Date: Thu, 16 Feb 2006 09:28:05 EST
From: INSILVA92@aol.com
Subject: Pablo's Story part 7

This  is a homosexual fantasy and as such will contain unprotected sex,
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On  Thursday as I made my way to the kitchen for lunch I heard my Mother take
a  phone call in her sitting room, the door was ajar. I paused behind the
door to  listen when I heard her say:
"Good  afternoon Mr. Cohen, it's a pleasure to hear from you. I was actually
hoping to  hear from you yesterday."
Pause.
"Of  course I'm pleased that Paul's suit is ready, but it is impossible for
me to  bring him to the shop tomorrow at eleven for a fitting. I know I told
you he has  no lessons tomorrow, but I have a prior engagement at ten-thirty
that will last  until at least four.  That is why I  was hoping the suit would
be ready for fitting by today."
Pause.
"Next  Monday is no good either if there's a major problem with the suit. It'
s his  birthday on Tuesday and on Wednesday he's being taken to my cousin's
in B*****.  I don't know what to suggest."
Pause.
"No,  no, I couldn't possibly let him come on his own; he's too young and
far too  impressionable."
Pause.
"Well, my youngest daughter Rose usually goes into the city shopping on
Fridays, hold on while I ask her."
I  heard my Mother put the phone down, I peeked through the crack in the door
and  saw her go over and open the French windows. She called out to my sister
who was  sat reading in the garden; I couldn't hear their conversation. But I
did notice  that Consuela was cleaning the room. My Mother returned and
picked up the  phone.
"Mr.  Cohen? Rose is going into the city on Friday as usual so our problem is
solved;  she has agreed to bring him to the shop. I've told her to stay in
the shop with  him until you have finished, then she can take him with her to do
her  shopping."
Pause.
"He's  a good boy I suppose, but I've found it rather a burden having him so
late in  life after my girls. Yes, he'll be at the school for a year and
then, if he  passes the exams, which we fully expect him to, he'll go back to
England. No, we  won't really miss him, I hardly see him now as it is, he enjoys
his own company  too much."
Pause.
"And  Good Afternoon to you too Mr. Cohen."
I  went into the kitchen heavy hearted, I hadn't realised just how
indifferent my  family were to me, and no one had told me that I was leaving next
Wednesday yet.  While I was eating lunch Consuela came past and ruffled my hair as
she bent and  whispered:
"My  Leonel will love you, he loves little boys."
Then  she was gone, I didn't understand, Consuela had said "will love" not "
would  love" like she usually did. That was soon forgotten when I thought of
seeing  Jomo again, I wondered what would happen this time. Even though I'd
got nothing  up my bum the memory of my cock down Jomo's throat gave me a hard
on, but I'd  got the Speedos on so it wouldn't show. I'd got 15 minutes to go
before  afternoon lessons and I was just going to have a word with Rose, the
most  approachable of my sisters, when Mother came into the kitchen to tell me
what  I'd just overheard, adding that I was to do whatever Rose or Mr. Cohen
told me  to do. When she'd finished I told her OK and asked if I could have a
suitcase to  pack my things in. She told me she'd tell one of the maids to
leave one outside  my room.
Friday morning I took great care in cleaning myself out; I wanted to be
prepared for anything. I had a raging hard-on so I took a cold shower to try and
reduce my ardour. I was desperate to have a wank; I purposely hadn't cum since
 early yesterday afternoon. But I wanted to show off and be able to cum loads
at  Mr. Cohen's, if I got the chance, so I didn't want to waste my spunk on
the  bathroom tiles. When I'd towelled myself dry I went into my bedroom to
dress, my  stiff cock leading the way. I picked up the Speedos and sniffed them
inside the  crotch; they gave of a strong aroma of boy juices. I'd been
wearing them instead  of my loincloth every day. I pulled on a pair of boxers over
them and then a  pair of cotton trousers and a cotton shirt. I remembered to
put on socks, I  could only find a pair of white ones that were big enough, and
a pair of proper  shoes for the fitting, the shoes pinched a little but I'd
manage.
While  I was having breakfast I heard Mother talking to Rose at the front
door, even  though Rose was 22 Mother kept a tight rein on her. She was telling
her to make  sure I did as I was told, and that she realised we'd be a little
late getting  back because of the fitting, so we we're to have lunch in town.
