Date: Tue, 09 Jan 2007 20:08:45 +0000
From: Matt Finnish <im87793@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Jens

This story tells the tale of Jens, the Scandinavian boy who featured in Part
6 of my "James and Justin" series for Nifty/gay male/incest.

Same comments as usual:  no boys or men were harmed during the writing of
this story.  Don't read it if you're not permitted to.  If you think what I
write about is humanly possible, you need professional help. If you enjoy
it, let me know:  if you don't, don't.


Finally the plane landed smoothly in Munich airport and Sven collected the
two kids and all their baggage whilst their new friends, the two teachers
and their three boys did the same.

The Scandinavian boy, Jens, had his big, black greased butt plug brutally
rammed between his pouting ass lips by his teacher before they left the
plane: he was so eager that not only the plug but also its base slipped
easily into the boy who was able to hold it in place more easily that way.
His other teacher once again clamped his boy nips firmly with the wicked
metal screw-pincers, which were connected by a heavy, swinging chain. He
pulled his T shirt over his head and his young boy tits strained proudly
against the thin cotton. Jens had insisted on having his metal cock ring on
again now that they did not need to go through an airport scanner, and his
balls were separated by a tight leather thong.  His jeans swelled
suggestively at the crutch and he could only just do up the buttons on the
fly over his distended prick and balls which were outlined unmissably to
anyone glancing at the boy.

Jens was a walking sex machine and loved pain and restraint from the men who
used him.  He had straight, shortish ash blond hair and was well built. Even
though he was sixteen he looked younger with his suggestive, heavy lidded
blue eyes and lazy smile. When Jens first came to pre-school at the age of 4
he was already having sex every day with his father and three older brothers
who had taught him how to suck their cocks and how to bring them each to an
orgasm -- either wet or dry.

At first, his little mouth could hardly fit round his father's big uncut
manprick, but he was so eager to have his mouth filled with his daddy's
thick sweet cum that he strained and pushed and licked and sucked, helped
out by his brothers who took their father's balls into their mouths and
licked up and down his long, thick prick helping Jens to push his father
over the edge to the reward of a mouth full of delicious mancum which Jens
craved. Jens also loved his father to cum all over his smooth face and in
his hair, so he could rub it sensuously into his skin and smell the
beautiful scent of his father long after the cum had hardened into thick
white flakes over the pretty little boys' face.

Jens' brothers had first been shown by their father how to fuck their
youngest brother's tight pink little boy cunt when he was very young, and
the boy had come to school already at a stage where he was looking forward
to being fucked by his dad very soon.  But as it happened, that honour fell
to a young student teacher at the pre-school.

Jens loved to be physical with all the men he came into contact with, and
the student teacher stood no chance against Jens' machinations. One day Jens
grazed his leg on the edge of a sand-table and burst into tears, running to
the teacher to show what had happened.  The graze was hardly visible, and
frankly didn't warrant Jens' tears, but the boy knew what he was doing.

He pulled down his little shorts to show the teacher his "wound", revealing
an already stiff little 2 inch boyprick and his tight pink wrinkled sac
which would one day soon hold his tiny balls.  The teacher was mesmerised by
this sight and he felt Jens' boyprick acting like a magnet, drawing his hand
involuntarily towards it. Jens purred with pleasure as the teacher's hand
fondled the little muscle and stroked gently between his legs.  Jens spread
his legs wider and allowed the big man access to his tiny ass, which was
already showing signs of being able to stretch wide enough to accommodate a
grown man's prick.

"Oh yes, sir, please rub me better" said the wicked little boy "I like your
big warm hand there, it makes me feel very good."

The teachers hand explored further, turning the little boy round so that he
could admire the jut of his perfect, pink ass, and watch his finger teasing
at the concealed entry, penetrating just an inch into the boy at first, and
then when the boy pushed back against him, another inch.

