Date: Mon, 26 Dec 2011 09:42:52 -0800 (PST)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Life Of Indulgence

Another dream inspired story. I woke up with parts of this in my memory and
as I lie there at 3:30 in the morning the story started to form. Of course
there is no truth to it at all. The usual platitudes about age and legality
apply. For those who stay to read, please enjoy the story. There is
definitely more to come.

Hugs,
Tag_m

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I have money, an obscene amount of money. A huge chunk of it was old money,
as in a couple of hundred years old or more. The rest had been generated by
wise and diverse investments over the past 60 years and continued to
generate millions more in profits every day. Who I am isn't of importance
and even if you heard my name it would mean nothing to you. In fact it
might mean something to only about 1 in 100 million people, maybe less. I
preferred anonymity and my money insured that I got it as had my father and
his father before him and so on. People with money live by a different set
of rules. People with vast amounts of money make the rules and often those
rules are for them and them alone. Amazingly that sort of behavior is
expected and accepted of the wealthy by the average citizen in every
country on the planet.

Being wealthy allows one to indulge in every whim. A person of wealth could
practically kill with impunity. One of wealth could pay others to do
anything and everything imaginable, indulging themselves in ways that the
average citizen doesn't even dream of, and some wealthy do that. I don't
operate that way. Oh sure, I had my little idiosyncrasies, who doesn't. I'd
been known to have a particular chef flown half way around the world at the
drop of a hat because I had a hankering for a specialty dish that he or she
prepared.

I owned a dozen homes in almost as many countries, everything from 50,000
square feet monstrosities to a one room secluded lakefront cabin high in
the Rocky Mountains. I owned personal jets of varying sizes, a little 148
foot yacht, and more cars than Detroit, almost. I threw lavish parties
where most of the time no one knew who I was. I would float from group to
group chatting with people who thought I was another guest. It was at one
of those gatherings that this story takes place.

I had rented the penthouse suite atop a large and venerated hotel in one of
the largest and well known cities in the world. Situated in the hills above
the city, it had a panoramic view of the city and the vast blue sea that
spread out like a blanket before it and the lush green tropical vegetation
that grew up and down the coastline alongside it.

The suite of rooms wasn't as large as the Royal Suite at The Grand Hills
Hotel and Spa in Lebanon which was 44,000 square feet laid out on 6 floors.
Mine was a modest 14,000 square feet on 3 floors and contained a chef's
kitchen, formal dining room, stocked wine room, a huge living room with gas
fireplaces, 4 bedrooms with private baths, untold number of additional
bathrooms, exercise room, small theater, library, two swimming pools and
full spa amenities. The master suite had a private swimming pool and
Jacuzzi and a bathroom that was larger than a studio apartment in most
cities.

From the airport I'd flown in by helicopter which of course landed on the
20th floor helo pad of the hotel. A private elevator whisked me up another
6 floors to the suite. I'd planned a little black tie soirée for 30 or so
people, almost all men. I gave specific instructions to Benedict, my right
hand man, for everything right on down to the serving staff.  Requirements
for the 4 drink servers were extremely specific.

Benedict would do practically anything I required of him and do it to the
best of his ability, which was considerable; coupled with my money it
unequaled. Benedicts' life was in my hands, literally. He had done some
rather nasty things of which I had documented and irrefutable proof and for
which an unpleasant death would be the only option if he were turned over
to the authorities. Benedict was resourceful, unscrupulous but brilliant
and 100% loyal to me. As such my requirements were no problem for him to
accomplish. I was able to view the 4 individuals unobserved by them prior
to my guests arriving and deemed them perfect. As I said, Benedict was
brilliant.

My guests began arriving at 7 pm sharp, all dressed to the teeth. All of
them had flown in from around the world. After being wined and dined a
dozen or so would remain behind to discuss business, which one of my top
managers would facilitate in my absence. I would be very busy with other
things. So, imagine my guests surprise when they were offered drinks from
scantily clad boys.

My drink servers were all 14 years old. I had specified that there be a
black, a Thai, a Caucasian, and an Arab and all had to speak English
although I spoke 5 languages fluently. They had to be 5 feet 6 inches tall,
slender but not skinny, very attractive, well endowed and virgin and by
that I meant never been penetrated or have penetrated another be it male or
female and in addition never been with an adult sexually at all. It was
also required that they be as smooth as possible but prior to serving my
guests, all body hair except their heads be removed and I meant every
single hair. When I observed them I verified everything but their
endowment. That I would verify later along with being hairless, in my
bedroom suite as soon as the business meeting began. Benedict had almost
outdone himself. Each of the boys verged on beautiful. All of the boys had
been prepared as to what was going to be expected of them during their stay
with me which would not include punishment or pain. Well, maybe some
pain. Some of them were street boys, orphans, but be that as it may they or
their families would be compensated to the tune of a year's wages in their
country of origin which may well have been the country we were at right
then. I didn't know, didn't want to know. That information was
inconsequential to me. If Benedict had them flown in from somewhere else,
so be it.

