Date: Tue, 24 Apr 2007 10:09:16 -0400 (EDT)
From: Herb Cat <herb_cat@lycos.com>
Subject: Rip Folder: Around the World 3 Brighton

Copyright 2007 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without
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Please note: this story depicts oral and anal sex between male adults and
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Malcolm rented a car in London. He said they could have taken the train to
Brighton; it's only an hour south of London, but they had all their luggage
to carry. And anyway, it would be a good chance to see some of the British
countryside. They got up early, dressed and headed off for a few days in
the sun. He tried to stick to the side roads because he wasn't used to
driving on the left.

Maria liked getting away from the bustle of the city. They drove through
little villages with names that made both boys giggle, like Newdigate,
Bewbush, Cowfold, and Henfield. Each one had a little church, and homes
with beautiful neat little gardens. Malcolm wondered how his lawn back home
was beginning to look under Harry's care.

"It's too bad we weren't going to Brighton in June," Malcolm
remarked. "They have a famous sand sculpture contest then. Or
August. That's when the gay community puts on a big carnival. I bet you
boys would have enjoyed that."

"Are there lots of gay guys there," Juan asked.

"Brighton is called the Gay capital of England." Malcolm remembered reading
John Hart's 1992 book, "Jizz," which takes place in Brighton in the year
2012. He recalled it was about a man who needed to consume other men to
survive. It was full of funny puns.

As Malcolm approached the seaside town, Juan and Pepito were amazed at what
they saw. Lots of little stores, and windmills, and guys walking all around
in shorts and t shirts and sandals. Juan saw a big fancy white
building. "Is that the Dodger Hall, Malcolm?"

"What? Oh, you mean the Taj Mahal. No, that's in India. But this sure does
look like it, doesn't it? It's called the Royal Pavilion. Maybe tomorrow
we'll go inside it. And let's put the real Taj Mahal on our Maybe List."

They signed into a hotel where each room had a balcony overlooking the
beach. Air conditioning didn't seem to be very common in British hotels,
but with the windows open, they had a wonderful salty breeze. Maria wanted
to take a shower after riding in the car all day. When she came back out
with her robe on, she saw Malcolm and her two sons on the bed, all three
naked, one boy tucked in each of Malcolm's protective arms, fast asleep. "I
guess they're tired," Malcolm whispered. "Could you pull that cover over
us, Maria? I was afraid I'd wake them if I reached for it."

"Of course, Señor Malcolm. Are you chilly? Do you want me to close the
window?"

"No, no. I just thought you might be embarrassed with us laying naked
here."

"He, he, Señor Malcolm, my boys, I been giving them baths since they was
babies. And I seen your penis also many times already. And I even seen it
like it is now, hehe. It looks very happy standing up like that." Malcolm's
cheeks turned red. "I think you are the embarrassed one. I will pull the
cover up for you."

"You are so sweet, Maria. Gracias. I don't just mean thank you for the
cover. I mean Gracias for letting me love little Pepito and letting me make
love to little Juan."

"No need to thank me, Señor Malcolm. I know that you make my boys happy,
especially Juan." She looked at her two angelic sons contentedly resting in
the man's arms. "You boys rest. I'm going to sit out on the balcony and
enjoy the view of the sea."

After a few minutes, Maria heard sounds behind her. She knew her sons were
awake again. Then she began to hear sounds of slurping and sucking,
accompanied by gratified moans. Soon, Pepito came out on the balcony
announcing, "Juan is sugging Señor Malgum."

"I know. Are you chilly, Pepito? You have nothing on."

"Nah, I'm oh gay." Pepito climbed up in his mother's lap and nestled
between her warm robed breasts, and listened to the sounds of sex
inside. "Señor Malgum loves Juan, doesn't he, Mama?"

"Of course he does. And Señor Malcolm loves you too, Pepito. He told me
when you were asleep."

