Date: Tue, 26 Nov 2002 17:22:38 +0000 From: Alfie Forever <beanderful@hotmail.com> Subject: Toff, Chapter 4 The following story is a complete total fiction. Any relationship to persons living or dead is purely accidental and unintended. This story depicts sexual acts between people of the same sex (male), one of whom is under age. If you find this concept distasteful, if it is illegal where you live, or if you are underage, please stop reading now. This entire story is dedicated to my friends and the moderators and administrators of www.boybliss.net, the best Bulletin Board on the net for men who love and protect boys and for boys in need. To special friends, including my technical editor, who know who they are and have my undying thanks. I am especially grateful to Mikey and Julius, who are undergoing very difficult times. When I began writing on the internet for a boylove audience, Mikey and I were close. He became ill, and then when he recovered we had a falling out. The tragic end to the tale is that Mikey has become ill again, and is likely to die soon. My warmest wishes go out to him, his Adult Friend Den, to Dr. J and to Mikey's little brother, as well as the whole family, who has suffered yet enjoyed the love of this wonderful boy. Mikey, regardless of our past, I love you. This chapter is dedicated to Allan. He has been my friend for nearly two years, and in the last year of my sabbatical from writing he has encouraged me endlessly. I thank him much. In addition, I wish to thank every boy online that I know. Joshua, Tyler, Adrien, Mikey, Jackie, Craig, Ryan, Mike, Josh, Chris, Alex, Seth, Brent, Adric, Sammy, Alex, Cody, William, Bryan, Collin and all those I don't even remember. Jackie, Craig, Alex and Joey, too. I hope you are all well, and if you see this, please get in touch. Henry James wrote of a "kernel" from which a story grows. In particular, he speaks of a kernel of experience, as if every story must once have been a tiny bit of life. It is true of this story as well. On the first day of January 2000 I was on a flight home to America from Turkey and across the aisle from a beautiful boy who was traveling alone. We exchanged perhaps 20 words the whole flight, but he captivated me all the same, and over the Atlantic I had vivid dreams of this dark-haired boy of the thoroughly contemporary look. He reminded me facially of the poet Diane Wakoski from a poster for a poetry reading from the mid-60's. She wore "Edith Head" glasses and was drawing a bead down the barrel of a revolver, but the revolver held a white rose. Yes, that is the kernel from whence comes Toff, a boy I dreamed of nearly two years ago. I wish him well. If you have comments, I go by the name of Alfie at www.boybliss.net, and am a frequent visitor there. You may reach me at beanderful@hotmail.com. Toff, Chapter Four As we neared the village of Carredeh the light from the sun was dimming in the west. It was getting on towards dusk early, and that wasn't surprising since we'd just passed the shortest day of the year. While it was unseasonably warm in Carredeh, it was turning chilly for the night, and I was thinking a nice cup of coffee would do well right then. The coffee house was right around the corner, and Toff's hand squeezed mine in anticipation. I halted us for a moment. "Toff, we've got a few minutes. Are you ready for this?" I looked down, his dark brown eyes hiding in the fading light of the day. "What are these guys like, Flip? Heck, they have sex with boys. Are they going to talk about sucking and make jokes about it like Badr? Shoot, it's OK when Badr does it, or when you do. I know both of you. But I don't know them, and I hardly know Amir and Yassou. I'm a little embarrassed." He was shaking a little, though part of that might have been from the cooling temperatures. "I've no idea how this is going to play out, Toff. I know I called the meeting to talk about punishments, but I think Samir and Ali have probably already punished Amir and Yassou. I just hope it wasn't spankings." The thought occurred to me that it might be a sexual punishment. But surely Badr, who was so enthusiastic and precocious about sex had never had it used in a negative light. Still, that was a bad thought. "Oh, I don't like spankings either." Toff made a face as if he was shocked. "Even with what they did to me they don't deserve spankings." "Nobody better ever do that to your butt while I'm around, Toff." I gave him a playful tap on the butt. "I want that butt for myself!" I winked at him. "Now, remember, the men are named Samir, Ali and Hassan. They have sexual relationships with those boys, and we'll probably talk about that topic, but I figure maybe we'll split up from you boys. Are you going to do well around the boys for an hour and a half?" I squeezed his hand for a second, and looked him in the eyes again. "I'll be OK, Flip. I'm sure Badr will make sure everything goes well. The other boys treated me OK today." He still wasn't quite calm, but it was time for Toff and I to go on into the coffee shop anyway. "OK, then. Let's go." After a small Toyota truck passed we stepped into the road and crossed it, and then made our way to the coffee shop across the way. The village was quiet, as if everyone on this Christmas evening was home, despite it not being a major holiday. At the thought of Christmas I gave a start, remembering the emerald earrings in my backpack. I gave a smile. After this afternoon, they were appropriate and not too romantic. They would signal that we belonged together. I vowed to give them to him later in the evening. I swung the door of the coffee shop open and was immediately struck by the strong smells of Turkish coffee and tobacco smoke. There were six tables or so with plenty of room around each, and in the far corner was a large table with three men and three boys around it. It was easy to see the closeness between the men and boys. Amir was practically sitting in one lap, and Badr was holding hands with a man I assumed to be Hassan, a dark haired tall man with a large hawkish nose. Yassou, on the other hand, appeared to be helping the other man set up a hookah. I'd smoked with one at a family reunion once years ago when I was 14 or so. This might be very interesting. Surely they would expect me to smoke, and I wanted to do it right to preserve honor - Toff's honor more than mine. I had to prove myself worthy of him. Badr was the first to spot us, and he ran over. "Mr. Barker. Our friends Samir, Ali and Hassan will be pleased to meet you. Please follow me." Belying his polite choice of words, Badr grabbed my free hand and tugged, and Toff and I were propelled through the nearly empty coffee shop. As we got up near the table all eyes were upon us, and Badr performed the introductions. Mr. Barker and Mustapha, please meet my friend Hassan. Hassan stood up to his full 6'3" and bowed to us as I stuck out my hand to shake. Catching my mistake, I bowed, whereupon he promptly stuck out his hand. Things were starting out as a comedy, and the boys were already giggling at Hassan and myself. Well, that was one way to make a relaxed atmosphere for Toff. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Hassan. Badr here has been very glowing about you." I finished the handshake. "Have you met my friend Toff here? Well, everyone else calls him Mustapha, but he asks me to call him Toff. Go ahead and shake hands, Toff." I stepped a bit to the side and Toff moved forward holding out his hand. I must admit, for a tall man with a severe look to his face, Hassan's smile was warm. There was a twinkle in his eyes that I had seen reflected in Badr's several times. Hassan spoke. "Badr, I think I will continue the introductions." Hassan's English was just as much the King's English as was Badr's, and I changed my estimation. It wasn't Anissa who was the great influence on his diction. It was Hassan's fault that Badr spoke so well. "Mr. Barker, can I call you Philip?" "Yes, please do, Hassan. Badr is so polite he won't do so, even though we have been in fairly informal circumstances." At once I thought I'd crossed some invisible line. What would this man think if he knew I'd been skinny dipping with the boy? "Yes, I understand you have. I've got to try this `dick tag' sometime." With a smile and a wink at Toff he turned to Badr. "Bart, will you take Mustapha aside and play with Amir and Yassou." Hassan turned back to me. "The wild hair, the mischievous smile? My pet name for Badr is Bart, after Bart Simpson. I even got him some Simpson's underwear last year, but he doesn't seem to like to wear underwear unless he's showing off, not that I'm concerned." He winked at Toff and then continued. My eyes must have looked like I was surprised. I was indeed surprised at the innuendo used by Hassan. He wasn't hesitant to hint at loving the boy, that was for damned sure. I was out of my depth. Here I'd jerked a boy off to orgasm less than an hour before, and was still in the afterglow of that very unfamiliar feeling, and Hassan was intimating that it was a normal situation. Of course, perhaps it was normal for these three men. "Philip," Hassan continued. "Let me introduce Samir, Yassou's friend." This time we both stuck out hands to shake with. Samir was considerably shorter than Hassan, perhaps two inches shorter than my 5'11". His close-cropped hair matched Yassou's, but otherwise he was attired as a businessman in a dark suit, white shirt and a Christmas tie of all things. I had to comment. "A Christmas tie, Samir? I thought you were Muslim, or is that presumptuous?" I hoped it was a polite question. "I am indeed Muslim, Philip, but as a businessman we must cater to all minorities here in Lebanon. I'm a large real estate owner here in the six or seven villages nearby, and I do a bit of development besides." He was self-effacing, and seemingly as quiet as I'd found Yassou. "Don't let him fool you, Philip." Hassan stepped into the conversation. "Samir here is the owner of a great deal of land and has developed quite a bit of property within 25 miles of Carredeh. He's the richest man around. Why he lets Yassou run around in those threadbare clothes is beyond me." "But Hassan, Yassou loves that shirt. I can't get it off of him." There was a bit of a pregnant pause. "Well, I can get it off of him sometimes, and then it's getting it back on that's the problem. Not that I complain." Another double entendre. These guys were a laugh a minute. "And Philip," Hassan continued. "This is our other friend Ali, whose young friend Amir you have already met." Again we exchange a handshake. "It is good to meet you, Ali. I find Amir to be a charming boy, if a little boisterous." I had intentionally hinted at the stunt the boys pulled on Toff the day before, and Ali raised his eyebrows, recognizing my intent. "Yes, Philip. Boistrous is not quite the word to describe that boy. Delicious, insatiable. . . Seriously, he can be quite a handful, and I am sure I can speak for the three of us in saying that we are very sorry for what they put your Mustapha through. That must have been a very tough time for him yesterday." Ali was a large man. While he was only my height, I would guess him to be 240 pounds of muscle and in his late 20's, considerably younger than the others, who appeared to be in their mid-40's. Hassan spoke next. "Shall we sit down, gentlemen? Malouf, may we have a coffee over here for the gentlemen, and chocolate for the boys? Also, a tray of watermelon for each table?" A man who had been hanging back enough so he could not hear nodded and backed away. I chose a chair and sat, with Hassan on my right, Samir on my left, and Ali across from me, though it was difficult seeing Ali since there was an ornate hookah between us. "So, Philip, I am told by Bart that you have a similar relationship with young Mustapha as we have with our charges, though Bart seemed confused as to whether yours was exactly similar." The coffee came in what I thought to be record time. Malouf was efficient, but he may have been told what to expect before I arrived. A youth of 14 or so followed Malouf with a tray of watermelon and mandarin oranges. The hospitality was impressive. "Well, gentlemen, I've no clear vision of what your relationships are, though judging by Badr, I'd say I wish my own relationship with Toff was as far along. I'm not ready to say much more about it at this time, except to say I love him and I hope to be a strong influence in his life for years to come." I hoped I hadn't revealed too much with that speech, though I'm sure these men still thought Toff and I were going at it like rabbits. Ali surprised me. "You could help the boy across the street and you'd be doing more for him than that Ahmed. I am ashamed to have him for a cousin." Ali proceeded to spit into a trash can sitting conveniently next to the table. The boys were only at the next table, and I didn't want Toff to hear anything bad about his father, no matter the way the man neglected his own son. I was about to speak, but Samir beat me to