The boys were naked except for a small cloth of a crimson red worn like a
loin cloth that barely covered their boyhood charms, including their narrow
little butts, and was tied low around their waists. I knew well the habits,
likes and dislikes of my guests. I knew that most of them, the women
included spent time with boys, often simply as a diversion, as most of the
men were straight. I knew that they would fully appreciate my taste in
servers and any information about the party or servers would be kept in
confidence. I had considered inviting a few of them to stay after the rest
had left for a little entertainment but hadn't decided fully on that. I had
Benedict provide a 5th individual that was kept in a standard hotel room a
few floors down in the event that came to pass.

I hobnobbed with my guests, chatted here and there with the people I knew
none of which really knew who I was. They thought me a modestly wealthy
European of some flavor, which was way off base, and none of them knew my
real name. I'm sure some of them had tried to gain information about me but
whatever they had come up with was a fabrication.

I was walking away from a discussion when the blonde serving boy approached
me. "Champagne Sir?" His name was Trask and he was a little cutie that
appeared to fill out his loincloth quite admirably. Blonde hair worn a
little long, he had cornflower blue eyes and lashes that any girl would
dream of owning. His body was nicely developed with all the creases and
crevices where they belonged. I took a glass from him and asked what his
name was.

"Forgive me sir," he said politely, "But we are not allowed to provide
personal information to the guests." His voice had not yet made the full
transition to teenage hood and was somewhat high.  I asked how old he
was. "I am so sorry sir but again, we are not allowed to provide personal
information to the guests." His expression was one of honest regret and I
silently applauded Benedict for his thoroughness in training the boys, or
at least this one. "Will there be anything else sir?" he asked. I said no,
thank you and he told me to please enjoy my stay and sauntered off to the
next guest. I thoroughly admired his butt as he walked away from me, the
cloth barely covering his crack. Others around me noticed as well. I was so
looking forward to exploring the boys' body.

The next boy to approach me was Arun, his facial features clearly
identifying him as Thai and a beautiful Thai at that. His slightly oval
eyes were large, dark and intelligent against his light brown skin
tone. His hair was black of course and worn short and flat to his head. His
nose was narrow but flared out at the nostrils above a perfect cupid's
bow. Like Trask he was developed nicely and has a voice that also had not
yet deepened. I put forth the same questions that I had to Trask and got
the same answers with the same degree of deference.

I was chatting with a man and woman when we were approached by Kyte, the
black youth. The boy was a deep enough black color that it was almost blue
and that was offset by the pink inside of his mouth, his palms and the
soles of his large feet. With a body that seemed more developed than the
rest of the boys, his voice was also deeper suggesting a higher level of
physical maturity. His nappy hair was as short as it could get without
being shaved off; his nose was broad and large lips were begging to be
kissed. I had a vision of his pink tongue pushing against Trask's bare
asshole and almost shivered in the delightful image. As the boy walked away
the woman that was standing with me almost swooned and she actually said
quietly,

"God, to spend an hour naked with that boy." The bulge at the front of his
loincloth probably helped launch that desire and I couldn't blame her. He
appeared less contained that Trask had.

Last for me to see up close was Zaki, the Arab boy and once again I had to
applaud Benedict's choice. Curly hair, pitch black and ear lobe length,
softened high cheekbones. Just below his bangs were a set of huge deep blue
eyes, something very uncommon in olive skinned people. It almost made him
look unearthly. Like the rest of the boys his body was nicely defined,
especially in the lower abdomen where the creases of his hip and pelvis
were much deeper and more sharp which seemed to enhance the bulge in his
loincloth. Zaki's lips were full and generous, framing a set of crystal
white and orthodontist straight teeth. His voice had not yet deepened fully
and when he went past me I discovered that his butt might be one of the
best boy butts I'd ever seen. Burying my face and then my hard cock between
those golden globes was going to be a great deal of fun. Watching one of
the other boys fuck him would be enjoyable as well.

As the evening wore on and dinner was served I saw more than one person try
to pick up one of the boys and all were dealt with in a respectful
manner. I also became aware that, aside from their heads, I didn't see a
single hair on arms, legs, armpits, or faces; they were all as smooth as
can be and I knew that the parts I couldn't see would be just as
smooth. The boys floated around the table, quietly asking the guests if
there was anything they could bring them and when a lewd suggestion was
offered the boys deftly dealt with them.