"Really? But he stigs his peepee in Juan's mouf and also in his poopoo
hole. He calls it fugging. And Juan likes it. Do you think he might fug me
like that some day?"

"He might. I think some day, Señor Malcolm might like that a lot, little
Pepito. If it makes you happy." She wrapped her warm arms around his little
naked body and thought how much her babies had grown, as the symphony of
pleasure continued to play behind them.

.oOo.

They asked the manager at the front desk to recommend a restaurant. Hearing
their American and Hispanic accents, he told them to try the Cactus
Canteen, a few blocks away. They sat up on the roof where they could see
the exciting town below, and ordered Tex-Mex dishes, which were even better
than the Taco Bell back home. They started with an appetizer of Santa Fe
Skins. Then the boys ordered chimichanga, Maria quesadilla, and Malcolm
some sizzling fajitas. Maria had a glass of Tequila. Malcolm joked about
coming to England to eat Mexican food. For dessert they had warm blueberry
muffins topped with ice cream.

The next day, they toured the Royal Pavilion, and were heading across to
the big pier, when a group of motorcycles drove by. There must have been
hundreds. They learned that the Brightona was going to be next week. This
race is held every year to raise money for a local heart charity. As they
continued to walk, they passed leather men everywhere, along with an
assortment of drag queens, guys making animals out of balloons for kids
like Pepito, and various street musicians. It was a lively place. The
foursome tried their luck at the Pitch and Putt, where Pepito somehow hit a
hole-in-one and instantly became a golf celebrity. As Juan and Pepito took
a spin on the carousel, Maria told Malcolm what Pepito had asked the
previous afternoon. "Really? He said that? That is so sweet. When we think
he is ready, Maria, I would be happy to make love to him."

"I knew you would, Señor Malcolm. I know it would make him very happy."

"None of my boys have ever been that young. I certainly don't want to hurt
him."

"Oh, I know you would never do anything to hurt a little boy, Señor
Malcolm. You are too kind and gentle." She did not voice her thoughts about
the small girth of Malcolm's tool, compared to her Pedro, God bless his
soul. "You will know when the time is right."

The boys hopped off their horses and ran over to their Mama and
Malcolm. "Gee, the water looks great," Juan remarked. "Too bad we left our
bathing suits back in the hotel."

"Well, Juan, let's walk down the boardwalk a little way." After ten
minutes, Malcolm said, "Juan, take a look over there on the beach. What do
you see?"

"Wow, the guys there is all naked. This is a nudey beach. Wow. Can we take
our clothes off, Malcolm, and go in the water? Please, please."

"I don't see why not. Do you, Maria?"

"Yippee, it's just like swimming at the lake! Come on, Pepito, let's run."

The four of them got settled on the beach, and Juan, Pepito, and Malcolm
started stripping off their clothes. To their surprise, Maria too began to
unbutton her blouse. They soon realized that she had worn a swimsuit under
her clothes. "Hey, Mama, how did you know to wear your bathing suit?"

"We're right by the sea. A mother always thinks ahead."

"Mama, that's cheating. Hehe." Juan went chasing Pepito down to the water,
both their dicks flopping freely. Malcolm slipped off his briefs and
followed them, leaving Maria sitting by the piles of clothes. Maria sat and
soaked up the warming rays as her little ones played at the edge of the
still cold water with Malcolm. They seemed so happy. Another naked little
boy about Juan's size had joined them as they splashed and frolicked. Life
seemed wonderful.

After a few minutes, Malcolm came sauntering back up the beach. "Brr, the
air may be warm, but that water is still freezing!" He plopped his naked
ass down on the sand beside Maria. "Too bad you didn't think to bring
towels."

"Me, Señor?"

"You said that mothers always think ahead, hehe. Don't worry, I'll just lay
here in the sun and be dry in no time."

"It's a beautiful day, Señor Malcolm. Gracias for taking us here. I was
just thinking how wonderful life is. I see Juan has a new little playmate."