"You can put your thing in my poo-hole if you want" said Jens, bringing a
smile to the teacher's lips.  "I know how to do it so it won't hurt and I
won't tell anyone".

"Perhaps we'd better find somewhere a bit quieter where we can have a good
look at that scratch of yours" said the teacher, conscious that there were
some other kids running and playing not far away in the main room. He picked
up Jens in his arms and the boy hugged him round the neck, resting his cheek
against the teacher's shoulder.  They went to the quiet room which was empty
and had a lock on the door.  The teacher's trousers were swelling noticeably
as his prick filled with blood.  The teacher laid Jens on the sofa and
stripped off his shirt.  Jens stretched out with his arms above his head and
wriggled erotically, lifting his legs so that his little boy ass was
visible.  His skilful hands struggled for a moment with the teacher's zip
and belt, and trousers fell to the floor, swiftly followed by his white
shorts.

"I'm a bad little boy aren't I sir!" said Jens "do you think I should be
bent over the table and smacked?"

"Oh yes" breathed his teacher "you are very naughty indeed and deserve to
feel my hand making your bottom all red.  Stand up and come over to the
table."

Jens obeyed with a coy look.  "Is this the right way?" he asked as he bent
over the edge of the table and spread his legs wide, thrusting his perfect
ass towards the teacher.  Who could resist the invitation?  Certainly not
the teacher, who caressed and then lightly smacked the little boy.  Jens
squirmed under the teacher's hand.

"You can do it harder than that" he said "my daddy smacks me when I'm
naughty and he knows how to make it hurt but nice too".

The teacher smacked him slightly harder, and saw the imprint of his hand on
the boy's pink skin.  He continued to smack him, not too hard, but enough to
make the child's cheeks glow dark pink.

"I think that's enough; you haven't been very naughty."

"I can be much naughtier than that" Jens said with a smile on his perfect
face, and he turned to face the teacher whose heavy manprick was standing
rigid on a level with the boy's chest.  Jens gently took the man in both
hands and pulled back the foreskin from the prick head.  His tongue darted
out and licked avidly round the loose skin covering it with saliva.

"Do you want to put it in me?" he asked innocently.

The teacher didn't know what to do -- he struggled for a moment with his
conscience, and decided that the little boy already knew all about sex, so
he wouldn't be corrupting him.

"Yes, Jens" he said "I'd really like to try to do that if you don't think
it's going to hurt you"

"I don't know" Jens replied "but we can try can't we?"

"Have you done this kind of thing before?" asked the teacher, knowing the
answer before he asked.  This little boy had the experience of someone four
times his age it seemed.

The child only smiled.  He licked his fingers and spread spit all over his
little boycunt which was looking red and distended as his ran his fingers
over the muscle.  The man sank to his knees and pulled the boy's ass to his
face, probing with his wet tongue inside the tight ring until he felt the
muscle relax.  He licked one of his fingers and pushed it gently and easily
into the boy.

"More sir, please more fingers please."

The teacher obliged and soon three fingers were easily inside the boy's ass,
feeling a little hard prostate swelling against his touch.

"I'm ready now sir please.  Please push your thing into me and make it feel
good like my brothers do."

"Just relax Jens" and the teacher removed his fingers gently and replaced
them easily with a couple of inches of his hard prick.  The child squirmed
back against the invader and managed to get another couple of inches into
him, but gasped as he felt some pain at this, the biggest thing he'd ever
had inside him.

"Easy now Jens" said his teacher "just let it rest there a moment". When
the
boy was calm, he started to pull back fractionally, earning another gasp
from the boy.

"No sir, please do it some more.  It hurts but it's nice hurt"

The man's prick sank back again and he gently caressed the boy's hard boy
dick and tweaked his boy nips.  The boy thrust back against his body.

"Yes, more sir, more."