The party finally dwindled to an end and I left quietly, escaping down a
narrow hallway to the private elevator up to my suite, which was the only
thing on the upper level. I changed out of my tux and put on a silk
lounging robe, naked underneath and opened a bottle of champagne and poured
a glass. I carried it out to the balcony by the private swimming pool and
enjoyed the view of the city lights below. It was there that the boys found
me a few minutes later. I heard them coming of course and turned to greet
them when I figured they were about 15 feet away. If any of them recognized
me from downstairs they didn't indicate it.

"Good evening gentlemen," I said pleasantly. The all responded
deferentially with the same greeting using the word sir.

 "Arun would please pour a flute of champagne for yourself and your
brothers. The rest of you please have a seat." The boy bowed slightly and
left the room and while he was gone the others sat and I simply took in the
sight before me. A healthy young boy on the verge of young adulthood can be
a sight to behold. Three of them with the added benefit of being
exceptionally good looking was very exciting indeed. The boys looked at me
as well and I was sure that they were appraising me, knowing what was going
to be expected of them, and found that it might not be as unpleasant as it
might have seemed in the beginning.

I am 36 years old and in as good a health and fitness as a 22 year old
professional athlete and didn't appear to be any older than that either. I
stand 5 feet 11 inches tall and weigh in at about 160. I have a full head
of sandy brown hair that was slightly longer than Trask's. My belly was as
flat as the boy's bellies and while my body wasn't as smooth as theirs was
now it probably wasn't much more hairy than theirs had been 24 hours
before.  I would be considered handsome by most standards, very good
looking by others. Arun returned with a tray and Baccarat flutes of golden
bubbly.

"Gentlemen, a toast," I said and raised my glass to them. They put their
glasses gently together with mine and we took a drink.

"My name is Brion and I assume that you have all been introduced to each
other." They nodded their heads. "I assume too that Benedict explained why
you are here and what you are going to be expected to do." They nodded
their heads. "So then, Zaki, what is your understanding of why you are
here.

"We are here to provide pleasure for you Sir in whatever way you choose."

"From now on you all may call me by Brion; there is no need for sir. Trask,
what exactly does provide pleasure mean."

"It means Brion that you will have sex with us, we will mostly likely have
sex with each other." I asked if that was everyone's understanding and they
each nodded their heads.

"Kyte, define for me what sex means." The boy paused for a moment with the
eyes of the other boys on him.

"It means whatever you choose Brion. It means fucking, getting fucked,
fucking and sucking each other and you, you sucking us and I don't know
what else." I asked the other boys if that was their understanding and they
nodded their heads again.

"And how much are you getting paid to spend time with me?"

"A whole lot," Arun answered for the group.

"So I guess that all of you are okay with the arrangements." Head nods
again.

"Here's the thing you guys. I love boys. I love looking at boys and being
with boys. I love kissing boys, I love sucking boys and fucking boys and I
love to get sucked and fucked by boys in return. I love jacking a boy off
or watching boys jack off, I love seeing and eating boy sperm. I think boys
are about the greatest thing on the planet and you 4 are exceptional
specimens of boys. I intend to drain your young balls many, many times over
the next few days. When I tell you to do something I expect you to do it
without question unless you aren't sure what I mean. I promise you there
will be no intentional hurting of you, disfiguring of you or anything
horrible like that. In fact I intend for it to be the most pleasurable few
days of your life so far. If you please me I may invite you to stay longer
with me, perhaps even travel the world with me for awhile. If that happens
I promise you that you will be rich beyond your dreams. How does that sound
to you?" They all said that it was fine with them; they had no problem with
any of it. When asked, none of them had any fears about being with me and
stated they trusted me completely.

"One of the requirements was that all of you are virgins and I understand
that to be true. I'm curious though about what things you've tried with
other boys." Before we went on I asked Kyte to retrieve a couple bottles of
champagne. While he was gone the other 3 boys and I discussed what they'd
done with other boys which were mostly some mutual jack off sessions,
although Zaki had never done anything with anyone. As Kyte came back Trask
was saying that he and a friend had sucked each other's cocks and jacked
each other off. Kyte poured champagne while sharing that he'd had the same
experience and once had jacked off in a group of 3 boys. When I asked if
they had enjoyed doing what they had done the 3 boys with experience
smiled, nodded their heads and said they had.

I set my glass down and stood up and went to Arun and asked him to
stand. When he did I put my hands on the sides of his face and kissed him
full on the mouth causing him to open his mouth and kiss me back. I turned
and went to Kyte and asked him to stand and did the same with him. With his
mouth open the boys' tongue gently explored my lips so I pushed my tongue
into his mouth and did battle with his. I picked up the gentle fragrance of
his musk. When I moved toward Trask the boy stood without being asked and
when I started to kiss him he put his arms around my neck and kissed me
back fiercely. I broke the kiss with the beautiful blonde boy and stepped
over to Zaki.

