during the rest of the service.  He hovered attentively just
behind and to one side of me and did my every bidding with alacrity.  He
kept asking me if there was anything else he could do for me.  I got the
impression eventually that he was not referring to fetching anything else
for me to eat or drink.  I realised then that Tiaan's prodigious manhood
was hoist at the near horizontal as he stood next to me and kept bumping
against my elbow.

I followed Tiaan's gaze to another table across the room I realised what he
meant: The 12 year old attendant there was under the table, kneeling
between the guest's legs and sucking vigorously at the man's cock.

My cock stiffened under my bathrobe at the sight but, though I had come a
long way, having this beautiful and sexy boy suck me off at the breakfast
table in full view of the guests still seemed a step too far.

`Um ... thanks Tiaan, but ... I think I'll save it for the bedroom just
now'

`Yes, okay, Mister ... sorry for embarrassing you!', he replied anxiously,
blushing furiously, `It's my first time here and I just wanted to please
you!'

`No I'm not embarrassed', I lied, 'I just had a heavy night and I want to
save my energy for later'

`You sure, Mister?  I don't want to get in trouble with Suraj!'

`You won't get in trouble, I promise you'.

`Thank you, Mister, thank you!  I don't mind the beating, but I can't get
sent home.  I really need the money!'

His desperation was patent and had drawn the attention of the floor
manager.  To put the man at ease I grabbed Tiaan's still erect cock and
starting stroking it.

`Okay, I've changed my mind', I said as I threw open my bathrobe, `kneel
down next to me and start sucking my cock!'

`Oh thank you, Mister, thank you!', Tiaan said breathlessly as he quickly
dropped to his knees and grabbed my stiff cock, clamped his lips around it
and started to suck me awkwardly.  Once or twice his teeth got in the way
and I tried not to wince too obviously, although by now the floor manager's
attention had turned elsewhere.

 It was obvious that Tiaan was not used to this and I wondered how he had
managed to get himself mixed up with this operation.

After a while I gently stopped Tiaan's clumsy ministrations and we left the
dining room together.

Back in my room I sat Tiaan down on the bed.

`Okay, Tiaan, be honest with me, I'm not going to get you into trouble:
You're not a regular rent boy, are you?'

Tiaan blushed and looked sheepishly down at his bare toes.

`No, Mister, I'm not', he admitted quietly.

`Then what the hell are you doing here?  How did you even get invited?'

Tiaan looked as if he was going to burst into tears and I immediately felt
sorry for him.  I sat next to him on the bed and put one arm around his
broad, muscled shoulders and the other on his bulging thigh.

`You're not in trouble, Tiaan, I just want to help you', I said as I
stroked and patted his thigh.

As if I had opened a sluice gate Tiaan poured out his story to me:

Tiaan was an only child who lived with his mother, a teacher at his school.
His father had left them when Tiaan was about 3 years old and he had no
contact with the man and no memory of him.  They lived in a garden flatlet
attached to the home of one of the parents at his school.

As I had guessed, Tiaan was a keen gymnast.  He trained at a club in
Durban's inner city where the coach, a one-time international level
gymnast, had spotted his talent and taken an interest in the young boy.
Tiaan spent nearly all of his spare time training at the club and he had
reaped the reward both in his muscular development, which was magnificent,
and in the many awards, medals and accolades that he had won over the years
since he had started at the age of six.  He had represented his province,
Natal, in every age group since the age of ten and he had just recently
been selected to do so again at the National Championships to be held in
Cape Town in a few months.

However, although the provincial federation provided some financial
assistance, each contestant had to fund the balance of the cost: a thousand
Rand or so.  The problem was that Tiaan's mother simply did not have the
money.  Tiaan did his best to earn some cash by doing gardening, pool
cleaning, car washing and other odd jobs in the neighbourhood.  He even
spent a few Saturday mornings begging at traffic intersections with a
placard hanging from his neck and shaking a money tin, but a thousand rand
was a lot of money in those days and he was making no headway in raising
it.

