Date: Sun, 6 Feb 2011 08:00:42 -0800 (PST)
From: Bill <bil47_new@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Brothel Boy in Harlem"

Brothel Boy in Harlem
By Bill

The taxi dropped me off in front of Silvia's, a well-known
restaurant in an increasingly upscale section of Harlem, but I
didn't go inside.  Instead I walked three blocks to a large but
inconspicuous townhouse that housed the boy-brothel.  It seemed
that nobody had recognized me since I had left the hotel, which
was both a relief and perhaps a little depressing.  My fame as a
rock musician had peaked more than 30 years ago.  Although my
name is still well-known, and I still tour internationally with
a good band and a small entourage, I'm practically anonymous
when not on stage performing for my loyal middle-aged fan base.
But I was recognized immediately by the well-dressed black woman
who greeted me warmly at the door.

"Come on in, sugar!  Been too long since you been here last,"
said the establishment's manager and the brothel-boys' surrogate
mother.

"Thanks, Althea.  You're looking as gorgeous as ever," I said.
"And it's good to be back in New York.  I got the e-mail
yesterday about your new boy, just after I rolled into town.  I
couldn't resist stopping by for a little lunchtime fun."

After I paid the $1,000 fee, I was led up to a bedroom, and the
woman went to fetch the boy.  The room was furnished in a fresh
modern style, dominated by a large platform bed that was covered
with a satin sheet and topped with a variety of cushions and
pillows.  I quickly removed my clothing, all except the loose
polo shirt covering my paunchy stomach.  (I was in no hurry to
show off my 60-year-old body, even to a brothel-boy.)

I've always used my concert tours as an opportunity to satisfy
my sexual compulsion for young boys.  Here in New York City
there are several brothels that I patronize when I'm in town,
each with its own specialty.  This one in Harlem has its sexy
young black boys; there's an assortment of delightful Asian boys
at my favorite place in Chinatown; Russian and Ukrainian boys
are featured at a brothel in Queens.  And then there's that
wildly expensive establishment in Midtown Manhattan specializing
in very young `boy next door' types – totally beautiful and
surprisingly talented white boys of 8 and 9 years.  I can't
afford to be as free with my money as in the past, however, so I
save that one for a special treat every few years.

I'm also more careful in general about my activities with boys
these days than I was in the past, almost never running the risk
of having a boy brought to my hotel room, except when I'm in one
of the handful of countries that are very tolerant of such
things.  Usually I just slip away from my entourage during the
daytime for an hour of pleasure at a discrete brothel like this
one.  Although I still keep in touch with my circle of boy-lover
acquaintances and trade information about brothels, I have
stopped accepting their invitations to the crazy boy-sex parties
I used to enjoy so much.  But I often think back fondly to those
days of decadent excess.  In fact, as I was sitting there in the
Harlem brothel waiting for my boy to arrive, my mind drifted
back 20 years to an epic cocaine-fueled man/boy orgy I attended
out in California.  The famous host had generously shared many
of the boys from his impressive stable of special young friends,
and his staff had additionally procured an diverse assortment of
young rent-boys, resulting in a ratio of more than two boys for
each of the twenty or so men in attendance.  I must have sampled
the charms of a half-dozen beautiful naked boys that night, but
I spent most of my time having intense sexual fun with a well
known 12-year-old actor who was in the cast of a highly rated TV
show at the time.  The host of the party had been inseparable
from the massively famous little-boy movie star who was his
constant companion back then.  The vision of those two fucking
was burned into my erotic memory, and I closed my eyes to the
memory play out.  I remember host reclining on a custom-made
piece of sex furniture in the middle of his ornate orgy room.
The boy-actor was straddling the pop-star's hips and riding his
cock like a naked little cowboy on a pony, while the man
masturbated the 10-year-old's immature boner.  Jonathan and I,
along with other pairs of naked boys and men, had gathered
around, kissing and fondling each other as we watched the two
super-stars go at it.

In the middle of my mind's travel through erotic reminiscence,
the door opened and an 11-year-old black boy entered the room.

"Hi!" said the smiling lad in a soft cheerful voice.

I looked up, removed my hand from my stiff cock, and watched as
the delicately handsome black boy came toward me, looking like a
model in a catalogue for high-end children's clothing.

"So you're DeShawn."  I recognized him immediately from the
encrypted e-mail I received the previous day.  I patted the bed
next to me, directing him to sit. I wrapped my arms around the
boy and leaned down to kiss him.  As our lips met, the boy's
tongue emerged, eagerly snaking into my mouth.  I sighed with
pleasure as I traded deep tongue-kisses with the compliant boy.

"Take off your clothes, DeShawn," I said as our kiss broke.
"I'll bet you've got a beautiful cock."  In fact, I had already
seen a close-up his erect penis in the pictures I received, and
I was eager to savor its erotic beauty in real life.

The boy hopped up from the bed and stood directly in front of
me, unbuttoning his shirt, unhooking his belt, and unfastening
his trousers so they were poised to slide down his legs.