"I have never been kissed before Brion," he said and I sensed some fear in
his voice.

"Don't worry beautiful Zaki, I will teach you." I put my hand under his
chin and tilted it up then gently put my lips against his and kissed him
three or four times and after the first one he responded in kind. On the
5th kiss I kept my mouth against his and moved my lips and within a second
he was repeating my actions. I opened my mouth and Zaki did as well and
before it was over I heard him moan softly deep in his throat. I finally
stopped and looked at him.

"How was that Zaki?" He smiled and said that he liked it and I told him
we'd make sure that he got plenty of practice. Despite the boys having
spent the past 4 days together Benedict had insured that none of them had
seen the others naked. Now was the time to change that.

"Kyte," I said, "Please remove Trask's loincloth." The black boy went to
the most pale boy of the 3 and quickly undid the fold that held the fabric
in place and let it drop to the floor, revealing him to the rest of us. His
body was completely smooth, almost 8 inches of pale, thick circumcised cock
was starting to firm up, the head pointing half way between the floor and
straight out. His balls hung nicely between pale thighs, medium sized
eggs. I saw Arun's hand go to the front of his loincloth and gently tug at
his own cock. I commanded The Thai to remove Zaki's loincloth and he did so
quickly, revealing another circumcised cock that looked very close to the
same as Trask's except in a darker tone and much harder, the head starting
to point to the clear but darkening sky. The lack of hair on both boys made
their already above average plumbing look bigger.

"Trask please remove Arun's clothing." The blonde cutie went to the Thai
boy, Trask's cock about half way hard, and quickly undid the fold and when
the fabric fell to the ground the boy's 7 plus inches of uncircumcised cock
sprang up to stand tall and proud in front of his flat belly. Arun had a
fairly nice sized set of balls that hung lower than Trask's pale sac. That
left me and Kyte.

"Zaki why don't you show us what Kyte is hiding," I said to Arab boy. He
moved to where the black boy was standing patiently, Zaki's stiff cock
bobbing in the air as he walked. He fumbled for a moment with the fold,
managed to get it undone and tugged the fabric off. He gasped audibly and
moved out from in front of Kyte.

"Holy fucking shit," Trask said in a voice laden with awe. I couldn't have
said it better myself.

"My God," Arun said, as stunned as the rest of us. Kyte stood there, a
husky black warrior with the largest spear I'd ever seen outside of some of
the villages I'd visited in Africa. The thing went 10 inches easily,
probably closer to 11 or more. He was uncircumcised and the tip of the pink
head was poking through his dark foreskin. The veins that fed blood to the
python stood out on the thick black tube like fat worms under the dark
skin. Kyte's large balls hung very low, 5 inches from the base of his cock
at least, the sac stretched out from the weight of the eggs. The deep
creases of his hips angled sharply downward into his pubic bone which
helped highlight an already remember able cock. It looked like the thing
was trying to get hard but the size and weight of it seemed to prevent it
from rising, kind of like a lumbering B-52 Stratofortress trying to take
off. I felt my body shiver at the thought of having that thing in my ass or
seeing it stuffed up Zaki's tight virgin hole.

I set my flute down on a patio table and asked Zaki to come over and remove
my robe while Kyte untied it. Both boys stepped up to me and when Zaki had
his fingers in the collar the black boy undid the tie. Zaki slid the silk
down over my shoulders then gasped audibly as he pulled it away from my
body.

"That's incredible Brion," he said, clearly stunned by what he was
seeing. All of the other boys wanted to see and crowded around behind me
uttering comments that ranged from awe to fuck.

I wear a complete back piece tattoo that starts on the front of each hip at
the outside of my patch of hair, goes across my flanks and up over the
cheeks, up the center of each side of my rib cage all the way to a point
across my shoulders. There is not one speck of natural skin inside those
lines, it's all brilliant color. The design is of Chinese dragon tails at
the bottom and rising to just below my collar bone with the heads and upper
bodies angled inward and looking down. Between them is an ancient Chinese
man, a wizard, with his arms above him as if commanding them. In the
background a huge mountain looms seemingly miles in the distance with small
bolts of lightning around its peak and all of the rest of the background is
white and gray clouds or mist. I'd had the piece done by one of the most
famous tattoo artists in Asia and his number one apprentice. It took just
under a year from start to finish and cost 50 thousand dollars. Needless to
say there is none like it in the world.