"Yes, you know how amiable he is. He seems to be a magnet for new
friends. The boy's name is Lyle." Malcolm took another look at the boy: he
was the same height as Juan, but skinnier and much paler in complexion. He
had dirty blond hair that didn't seem to know which way to lay. He appeared
to be about Juan's age (later he learned Lyle was only 9 1/2).

Malcolm would have liked to share Maria's enthusiasm for the pleasant day,
but he had noticed something that troubled him. It seemed they were not the
only ones on the beach watching the youngsters. Fifty yards down the beach
sat a naked man who also had his eye on the boys, and his hand on his
dick. Malcolm could certainly understand how a grown guy could get turned
on by the sight of some sweet little boy ass, but he immediately slipped
into his protective and possessive mode. No other man was going to touch
his precious angel. Malcolm kept a wary eye on both the man and the boys,
but didn't say anything to their mother. Maria hadn't seemed to notice the
other pedophile on the beach. As they say, it takes one to know one.

After about a half hour, the boys came running up the beach, three little
dicks flopping merrily up and down. When they got to Maria and Malcolm,
Juan said, "Adios, Lyle," and flopped down on the sand, followed by
Pepito. Lyle went running on to join the man who was the object of
Malcolm's surveillance. Hmm, so Lyle belongs to him, thought Malcolm. I
still don't trust him, though. Maybe he uses his son to attract chicken
meat for his jollies.

In a few minutes, Lyle and the man stood up, grabbed their beach bag and
picnic basket and headed toward Lyle's new friend. Oh, shit, Malcolm
thought.

"Excuse me, blokes. I see you didn't come prepared. I brought an extra
towel that you are welcome to share."

"Gracias, Señor," Maria spoke up, taking the towel and drying her boys'
shivering legs. "You are welcome to sit with us if you'd like." Lyle
immediately sat down with his friends.

"Why thank you. The name's Dexter." Before Malcolm could say anything,
Dexter's big bare ass was parked next to his own, and he was learning
everyone's name. "Lyle says you are from the States. How do you like our
little town?"

"It is so pretty. Do you live here, Señor Dexter?"

"I do, but Lyle lives up in Birmingham with his dad. He loves to come down
here on weekends to visit me."

"Oh," Malcolm found his tongue. "I thought you were Lyle's dad. Are you his
uncle?"

"No, no, just a friend of his father's. We belong to the same club
actually. Listen, we have a big lunch here, much more than Lyle and I can
eat ourselves. Please join us." And without waiting for an answer, he
opened the basket and began passing out sandwiches.

"Gracias, Señor. It's just like the loaves and the fishes."

Pepito looked at his sandwich, puzzled. "What you mean, Mama? This ain't no
tuma fish sangich."

"He, he, no, I mean like in the Bible. When I was a little girl, the nuns
at the convent told us the story when Jesus [she pronounced it hay-soos]
was by the water just like we are now, and he was preaching to a big crowd
of people, thousands of them. And they were all hungry, but one little boy
just like you, Pepito, had a couple loaves of bread like tortillas, and a
few dried fish, and he gave his lunch to Jesus and Jesus used it to feed
all those people!"

"Wow, like magic, I like that story, Mama."

"He, he, well I'm no Jesus though," Dexter laughed. "If I tried walking on
that sea out there, I'd get my arse wet right quick." All three boys
giggled, and even Malcolm began to warm up to the stranger, and enjoyed his
sandwich.

After lunch, the three youngsters went back to the water, and Pepito
convinced his mother to go with them to help make a sand castle, using the
empty cups from lunch. Dexter then spoke to Malcolm, "Maria has two fine
lads there, Malcolm. They must make you very happy. Have you known them
long?"

"How did you know I wasn't their father?"

"I could tell by the way you look at the lady and at the boys, Mate. A
father looks at his boys different than a lover."

"I beg your pardon?"

"I know how you feel about those two, especially that Juan. He's one bloody
eyeful. Please, don't worry, your secret's safe with me. Lyle and I are
lovers, also."