it. "Ali, please. It is not our way to criticize the actions of the father of a boy we love, and certainly not within hearing range of the boy. You'll pardon us, Philip, but Ali as our youngest is sometimes impetuous. He doesn't understand that a part of a boy will always side with his father, no matter the neglect, or even abuse. It does no good criticizing the father. The best we can offer is love to the boy." Samir made sense to my mind. Toff and I had rarely talked about his father, and I had said nothing negative. Still, I might want to talk with Toff's mother about that subject. Hassan cleared his throat. "Philip, I suppose you'll want to know what we've done to punish the boys for tying up Mustapha naked?" "No, Hassan. I don't want to know what you've done to Badr, as I asked him to devise his own punishment, which he is to report to me after dinner tonight. But I would like to know how Amir and Yassou will be punished. And I want to say something that can be construed as critical of you men, though I am sure you are already aware." I took a slow sip of coffee and let the break in my speech draw their undivided attention to me. For a man in this culture, when someone is critical of them, it is often a challenge to fight, and I knew that I walked a thin line. "Hassan, Samir, Ali, it is my assumption that you have very close emotional and physical relations with Yassou, Badr and Amir. Perhaps the depth of these relations are more acceptable in your culture than in mine, but I personally cannot imagine entering such a relationship without the main goal being to help the boy become a better man. Any other reason to have deep physical and emotional relations would to my point of view be molestation. So tell me, how could three boys you are shaping emotionally as you are with Yassou, Amir and Badr, take a boy, tie him up naked to a tree, piss all over his penis, and then leave him tied up for just anyone to find? Gentlemen, I suspect you are severely disappointed in your boys. Frankly, though, they are just boys, and boys can be cruel. You may be disappointed in Yassou, Amir and Badr, but I am most disappointed in the parents and special friends who influence them." I picked up my small coffee cup again and sipped, maintaining eye contact as I did so. I had made sure not to show a trace of anger in my tone while talking to the gentlemen. Frankly, I had not expected to make such a speech. After all, I was a guest in their country and in their village. I hadn't really known until then, though, how angry I was at how Toff had been treated the day before. I had with my speech laid the responsibility for the boy's behavior on these men, and by their response thus far, I had upset them. Samir and Ali faced me with their heads bowed, and even Hassan, with his regal bearing, seemed shaken. There was an awkward silence until Ali, the youngest, broke it. "May I tell a story, Philip? It will not make up for the gross malfeasance we share in influencing our boys, but perhaps it will let you know how very much I sympathize with Mustapha." Ali paused to let me speak. "Please go ahead, Ali." I folded my hands in front of me as a psychologist might while hearing the testimony of a patient. "Philip, I grew up in this same village with a special friend. He sits here at this table." I looked up at the others and Hassan nodded to me. "When I was ten and just before Hassan became my special friend, I was attacked by boys from the next village over. They actually went to school with me, and they knew my family's circumstances. We were poor Palestinian immigrants, you see, and we had barely escaped having to live in the dreaded camps. I had a mother and two younger sisters. In fact, my family fled the camp in Southern Lebanon just before the massacre by the Israeli's back in the 70's." Ali sipped his own coffee and popped a slice of mandarin orange between his lips before continuing. "To get back to the story, these boys knew I was disadvantaged, and they also knew I walked along a path two miles to school. The path was used by women and girls at night as they came from their jobs to go home. One day they ambushed me, stripped me naked and painted my genitals the colors of the Palestinian flag. Red, green, black and white. They must have had this planned for a long time. They also took a small flag and attached it to the handle of a broom, which they shoved up my ass. No lubricant, mind you. It hurt like the devil." Ali paused again for a sip of coffee. He also checked my face for my reaction, but I remained passive. "I was lucky that day. It rained. The stream at one end of the path overflowed and the women and girls did not walk by and see my shame. I was even more lucky that Hassan was riding his horse in the rain, something he does not often do. He untied me, rode me back to his home and warmed me by his fire. He had no clothes for me, but he trained as a medic during his service with the Lebanese militia in the early 80's, and he was able to stop the bleeding in my anus. I stayed in his house that night wrapped in a blanket by the fire. It was two months before we touched each other intimately in a good way, but I certainly never regretted it. So please, Philip, I know something of what Mustapha went through. And I must add, what our boys did to Mustapha is shameful to us." There was silence around the table. It was clear to me that the men genuinely felt for what Toff went through. I looked over at the table full of boys ten feet away, and they seemed to be playing a card game. I looked back and spoke. "I'm sorry for being so forward, gentlemen. It is clear to me that you all understand how traumatizing that was for my Toff. But what is it you do to impress it upon the boys? For my part, I made sure they had a good time together this morning, and it appears they might become friends. But what did you do?" Hassan spoke up, but just before Samir was about to. "Philip, we are in a quandary here. I, for one, was educated in the English Public School system and have an extreme aversion to corporal punishment. I am told Badr suggested he might be spanked for his behavior, and he might by his father, but not by me. None of us would. I have to say we are all of us stymied by what to do, for, given Ali's history, we certainly would not condone any punishment like the ordeal Mustapha went through. An `eye for an eye' approach, at least if it has to do with nudity or sexuality, is an antithesis to what we are all about. We are about loving these boys, after