"Can I touch it Brion," Arun asked and I said yes of course that from this
point on none of the boys needed permission to touch me and that included
sexually. If, for some totally obscure reason I didn't want to be touched
at that moment I would let them know and do so respectfully.  All of the
boys put their hands on me, feeling the tattoo from top to bottom and
clucking their approval as they went. Zaki was the first to really move to
the front and touch the very beginning, his fingertips skirting the edge of
my hair. I'd also had electrolysis done so that my moss was permanently a
small patch closely resembling a boy about a year or so into hair
growth. The permanent removal included everything down there so I didn't
ever have to worry about grow out.

The other boys came around front and all of them checked out my plumbing
which was still in a total default state. My cock was a respectable 8
inches of circumcised flesh below which a medium sized set of balls hung,
the heat from outside temperature causing it to be in full hang with all of
the little wrinkles pull out of the sac, except for those large ones at the
top where it fell away from my dick of course. Like Trask, I was normally
pale although I managed to get enough sun to color much of my skin while
avoiding the tattoo.

Kyte still hadn't gotten very hard, Trask was about half way there and
softening while Zaki was till fully tumescent and Arun wasn't too far
behind him. "Boys," I said to them. "I need you to make me hard." They
looked at each other for a moment then Arun and Kyte got to their knees and
started touching, squeezing and fondling while Trask stepped up and raised
his face to mine. I bend my head and we engaged in a kiss that moved into
an open mouth tongue battling thing. I reached down and took hold of his
cock and squeezed it.

"What can I do," Zaki said, "There's no room." I broke the kiss and turned
my head to him.

"There's plenty to do sweet boy, you just don't know how or what yet." I
signaled for him to come closer to my other side and when he did I took
hold of his cock and started stroking it and returned to kissing Trask. I
felt the warmth of a mouth engulph my cock head and glanced down to see
that Kyte was doing the honors. I watched as Arun leaned down and began
sucking on the tip of Kyte's black python while in turn, the black boy was
doing me. I turned my head and bent to Zaki and began kissing him and this
time the boy responded immediately. As I kissed him and rubbed his back
Trask went around and dropped to his knees in front the cute little Arab
boy, gently removed my hand, and began to give adorable young thing his
first blow job.

I felt my cock swelling rapidly then the feeling of Kyte's mouth over half
way down my shaft. I was a little surprised at first then reasoned that if
he had been sucking cocks it seemed plausible that they had been black boys
and further it was likely that they were typically large, although I
doubted they were as big as the boy now attached to my hard cock.

I stopped kissing Zaki and just let the feelings roll through my body. I
looked at each of the boys, all engaged except Zaki whose eyes were closed
and what he was feeling was reflected on his smooth face. I had a strong
sense that this was going to be a memorable if not unforgettable few days,
for all of us. I had never engaged this many boys in this manner, that is,
inviting them to where I was staying at the moment, with specific
instructions and forewarning of what was to take place. It was rather
exhilarating.

As the boys cycled through, each taking a turn on my cock and each other's,
I thought back to my first time with a boy. I'd barely been 13 at the time
and was staying at my father's estate in the Caribbean. I was there for
winter break and had gotten to know one of the gardener's sons, an adorable
young thing a few years younger than me. We'd gone to the beach to swim and
since he had no suit he went naked. I was enthralled with his body, its
color so much darker than my own, and the fact that his cock looked so
different from mine. He encouraged me to skinny dip with him so I did and
lying naked on the beach drying afterward I asked him about his dick. He
explained it too me then slid his foreskin back to reveal a cock head like
mine only much more pink that white. I didn't understand why I started to
get hard but I did and then he did as well. He asked if I'd ever done
anything with another boy and I asked,

"Like what?" He told me then showed me by first playing with my balls then
stroking my fully stiffened dick and sucking it. I thought I was going to
faint. When he asked if I wanted to do that stuff to him I my head
vigorously in a yes motion and he showed me what to do. He didn't have any
hair down there at all while I had a little patch of sandy colored stuff
growing at the base of my dick. I felt his balls and couldn't believe how
soft the skin was. I stroked his cock, amazed at the warmth of it but also
the texture of the skin. I was fascinated by his foreskin and resented that
mine had been stolen. When I put his cock in my mouth I felt like it was
something I'd been waiting to happen for a long time.

He showed me how to jack off and then we did it and I squirted sperm for
the first time, totally amazed that my body could do such things. How I'd
not been introduced to that before I'll never know. The boy of course
didn't make sperm but he sure made a lot of noise from trying. We spend
every day together for the next 2 weeks and every day we got naked and
played with each other. A few days before I was to return to England the
boy taught me how to fuck. Having my ultra-sensitive young cock buried in a
boys butt hole about drove me crazy. I loved it so much that I fucked him 4
times that day and allowed him to fuck me once. On the last night we camped
out together and he taught me how to kiss which I loved also. I fucked him
again a half dozen times, he fucked me a couple of times and we never did
get to sleep until the sun started to rise. When I did wake up after a few
hours' sleep my balls hurt.

