Date: Sun, 15 Apr 2007 14:01:53 -0400 (EDT)
From: Herb Cat <herb_cat@lycos.com>
Subject: Rip Folder: Around the World 2 London

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Please note: this story depicts oral and anal sex between male adults and
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British Airways flight 116 took under 7 hours, but with the time change, it
was almost 8 AM London time when they arrived. Pepito had to be carried off
the plane, and didn't even wake up as they went through customs, gathered
their luggage, and caught a cab to the hotel. The young man at the
reception desk assumed Malcolm and Maria were married with two young boys
and gave them a room with two queen size beds. Malcolm decided to take it
easy the first day and let their bodies get over the jet lag. They were
only a block from Hyde Park so they walked over and watched the King's Own
Royal Horse Artillery go through its equestrian maneuvers. After lunch,
they took a cab to Hamley's on Regent Street, and compared it to F A O
Schwartz. Malcolm wanted to find a uniquely British toy. After a couple
hours of looking, he finally spotted a lead set of the Royal Horses they
had seen that morning. Malcolm purchased it and had it shipped back
home. He also picked up a beautiful!
 ly illustrated edition of "Peter Pan."

They ate an early supper and settled in for a relaxing evening of
television. Juan was amazed to find that the Brits do not bleep the "bad"
words like they do on American TV. "Wow, they say `fuck' all the time!"

Later, alone in her huge queen, Maria glanced over at the threesome in the
next bed, smiled and thought to herself how fortunate she was. Little
Pepito was fast asleep again. His epilepsy had been stable for nearly a
year, and he could just enjoy having fun like every other little boy. This
was the first time Maria actually witnessed Juan sucking Malcolm. She could
see Malcolm was not as big as her beloved Pedro, God bless his soul. She
turned away and entered dreamland as Malcolm began applying KY to Juan's
sweet ass hole.

.oOo.

The next day everyone felt more energetic, so they went to Regent's Park,
rented a rowboat and Malcolm rowed about the lake while the boys fed bread
crumbs to all the ducks. "Wow, look at that neat house, Malcolm. It's right
in the park. I wonder who lives there."

"That's a very special house, Juan. The American Ambassador lives inside."

"Wow! An American lives there? That's so cool. I'm gonna write about it in
my blog."

After they returned the boat, they walked right next door to the London
Zoo. They were watching the monkeys playing when a couple teenage boys next
to them pointed to two monkeys and laughed, "Look at the buggerers!" After
they walked on, Malcolm explained to Juan that that was a slang word for
homosexual, like "fag" or "fairy." And that it wasn't nice to call people
names like that.

"Not even monkeys?"

"No," Malcolm smiled, "not even monkeys."

They stopped at a sandwich shop and picked up lunch, then went to Green
Park for an early picnic. "Look at that house across the street, Juan."

"Wow, that's even fancier than the one we saw in the park. Who lives
there?"

"The Queen of England."

"Wow! You think she's there now?"

"Look up at the roof. You see that flag flying there?" Juan nodded. "That
means the Queen is at home."

"Neat. Hey, what are those people doing? They're all lining up like a
parade is coming."

"It's almost time for the changing of the guard. Come on, we can watch
too."

In the afternoon, Malcolm took them to the British Museum. Malcolm led the
entourage and tried to make it the day's history lesson. At one point he
pointed out a bust of Julius Caesar. Pepito interrupted. "Hey, I heard of
dat guy. He had epilepsy just lige me! Dr. Gupta told me that didn't stop
Julius Caesar him from being a great ging." Later on Pepito thought the
Egyptian animal mummies were really cool. Juan thought the naked "frisbee"
thrower from Greece was the best. Maria thought her feet were going to fall
off, so Malcolm got a cab back to their hotel. When they got to their room,
Juan took off his clothes and grabbed the tray under the water pitcher and
pretended he was the statue in the museum. Malcolm said he would have been
the handsomest boy in the Olympics. He too got undressed and the two lovers
began making out. Maria smiled, then laid down and took a nap, while Pepito
starting drawing a picture on the computer of men in fancy uniforms riding
h!
 orses. Soon, the only sounds in the room were those of sexual excitement
as Malcolm fucked away at the young Olympiad's gold-medal boy hole.

For supper, they went to a pub around the corner from their hotel. Juan was
surprised they were going into a "bar." But when they got inside, he saw
many families with young children. He thought that was cool. He liked being
a boy but he also liked doing things that some people think only grown-ups
enjoy. Malcolm ordered fish and chips for everyone. "Hey, where's my potato
chips?" Juan complained when the plates arrived. Malcolm explained that in
Britain, chips are what we call french fried potatoes. Juan said he was
going to write that in his blog.

After supper, Malcolm asked Juan if he had ever heard the story of Peter
Pan. Juan thought a little. "I think I saw the movie once, a long time
ago."

"Well, sit here on the bed beside me. You too, Pepito, and I'll read you
the story. You know the man who wrote the book, James Barrie, liked to play
with little boys just like I do."

"Really?"

"Sure. Lots of famous men loved little boys. Richard the
Lion-Hearted. Braveheart. Even Julius Caesar, Pepito."

"Yeah, he had epilepsy just lige me and he was a great ging. But I never
heard of dose other guys."

"Well, we'll have to look them up on the computer later. Right now, let's
hear about Peter Pan."

That night, Juan dreamed about flying to the land of lost boys. And Pepito
started planning the picture of pirates he was going to draw.

.oOo.