Just when it looked like Tiaan would have to forfeit his place in the team,
a junior trainer at the club named Bob Painter buttonholed Tiaan in the
changing room one afternoon after school and whispered in his ear that he
had a way for Tiaan to earn the shortfall.  Tiaan was obviously interested,
but when he learned that it involved giving the young man a blowjob, he
declined at first.

`Not because I didn't like him ... He was always kind to me and buying me
cooldrinks `n stuff.  And he's got great muscles and he looks kinda cute.
I saw him watch me in the shower sometimes and it made me kinda horny
before.  I even thought how I'd like him to shower with me.  It's just I
never done sex before and it scared me'.

By the next day, however, Tiaan had reconsidered and found an opportunity
to communicate this surreptitiously to Bob.

A short while later that afternoon Tiaan and Bob slipped upstairs to Bob's
flat and Tiaan, with absolutely no idea of technique, clumsily tried to
give the eager fellow the first blowjob of his life.

`My teeth pinched his cock a couple times', said Tiaan, smiling slightly at
the memory, `Actually, quite a few times, an' he got a bit cross an' said
"Fuckit, man, don't you know how to do it?  There are 8 year olds who can
do a better job!"'

`I said "Sorry" an' he said "If you want your money you gonna have to let
me fuck your butt".  I said "Okay" an' then he fucked my arse.  It was
fucken sore at first but after a while it felt quite lekker an' I could
tell he was enjoying it! '

`When we were finished I asked for my money ... an' he threw a twenty at
me.  I said "But you promised a thousand" an' he just laughed.  He said "I
can get a experienced rent boy for 100 bucks ... why will I give you a
thousand?"'

`I told him I'm gonna go to the cops an' tell them he raped me.  He said
"Do what you want ... they not gonna believe you ... and I got plenty
friends in the cops". '

Tiaan stormed off to the police station.  When he arrived there he met a
sergeant there who seemed to be expecting him.

`Sergeant Scholtz?' I asked.

`How do you know?' asked Tiaan, surprized.

`Just a lucky guess' I replied.

Sergeant Scholtz listened to Tiaan's story and then asked Tiaan to take him
to Bob's flat.  Tiaan readily agreed.  When they arrived, however, Bob and
the policeman greeted each other like old friends.  Tiaan realised that
things were not as they seemed and he tried to leave, saying he had to get
home, but the sergeant took Tiaan firmly by the arm, drew him inside and
locked the door.

`So, Bob', the sergeant said to the trainer, `The kid says you raped him?'

`No way, Sarge!' claimed Bob.  `He's been coming on to me in the gym for a
long time now, and today he offered to let me fuck him for cash.  He needs
the cash to go to the gymnastics championship in Cape Town.'

`So you agreed to do sex with Bob for cash?', Sergeant Scholtz asked.

`Well ... yes ... but he asked me, I didn't ask him!'

`Well that's not rape, boykie, that's just two guys agreeing to have sex!
You lied to me!'

`But he didn't pay me!', spluttered Tiaan, not happy about the course
things were taken.

`Is that so?', Sergeant Scholtz asked Bob.

`Man, I paid him twenty bucks!' said Bob

`Is that true?', the sergeant asked Tiaan.

`Yes, but ...', Tiaan objected.

`So you lied again!, the sergeant interrupted.

`But he was supposed to pay me a thousand bucks!' Tiaan cried.

Sergeant Scholtz and Bob both guffawed loudly at that.  The sergeant
clipped Tiaan against the head:

`You must think I'm a doos (cunt)!', he said to Tiaan, `Which fucken idiot
is gonna pay you a thousand bucks for one fuck with a virgin boy?'

At that moment Tiaan realised he was in serious trouble.

 `Okay', Sergeant Scholtz said to Tiaan, taking out a pair of thumb cuffs
and cuffing Tiaan's thumbs together behind his back.

`I'm arresting you for making false charges against Mr Painter.  What's
your mom's telephone number?  I will have to phone her to come to the
station.'

`Oh please, please, don't tell my mom!', Tiaan begged, `I will do anything,
but please don't tell my mom!'.

`Well ... let's see', said the sergeant, `I'm sure we can work something
out to keep you from going to a reformatory until you're eighteen'.