It had been a hell of an experience, one I obviously haven't forgotten. My
father ended up selling the estate so I never saw the boy again.

After Kyte had a turn on my cock and stood up I bade him stand still. His
dick had risen to a point where it was slightly above 90 from the ground. I
didn't have to get to my knees but simply raised it up with the palm of my
hand and bent over toward it. I slid the foreskin back to completely unhood
the boy, revealing a swollen head that was the size of the closed fist of a
10 year old. Precum seeped out of the slit so I licked it off then put my
mouth over the head and closed down on it. The musky fragrance was stronger
down there but it didn't stop me from moving my head up and down in order
to suckle the boy.

"Shit I'm gonna cum soon if you don't stop that," Zaki said. I stood up to
see that Trask was honoring the young Arab's cock while Arun played with
the youngling's balls.

"Maybe we should all cum," I suggested and nary a one of them disagreed
with me. I love watching boys love themselves and love watching them as
they cum. I had told Benedict to inform the boys that I wanted them sperm
free for the 4 days they were in his custody prior to the Gathering and to
help insure that he'd kept them busy with one task or another. He had also
informed them that if he discovered that a boy had jacked off he'd be sent
home without fanfare. Given that, I really anticipated a good, if not
spectacular show.

 I elected to make it an informal circle jerk and invited the boys to
arrange the patio chairs so that we could watch each other. They all picked
out a chair, sat down, and began the process of engaging in two of the ages
old favorite past times of adolescent boys. One was jacking off; two was
jacking off with other boys. Boys learn new techniques from other boys so
they spent as much time looking around as they did looking at themselves. I
found it interesting that Kyte had slid forward enough in his chair to
allow his heavy balls to hang free and that gave me an idea.

"Spread your legs out Kyte," I told him as I stood and moved over to
him. When he did I got down onto the tiles that made of the surface around
the pool and slid underneath him. I propped myself up on an elbow and put
my face up against his balls and supported them. I told him to go ahead and
start jacking off again and he did. It was an amazing feeling having his
sac resting against my nose and mouth and chin but also moving along with
his stroking. I felt the warmth of him and drew in the heady fragrance of
boy balls and musk. I wouldn't have minded being smothered to death that
way...death by heavy musky balls, what an obituary that would make. I
decided that I'd like to cum that way some time with his heavy sac in my
face.

"What was like that Brion," Zaki asked me. I suggested that he only way to
find out was to try it.  He asked Kyte if it was okay and the heavily hung
boy said,

"You don't have to ask Zaki, that's what we're all here for." The Arab boy
got up and walked over, his cock bobbing, a hand cupping his smooth
hairless balls, dropped down underneath the black rack and did as I had. He
raised his face until the heavy sac of nuts rested on his face then Kyte
began to jack off again, pulling his hand up higher before letting it
almost drop. Zaki stayed there for half dozen or more strokes before moving
out from underneath Kyte.

"That was interesting," he said adding, "and a really strong smell of
balls." Kyte laughed at that then asked if that was a good thing or a bad
thing. The young Arab boy seemed to think about that for a moment then
said,

"It was kind of nice. I mean, I like the smell of my own balls but it was
just different smelling another boys' is all. Arun added to the
conversation saying he thought most boys liked the smell of their balls, or
at least didn't mind it. I agreed with pretty Thai boy.

That being said we all went back to jacking off and like me the boys gazed
around to see what the others were doing. There was some nut tugging, inner
thigh clutching, a mix of thigh clutching and fingers poking at
balls. There was some belly rubbing, a little nipple touching and Trask
even draped a leg of the arm of his chair and reached down between his legs
to run a finger back and forth across the puckered muscle of his asshole. I
was glad to see that the depilatory hadn't missed the area. After doing it
the cute young blonde boy put the finger to his nose and sniffed in, taking
in his own scent. The move wasn't lost on Kyte who smiled to gently then
closed his eyes for a moment and focused on the big black tube that filled
his pink palmed hand.

"Hey Kyte," Arun called out. When the boy in question raised his head Arun
said, "You ever dock with another boy?" Kyte" white teeth almost blazing
against his dark skin. He nodded his head. I was a little surprised that
the term was used by boys from other countries although not the practice. I
would guess that any 2 uncut boys left alone together naked would have
tried it. Of course Zaki asked what that was while Trask said that one of
his friends had done it to him. Kyte stood up and Arun stood with him and
the 2 boys met in the circle and of course the rest of us stood and joined
them, in close to watch, although I'd seen it done plenty of times.

