Date: Sun, 27 May 2012 15:42:01 +0700
From: jennifer houghson <bethengalw@gmail.com>
Subject: Pon's Erotic Show

The story below is entirely fictional and is written entirely for adult
entertainment.
The persons, acts and actions described do not exist and did not occur.

Pon's Erotic Show


He was talking to a couple of older guys and I could only see his back, but
he stopped me in my tracks.  He was about the right height for his age, I
guessed 14, he was not ungainly or awkward in his movements.  As he stood
his legs were parted, standing, I thought, in a sexually provocative pose.

He was immaculate, wearing a light peach coloured sports shirt and tailored
peach trousers.  I could see the line of his shirt as it was tucked into
his trousers, but look as I might I couldn't see the trace of underwear.
If he was wearing any they were very brief or very tight.  The mounds of
his buttocks satisfyingly filled his seat, and his arse crack was
mouthwateringly tempting.  A nice line between left and right cheek, still
no sign of what some call a `panty line'.

As the sky train came to a halt he left the two men and I followed him into
the carriage.  Now I could get a look at his face.  Standing opposite him
in the near empty carriage, I tried not to stare, he was delicious.  Jet
black spiked hair, that caught the light and shone blue, his almond-shaped
eyes were so dark that it was difficult to separate pupil from iris.  His
nose broad and well shaped, over a full, luscious lipped mouth, just
waiting to be kissed; now and again he would run his pink tongue over those
lips, he did it in a too sensuous way for his age.  His jaw developing into
a nice box shape and his Adam's apple beginning to peek through to the
outside world, his face was hairless and as smooth as finest silk.

He caught my gaze and smiled at me, showing gleaming white teeth.  His
shirt loosely draped itself around his chest, his just developing pecks
were outlined as small plates of muscle, cleaving the soft cotton material
of his shirt.  Nibblets of little nipples gently lifted the cotton forming
little lines from each nipple that pointed to his belly button.  As I
looked he smiled again.

I could see now that his trousers, soft and smooth, caressed his thighs and
gently folded themselves around his calves.  They fitted his hips snuggly
and were taut around his crutch, making a brazen bulge.  He wore his cock
like a go go boy, straight up making it seem large and ready for action.
He was a flirt and knew I was looking, watching me examine his crotch he
gave a little wiggle and adjusted his equipment, all the while smiling that
brilliant smile, and flashing his dark eyes in a slyly shy way.

As he got off at Sala Deang he looked at me and smiled, a sign to follow.
I made no attempt to resist.  I followed him into a coffee shop, he sat and
waved his hand as if to say come and sit down.  I took the opportunity.  He
was an angel, satin smooth skin, and firmly delicious lips.  He spoke
reasonable English, he told me his name was Pon.  To my surprise he said
that he wanted to see me again, and could I meet him later tonight.  He
gave me a card with an address that I vaguely knew.  It was one of those
sub-sois off the main gay area, I was puzzled and he saw it.

"Don't worry, be OK, come see me tonight, `bout ten, OK?."

"OK, Pon"

At 9.00 I made my way to the address, the doorway was dark with only a dim
yellow light to show the way.  I tried the door, it did not give way, I
knocked and in a few moments it was opened by a boy dressed in a tight
white latex briefs and vest, his small cock was erect, its little shaft
straining at the shiny rubber.  He smiled and moved aside and escorted me
down the short corridor to another door, this little charmer held it open
for me to walk into the gloom.  Immediately another boy took my hand and
led me to a stage-side seat, a drink was brought, this time I notice that
the 15-year-old waiter was wearing a sky blue satin sheath that slipped
nicely over his semi-hard cock and balls.  It was kept in place by a blue
satin band, tied at both sides, a blue string ran between his arse cheeks
and to the bottom of the sheath.  The sheath was tight enough to see that
his foreskin was slightly pulled back over his cock head, and his cock's
`crown' was prominent and visible.