`Please, please, please ... no reformatory.  I'll do anything ...'

`Anything?  You're sure?'

`Anything!'

`Okay ... I'll let you go ... but then you belong to me!'

`You mean I gotta come live with you now?'

`No, you doos ... it means you do things for me ... whatever I want you to
do!'

`Okay, Mister ... I'll do anything you want!'

And that was how Sergeant Scholtz had acquired ownership of Tiaan's sexy
young body during the preceding week.

 `Bob and the sergeant fucked me a few times in Bob's flat that afternoon.
Bob said "He's such a slut ... see how he likes it" and the sergeant said
"Ja ... you can see he wants more!"  And it's true ... I did like it ...`

`Afterwards the sergeant told me how I can make all the money I need at the
Rajah's Palace.  I didn't really have a choice, `cause he told me to come
here ... but I was excited also.'

Then Tiaan looked at me with pleading in his eyes.

 `Please, Mister, can you teach me how to do man sex properly?  I don't
want them to send me home.  I need the money for the gymnastics and I don't
wanna go to jail.'

I looked at Tiaan, perplexed.  On the one hand I felt I should be rescuing
the kid from the slippery slope that he was sliding down. But on the other
hand I was lusting after his body and thankful for the circumstances that
had made it available to me.

In the end, the lust won and I shut my mind to any further thoughts of
helping him.  I was going to exploit Tiaan's situation to the full.  After
all, he seemed to more than a little willing to be exploited. In fact, it
was obvious that Tiaan was actually excited to be there, really wanted the
sex and was keen to learn more.

` Lucky me`, I thought as I slid my hand up his leg and scooped up the long
and flabby sausage hanging down between his parted thighs.  As my fingers
closed around it I felt it come alive and within seconds it had started to
swell, harden and lengthen.

I put my hand against the firm bulge of his chest muscles and pushed him
gently backward until he was lying stretched out on his back, with his
leather soled feet flat on the floor.

I spent some time kneading and stroking his meaty cock, enjoying the feel
of its hardness and vigour as it pulsed and strained beneath my fingers.

`Gently does it, Tiaan', I said, `You need to take it slowly and gently.
You guys wank yourselves like you're taking part in a race to see who cums
first.  You mustn't be trying to race – you must be trying to make it
last as long as possible and cum last.  It's the same when you're wanking
or sucking your buddy or your client.  Make it long and slow at first.
Your grip must be firm but not tight like you're trying to strangle it.'

`Jeez that feels great, Mister', Tiaan purred, the muscles of his body taut
with the pleasure he was feeling. `I wish I could make my cock feel this
good!'

`You can, Tiaan, just take it slowly, like you're making love to it.  We'll
do it together for a bit'

I released his cock so that Tiaan could close his hand around it.  He was
holding the shaft too low, so I edged his hand up until his thumb and
forefinger closed just at the point where his shaft joined the head.

`Can you feel this point here?', and I gripped his frenum between thumb and
forefinger, `This is where most of the pleasure nerves are, so you need to
give it a lot of attention'

`Yes I can feel it', Tiaan said excitedly, `I wish I had a dad to teach me
these things before!'

I closed my hand over his and gently moved it up and down his shaft.

`Now just use your thumb and forefinger at the tip of your cock and see how
good that feels', I said to him.

Tiaan did so and soon his breath was coming in jerks and starts as his grip
tightened and his movements quickened.

`Okay, now remember you want to make it last', I said, `So stop doing that
a bit and spend some time stroking your body and your balls with the tips
of your fingers, like this.  Make it feel like you're stroking with
feathers'

I feather-stroked his balls, his cock, his belly and his chest with my
fingers to show him how it was done.  He closed his eyes and his body
visibly relaxed as I did so.

After a while I ran my fingers down over his balls into the space between
his thighs.

`Lift your legs up so your knees touch your shoulders', I said to him.

He did so with the perfect control of a gymnast and held them there without
having to pull them back with his hands.  I ran my fingers gently up and
down his crack and then focused for a while on the pink pucker of his anus.

`Do this to yourself for a bit so you get the feel of how to do it', I
suggested.