all. I know you challenged Badr to think of a suitable punishment, but I'm afraid neither he nor I have come up with something suitable." "Blast!" I was frustrated, figuring the boys had to learn what they did was wrong, but understanding all too well what these men were saying. "No, don't think I'm frustrated with you gentlemen. You are right of course, and it has been going through my own mind ever since I set Badr to the task. What kind of punishment could possibly be right if our duty is to love them. Yes, I suppose we can punish them, but how to punish them for this particular transgression is the problem. They did something that we would never do. Is there a way to make sure they don't again? I'm stumped as well." Samir put his head in at this point. "Guys, I think I might have it. Let me tell a small story first." Samir first waved over the owner and asked for more coffee for everyone, and then he lit the hookah. "I hope nobody minds if we have a smoke while I talk?" I shook my head and peeked over to what the boys were doing. Toff was cheering as if he'd won that round of the card game, and I smiled. When he had the pipe lit he passed it to me, and I took a hit of it, holding it in my lungs for a moment before exhaling the harsh Turkish tobacco. Hassan interrupted before Samir could get started. "Philip, are you sure you are not Lebanese? You did that well!" I chuckled. "Hassan, my last name is Barker, but when my grandfather emigrated to America it was Barakat. I think it is hereditary." I winked at him and then waited for Samir to speak. "Well, a few weeks into my relationship with Yassou, I was uncertain how it was going to work out. You see I hadn't the advantage of Hassan, who had a relationship before he became special friend to Badr, or the advantage of Ali, who as a young man had a special friend himself. I did not even know such things were possible. Yassou and I had exchanged hugs, and he had slept in my arms, and when we wrestled we had each felt each other's erections. We had even seen each other naked when changing for swimming. But neither of us knew how to take the next step, though surely it seemed we both wanted to." Samir hesitated for a moment and inhaled on the hookah before going on, which put the hookah in my hands. I delayed, since I wasn't really a smoker. "It was Yassou in his wisdom who solved the problem. One day we were taking a nap. We were wearing only our underwear, and it was the heat of the summer, just six months ago. As we had settled down with his head on my outstretched arm he looked at me, then slid his hands in my pants. `Samir,' he said. `You need to use this. If I beat you at chess can I help you use it?' Well, I felt like a fool immediately. Yassou was far more interested in my pleasure, and I was far more interested in his. I challenged him instead to arm wrestling. Then I won, and he got the pleasure that evening, though for me it was the most memorable of all of our evenings." "What I mean to say is that sometimes the boys can offer us wisdom when we cannot apprehend it ourselves. I suggest we invite them into our discussion." As Samir finished his speech I brightened. I had seen much kindness, forgiving and compassion among the boys this morning, and earlier from Badr. I thought Samir's idea was great. Not only that, but it occurred to me just then that I was high as a kite. "Before I go on here, guys, could you tell me what's in this hookah?" I smiled a silly grin at Samir. "By the way, Samir, I think your idea is great." I looked over at Hassan and he was blushing. "Oh, Philip, I thought you knew. Every American I know always assumes. It's hashish, Philip, mixed in with the Turkish tobacco." Hassan looked as if he was about to shoot himself, and I was none too happy, though the situation was too ridiculous to get angry over. "No problem, Hassan. My tolerance is nil, so I shouldn't have any more. But this is really funny." At that point I started giggling. "You see, last night I was jetlagged, and then at the Bareb house I had some wine and Ouzo, and during dinner it didn't take much to get me drunk. By the time we got back to the house I was useless. I was just able to get my shirt off and my pants down to my ankles, and then Toff had to undress me the rest of the way. The way it's going now, this night might end up the same. Still, I think he got a little thrill at helping me, so I don't mind." I'm sure I was blushing, but it didn't matter. "Let's just bring over the boys and set the question to them. I've got faith in them." I turned towards the boys table, and they all looked at me at once. "Hey Toff, come on over here." I patted my lap. "Your seat is empty. And I need your wisdom, boy. You other guys, come on and let's all talk for a bit, ok?" The boys looked at each other in a confused way, and no wonder. I must have looked like a buffoon, or at least I felt like one being a little high and all. Still, Toff came over and climbed in my lap, and the other boys gravitated to their special friends quickly. Hassan began. I didn't want to lead this show. As he began to speak I rubbed my hand along Toff's thigh and he turned his head to face me. I gave him a small kiss on the cheek and winked at him, and he smiled. "Boys," Hassan cleared his throat. "We have a problem. As you know, the three of you participated in a very bad thing yesterday and you hurt Mustapha's pride badly." He stopped for a moment to let it sink in, and Amir, Yassou and Badr, perched on Hassan's lap, merely looked down. Toff curled closer to me, embarrassed that he was being talked about, so I continued to rub my hand along his thigh. "Boys, please look at me. Our problem is that we cannot think of a suitable punishment for you. As you boys know, we will not hit or spank you, though your fathers might. And we certainly won't leave you out naked somewhere to be pissed on." Hassan's voice hardened as he recounted their crime. "Nudity and sex should never be used as a punishment, especially as it might damage the trust between special friends." With this last Hassan purposely stopped and hugged Badr and kissed him on the lips. Badr wasn't going to sit still for that, though. "Hassan, Mr. Barker asked me to think up a punishment for myself, and I have a few suggestions. Can I say them?" He didn't speak to the group, but more to Hassan point blank, as if talking into the man's nostrils. "Go ahead my young one. You beat me in saying that we were going to ask all of you to make suggestions for a proper