As he put my drink down I took the opportunity to fondle his satin encased
cock, I could feel it grow under my fingers.  He looked shyly at me and
gave me a broad smile.  Glancing around the small room, there were a few
men sitting near the stage, a few more in the shadows.  I could see one
naked guy sitting facing the stage, on his lap a youngster, his eyes closed
as he pumped the man's cock with his fresh young arse.  They old guy moaned
loudly now and again, and held the squirming boy still, I guess to prolong
the pleasure and delay the inevitable as long as possible.  As my eyes got
used to the shadows I could see a thin trail of pre-cum drizzling from the
youngsters cock.  Below this Asian beauty squatted a farang, mouth open to
catch every drop of the fresh and tasty fluid, he too was naked, with his
member being slowly pumped by a young hand.  This boy would sometimes lean
forward and gently take his partner's cock head into his mouth and lick it
like a lollipop.  The farang's pre juice, now on the lips and face of the
youngster was eagerly devoured by the hungry farang.  The boy was dressed
but what a costume he wore.  A clinging sheer silk white body glove cut off
at the arms and just above the knees.  It showed every rib and bony contour
of this boys' freshly developing body, to make his nipples more prominent
someone had placed clamps on them.  I could see the outline of a fine chain
that joined the clamps together.  The crotch was fashioned into a pouch
that held his cock and balls sung to his body, even in the semi-darkness I
could see the boy's body was smooth with not a sign of body hair.

Then I became aware of a shuffling on the stage, a line of boys all about
13 or 14 were walking on and standing with their hands behind their backs.
Every now and then they would raise their arms above their heads and show
smooth naked armpits.  Each boy wore a variation on a theme.  The basic
`uniform' was a pair of square cut fine silk shorts that clung tightly to
the boy, some in sliver, gold, white, yet others in shiny purple and blue,
all the crotches were perfectly fitted to show their pricklets in detail.
These boys stood a swayed for a while, thrusting their pelvises to the
crowd, fondling themselves and each other to erection, some even showed
patches of wet pre-cum, that made their shorts semi-transparent.  Now and
again a waiter would get on the stage bend on hands and knees and go from
one wet crotch to another just sucking the sticky fluid from the material,
ensuring the see through area became bigger with each suck.  By this time
some of the boys were really aroused, one youngster began a vigorous
stroking of his cock and was instantly told off by the mamasan, who mounted
the stage and slapped him on the cock and balls, he roughly grabbed his
cheeks and spat in his face.  The boy knew better than to cry, he just put
his hands above his head and stayed there for a long while, this was his
punishment.

At an unnoticed command the go go boys formed a semi-circle around a
curtain at the back of the stage.  They had their backs turned to the
audience then I could see that the seat was cut out of each shorts and a
butt plug inserted into every boys' arse.

Slowly the curtain opened a soft pink spotlight hit the back of the stage,
some boys were taking up their positions behind the boys in front.  The
curtains closed, the row of butt plugged boys turned to face me and two by
two pealed away to slowly reveal a line of boys who were wearing silver
mesh briefs, they had been tailored to each little body, and were
crotchless, the boys hairless pricklets swinging free, the foreskin pulled
back a little to reveal the sweet glistening knob beneath.  As they walked
towards the front of the stage I could see that each one had a glistening
cock ring closely fixed at the base of their balls, lifting and pushing
forward their smooth, brown little ball sacs and pricks.

These boys were specially prepared, each had a golden Prince Albert and
every one was tethered to his neighbour with a fine golden chain, they
walked to the front in perfect unison.  Those who slacked behind had a
painful tug on the cock head, to get them back into line.  They stood at
the front of the stage legs parted and hands resting on the back of their
heads to show their immature naked armpits.  The usual Star Wars theme
started and some the butt plugged boys moved behind the boys in front.  A
warm pink light lit the stage and each boy's body glistened with a sheen of
oil and sweat.  At a silent command each boy turned to show his smooth
skinny profile.  As they did the back row boys licked the pits until saliva
ran down the boys sides, dribbling onto their snake-like hips in rivulets.
Slowly the lickers transferred attention from armpit to arse crack, their
tongues and lips working to excite the boy in front.