The gentle thrust and withdrawal became more insistent.  The boy was
starting to moan with pleasure and the man spat more moisture onto the boy's
ass lips making this fuck easier for both of them.  The boy's ass flowered
open, red and relaxed, and the man's darker flesh pushed mercilessly into
him. They moved together, man and tiny boy, faster and faster and the
teacher's prick would leave the boy's hole completely before plunging back
again deep into the boycunt.

"Sir, more, sir, more, please, more sir, please, more, more, more" screamed
the little boy as his fucking grew more and more intense.

"You little boy slut, take my whole man prick" shouted the teacher as the
whole length disappeared inside the boy's body again and again.  "I'm going
to fill you full of mancum like you've never been filled before, Jens".  The
teacher tightened his grip on the boy's prick and ball sac, and the child
groaned with pleasure as he felt himself held in his teacher's firm grasp.
He could sense the excitement rising in the man fucking him and twisted his
body backwards to meet the teacher's thrusts.  His little prick was rock
hard and held in the teacher's vice like grip.

"I want it all inside me sir" shouted the little boy and shifted positions
so that he was lying on his side with one leg raised over the teacher's.
This let the teacher penetrate even further into the child and he could
easily see his prick sinking deeper into the screaming boy, who pushed back
against his body as both orgasms approached.  The teacher gave one brutal
last thrust deep inside the child and grasped the little boy's prick even
harder as sperm rushed in spasms up his own manprick and then out in a huge
jet filling the child's clenching ass full of mancum, seeping out and down
the boy's legs as load after load left the hot prick and pumped into the
boycunt. Meanwhile the child was screaming in excitement.

"It's the best sir, I love it sir, please do me some more" and his little
body trembled and shook in ecstasy as he was overtaken by the throes of a
little boy's dry orgasm lasting much longer than that of his teacher. His
limbs shook and jerked as he pulled and pushed himself back and forwards
onto his teacher's now shrinking prick.

The man withdrew gradually, not wanting to hurt the boy, and there was a
loud, vibrating fart as shit and cum slurped from the boy's gaping asshole
and ran down his leg.  There was no blood mixed in, despite this being Jens'
first adult fuck, but thick, ropy strands of boyshit, mixed with the man's
cum, oozed in a torrent out of his hole and over the man lying below him.
The little boy lost control of his bladder and let fly an arc of dark boy
piss all over himself and the man, who quickly bent over and took the
spurting prick into his mouth swallowing the child's load of warm, sweet
piss.

They lay there exhausted for a few moments before they silently struggled to
their feet and washed each other down at the hand basin in the corner.
There was a wonderful rich smell of mancum, warm shit and piss in the room.

Jens told his father about his afternoon at pre-school and his father's
thoughts turned to how he could best satisfy his young sons' insatiable
desire for sex with older men.

Jens' father Knut was a Norwegian sea captain, and when he separated from
his Swedish wife, he had come to take up a job in north east England where
the three boys now lived with him.  They had adjusted to life in Britain and
were able to switch effortlessly from one language to another in Norwegian,
English and Swedish -- a very useful attribute in a busy northern seaport.

Knut had cornered the market in a very specific job:  he was captain of a
cruise boat which although it was quite small -- only 20 cabins for about 40
passengers with about the same number of crew both above and below decks --
was always fully booked.

The peculiarity of this cruise ship was that it catered only for males -- all
the crew was male -- and it ran trips lasting about a week each on the high
seas, out of territorial waters of any European country.  This meant that it
was essentially not subject to any of the normal laws of any country,
particularly those relating to sex with minors.

The shipping line was called Young Cruisers, and most people assumed that
the owner was Mr Young:  however, that was not the reason for the name. Some
of the "staff" on-board were very young boys between the ages of 4 and 10,
and the passengers were also encouraged to bring their sons along with them.

There was a promotional DVD which the shipping line distributed to a very
carefully selected clientele which showed the delights of the cruises.