punishment." He winked at the squirming boy on his lap, then Badr got down and stood and addressed the group. He stood erect and proud, eager to tell everyone how he would atone for what he did to Toff. "First, Mustapha, I am sorry I betrayed your trust yesterday. During the last day you have shown you have forgiven me, but I have not forgiven myself." Badr paused, evidently waiting for Toff to acknowledge him. But Toff's head was buried in my neck. The whole while I'd been rubbing him on the thighs and he'd evidently started enjoying the experience, as he'd lost himself in the pleasure. I whispered to him. "Toff? Just say to Badr that you accept his apology, OK? And if you don't pay attention I'll have to stop holding you, OK?" Toff lifted his head, evidently startled, and replied to Badr. "Oh! Baddie. I accept your apology. Of course I do!" I looked into the eyes of the men and saw smirks. They knew, even though Toff's lap was below the level of the table top, that my hand on Toff's thigh had to do with his inattention. I looked at Ali next to me and noticed he had his fingers all the way up the leg of Yassou's shorts, though Yassou was attentive. I whispered to Toff again. "Hey, Yassou can be rubbed by Ali without losing track of things. Pay attention, Toff!" He whipped his head around and looked at Ali and Yassou, and Ali purposely made sure he saw his fingers work inside Yassou's shorts. I raised my eyebrows, but thought I might do the same with Toff as long as the others couldn't see under the table. I moved my hand under the leg of his shorts and he reached down and covered my hand with his own, stopping my motion. He kept his hand there as Badr continued. "Go ahead and continue, Badr." I nodded at him as I spoke. Badr spoke softly, so just us at the table could hear. "Well, I had a couple ideas about what to do as a punishment for me. My first one was that I would be Mustapha's slave for two days. When we are around the village I would have to carry his things and serve him and everything, and when we are in the Olive House where Mustapha and Mr. Barker are staying I would have to get naked and serve him any way he wanted. How's that?" He was proud at his idea, but was a little disconcerted as we adults snickered slightly. Hassan spoke first. "Well, Bart, I think you being his slave in public is a fine thing, though you never know, he might decide to take advantage of it and make you do things so much that you will get tired and resent him." At this point he put his hand on Badr's shoulder and drew him near, speaking now directly to Badr, though we could all easily hear. "However, if I know you, you're going to enjoy the getting naked and doing `anything' Mustapha asks you to far too much for that to be a punishment. I'm sure Mustapha and Philip might like that, but it's not much of a punishment for a horny boy like you." "No, it's not much of a punishment, Hassan, and we couldn't have all three doing that," I answered. I was hungry and whispered to Toff to pass the watermelon slices. He leaned over, his knees on mine and his butt in my face, and I lost track of what I was going to say. The hashish was taking its toll, or maybe it was that slim butt of Toff's that made me lose track. Samir said, "You've got quite a distraction there, Philip!" Toff blushed when he realized what Samir meant, and scooted back on my lap and handed me a slice of watermelon. "Oh!" I remembered where I was. "I agree with Hassan. Badr, you woke us up this morning by mooning us, and then you had no trouble swimming in the nude. Boy, it isn't a punishment to do something you enjoy doing. Heck, I'll bet you're not wearing underwear now!" Amir and Yassou giggled at that, and Amir spoke up. "I bet he's not either! Let's see, Badr!" He winked up at Toff and I while I slipped my hand under Toff's shirt to rub his belly. Badr looked around the little coffee shop. There was a couple up front sipping at their coffee and looking out the window at the street, but the proprietor was busy in the kitchen, so Badr whipped down the front of his shorts to reveal no underwear protecting his prize, a two and a half inch circumcised penis, saluting a very appreciative audience. It was only for a moment, but Toff jerked a little in my arms and then put his hand on mine and forced it lower until my fingers grazed the waistband of his shorts. Badr said, "Amir, I'll bet you're too chicken to show if you have underpants on." I looked at Amir in time to see Ali pull his hand away from the leg of Amir's shorts. Clearly he was not going to stop Ali from displaying himself. Amir himself had a look on his face that told me he was thinking hard about it, then he unzipped the front of his shorts and pulled his fly on both sides aside. "See, I wear underwear!" What he may not have been aware of was that his penis was sticking out of the fly of his boxers. The circumcision scar was larger than Badr's, but the head of his penis flared proudly, until, at least he looked down at it. He covered up quickly with a blush, but I had no doubt at that point there were eight erections around the table, men and boys included, especially when I saw the attentive looks of the men. In this highly charged sexual atmosphere Toff reached down and pushed my hand into his pants. I discovered that three of the boys were hard, and I would have wagered anything that Yassou was as well. Ali got us back on track. "Badr, I appreciate the thought you gave to that, but it doesn't exactly solve how Amir and Yassou are punished. Let me suggest this. Amir and Yassou? You, too, Badr. I expect you to treat Mustapha as a best friend for the next week of his stay. I know the three of you are best friends. He has now become the fourth member, the Fourth Muskateer. When Mustapha is not with Philip, which will be plenty of the time, you'll treat Mustapha as you treat each other. Is that clear?" Amir looked up at Ali. He was quiet, but we all heard him. "Does that mean we suck his dick, and the other stuff?" By then I had Toff's penis between my fingers, idly rubbing it, and it twitched noticeably. Toff turned to me with a shocked look on his face, but Samir spoke first. "Yeah, I think so, Amir. If that's what you boys do with each other, then you will include Mustapha. Further, you will report to Mustapha's house at 9 in the morning, and when Philip and Mustapha need time alone you will go when Philip asks. Badr? Did I hear you were serving as their `alarm clock?'" "Yes, Samir, I woke Philip and Mustapha up this