"Wow, really? Do his parents know?"

"They're divorced and Lyle's dad has full custody. Yes, he knows all about
it. In fact, he has a little boy as well."

"Is that the club you talked about?"

"You got it, mate. We're just a few men and boys. We used to be a chapter
of PIE until that group disbanded in 1985. Ever hear of PIE? No? Well,
Paedophile Information Exchange was actually formed earlier than the NAMBLA
group you got in the states. But it couldn't survive the pressure."

"I used to belong to NAMBLA. I don't attend their meetings any more, but I
still give them a donation each year."

"So, how much does Maria know?"

"Everything."

"What, really? You are one bloody lucky bloke. You ought to go to those
NAMBLA meetings though."

"Oh, I don't need them right now. I have my angel."

"I don't mean for your sake, Mate. Do it for Juan."

"Huh?"

"Look, I know you want to protect your old arse. The fewer people who know,
the better, and all that. But I found it's good for Lyle to see that other
boys and men do what we do. It shows him he isn't doing something weird."

"I never thought of it like that."

"Also, most of the time the boys have to be so secretive about their
love. They can talk to their mates at school about sports, and video games,
and all kinds of shit, but they can't talk about the thing that fills their
life with meaning. A club gives them an outlet, a chance to talk to other
boys with no worries about what they say."

"Hmm, interesting point."

"Hehe, it even gives them a chance to brag. About what they do, and about
dick size, you know. All young boys like to brag when they get into sex,
but our lads don't have the opportunity. I'd really urge you to reconsider
attending NAMBLA meetings, for Juan's sake."

Malcolm had had a steady succession of boy lovers for twenty years and
thought he had all the answers, but Dexter was giving him a lot to think
about. "I'd like to talk to you some more, Dexter."

"Listen, Lyle has to go back to Birmingham tomorrow night, but I'm sure
he'd love to see Juan again. Why don't you two come over to my place for
breakfast tomorrow morning. Let Pepito spend the morning getting some
quality time with his mum. Oh, I see you're a little concerned. Look, we
don't need to trade boys or anything like that. I can tell you aren't about
to let a strange bloke plow that lad's pretty brown arse. No, we'll just
have some fun together, the four of us."

.oOo.

Malcolm and Juan got up and showered early. Maria said she and Pepito would
spend the morning at the Sussex Toy & Model Museum. She thought it looked
like a fun place for a little boy. Pepito was still naked when Juan and
Malcolm kissed him goodbye, hoping he would have lots of fun. It only took
ten minutes to walk to the beach house where Dexter rented a suite. They
rang the doorbell and Lyle opened the door wearing no more than he had on
at the nude beach. It didn't seem to bother him that there were crowds of
people walking by on the street, heading off to work or to the beach. But
then, this was the gay capital of Britain. The sight of another penis was
nothing special.

"Hi, Juan, come on in. You too, Malcolm. Dexter's making us breakfast."

"Is he naked too?" Juan asked. "When I go to Malcolm's house, we don't put
on clothes neither `til we get ready to go out. And at the lake, we never
get dressed." Juan was already unbuttoning his shirt.

Malcolm walked into the kitchen. "Anything I can do to help?"

"Yeah, you can start by getting your clothes off, Mate. You're making my
fuckin uncomfortable." Malcolm tossed his shirt, pants and undies on a
chair. "That's better. Now get the OJ and syrup and butter out of the
fridge while I finish these pancakes. Oh, pour yourself a cup of coffee."

"You know, Dexter, you were right. As soon as we got here, Juan started
telling Lyle about the things he and I do. Things he never spoke about to
another boy his age."

"You see? I told you so." As they finished getting breakfast out, Malcolm
told Dexter about the big world travel adventure. When they set the stacks
on the table, both boys dug in with gusto, as their adult lovers looked on
and smiled.