The DVD opened with the usual visuals of the gleaming white cruise ship in
port and a voice over giving details of how to book and where the vessel
went (nowhere very much!).  There were views of the passenger cabins and a
few shots of the dining room with heaps of delicious-looking sea food and
puddings and a bar serving lots of soft drinks as well as harder liquor for
the older customers.  After a few minutes of this kind of generic cruise
shtick, the actor reading the voice over stepped into view, dressed in a
tight fitting and bulging sailor's trousers with a buttoned flap at the
front and shirt open to the chest.  His right hand was holding the hand of a
very small boy dressed identically, who was looking up at him with a broad
grin on his face.

"Now we come to the part you've all been waiting for" said the sailor "the
on-board entertainment. We put on shows for our passengers every other
evening using members of the crew and staff.  On alternate days, we ask the
passengers to devise entertainment, and this has always proved one of the
most popular parts of the cruise.  Let me show you a few clips from last
season on the Young Cruisers!"

The scene opened with a camera close-up on two naked children asleep in bed
-- one was a Chinese boy with beautiful smooth light amber coloured skin.  He
was clutching a teddy bear with one arm and his little thumb was in his
mouth.  Beside him, with his arms around the Chinese boy was a slightly
older African boy with jet black skin which glistened darkly in the subdued
lighting of the cabin.  Two men, fully clothed stood one each side of the
bed pulling back the white linen sheets which had covered the two children.
The Chinese boy had the most gorgeous little boy prick, darker than his
skin, and below it a tiny undeveloped little ball sac yet to be filled with
sperm producing balls.  His little prick was sticking straight out in front
of him, only an inch or so long, but fully erect.  The African boy had an
unusually long boy prick for a 7 year old, its moist head peeping out from a
thin covering of foreskin.  His right hand rested innocently on the thigh of
the little boy beside him.  Slowly, the men laid the sheet aside and they
started to caress the two children on the bed, their hands stoking the
Chinese boy's erect prick and exploring gently between the dark boy's legs.
The scene faded at the crucial moment when the two boys started to wake up.

Another scene took its place.  A young Arabic-looking boy was being lowered,
his legs held firmly by two young men, onto the huge erect manprick of a
massive Samoan man.  The prick was the width and almost the length of the
boy's arm and the boy was wincing in ecstasy and agony.  The great battering
ram of the Samoan was glistening with oil and the child's little anus was
dripping with the same oil.  The camera panned in on the conjunction of man
and boy emphasising the incredible sight it was recording.  The camera
panned up to the boy's face on which was written shock and excitement as the
first inch of the Samoan's prick slid inexorably into his boycunt. The young
men on either side were playing the roles of Nubian slave boys and their
shaved bodies shone with oil.  Their pricks were tightly strapped with
leather thongs which forced their young pricks to stand out dark and angry
from their naked bodies.  The scene faded again.

The next clip showed eight very young boys lying on a white canvas sheet,
their heads together, their bodies radiating outwards like a Busby Berkeley
dance routine from a 1930s movie.  They were all naked and still.  The
camera showed eight older men walking towards the feet of each child, a
strong stream of piss flowing from each of their pricks.  The men walked
above the boys' bodies, covering each of them from feet to head with the
flow of manpiss, until eventually they all stood together pissing down into
the children's open mouths as the little boys gulped down the precious
fluids from their daddies.  The piss soaked their little bodies and ran down
their chests, over their faces and hair until they were completely drenched
in hot man piss.  Then in a coordinated movement, the boys brought their
legs up into the air and doubled over revealing tiny, tight boy asses each
of which had a little black butt plug peeping out of them.  The boys, again
in perfect coordination strained and ejected the plugs from their little
straining cunts and another eight boys in their teens moved in behind them
and sank their young pricks into each gaping boy hole.  The scene faded
again.