"You go first," Kyte said to the boy as he held his cock level with Arun's
and pulled his foreskin all the way back. Arun placed the tip of his cock
head against Kyte's then began pushing his foreskin forward and working it
up over the black boy's cock head. It stood out pretty well. Kyte then
worked a finger under the rim of his foreskin and pulled it out so that he
could get another finger in then pulled it open and began maneuvering it
over Arun's foreskin and his cock head. It didn't want to stay there of
course. Arun encircled the shaft right about where the heads were and slid
the skins back and forth a little bit. He finally let go and Kyte's
foreskin started retracting immediately and Arun's shortly thereafter.

"That was pretty neat," Zaki said, clutching at his rigid flesh, "Can one
of you guys do that to my dick." Both uncut cuties said they could but Kyte
suggested they tackle it another time.

"Let's just do a circle jerk," said and got a chorus of "yeah's" so we all
circled up and started the process. I always love watching a group of boys
because you see a whole bunch of different techniques all at once. I
imagined that it would be a hell of a learning experience for our residence
virgin, Zaki. I saw boys clutch at their inner thighs; some boys play with
their balls while other's tugged at their sperm factories. Without any hair
there I knew that all of them would experience more sensitivity in their
sacs. I saw a belly rub or two and even a little nipple play.  Kyte even
went so far as to wrap both hand around his baseball bat and move his hips
to fuck his fists.

I saw a reversed grip for a few moments and more than one corkscrew grip
where you twisted your hand as it slipped back and forth over a swollen
cock head. Precum was seeping like mad and moans and heavy breathing became
noticeable. I figured that Zaki would be the first to cum and the adorable
Arab boy proved me right less than half a minute later.

"Oohhh," he moaned as he tugged hard on his smooth hairless balls and his
stroke slowed. The expression on his face changed to one that appeared to
be a mix of pain and pleasure but we all knew what it was. A stream of
sperm shot out the end of his dick an easy 12 inches or more and landed on
the tile at Trask's feet. The boy continued to pump his pride and joy and
got 3 more good squirts and a lot of droplets and oozing. A fair amount of
boy honey was sliding out and down over his fingers, some of it being
bounced off due to his jacking his cock.

"Nice job Zaki," Trask said, praising the boy who seemed to beam slightly
from the attention. The remaining boys refocused their attention on the job
at hand, so to speak. Moans and groan and heavy breathing continued as well
as the sound of slapping flesh and the squishy sounds of foreskin being
dragged back and forth over cock heads that were seeping precum. All of a
sudden Arun stepped back the group and flopped down in a lounge chair and
leaned back about 40 degrees.

Arun's free hand was along side his inner thigh up close to his balls so
that he could pull slightly at the loose sac with a couple of fingers while
the rest of it moved across the back of his hand.

"Oh God," he mumbled and he squirted. Now, there are squirts and there are
squirts and mostly they're pretty much the same. Arun's squirt looked more
like an eruption from a shaken soda bottle than a jet of sperm. The stuff
sprayed out in dozen's of globlets and splattered his upper chest but also
his face which was by then constricted in the rictus of an orgasm. The
stuff was on his cheeks, his nose, his lips and chin. The second and third
shots were much the same and left his face looking like he had a severe
case of boils only they were all white. Each time he squirted his hips
moved upward as if fucking and his taut flat belly constricted. His cock
continued to spray his upper chest and then his belly as his balls
continued to issue up their stored up juice. Zaki was almost shocked but
Trask and Kyte understood the Thai boy pretty well.

"You want me to cream your face too Arun," the blond beauty said and brown
skinned Asian boy nodded his head. Trask straddled Arun's waist and lower
belly getting in as close as he could. He stroked his cock roughly, his
free hand between his legs cupping his nuts and possible poking at his
puckered little asshole.

"Here you go baby boy," Trask said. I thought the moniker was a nice
touch. Trask's cock head was only about 4 inches from Arun's smooth face
and the first jet of cum hit alongside his nose at the inner crease of his
right eye. Arun's eyes were closed and he flinched visibly as the glob of
warm sperm hit him and draped down alongside his nose and onto his upper
lip. Trask's second stream went a little higher and more above the left
eyes, down over the lid and lashes and onto his upper cheek. The third one
went just under his nose and left a long white streak of jizz down over his
lips and onto his chin and hanging in the air.