After breakfast, they went into the living room where each chair had a
clean towel on it. "I like to have lots of towels," Dexter said. "That's
why I had an extra one yesterday."

"Be prepared, as the Boy Scouts say," added Malcolm.

Juan and Lyle both started jacking their boy dicks. "Come on, Malcolm. I
want Lyle to see what a nice big cock you got." Malcolm and Dexter smiled
again and started jacking with their boys. Soon all four were sporting
stiffies, two nails and two rods. Juan remarked casually he jacked off four
times a day. Lyle countered that he jacked off eight times a day. Juan then
said twenty, and Lyle said a hundred. Malcolm and Dexter laughed at this
version of the age-old penis war.

"I guess both our boys do a lot of masturbating, Dexter."

"Yes, and they both seem to be real good at it also."

Malcolm didn't have any problem maintaining an erection because his eyes
were focused on the love of his life, the beautiful Juan. He watched him
sitting beside his new buddy Lyle and smiled, for in Malcolm's eyes, Juan's
little brown dick was so much nicer than the English boy's.

Juan, for his part, was looking at Malcolm and also smiling. He was happy
that now someone else could see what a wonderful man his Malcolm was. So
many times he had wanted to tell his classmates about this man, and his
wonderful cock, but no, it was a secret. He wished he could write in his
blog about the way he made love to him, and how special Malcolm made him
feel, but no, it was a secret. He would have loved to stand there in Hyde
Park and shout to the world that he loved getting fucked by this wonderful
handsome man, but no, it was a secret. It's awful hard for a little boy to
keep such a precious secret bottled up inside. Now, this morning, finally,
he could talk freely about it to his new friend.

Malcolm's carefree pleasure suddenly changed when he noticed Juan's eyes
had been diverted. Instead of looking at him, they were now focused on
Dexter's cock. Malcolm glanced at the other man. Oh shit. He whispered,
"Dexter, my man, did you con me over here just to give me penis envy?" He
knew his little Juan was making comparisons, and Lyle probably was also.

Dexter whispered back, "Sorry, Malcolm. A bloke can't change what Mother
Nature gives him. Don't worry about it. I expect your boy doesn't even
notice."

"Señor Dexter, you got a big stiffy." Well, so much for that
supposition. "It's the biggest stiffy I ever seen."

"Have you seen a lot of stiffies, Juan?"

"Well, no, just Señor Malcolm and Pepito."

Lyle then had to get into the contest. "My Dexter has a bigger cock than
your Malcolm." Oh great, Malcolm thought, is that any way to make a guest
feel at home?

"I think it's too big?" countered Juan. That's right, my boy, you defend
me.

"Is not."

"Is too. I bet you choke when you try to suck it."

"Do not. Here I'll show you."

"Well, I'll show you how I suck Malcolm's cock."

Both boys knelt and the competition began. But they were both enjoying it
too much to make it a real contest. The two men stood, each with his hands
on his lover's head and nodded to each other.

Then Lyle let go of Dexter's cock and whispered in Juan's ear, "You wanta
trade?"

"Yeah," and without even consulting the two grown ups, the boys switched
cocks, smiling impishly up at their bewildered faces. Juan didn't choke
after all, but after a few minutes of hispanic mouth, Dexter's cock was
ready to erupt.

"Lyle, my boy, I need your arse, like real soon." The boys returned to
their rightful partners, and Lyle assumed the doggy position. Juan and
Malcolm were both anxious to watch the penetration. Could a thick log like
that really fit inside a skinny little ass like that? Dexter used lots of
KY and handed the tube to Malcolm. He then pressed his cock between the
waiting boy's cheeks. With a sudden lunge, Dexter plowed into the lad, as
Lyle hollered aloud. It wasn't really a cry of pain however, just a way to
release his emotions as his manlover began the fuck he so enjoyed. Malcolm
gritted his teeth and Juan scrunched his face as they watched the piston
thrust in and out of its tight cylinder. It was true that Dexter was ready,
for very shortly he sent his British mancream up the arse of the lad from
Birmingham. When he pulled out, the boy's hole was gaping open.