"You wanna finish undressing me?" he asked in a flirty voice and
with a sensuous expression.

"I think you already know the answer to that question!  Come
closer, sweety."  I drew the boy in, so he was standing between
my spread legs.  Sliding the boy's oxford shirt off his
shoulders and down his arms, I let my hands wander all over the
smooth milk-chocolate skin of DeShawn's slender torso.  Then my
fingers nudged the boy's unzipped trousers, and they slid down
to his ankles, fully revealing DeShawn's skimpy white briefs.
I rubbed the little bulge at the front pouch of the underpants,
feeling the boy's penis begin to stiffen inside.  My other hand
slid behind him, caressing his firm rounded butt through the
thin tight-stretched material.  We kissed again, long and
deeply, arms wrapping around each other in a tender embrace.

"Take off your underpants, sweetie.  Do a strip-tease for me."

The boy smiled, and backed up a couple steps.  Without a word,
he began moving his hips rhythmically in time to imagined music.
His hands moved sensuously over his body in an erotic dance that
further enflamed my senses.  Several times DeShawn lowered the
front or back of his briefs for a moment and then raised them
back up, showing me flashes of his fully-erect penis and his
shapely brown buttocks.  Each time he teased me like that, an
erotic shiver ran through my body.

I began to stroke my straining cock as I watched DeShawn's
dance, feeling the familiar rapid surge of boy-induced sexual
arousal.  There's something unique about a boy on the cusp of
puberty that is totally irresistible, and I could never
willingly give it up.

When the boy finally lowered and removed his underpants and was
totally naked, he continued his erotic dance for my enjoyment.
"Do you like my body?" he asked in a sweet voice as his hips
made subtle little forward thrusts and he inched closer to me.
His fingers lightly stroked the shaft of his pre-pubescent
erection, and he added: "Do you like my little penis?"

"It's absolutely perfect," I told him with total sincerity. The
smooth slender boy-cock stood up absolutely rigid, just over 4
inches in length, with its foreskin pulled back to expose the
cute little dark-brown glans.  Half-size balls dangled in a
small soft pouch, just begging to be fondled and licked.

My mouth was watering as I removed my shirt and dropped to the
floor on my knees, immediately taking the boy's beautiful
erection into my mouth.  I felt the burst of sexual euphoria
that I always experienced when I sucked a young boy's developing
cock down to its hairless base.  One of my hands reached up to
play with his precious little balls while the other went around
to fondle his smooth firm butt.  As my lips and tongue slurped
at DeShawn's immature boner, my ecstatic moans joined with the
boy's high-pitched pleasure noises, filling the room with the
sounds of sex.  This was what I craved – worshipping the cock of
a pre-teen boy, feeling his slender little body, and inhaling
his subtle boy-scent.  The distinctive intoxicating smell of a
young black boy's body always drives me wild with lust.

I worked my mouth aggressively on the stiff penis, knowing from
the cooing sounds of sexual pleasure and the trembling of his
leg muscles that DeShawn was approaching a boyish climax.  With
my lips and tongue racing up and down the slender shaft, I
savored the intense thrill of inducing a dry orgasm from the
boy's twitching boner.  He held onto my head to steady himself
as shivers of pleasure shook his whole body.

I knew from experience that he would be capable of multiple
orgasms, and I was tempted to give him another with my mouth.
But as I lifted my head from the throbbing spit-slick young
cock, I knew immediately what I wanted to do next with the boy.

"Have you ever fucked a man before?"

DeShawn looked surprised.  "No, sir; I never done that to a
man," he said.  "But me and Carlos – he's my friend from back in
the `hood -- we fucked each other lottsa times!"  Then he smiled
at me mischievously. "You really want me to fuck you?"

"Yeah; I want you to," I said, as I lay back on the bed with a
cushion under my butt and pulled my legs back.  "But first I
want you to rim me.  I'll bet you're good with your tongue."

DeShawn smiled at me and winked.  He was good at it alright; not
at all squeamish about diving right in to lick my asshole. He
got on his knees at the bedside, spread my ass cheeks, and
dipped his face down onto me.  His tongue made several long
broad strokes, like licking an ice cream cone, then flicked
rapidly around the sensitive outer flesh of my puckered hole,
and finally stiffened to bore deeply into the circle of muscle
and sensitive nerves.

"OH, yeah!  Keep doing it just like that," I gasped, as DeShawn
rimmed my asshole deeply and enthusiastically.  I would have
enjoyed letting him go on like that forever, but I wanted more.

"Now fuck me!"

The boy went to the bedside table and got the bottle of lube,
slathering it onto his still-rigid little cock.  As good a job
as he'd done with his tongue, I didn't really need the lube, but
what the hell. My butt was right on the edge of the bed, and my
legs were still pulled back.  Standing beside the bed, DeShawn
used one hand on the back of my leg to steady himself as he
leaned in.  His other hand pushed down on his slippery boy-cock
to guide it into position.  His hips thrust forward, and the
finger-size erection slid in all the way to the hilt.