The next day, they took some time out in the morning to do their wash at a
laundromat and get their haircuts. Malcolm smiled, thinking how interesting
it was going to be to attend to these necessary chores in a new language
every couple weeks.

Then they went to Hyde Park, and as the boys were walking along a path by
the lake, they suddenly saw a statue of Peter Pan. "Wow, that's neat," they
both agreed. Then Malcolm led them to the speaker's corner. "What's that
man talking about?"

"At the speaker's corner, anyone can get up and talk about anything he
wants. It's real freedom of speech."

Malcolm wanted to do something special for little Pepito, so they took a
train to the Stratford Station and walked to Discover, a place built just
for kids Pepito's age, where they can have fun exploring their
imagination. Pepito met Hootah who comes from the planet Squiggly
Diggly. His planet doesn't have enough stories, so Hootah came to earth to
absorb all the stories he can (he has sponge feet) and mix them up to make
new stories. Pepito and Juan slid down the monster's tongue, crawled
through the willow tunnel, and had lots of fun as Malcolm and Maria sat and
watched.

Malcolm thought they better start getting used to exotic foods if they were
going to go around the world. So, as they walked back toward the train
station, he suggested they go to a Thai restaurant.

"Do I gotta wear a tie?" Pepito asked?

"No, Pepito," Maria explained. "Malcolm means they serve food from
Thailand."

As they walked into the Thailander, Juan said, "Wow, this place is
awesome." Its decor was like a Buddhist temple.

After eating bowls of tomyums and dishes like tiger cry and phad thai, they
ordered banana fritters with ice cream for dessert. "I like Thai food,"
Pepito said.

"So do I," agreed Juan. "Are we going to go to Thailand?"

"Well, I guess we should. You're the boss. I'll add Bangkok to our Maybe
List.

Juan and Pepito started giggling uncontrollably, at the name Bangkok. "Come
on, Malcolm, let's go back to the hotel now and bang cock!"

"You silly niño," said Maria, but of course Malcolm thought it sounded
like a great idea. Back at the hotel, Maria took Pepito and Oso to the
dining room for "high tea." She was going to write some postcards to her
friends, but Pepito used his Hootah mixing bowl imagination to tell Oso and
his mother stories about pirates in Buddhist temples wrapping their dogs
like mummies so they can visit the queen who had a room full of buggerer
monkeys, each one with a monkey bone through his nose.

Upstairs, meanwhile, Juan and Malcolm undressed each other, laid down on
the bed and 69'ed. Malcolm was convinced that Juan's little dick was
getting longer by the week. Soon, his own balls were crying for release. He
took the KY from the bedside table, made a mental note to pick up a few
more tubes at the chemist's, and lovingly applied it to his lover boy's
soft sweet hole. He then put a dollop in Juan's hand and let the youngster
rub it on his turgid adult cock. Those sweet little hands massaging his
already throbbing mantool were almost too much for Malcolm, but he managed
to hold off his ejaculation. Both of them wanted the cum to go up inside
the boy's little arse, as they began calling it here in London. Juan laid
back on the bed, held his knees in his hands and spread his legs
invitingly. Malcolm smiled at his lover, placed the boy's little feet on
his shoulders, and held his tiny waist in his hands. "Are you ready, my
sweet angel?"

"Yes, I can't wait. I want to feel your cock inside me." Juan closed his
eyes and felt Malcolm's knob pressing on his little sphincter begging to
come in. He breathed deep, pushed as if he was going to shit, and his
little boy hole opened up and swallowed that wonderful rod. "Yes, yes,
yes." He couldn't think of anything else to say.

"I love you, Juan. You are the sweetest boy on earth. But . . ." Malcolm
couldn't speak any more. He was holding his breath and in a few seconds,
warm manmilk was exploding into the young boy's love tunnel. Thrust after
thrust yielded more and more spurts. Covered in sweat, Malcolm finally
collapsed on top of the boy. "Juan, you make me so fucking happy."

"You make me happy too, Malcolm." They laid there several minutes just
kissing and nestling in each other's warm bodies. Finally, Malcolm said
they should go shower. He picked up the baby and walked to the loo. "We
bang cock real good, don't we, Señor Toro?"

.oOo.

Juan's blog September 18 - London is a fun city. But people spell things
different here like colour and metre, and they got different words for
stuff like lift means elevator and WC means toilet, and they drive on the
wrong side of the road. We rode in a bus with two floors. We sat up on top
and could see everything. Yesterday, we went to Wimbledon, and saw the
Tennis Museum. Tony, if you are reading this, we saw your picture
there. Malcolm was real proud and told all the strangers around us that he
was your first coach. He told them that you was real good even as a kid and
he liked taking you to tournaments. We saw the Water Gardens and we could
see all over London from there. And we ate at the Renshaw Café and for
dessert we had strawberries and cream. Hmm, Hmm. Did you eat that here,
Tony? Then last night, we went on a "Ghost" tour. That was so much fun.

I been doing my math. Every time we buy something, Malcolm makes me change
the pounds to dollars to see how much it really is. Pounds is the money
here in England. Today, Malcolm said we needed to do some Science. So we
went to the Science Museum and downstairs they got this swell place where
kids can do experiments and stuff. It's neat.

Everyone is talking about the weather. They use celsius temperatures here,
so I have to change them to fahrenheit to know how hot it really is. Next
week it's supposed to get real hot, at least for September, and our hotel
doesn't have air condition, so Malcolm said we will go to Brighton for a
few days. I'll write and tell you guys about it.  Juan