The final clip was of little Jens, alone in a dark pine forest.  It was
summer and the boy was dressed in what looked like mediaeval costume -- an
open necked shirt and knee-length breeches.  He was gathering mushrooms from
the mossy banks.  His wicker basket was almost filled with a variety of
fungi when three very rough-looking men dressed entirely in black, with long
flowing cloaks, and masks on their faces came riding up on strong stallions.
  When they saw the boy, they reined in their horses and dismounted.

The boy backed against a tree in fear, his basket of mushrooms abandoned in
his fright.  The biggest of the men ripped Jens' shirt from top to bottom
leaving him bare-chested.  Another man tore at the breeches as Jens
struggled ineffectively, and in a moment they too fell to the forest floor.
The poor child was naked and defenceless. The third man bound Jens' hand
behind his back and snapped a wide leather collar into place round the boys'
neck.  Jens struggled and kicked as the men led him over to where the horses
were tethered.  They forced him to him knees and pushed his face towards the
horse's prick and balls.

Jens threw his head from side to side but the second man held it in place
and rubbed his face against the horse's prick.  The first man forced Jens'
mouth open and the little boy -- who was obviously enjoying every moment of
this "torture" -- started to lick at the retracted horse prick with his
little pink tongue.  As the first man fondled the horse's dark balls, its
penis started to emerge from its sheath and hung down a good 18 inches from
its root.  The little boy lapped hungrily at the huge prick and the horse
released a huge spurt of urine over Jen's face.  The little boy coughed and
spluttered but as the piss stopped, he tried to fit his mouth over the end
of the huge swollen prick.

Jens' hands were untied, and he immediately brought them up to stroke and
caress the horse's hanging penis.  Obviously the horse had done this before
and it did not kick or rear up as little Jens slowly brought it to a climax.
  At the moment of orgasm, the horse spat pints and pints of heavy, fragrant
horse come into the child's mouth and over his face and body, soaking him
completely in sticky, viscous cum. The torrent continued for what seemed
like minutes as the boy continued to jerk on the long, thick horse prick,
gulping and swallowing all he could manage of the animal's cum.  Finally the
flow faltered and stopped, and little Jens leant back, his little boy prick
straining and erect, a huge smile on his cum-drenched face.

As the picture faded, the leader of the masked men (who was in fact the
boy's own father Knut) was pulling the boy to his feet and inserting his
prick, lubricated with the thick horse cum, into the child's wide-open ass.

The DVD ended with a group photo of naked boys and their fully-clothed
daddies all waving happily from the ship's deck as the sun set over the
horizon behind them.

This was Knut's professional life, and it gave him a job he loved with the
added advantages of being able to indulge in every imaginable kind of boy
sex whenever he felt like it:  with his own sons and with the other boys on
the cruises.

He could invite little boys to come to the captain's table at meal times and
in full view of the crew and passengers would pull down their little shorts
revealing eager boy cunts longing to be fucked by the big muscular captain.

He would bring two boys to sit on either side of him at breakfast and would
loosen up their little asses as they sat with their legs pulled up to admit
his fingers deeply into their boycunts. At some meals he got the little boys
to wear shorts with the back seams cut open, and he could sink his long
prick fully into them as they wriggled happily on his lap whilst Knut
finished his dinner with the passengers and their sons watching the floor
show.

Often kids would creep up under his table and open his flies to pull out his
huge male prick; sometimes two or three little boys, encouraged by their
daddies, would suck and slurp away at his prick and balls, swallowing down
his plentiful thick cum or warm piss as he leant back enjoying an after
dinner whisky. And he got paid handsomely for it.  Knut was a very lucky
man.

By the time Jens was 16 he had experienced every possible kind of sexual
perversion and deviancy and was adept with horses (even on one occasion
managing to get partly fucked by a horse prick, inserted with the help of
his father, as he leant over a small table made specially for the purpose)
and dogs as well as with countless men and other boys. He posed for many
series of photos, including the set which had tumbled down from the overhead
locker onto Justin and James. The "school cycling trip" that the teachers
had spoken about was actually set to become a very different event to what
had been originally envisaged.