morning." "Good," Samir continued. "You can continue that if Philip and Mustapha agree, so they will be awake by the time Yassou and Amir arrive." There were nods around the table. "Then a toast, gentlemen and boys." Hassan was wrapping things up, and that was good. Even in the slight haze of my brain from the hashish I knew Toff, Badr and I had to get back for dinner soon. But Toff had something to say. He ripped my hand out of his shorts and stood up. "Remember guys, I won the card game, and you have to pay up tomorrow at 9! I'll be waiting for you at the pool behind the Olive House." He smirked at the other boys, and they took it good-naturedly. "And thank you Samir, Hassan and Ali, for your hospitality. I'm sure we'll meet you again in the next week." Toff then grabbed my hand and said, "Come on, Flip, we're going to be late. You, too, Baddie!" "Hold up at least until I shake hands, Toff, and then we'll be going. Besides, Hassan was going to do a toast." So he stopped, taking the hand that was holding mine and using it to adjust himself in his pants. Hassan hurried it. "To the friendship of Toff with Badr, Amir and Yassou, and especially to the special friendship between Mustapha and Philip. May you, Philip, help guide this lovely boy to be a wonderful and caring man." We all raised our coffees and hot chocolates, and then Toff tugged my arm again. I quickly shook hands with Samir, Ali and Hassan, and as I shook hands with Yassou and Amir, Badr kissed Hassan goodbye. I heard him say he had permission to stay over the next night, but that he had to stay with the family for Christmas night. At Badr and Hassan's reluctant departure we left up the street. It was only 6:30, and my sobriety began to come back in the crisp night air. Badr's mention of Christmas had brought me back to thinking of my gift to Toff. Surely Toff wouldn't figure out the surprise if I asked. "Badr, is there somewhere in town that sells jewelry?" I tried to be nonchalant, but Toff looked at me, evidently surprised at a complete change of topic. "Sure, Mr. Barker. . ." I interrupted him. "Badr, call me Philip or Phil from now on, OK? It's not exactly like we're formal with each other." Heck, I'd now seen his boner twice! "OK Phil. I was saying that there's a place in the village that sells jewelry, and I think they'll be open tomorrow if you want to go." He looked up at me, then he took my free hand, the other in the possession of Toff. "Guys, do you think we have time for Toff and I to go down and wash our faces, and for me to give him his Christmas gift?" I looked at Toff and winked, and he had a shocked look on his face. Badr giggled. "No, Phil, you don't have time for that. When you give something to Mustapha you're also going to want to do some kissing, and you certainly don't have time for that. But I think you knew that, didn't you? You just want Mustapha thinking about it all through dinner!" I laughed at that, because Badr clearly had me pegged. "Well, what if the gift is something I want nobody to see? Then you may never know what I got him, Badr!" I shook his hand out of mine and poked him in the ribs. Toff was still silent, so I turned to him. "You're quiet, Toff." "How did you think to get me something? And I don't have anything for you. I have the money, but there's been no time to shop." He looked sad, so I stopped. We were at the driveway to the Bareb house, so I sent Badr on ahead and stopped Toff to talk to him. I picked him up in my arms and Toff wrapped his legs around my waist and looked me in the eyes. "Toff, I'm giving you something because I love you. There's no need to give me something in return. However, those pictures earlier today sure will be a nice gift!" I winked at him. "Who would have thought I'd have so much fun with a beautiful boy on Christmas day in a small village in Lebanon? Please don't worry, but if you want to give more we'll work something out. Is it a deal?" Toff nodded, but I wasn't sure he really was convinced. I let him down, though, and we turned to go in the house. After all, I was hungry. We let ourselves in the back door and passed the grill over on the balcony. A man who I assumed must be David was loading kabobs off the grill and called us over. He looked to be the same age as Anissa, around 30, and he was dressed casually and wouldn't have been out of place at an Ann Arbor barbeque. As we neared I held out my hand. "You must be David. I'm Phil Barker, here to deposit my Aunt's ashes and also to be with Toff for the week." I squeezed Toff's shoulder with my other arm, and he looked up at me with a smile on his face. "It's good to meet you, Phil, and also good to see Mustapha with a friend. I hear you two have been inseparable for the last 24 hours or so." David smiled at Toff in particular, but he kept pulling the shrimp kabobs off the grill. It was clear we'd gotten here just in time for dinner. "Yeah, David, I'm having a great time hanging out with Flip. We climbed the hill up to the ruins today and had a great time. I took some fantastic pictures! Hey, why don't you show him the pictures, Flip!" Toff turned to me and then, perhaps remembering that he wouldn't want many to see the other pictures, gave me a shocked look that only I could see. I poked him on the nose and replied. "Toff, I've got to get them downloaded to the computer and then we have to crop them and adjust the light and all. Why don't I teach you to do that tomorrow afternoon and we can show the pictures of the ruins off to the whole family tomorrow night?" I poked his nose again and his shocked look turned to mischief. "Well, you two," David was finished with the kabobs, "I noticed Badr was home as well, so why don't we all go in to dinner?" With that said we followed David through the sliding doors and through the house to the dining room. I took Toff's hand again, and we followed David into the dining room where Anissa was waiting and Jamila was just finishing setting the table. Badr came bursting out of the bathroom, but he halted on seeing everyone, and somehow we all came together in a matter of moments at the table. The food was once again excellent. The kabobs with shrimp, tomatos, onions and peppers were excellent. Anissa had made a pilaf with onions, celery and chick peas, and we had salata, a salad made of bulgar wheat, parsley, cucumber onion and tomato, all finely chopped, and dressed in lemon juice. Toff and I ate like pigs, myself fueled by the munchies from the hashish, but luckily the food combated the drug's effects. As with