When I'd  finished my meal I went to look for Rose, she was in Mother's
sitting room. She  looked up as I entered.
"Are  you ready Paul?"
"Yes  Rose."
"Good, the car's waiting we'll set off."
As  usual Tomas was the driver, he wasn't as friendly as usual, and from the
way he  kept coughing and sneezing I presumed he was coming down with a cold
or  something. On the way Rose asked me if it was really necessary for her to
remain  in the shop for the fitting as she had something important to do. I
could hardly  contain my excitement, I'd be alone with Jomo, and probably Mr.
Cohen from the  looks they'd given each other after my fitting. I didn't
particularly fancy Mr.  Cohen, but I fancied what was between his legs, and I wanted
to try sex with a  much older man to see what it was like. Jomo was 22 that
was only 7 years older  than me. I'd guessed for some time that Rose used the
shopping trips as an  excuse to see a man, she was always happier when she
returned home. Trying hard  to hide my excitement I told her it was fine by me.
When we got to the shop just  before eleven she told Mr. Cohen that she had an
errand to do and would he mind  if she left me on my own. Mr. Cohen's eyes lit
up and he hurriedly said it would  be all right. Rose told him she'd be back
for me at two, my eyes lit up, three  hours on my own with other males! She
reminded me to be a good boy and do  everything Mr Cohen told me to do, and then
she left. My cock was rock hard and  straining against my Speedos and I was
oozing precum as Mr. Cohen turned and  beamed down at me.
"Come  on then Master Paul let's get the fitting done," he paused and winked
 suggestively, "and then we can have some fun if you like."
"Oh  yes please Mr Cohen." I replied eagerly, my voice all sing-song like. "I
'd  love to have some fun."
He  put his hand out, I took it and he led me through the shop, we went up
some  stairs and Mr. Cohen opened the door to what turned out to be a workroom
and  ushered me inside. I looked around; it was another large room, there was a
clear  area to one side with an empty table and a low 2 foot square stool in
front of  it, the two walls were all mirrored. Facing the door were five pairs
of tables  with sewing machines on them, and eight men of various ages and
colours sewing  away with different materials. They were all wearing short
cotton smocks and  baggy cotton trousers. Beyond them was a wall with several
doors. As we stood in  the doorway they all looked up at me, I stood as tall and as
straight as I could  and smiled at them nodding good morning, they all smiled
and nodded back. Mr  Cohen tutted loudly and clapped his hands.
"Come  on now, just because there's a pretty young boy in the room don't let
that stop  you working." He turned back toward me. "What underwear are you
wearing  Paul?"
"I've  got a pair of boxers on and the Speedos on underneath Mr  Cohen."
I'd  noticed he'd stopped calling me Master and his tone had become more
commandeering, he was taking charge and I liked the idea.
"Mr.  Cohen's too long winded Paul, you may call me Sir instead. Now I want
you to go  and stand on that stool and strip down to your Speedos, you can
drop your  clothes on the floor, but leave your shoes by you on the stool for the
fitting.  Oh, you can leave your socks on."
Mr  Cohen went through a door were the mirrors ended and I went over and
stood on  the stool. I could sense all the men in the room were watching me as I
slowly  stripped off, so when I bent over to remove my shoes I gave them a good
view of  my pert young bottom. Then I was naked but for my Speedos, I thrust
my hips  forwards showing them my bulging packet, then I turned around slowly
so they  could see my bubble-butt again. A low murmur of approval hummed
through the  room. I was just about to grope myself for the means' benefit when Mr.
Cohen  came back, he'd changed into the same sort of outfit as the others,
but I think  his was made of silk. He was accompanied by another man dressed
like the others;  he was stocky, about 5ft 8 tall and probably 30 or so. He was
mixed race and  quite handsome, his skin was toffee coloured and he had
golden-ginger, crinkly  hair that was cropped short. He was carrying some clothes
over his arm which he  placed on the table. Then he walked over to me and I
noticed that his eyes were  cornflower blue. I couldn't help staring at him, I'd
never seen a coloured  person with blue eyes before. (If any of you watch
football/soccer, apart from  his hair, he looked just like Wes Brown who plays for
Manchester United.) Mr.  Cohen must have noticed me staring.