Tiaan started probing his anus with his strong callused fingers.

`You need to be much more gentle' I said, `You're going to hurt the guy if
you go in there so roughly.  Also, make sure your fingers are warm before
you go feeling up the guy's hole. Suck them warm if necessary.  He won't
enjoy it if you go jabbing him in the arse with icicles.'

Tiaan chuckled.  He seemed to be much more relaxed now and was clearly
enjoying what we were doing together.

I spent the next few hours slowly coaching Tiaan through all the phases of
male sex, carefully teaching him what I had in turn learnt from Johan, Ben
and the other rent boys I had come to know in Durban.

I spent a lot of time teaching him what I knew of the art of sucking, since
this was a skill that he was evidently seriously lacking.

First, so he could experience first-hand what he was supposed to do for the
men he would be servicing, I sucked him off myself in a long slow blowjob
that brought him to a climax that he claimed was the best he had ever had.
Poor boy had obviously not had very many!  He had certainly never been
sucked to climax before.

I then started him on a banana from the fruit bowl in the room, taking the
peel off to force him to work it gently in and out of his mouth.  We went
through several bananas before he was eventually able to suck it for an
extended period without leaving any teeth marks in the flesh of the banana.
Luckily he either had no gag reflex or was able to switch it off.

He then sucked me to climax in such a masterful way that anyone else who
had experienced it would have thought that Tiaan had had more cocks in his
mouth than breakfasts.  Certainly I enjoyed receiving it and it seemed to
me that Tiaan enjoyed giving it.  The boy clearly had a talent for this and
he learned quickly.

When eventually I got to what I thought was going to be the most difficult
for Tiaan: ass-fucking, I discovered to my surprise that although his anus
was pleasantly tight, it was much more flexible and accommodating than I
had expected.  I wondered if the suppleness that is the hall mark of
gymnasts somehow also extended to his anal muscles.  Don't be silly, I told
myself.  I mentioned my surprise to him.

`Oh ... that's because I been practising with my mom's big fat rubber dildo
all week.  Sergeant Scholtz said I better practice stretching my arse or I
won't make it through the weekend.  I have to meet him every day at the
change house on the Foreshore ... where the rent boys hang out ... so he
can check my progress.'

`How does he check your progress?', I asked, knowing the answer already.

`He fucks me in the toilet', Tiaan answered matter-of-factly.

`My arse still gets sore ...', Tiaan said, drawing his legs up against his
chest and curiously probing his anus with a strong forefinger, `But it's a
lekker kinda sore ... like my muscles when I train hard with the weights!'

`Check what I can do with my bum hole!', he said suddenly.

I examined his anus carefully and could see it was moving weakly.

`What are supposed to be doing?' I asked

Disappointment clouded his face.

`Isn't it opening and closing?' he asked.

`it's moving like it wants to open but it's still closed', I replied.

`Oh ... it feels to me like it's opening.  Another boy on the Foreshore
showed me how to make my bum hole open and close, but I gotta practise
more.'

`That'd be a cool trick', I said, `I'd certainly like to see that.'

Tiaan's brow furrowed and his eyes slitted with concentration as he kept
trying to flex his hole open.

After a while he stretched his legs out straight and wriggled himself up
the bed until his head was on a pillow.  I climbed onto the bed and lay
next to him.  He snuggled his head into my shoulder, put an arm over my
chest and a leg over mine so that his semi-erected cock pressed against my
thigh.  His leathery toes played with my foot.

`I like how this feels', he said to me with a shy smile, `Can we lie like
this a while?'

`Sure', I said, `I like how it feels too', my cock tingling in confirmation
of this.

I slid my hand down his back, enjoying the feel of the firm muscle bulges
under his smooth unblemished skin.  My hand moved down over his hard round
buttocks and my fingers explored the valley between them.  My fingers
played with his pucker a while before it flexed open and welcomed my middle
finger.

I gently fingered Tiaan's hole for a while as he practically purred at my
shoulder, his eyes closed and a satisfied smile on his face.

Even as I was doing this we both fell asleep, cuddled together like lovers.
I was pretty tired from all the unaccustomed physical activity and poor
Tiaan must have been exhausted from everything he had endured this whole
week.