the night before, the talk centered around Toff and myself. Anissa began. "Philip, did you solve the punishments for the boys, including our Badr?" She looked down her nose at me when she said this, as if pretending to be a high society matron, but I think she was really trying to forestall Badr piping in by focusing intently on me. I helped by eying Badr myself and shaking my head just a little. "Anissa, we decided that punishing the boys with spankings was not the way to go, and that they really will learn the best lesson if they learn to be good friends with an American. In fact, Toff, Badr and I met Amir and Yassou in the morning and Toff beat them at video games. Hey, he beat us all, didn't he, Badr?" I winked Badr's way while my left hand reached out and gave Toff a reassuring pat on the thigh. "Yes, Mr. Barker. Toff was the best one at the game by far. He proved that without a doubt." I seriously thought Badr might start talking about butt kissing, but he let that rest, even though his eyes twinkled mightily. I looked to Toff and while he was alarmed at the thought of Badr letting out that secret, he also seemed7 to be stifling a giggle. "Anyway, Hassan, Samir, Ali and I conferred with the boys, and for the remainder of Toff's stay they will be not just friendly with Toff, but treat him like a favorite brother. Badr, on the other hand, will continue to be our alarm clock, and I think Toff and I will devise many little tasks for him to perform. Right, Toff?" I turned at him and winked so Badr couldn't see. "Yeah, Flip, I figured we'd make him clean the pool naked with just a toothbrush tomorrow. You still need to have it cleaned don't you, Aunt Anissa?" He looked up hopefully at her, urging her on with his eyes to help continue the jest. "Toff, I will not have him scrubbing it out naked. All those chemicals might make the poor boy sterile, and then where would I look for grandchildren? I think acting as your personal maid naked in the Olive House will certainly be enough punishment." She had a stern countenance to her face, but with the slightest grin leaking from the corners of her mouth. David was the first to laugh, and then we all laughed at Badr's expense, but he laughed as well, and if I didn't mistake it, he had quite a gleam in his eye. He'd think of something to repay us. "Well, as long as he doesn't scare the neighbors." David joined in on the teasing a little too. "It looks like we'll save on laundry. Badr can get dirty just looking out of doors." We all laughed again. "But tell me," David continued, changing the subject. "Did you find a suitable spot for scattering Minnie's ashes, Philip?" "Yes, David. Toff took me up the hill beyond the olive grove to the old Roman ruins. It was a bit of a walk for me, but I think it's the loveliest spot imaginable, and I'm sure Minnie would approve. We had a wonderful lunch of leftovers that our young slave Badr packed for us, too. It was a wondrous afternoon." "Well, I hope Toff there wasn't too much for you to handle." David evidently decided to deflect the teasing from Badr. I looked to Toff, who was drinking from his milk glass. "Well, he certainly was a handful, but I got a grip on him and he seemed satisfied with my firm yet gentle grip. I think we'll get along, as long as he appreciates my firm hand." Toff looked at me over the edge of his glass, a little puzzled, and it wasn't until Badr started snorting that he realized the double meaning in what I said. He choked and then spewed milk out his nose. I was quick with the napkin, and he was quick to recover, thankfully. "After that performance, Mustapha," Anissa said, "We may all need a little calm. I'm sure Philip is just the one to keep you calm, too." "Seriously," I continued, "We took some pictures of the hill and also a few of Toff to send to his mother. I was thinking if we got finished early enough I might show both of the boys how to edit pictures on the computer and get a head start on that task. That way I'll be able to email a couple pictures to Toff's mother before I call her tomorrow. Would you mind if I made a call at 3:00 pm or so? I know that's early in Detroit, but I want to make sure to get in touch. I figure Toff and I can each talk for a few minutes. Anissa answered, "Well, perhaps a call Christmas Day is more appropriate, but I understand she's in Boyne Highlands skiing and won't be back in town until late tonight. I think getting her out of the bed after having such a good time with Mustapha away is nice payback." Toff blushed and I didn't do more than nod at this. Anissa just wasn't much good at jesting. Are you two boys almost finished eating? It's nearly 8:30 and you'll both be needing to go to bed soon." There was the usual whining about bedtimes and why they couldn't be delayed because of the holidays. David and Anissa were lenient and told Badr that he could stay and watch me at work until 10:00. Actually, they said he could sleep over with Toff and I, but I put a stop to that, considering Toff and I needed and audience, and I certainly didn't need an audience for my first blow-job in 25 years. Badr had to get into his pajamas if he was going to stay that late, so he scampered up the stairs and was soon down in long flannel pajamas, a robe and slippers. With that done, Badr, Toff and I left. We entered the Olive House after the short walk and I quickly plugged the camera into the computer and also plugged it into its charger. But Toff tugged me aside. "Badr, give me a moment with Toff, will you?" He practically dragged me in the bathroom. "Flip, you're not going to show the naked pictures of me to Baddie, are you?" Toff looked worried and a little embarrassed. "Well, I don't have to Toff. The first ones that will come up will be the ones of the ruins, and then we'll see the one's of you that are suitable to send to your mother. But didn't you want to show them to Badr?" I winked at him and waited for a response. "Well, um, I guess I wanted to, but this seems awfully fast. Sudden, you know! I mean. . ." Toff was getting cold feet. "Tell you what, Toff. I think the pictures will show up beautifully in the larger size on the computer, but what we'll do is go through them slowly. If you want me to stop for the night, then just pinch my butt. I'll stop it there and we'll play cards or something until Badr's bedtime or something. Does that sound good to you?" Toff nodded. "OK, then. We'd best get in there, shouldn't we? If we stay too long Badr's going to think I'm playing with your dick with