Trask seemed to be aware that the shooting was probably over and the rest
would be oozing albeit a lot of oozing. He moved in closer and put his cock
head against Arun's lips and as his sperm oozed out he drug his sperm
leaking cock head back and forth across the Thai boys' pink tinged kissing
machines. Arun opened his mouth slightly which caused the stuff to string
between his up and lower lips and Trask put the very tip inside so that the
next large glob oozed onto the Thai boys' tongue. He pressed inward and
Arun took the oozing flesh into his mouth and suckled gently as if savoring
the nectar of the Gods that boy sperm certainly was.

Trask's balls finally ran out of liquid for the time being and he stepped
away to be followed quickly by Kyte. Standing in the same manner that Trask
had, the darkest of the boys told Arun to reach up and tug on his heavy
black balls. Arun, his eyes still closed, did as Kyte asked and cupped the
sac which all but overflowed in his hand. I still couldn't believe how long
his sac was.

"Use both hands Arun and tug hard on them, squeeze my balls too," Kyte
said. I detected a change in the boys' voice to something more husky than
I'd heard before. Kyte jacked off mostly on the top portion of his snake
like dick and used a twisting motion as he slid over the fat pink-ish
head. I watched his face as it contorted and relaxed in accordance with the
spikes and drops of feeling that was ripping through his ebony body. The
kid really was magnificent and I toyed with the idea of keeping him at my
side for a few years, maybe even getting him trained him to be a body
guard. I didn't spend time in bed with adults but I thought I could manage
Kyte for awhile besides, watching him fuck younger boys would be fun.

"I'm almost there," he panted, "keep your eyes close Arun." It sounded like
a dire warning, like the boy would turn into a pillar of shit or something
if he did open them. "Tug and squeeze Arun, harder." Kyte's cock was only
an inch from the Thai boys' eye when the first gusher hit and when I say
gusher I mean exactly that.

Kyte's sperm was way more watery than cum generally was and maybe it had to
be because of the volume of liquid the boys' big black nuts and prostate
produced. There was a quarter cup of the stuff that hit the eye lid and ran
down it, onto his cheek, found the crevice along side his nose and ran down
over his lips and onto his chin and dripped down onto his body. It was like
someone poured water on the kid. Kyte quickly changed the angle of his
python and the next gusher hit on Arun's hairline and poured down over his
face like a cup of half and half. The third gusher was more at Arun's
temple and with nothing to obstruct it the liquid ran fast down the side of
his face, onto his jaw and off onto his shoulder and down his chest.

I could hear sounds of surprise and awe from the other 2 boys as they
witnessed something they'd not only never seen before but probably had
never even know could exist in their world. Kyte quickly put his hand on
the back of Arun's head and pulled it forward and the last big gusher went
onto the boys' head and quickly ran forward and cascaded like a waterfall
down over his eyebrows and along both sides of his nose, continuing on in
the same manner that the other squirts had.

Kyte continue to jack off and his cock continue to erupt in a watery but
viscous liquid that he directed to the very few and very small spots on the
Thai boys' face that weren't already covered in cooling boy sperm. The
black hose finally slowed to an oozing mode and Kyte rubbed it back and
forth on Arun's face to make sure the boy got it all. As he was finished I
stood along side the chair and got in close and started shooting streams of
the stuff onto the side of Arun's head. Like the boys had done, I also
restrained from jacking off for almost a week so had a fair amount of built
up pressure. My body didn't disappoint. After a couple of jets into his
hair I aimed downward to the side of his cheek and unloaded there. My sperm
ran quickly downward and began dripping off onto his shoulder and breast.

"Zaki," I said, "run into my bathroom and bring back the hand mirror
please." The cute young thing ran off and I yelled after him to get a towel
as well. As he came back I stepped back away from Arun after making sure
that I deposited every last drop of my sperm on his smooth brown face. Zaki
came over, his still hard cock bobbing and weaving in the air, and stood
before Arun.

"Hold still Arun, I want to clear your eyes a little bit," I said and went
about doing just that. When done I told him to go ahead and open them,
which he did, and Zaki handed him the mirror. His first expression was
shock, his second one approval accompanied by a wide grin. There really
wasn't any area on his face larger than a pin head that was free of
cum. The fucking stuff was everywhere from the top of his head to his
nipples like running candle wax.

"Fucking incredible," he said in a tone of voice that verified the words.

"I never seen anything like that before," Zaki said, which of course we all
pretty much knew. Trask said he hadn't either but then he'd never seen any
boy that made as much sperm as Kyte did. I was right there with him. I
thought the black boy might have blushed at all the attention but I
couldn't really tell. I took the towel and gently cleaned the Thai boys'
face and chest. When I was done I said,

"So, shall we shower and play or swim then shower and play?" The boys all
opted for swimming and I guessed that most, if not all of them, had never
been in a swimming pool before.

"Then let's swim."