"This  is Marcel Paul, he's my number one tailor and will be doing any
necessary  alterations. His father worked for mine, and he came over from  France
with me  and my Parents and he married a local girl, Marcel is the  result."
We  shook hands and said hello, Marcel held onto my hand as he looked me up
and  down. I threw my shoulders back and stood as tall as I could. Marcel
licked his  lips as he stared at my crotch so I twitched my cock for him. I was
getting so  turned on by all these men staring at my little boy's body I thought I
'd cum if  anyone touched my aching cock. I must have really turned Marcel on
because I saw  his trousers tent as his cock stiffened beneath them. How long
is his cock I  wondered?
"Let  go of his hand Marcel, you've got a job to do."
Reluctantly Marcel dropped my hand and went over to the table for the
clothes. In what seemed like seconds Marcel and Mr. Cohen had dressed me in a
beautiful tight fitting grey suit, a white silk shirt and a grey silk tie.  Marcel
took my feet one by one caressing them before he forced them into my  shoes.
"Well!" Mr. Cohen said as he stood back to admire me. "Well, you'd be a
proper little gentleman if you had a decent haircut. Look at yourself in the
mirror young man."
I  pirouetted on the stool and looked at my reflection, I looked great, the
suit  was superbly cut. The workers all clapped and one or two wolf-whistled, I
lapped  it up.
"It's  a wonderful suit Sir, thank you."
"No  problem Paul; now we'll pin in the alterations."
They  quickly pinned in what few alterations that were necessary, and as they
worked  even I could tell they were expert tailors. Then they undressed me
and in  minutes I was again stood in my Speedos and white socks. Marcel went
over to a  spare table and began working on my suit. Mr. Cohen offered me his
hand and I  stepped down from the stool. My cock had softened slightly while I
was being  fitted.
"Come  on then young man, we'll go and have some fun now if you still want
to. And  would you like Marcel to join us later?"
My  mouth went dry and I began to tremble with excitement as I  answered.
"Yes  please Sir."
"Are  you all right Paul? You're trembling."
"I'm  just so excited Sir." I managed to gulp out.
Mr.  Cohen kept hold of my hand as he took me through the door he and Marcel
had  emerged from. We entered a smallish square room that contained a long,
leather  covered table with metal contraptions at one end that had leather pads
on their  ends. There were a couple of low benches against one wall and two
chairs and a  leather sofa against another wall. Along the third wall was a long
cupboard.  Standing by the table smiling broadly and totally naked was Jomo.
As I said Jomo  was 5ft 10, naked his coal-black body gleamed in the light
showing off every  muscle of his lean, rangy body, not body-builder muscles, just
muscles. His body  was totally hairless, and he must have used oil because
his whole body gleamed.  I dropped my eyes to his crotch; his stiff coal-black
cock was pointing towards  my face. It was cut, 7 inches long with a slight
mushroom shaped deep purple  knob. It wasn't as thick as mine, but his hairless
ball sac hung further down  than mine, his balls were slightly smaller than
mine. He looked  beautiful.
"Hello Jomo." I squeaked.
He  didn't answer he just opened his arms wide. I ran over and we embraced
kissing  each other passionately; my cock going rock hard, and Jomo's, trapped
between  our bodies, was throbbing hard against my chest. While we snogged,
tongues  fighting, I felt Mr. Cohen's hands on the waistband of my Speedos and
within  seconds he'd pulled them down and off.
"Christ boy, they're soaked in precum; you must be really sexed  up."
I  giggled into Jomo's sweet mouth. Then I moaned, Mr. Cohen had knelt behind
me  and parted my arse cheeks and begun to run his tongue up and down my
sweaty,  hairless crack. Within seconds he'd pushed two fingers straight up my
boyhole  causing me to groan loudly with pleasure. I felt frustrated when he
pulled them  out after a couple of minutes of finger fucking.
"You  and Ramon were right his hole is very accommodating, lets get into a
better  position, we haven't got that much time."