It was inevitable and did not take long for all them to get their pricklets
hard, foreskins straining to be released over each cock head.  Now all
thirty boys were lost in their own passionate, lustful world.  At last a
boy started to moan and his little pelvis was thrusting at the head of the
stooping boy in front.  His developing abs were heaving with the need to
release the pressure in his balls, soon thin streams of 13-year-old cum
shot through the air and landed on the shoulders and hair of the boy in
front, drenching him and running down his neck and back, eventually to be
soaked into the silken material of their pants, where it made a sticky pool
of delicious sweet ejaculate.  God how I wished I could have sucked up the
sweet stuff into my mouth and savored every drop.

The air wreaked of fresh young spunk, as each boy shot his load on the head
and back of the kneeling boy in front of him who still rimmed the arse in
front of him.  By now there were little pools of cum dribbling on to the
stage.  Eventually the last boy shot over his companion, but every boy
stayed on stage turned to the audience strings of thin boy cum seeping from
their cocks.  The butt pluggers shifted from kneeling and laid on the stage
at a 45o to the punters, their faces directly underneath the waterfall of
young cum, as the flow continued the boys faces glistening with the sticky
sweet cum.

But the go go boys had not yet shot their loads, the young waiters readied
themselves by each go go boy, they  unzipped and removed the go go's shorts
then flicked a switch on the plugs, a buzzing and whirring came from deep
inside each arse as the plugs vibrated.  The go go cocks became harder and
harder, foreskins slid smoothly to reveal glistening cock heads, their
little piss slits shiny and sticky with pre-cum.  The boys' were suffering,
every one was squirming with a need to release his load, some turned to
their neighbours kissed, tongues were pushed deep into willing throats.  It
wasn't long before the inevitable happened, without touching their cocks
and all together, their balls exploded and shot pints of cum onto their
chests and faces, at the first shot the waiters increase the vibrations,
the go go's were writhing, balls the pumping out more cum and rock hard
cocks shooting on and on and on.

Exhausted the go go boys lay still vibrators still whirring in their tiny
exhausted arses, their puckered shit holes now glowing red and sore,
twitching involuntarily grasping tightly the plugs as if to stop them
shooting into their arse holes.

The show wasn't over.  The waiters slowly slid their cock and ball sheaths
off their semi-hard cocks, to reveal each was wearing a set of handcuffs,
tightly shut around their balls.  The waiters bent over their arses
pointing to their friends faces, the waiter behind grabbed a fine chain
poking from the arse in front.  Pulling the chain eventually revealed a
handcuff key, they freed their balls from the handcuffs and walked to the
go go boys heads.  As they did each go go raised their hands to be cuffed,
chains attached, one by one to the cuffs the go go's were dragged from the
stage by a now naked 14 or15-year-old waiter.  All the while the vibrators
kept whirring.  As the boys were dragged from the stage a sticky trail of
spilled boy cum traced their path to the curtains.

God, I had a raging hard-on I would have been grateful for a boys' warm
mouth around my throbbing cock.  The stage lights died, a short break, a
new group of waiters came the floor, my eyes popped.  They walked from
behind the curtain, each one glossy with a black substance.  But it wasn't
a material, like silk or rubber, it followed the contours of to their skin
too perfectly.  As they breathed the movement of their little chests were
highlighted in the dim lighting, like little beams of lights dancing across
their skinny bodies.  Their nipples fully erect, someone had been giving
them a good working over, their delicious belly buttons shone with the dark
substance and their cocks and balls, showed every detail of their not yet
mature anatomy.

A waiter placed a drink on the table, I asked him what he was dressed in.
He said it was liquid latex, just painted on to the skin, it dried and
stayed until it was peeled off.  I admired his shining black second skin,
and touched his cock, the latex expanded with the rising cocklet.  I felt
his pubes not a trace of hair, not a strand, he either looked older than
his years or someone had done a good job at getting rid of his pubic hair,
his cock base was smooth and silky.  I inspected his cock head, the latex
was like a paint on condom, it completely sealed his Japs eye, feeling
around his arse I discovered that this boy too was butt plugged, I searched
for the switch and turned it on.  Instantly his boyish cock stood to
attention as he thrust his pelvis to my face.  I sealed my lips around his
prick and took a good suck, the latex tasted of blueberry, these people had
thought of everything.  `I'll wait until later,' I thought.