Oh, yeah!  His cock was the perfect length and girth for me.
This was the perfect way to be fucked.  None of the initial
discomfort of a large cock going in.  Just the delightful
feeling of his warm stiff sex-flesh moving back and forth,
triggering all of the pleasure nerves around my anus.  And I
loved being on my back so I could watch him fucking me.  The
look of joy on his face as he moved his body; the way he closed
his eyes and threw back his head as he worked his way to another
immature orgasm.  I slowly masturbated my own cock as I rode the
wave of pleasure, careful not to push myself so far that I came
too soon.  At my age, it would take a while to recharge my cock
to a second erection, and I wanted to save up for more fun with
this beautiful black boy.

As I stroked myself along a delicious sexual plateau, the boy's
hips began moving in rapid jerking thrusts, his body shaking,
and his whimpering squeals of ecstasy signaled a dry-cum orgasm.
I pulled him down onto me, his boner still buried in my ass, and
I hugged him tightly.  We kissed, our tongues sliding together
gently, and my hands wandered languidly over his shoulders and
back and buttocks.

"That was great, DeShawn!" I whispered in his ear as we lay
there peacefully.  "I think you liked it too."

"Yes, sir!  I surely did!"

"My turn now," I said.  "I want you give me a suck, but don't
make me cum.  Then I want you to ride my cock while I lay back,
until I cum inside you."

"I can do that just fine!" he said with a grin.

DeShawn's still-erect penis popped out of my ass as his body
wiggled down do he could suck me.  Kneeling on the floor,
between my wide-spread legs, he parted his lips and took me into
his mouth.  For several intense minutes, his talented tongue
worked at my cock-head with an incredible technique, and then
his lips slid down my shaft.  He took fully half of my erection
with one downward swoop, then backed off a little, then came
down further.  With rhythmic up-and-down motions he sucked me
ever-deeper, effortlessly swallowing my cock into his tight
throat, until he had taken the entire shaft, and his lips
pressed against my short-trimmed pubic hair.  I groaned with
delight as he stayed all the way down on me, massaging my
sensitive glans with his throat muscles.  Damn! This kid had
some impressive skills.

When his mouth finally rose back up the shaft, he gasped for a
breath, but them quickly slid all the way down again.  He began
a slow steady cadence of full-length suck-stokes that had my
body writhing with sexual tension as I clutched at the satin
sheets with my clenched fists.  If he wasn't the best young-boy
cock-sucker I've ever had, he was certainly near the top.

Much as body demanded the relief of orgasm, I also wanted to
take DeShawn up his beautiful brown-skinned ass.  When I pulled
his head away from my cock, it glistened with his saliva.  He
looked up at me and smiled.

"Want me to ride you now?"

"Yes, sweetie.  I want it so much!" I replied.

The bottle of lube was on the bed beside us, and he slathered
the slippery fluid on my throbbing erection and reached back to
quickly finger his anus.  Then DeShawn straddled my hips,
positioned my cock with his hand, and lowered his ass down onto
me.  As I slid all the way into him in one smooth movement, the
look on his face was one of pure pleasure.  His leg muscles
began to flex, making my stiff penis slide back and forth inside
his tight warm ass.  With each up-stroke he dilated his anal
muscle open, and on the down-stroke he clenched tight.  Damn!
That felt so incredible!

I lay back, letting him pleasure me, as I watched his body move.
My hands moved along his sleek thighs, then up to his smooth
skinny chest, and down his taut belly to his exquisite penis.
His slender boner had remained fully stiff throughout, and I
couldn't resist masturbating it.

Grabbing for the bottle of lube, I poured a generous amount on
my hand and returned it to DeShawn's straining boy-cock.  My
whole fist began giving the boy a vigorous twisting hand job.
At first it threw him off his rhythm, as his trembling body
pausing briefly in its skillful mounting of my cock.  Then he
returned to the up-and-down ride, more quickly this time.  My
eyes and ears attested that he was enjoying our coupling every
bit as much as I was.

The growing pressure in my groin signaled that my orgasm was
overdue.  I began to thrust my hips up every time DeShawn
lowered his hips down, and I increased the speed and pressure of
my masturbating hand on his penis.  Both our bodies went into
over-drive as our mutual lust drove us to achieve our ultimate
goal.  He came first, his squealing whimper announcing his
orgasm, as his tight anal muscle vibrated along my cock, sending
me over the edge.  I rode a wave of ecstasy as I spewed pulses
of semen deep into the boy's trembling body.  At last, I pulled
him down onto me and hugged him fiercely as our mouths mashed
together in a sloppy kiss.  God, that was a good cum!

We lay there together enjoying the afterglow of our fuck, and
then it was over.  My lust fully sated, I rose up to get
dressed.  DeShawn continued to lay naked on the bed, posing
sexily for me.  I pulled out my wallet and extracted several
twenties and put them on the bedside table for his tip.

"Thanks, sweetie.  Next time I'm in New York, maybe we'll do it
again."

Walking out onto the bustling streets of Harlem, I felt like I
was walking on a cloud in heaven.


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