As  Jomo and I reluctantly parted I looked Mr. Cohen up and down. 6ft tall
his body  looked firm apart from a small paunch, apart from his tanned forearms,
hands and  face he was almost as pale as I was. He was the hairiest man I'd
ever seen, his  body was covered from head to foot with pepper and salt hair,
front and back. He  had a thicker, cut, cock than mine that eventually grew to
8 inches, but now  about 6 inches hung down from a mass of pubic hair. Behind
his growing torpedo  shaped cock I could see his big balls in a long, hairy
ball  bag.
"You  were right again, he is too small to fit properly on the examination
table for  the pair of us to use him together; we'll have to use the  benches."
As  they carried the 2 benches to the centre of the room my sexual tension
was  heightened by the way they were ignoring me and talking about me as if I
was  just a sex object. I peeled my long foreskin back and amused myself by
fingering  my precum up and eating it. When the 2 benches were side by side Jomo
covered  them with a padded, shiny black gym mat. Mr. Cohen turned to me and
gave me an  order:
"Get  on the mat on all fours boy with your legs as wide apart as you can
comfortably  get them."
Letting go of my stiff cock I did as I was told. My mouth had gone dry  and
my heartbeat was quickening with the realisation that the sex games were  about
to begin. When I was in position Mr. Cohen approached my head and  straddled
the benches which put his groin level with my face; hefting his cock  he
pointed it at my mouth.
"Now  get me hard boy so that I can fuck your little boy's  bum-hole."
I  opened my mouth and leaned forwards, taking his knob into my mouth. I
lovingly  ran my tongue around it and sucked, but I didn't get any precum. He
pushed his  hips slowly forwards until his knob hit the opening to my  throat.
"Can  you swallow it boy?" he coaxed.
Although his knob at its thickest part was no wider than the rest of his
cock once I had half an inch down my throat I gagged. I tried three times to no
avail. Mr. Cohen pulled back until about three inches of knob and shaft stayed
 in my mouth. He ruffled my hair and said in a kind voice:
"No  matter boy, just get me hard."
While  all this was going on Jomo was finger fucking me with three fingers,
so when I  stopped trying to swallow Mr. Cohen's cock I started moaning from
the pleasure  Jomo's fingers were giving me. I was a little uncomfortable so I
reached out and  grabbed onto and then around Mr. Cohen's hairy thighs which
were surprisingly  firm. His cock was now at its full 8 inch length, and
definitely stiffer but not  truly hard, spongy-hard is the only way I can describe
it. He squeezed the base  and produced a couple of drops of precum which tasted
stronger than any I'd had  before, but I liked the taste and wondered what his
spunk would taste like. I  jumped as Jomo introduced a fourth finger into my
bum channel, he wasn't really  finger fucking me now, he was twisting and
turning his fingers stretching my  sphincter. I carried on licking and sucking Mr.
Cohen's cock and was rewarded  with a few more drops of precum; then Jomo
spoke.
"I  think his hole is ready now Sir."
Without a word Mr. Cohen pulled his cock from my mouth and went behind me
and I felt Jomo's fingers pull out of my boy hole. I felt something in my mouth
and spat out several of Mr. Cohen's wiry pubic hairs, I had to remove one
from  between my teeth with a fingernail.
"Let  him get used to my cock up his bum Jomo, and then you can face fuck
him."
At  that he grasped my hips, placed his knob against my pucker, and pushed. I
gasped  as his knob broke past my sphincter, then, thankfully he stopped, and
I  concentrated on relaxing my sphincter. Being fucked by his thick cock was
a lot  different to being fucked by Ramon's smaller cock, or fucking myself
with my  toys for that matter. Two seconds later he pushed forwards again and my
breath  left my body as he continued his assault on my boy-hole, not stopping
until I  could feel his wiry pubes scratching my hairless arse cheeks. Mr.
Cohen didn't  move once his cock was buried all the way inside me; he was
letting me get used  to the size and feel of it.  I'd  broken out in a hot flush and
my pulse was racing, but I loved the feel of his  long thick cock inside me.
Guessing that they liked it when I didn't talk, I  tentatively squeezed my
sphincter around his spongy shaft, he got the  message.
"O.K.  Jomo, you can face-fuck him now; he's just let me know he's ready for
me to fuck  him."
End of part 7. If you have any constructive criticism, or anything  you wish
to share with me, contact me at _INSILVA92@aol.com_ (mailto:INSILVA92@aol.com)
 Love Paul.
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