Lyle still wanted to make this a contest. So, again without getting input
from the two men, he asked, "You want Dexter to fuck you next, Juan?"

"No way, man. My Malcolm fucks much better than that. Come on, Malcolm,
let's show them."

Malcolm was already lubing his cock. "You know this isn't some kind of
fuck-off, Juan. But I'm always happy to make love to my sweetheart. Shall
we do doggy also, or spread-eagle? You always like that position." But
Juan's mind was still scheming. He wanted to do it some way that would
impress the two Brits.

Finally, Juan jumped up in Malcolm's arms, clung to his neck and said,
"Like this." He hoped Lyle had never seen a stand up fuck.

"You're the boss." Malcolm let his boy wrap his legs around his waist, then
grabbed his pretty brown cheeks and lowered him down on to his
pole. Malcolm stood in the middle of the room bouncing his sweet Juan on
his manmeat as Lyle and Dexter watched, both duly impressed. Afterwards
they declared the First International Pillsbury Fuck-Off a draw. The
competition over, Lyle and Juan laid on the floor and 69'ed, while the men
went into the kitchen for some coffee.

"Tell me, Dexter, Lyle seemed quite ready to hand you over to Juan for a
fuck. I'm surprised he wasn't more possessive."

"You've had other lads before Juan, haven't you, Malcolm?"

"Yeah, sure, seventeen to be exact. All precious little boys."

"Well, then you know each boy is unique, each one is different. I've had
boys who are very insecure thinking I might be fucking others. Others don't
mind hearing about it, but don't want to see me do it. Still others, like
my Lyle, love to watch me fuck other boys. He says he likes to see me
enjoying myself. And I think he's proud of me and wants to sort of show me
off to his friends."

"His friends in the club, you mean."

"Yes, have you ever had a boy watch you fuck another boy?"

"Just brothers. So you guys trade the boys off?"

"Well, the men are all different also. Some are very monogamous. They want
their relation with their boy lover to be exclusive. But they still like to
come to meetings to give the lads a chance to relax and socialize with each
other. Other blokes, like Lyle's dad, are always happy to play with other
boys."

"Does he fuck his son?"

"Yes. But our boys are never forced or coerced to do anything they don't
want to do. Fucking should always be fun for everybody. Say, I just thought
of something. Are you going to Germany? I got a friend in Dresden. Bruce
was in our club but his company transferred him to their German
office. He's been there seven years. He's got two little jungen every
weekend. He calls them his waisenknaben. Very pretty little boys. He sent
me their picture. And they're just about the same ages as your two lads. It
would really be nice for Juan and Pepito to meet them. And they could show
you all around. I take it you don't speak German."

.oOo.

Meanwhile, Pepito was having a great time looking at all the old toys with
his mother. Maria knew they would be leaving England the next day, so they
should use up most of their English money. They checked out the museum's
souvenir shop which had all kinds of toys, but Pepito was thumbing through
a picture book about Brighton. "See, Mama, dere's all the motorcycles lige
we saw. And dere's the funny men dressed up like pretty ladies. And dere's
the sand gulp-chers Malgum toal us bout. Hey, dere's one of Julius Caesar
made of sand. Dat's gool."

.oOo.

Juan's blog

September 27 - Brighton is right on the sea, so the English people in
London come here to swim and have fun. We went to the Sea Life Centre and
learned about dolphins, turtles, sharks, sea horses, sea snakes, poison
arrow frogs and jellyfish. Some of the things were scary, but we went
swimming in the water later and we lived.

We spent almost a whole day at the Brighton Pier. It's a big amusement park
built right out on top of the water, with roller coasters and rides and fun
houses and arcades and places to eat and buy stuff. That was neat. I'm
going to remember Brighton was where I went on lots of thrilling rides!!

Juan