I asked this baby angel if he knew a boy called Pon?

"Pon, new boy, he do show tonight."

By this time I wanted to piss, and made my way to the toilet, as I did a
boy emerged from the shadows and followed me.  The room was dimly lit, I
was in for a surprise, instead of piss pans there were youngsters, tethered
against the wall by a thick leather strap around their chests, their legs
were spread wide with straps around the boyish thighs and calves, they were
further supported by a leather covered pole, and their feet dangling free
in the piss channel.  Dim yellow down-lights automatically came on as we
approached.

I was confused, but my escort led me to one of the young boys, he unzipped
my fly fished for my throbbing cock and took it out.  He pointed it at a
boy and fondled my perineum, my piss flowed over the chest and belly of the
boy-urinal, then down his smooth pubes and flowed from his dicklet, like he
was pissing himself.  When I had finished my helper placed his mouth over
my cock head and sucked the last drops of piss off my cock.  Then the
inevitable happened, I shot my hot load down the boyish throat.  My hips
bucked like a broncho into the mouth clamped tightly around my cock, it
seemed that my spunk would never stop, I held his head making sure that his
lips were sealed tightly around my cock base.  This little fucker was not
going to waste any of my seed.  When I had spent my load, I pulled his lips
off my still raging erection and wiped the spit and cum slick into his hair
and on his smooth cheek.  I left him in the toilet and returned to my seat.

The usual go go display was on the stage, about 40 or so boys, younger than
I had seen all night, all smiling and all bollock naked.  They were swaying
to the music and their little foreskin covered pricks gently followed their
movements, their smooth balls just about following.  A spotlight picked out
each boy in turn and a master of cocks (MC) would give details of the boy.
The first one was called Ton, and according to the MC he was 13 and a half,
willing to please his master, and would do anything.  His speciality was
bj-ing dogs.  And to prove it the MC ordered an Alsatian onto the stage,
the dog was already in a state of arousal, Ton got between the dog's hind
legs and wrapped his little mouth around the doggy member.  In no time the
dog humped his sweet face and Ton had a load of canine cum over it.  The
dog having done its duty was led off, and Ton returned to the line up,
poochy prick-juice still dripping from his lips.

Number two a delicious 14-year-old boy, Chai, who had a cock that any man
would be proud of, was a new member of the troupe.  The MC said that he had
not had his cherry broken yet, and asked for someone or a couple to make
sure that he was ready for his first `off fucking'.  There was a rush to
the stage, but the MC wanted only three or four to fuck this boy.  The MC
selected four men, all Caucasian, as each man was selected a go go
undressed them and sunk the adult cocks into their young mouths, in no time
the men were hard and ready to go.

Chai was brought forward, his man-size cock hard and throbbing, already
oozing pre-cum.  Two other boys, who forced him to bend over, held his arms
in front of him to support and restrain.  The cute face was beautiful, and
his smile genuine.  The first man approached, slowly walked around the boy
and stopped at his head, taking Chai's face roughly in his hands he looked
at him, stooping the man said `Get ready you are going to be fucked good
and proper.  Are you ready?'

Chai gave an innocent look and smiled.

`Are you ready?' With the question the man hit Chai on the face, a crack
sounded around the room and there was silence.  Chai simply said `Khop Khun
Krap.'

The man walked behind Chai, his man-cock leading the way ramrod stiff and
slowly pulsing.

He rubbed his big hands around Chai's butt, relishing every inch of this
boy's satin-like skin.  Then his finger found its aim, Chai jerked his head
backwards, and smiled broader.  A waiter placed some lube on the man's
finger, then a squirt on Chai's puckered unbroken cherry.  The man slowly
inserted his finger into that dark cave, slowly at first then more deeply
and urgently, right in, up t the last knuckle, he began pumping his finger
in and out slowly.  Removing the finger a second was lubricated and
inserted, then a third, by this time Chai was sweating streams, and biting
his lip because he knew if he screamed his pain he would be punished.  Five
minutes of finger fucking and Chai was open and ready for the rogering of
his life.