I woke up to the sound of insistent knocking at the door.  it was dark in
the room and I had to put the bedside light on.  Tiaan stirred and came
sleepily awake as I did so, yawning and stretching as he sat up and looking
confusedly around him for a while before realising where he was.

I answered the door.  It was Johan, come to check what had happened to me,
since he did not see me in the lounge when the show was on.

`Come in', I said to him, `Where's Ben?'

`He's with another client', Johan replied.

`Oh you got Tiaan with you', he grinned as he came in, `Howzit, Tiaan!'

`Howzit!' Tiaan replied, lifting a palm sleepily in greeting.

`So you know each other?', I asked

`We just met this week on the Foreshore.  He's Scholtz's new rent boy'

`No I'm not a rent boy!', Tiaan exclaimed, `I'm just here this weekend to
make some money'

Johan looked at Tiaan pityingly and then looked at me and winked.

`Okay' was all he said as he got onto the bed next to Tiaan, sitting with
his brawny legs folded under him.

`So what we doin' tonight?', Johan asked, `I had a good sleep and I'm
feeling fris (vigorous) and horny now!'

I laughed. `Are you boys ever not horny?' I asked.

`Guess not!' replied Johan.

`Well I'm hungry right now, so I'm going down to the dining room for a
bite', I said, `Why don't you two get warmed up on each while I'm out?'

`Cool!', said Johan, turning his attention to Tiaan.

 Tiaan, who had been running his eyes hungrily over Johan's prodigious cock
and muscular body, looked delighted at the suggestion.

I threw my bathrobe on and left.  When I looked over my shoulders I saw the
two naked boys already intertwined on the bed as they eagerly explored each
other's bodies with their hands.  I paused to watch a moment.  Johan was
kissing Tiaan open-mouthed and trying to get his tongue in.

`Yuck!' Tiaan gurgled as he pulled away the first time.

Then he seemed to think the better of it and turned back, mouth open and
tongue out.  When I left the room they were tonguing each vigorously and
Tiaan had yet another sex lesson under his belt.

After dinner I returned to the room with Pedro in tow.  We found Johan on
his knees on the bed with his face in a pillow lying on his folded arms,
and Tiaan energetically banging his cock into Johan's raised arse.  Johan
was calling out instructions for Tiaan's benefit.

`Go a bit smoother, Tiaan, you're supposed to be fucking me, not shoving me
through the wall!'

`Sorry!', Tiaan managed to croak hoarsely between pants, but, with the tip
of his cock firmly in charge of his body, his thrusting actually
accelerated and moments later his whole body went into spasm as he crooned
his delight and shot his load deep inside Johan.

When the last ecstatic spasm had passed, Tiaan withdrew his thick cock,
still hard, from Johan's arse and flopped down to lie on his back, his body
glistening with sweat and his chest heaving.

Even as he did so Pedro climbed onto the bed, his cock already stiff,
scooped up some of the cum dribbling copiously out of Johan's still open
hole, lubricated his shaft and casually shoved himself deep into Johan's
fuck chute.

Realising suddenly that everyone except the client was having sex, Tiaan
jumped up and rushed over to kneel at my feet, taking my swollen shlong in
his hard hand and guiding it quickly into his warm moist mouth.

And so began my last night of hard and passionate sex with the Rajah's rent
boys.  As I flew home to Johannesburg the next morning, the memories of the
week's sexual experiences with Johan, Ben, Adi, Kris, Pedro, Zak and Tiaan
paraded through my mind constantly and kept my cock in an almost constant
state of excitement and occasional erection.  Fortunately I was able to
hide it under my tray for most of the way but as we began the descent I had
to consciously smother the sexual reminiscences and concentrate on other
things to avert embarrassment when I would have to disembark.

On the drive home, however, all I could think of was how soon I could
return to Durban and I began to flesh out my idea to do a father and son
sailing trip with Dirk and some of the rent boys.  I had mentioned it to
Johan before I said goodbye and he had been quite excited by the idea.

Then finally I was home and I had no choice but to put them all out of my
mind, until the next time ...