Again the man's cock was lubed by a young waiter and positioned at Chai's
shit hole.  With a violent thrust his cock was shoved into the virgin hole,
Chai jerked forward and his oversized cock was pointing straight ahead,
throbbing with each thrust.  The man was near climax, his thrusting was
more rapid and less co-ordinated, sweat was dripping from his face onto
Chai's smooth back drenching the kid in salty man sweat.  The man's body
was glistening from the effort, then he became rigid and yelled, he was
pumping his load into Chai's arse, the man's cheeks twitched and flexed as
he fell forward onto the kid's back.  Panting, he took some time to
recover, but recover he must because his performance was not yet over.

The 1st guy was gently coaxed from Chai's hole, his cock now limp and weak,
still dripping the last of his ejaculate.  The second guy was brought
forward, his cock lubed and inserted, the process was repeated by the other
two.  Chai was exhausted, sweat mixed with grime was flowing in streams
down his neck and back and dripping on the stage from his cock.  Cum was
now seeping from his arse and mingling with the sweat on his arse crack and
thighs, he was given a short time to recover.  But not long the two of the
four fuckers were led back onto the stage, their erections now supported
with cock-rings.  They laid on the stage, legs intertwined so that their
cocks were touching, and double fuck was on the cards.

Chai was carried forward by four naked waiters, his legs outstretched; he
was placed over the double cocks and lowered onto them.  The men did not
need to do anything, as the waiters thrust Chai's body up and down, his
arse ramming into the two-man cocks.  This was too much for Chai who had
not yet shot his young cum, but now his ball bags burst into action and
emptied his sacs.  Juvenile cum shot across the stage, landing on one lucky
bastards face, he lifted his hand to wipe it from his face, and then licked
every drop from his hand and fingers.

Number three, a sweet faced, slim hipped boy named Goe, the MC claimed that
he loved to bath in man piss.  As soon as his words were out of his mouth
than a bathtub was wheeled on the stage.  Most of the men had been drinking
and were full of piss, the MC asked for volunteers for to give Goe a piss
bath.  There was a rush to the stage, ten or more men waited while Goe laid
in the bath, a broad smile on his face.  The first exposed his cock and
pissed over Goe's head, the amber liquid ran down his face and Goe licked
it from his lips.  The second aimed directly at his face, again Goe opened
his mouth wide and simply swallowed all that was given to him.  The others
pointed their pissers over his thin body and cock.  The was relishing in
it, splashing it over his body and washing his face and hair in the salty
fluid.  When all the men had emptied their full bladders, Goe walked to the
front again and stood there dripping the last of the piss onto the stage.

Soe Soe, a delightful Burmese youngster's speciality was scat, he like the
feel and smell of shit on his body.  Now the MC did not ask for volunteers
for this, but a group of 13 year-olds was ushered onto the stage.  They
bent over to the audience to reveal big plugs stuffed deep into their
arses.  Soe Soe, was taken to a low steel table and laid down on it, his
hands and legs were tethered by steel bands to his sides.  The first boy
straddled his neck, a waiter roughly pulled the plug from the young teens
butt, and almost instantly a plug of chocolaty brown shit shot from his
hole.  Soe Soe closed his eyes and relished the moment.  The shitter then
began to rub his dirt into Soe Soe's cheeks and neck, until it was a smooth
coating.  The show continued, with all five boys progressing down Soe Soe's
body, dumping and smoothing until he was covered in the dirt of the five.
He was in ecstasy, then the boys turned to each other and as a finale
smeared the shit onto each others bodies.  Their naked pubes, becoming
excited and erect, three-inch cocklets sprang to life and throbbed with the
joy of shit and youth.

And it progressed to the last of the 15 youngsters on stage.  When that
show was over, there was another interval of a few minutes, after all the
stage had to be cleaned and the air freshened.

I took the opportunity to relax and have a drink, for the first time in two
hours the stage was empty and dark.  I just wondered what the next show
would be like and when would Pon appear.

End of Part One