my firm hand, won't he?" Toff giggled and flung open the door. The computer was finished booting and I sat at the desk. "OK boys, the first thing I need to do is move the pictures from the camera to the computer. That's easy. See this drive down here?" I had the computer's directory open to show them. They nodded at my question. "Well, I just drag that folder from there to this other file in the computer. Now all the files in there, I think there's seventy pictures or so, are in the computer. Well, it'll take about a minute for them to copy, but you can see it copy right now." They both nodded. I had two very interested boys on my hands, and they were breathing on my neck. I was feeling claustrophobic. That wasn't right - they were making me horny. I turned around quickly. "Guys, Badr's ready for bed. Toff, why don't you and I get in our robes?" He nodded, and we stripped to our underwear and took the robes from the bathroom and soon we were at the computer again. "Now what I'll do is I'll open the first picture in the editing program." I clicked on the file and the picture came up in the editing program, this one of the ruins from a distance. "Since I want to send a few of these by email, what we'll do is reduce the size and then pick the best three or four. Also, sometimes I had the camera sideways on some of them, so we have to rotate. Watch the curser, guys, while I do it to these first few, and I'll let each of you do one, OK? Then we can call it a night." I did the first few slowly, then it seemed they could probably do one. So I sat Toff up on my lap and gave him the mouse, while I slipped my hand between his thighs. I slowly stroked his soft skin as he opened the first of the pictures of him. "Hey, Mustapha, that's not ruins. It's you. Is that one of the ones you're sending to his mother, Philip?" I continued stroking Toff's thigh with my right hand while he worked the mouse to reduce the size of the picture and fix the color. "Sure, Badr. The rest of the pictures are of Toff, actually. I kind of got carried away. Hey, if you were there I would have had two handsome boys and I might still be there taking pictures." I tousled Badr's hair with my left hand and with my right I slid one finger up the length of Toff's erection, then went back to slowly petting his inner thigh. Toff jumped just a touch, and then he scooted back and ground his butt into my own erection. I kissed him on the neck, and he calmed down a bit. "Hey you guys!" Badr noticed Toff and I playing. "You can't do that without me! I mean, it's no fair!" Toff stiffened the rest of his body that wasn't already stiff. "Toff, what do you say? Do we let Badr here have a little fun?" I had my fingers on his erection, and it wilted a bit as he thought about it, then he whispered in my ear. "OK, if he sees some of my pictures he has to drop his pants. And you're only allowed to touch me there, not Badr, OK?" I nodded. "Well, tell him, Toff!" Badr looked puzzled. "Um, Badr, I want to show you a couple of the other pictures we took today. But before we show you, you have to take your pants down and show us your dick. And you can show your dick off, and I can touch it, but Flip isn't allowed to touch it, at least not yet. OK?" I thought to myself that the `at least not yet' was because Toff realized he was being a little silly. Those rules might break down in a hurry. "Toff, what's the point of that? I want to take my pants down so we can have fun, and that means touching. What's the point otherwise?" Toff thought for a moment on that. "Well, you take them down to moon people!" "Toff!" Badr pouted. "OK, boys, no pouting. How about this. Toff, I know you want me all to yourself. How about changing the rule that he's not allowed to touch me. But we can both touch him and he can touch you. Is that OK?" Toff looked at me really hard, and I petted his inner thigh. "Tell you what, Toff? You can both lean in here against my legs. Not on my lap - it won't hold both of you at once. Since you're at the control of the computer mouse, we get to be in control of your mouse." I winked at him and slid my fingers lightly over the hard little mouse in his underwear and he got the point. "Yeah, Toff! Since Flip is your special friend, you get the most fun. That makes sense!" Toff nodded. He just wanted to get on with it I think. "Toff, is it really OK? And Badr, calm down a little. Remember, Toff and I are at the beginning of our relationship, and having you around is fun, but it is important that he's OK. Speak Toff." I let him stand up on his own so even the slightest touch of mine wouldn't sway him. Toff swallowed. "Well, let's get it over with. Baddie, I like you, and I want to have fun. Just don't touch Flip, OK? And Flip, you're not allowed to get undressed." "So be it. Squeeze in here, boys." Badr wiggled out of his pajama bottoms, and Toff slid his underwear off. They scooted between my legs, and it took all I could do to look at the screen. I had two erections to look at and didn't know where to start. "OK, look at the screen. Toff, start with number 40. Let's see what that is." I took one hand and placed Toff's hand on the mouse. With the other I caressed Badr's hip. The first picture came up. It was of Toff bent over with his shorts around his ankles and facing away from the camera. In the big screen it looked fabulous, just a hint of his scrotum showed to tell that he was a boy, and that was definitely enough to make the picture dynamite. "Wow, Mustapha! You really posed naked?" Badr's hand was in his own crotch. I leaned forward and whispered to him. "Pet Toff's balls, Badr." With my right hand I stroked him with just two fingersup his shaft and down as light as a feather. He shuddered a little, but moved his hand towards Toff. "Hey, Baddie, it kind of just happened." Then he jumped a little, and I could almost see a light bulb go off in his head. "Are those your fingers, Baddie? Flip, take the mouse, OK?" It seemed that Toff already wanted to use both hands. But I was mistaken. "Baddie, I'll let you look at all of the pictures tomorrow. Hey, we might even go and have a picnic and make more. But we've only got twenty minutes until you have to go back to the house. I want to get Flip really horny, because he promised me something. So I'm changing the rules again." Leave it to a boy to change the rules so many times. "Flip, you go over on the bed. Fix yourself an Ouzo and take off your underwear and open your robe. Badr and I have to talk for two minutes. Oh, and turn off the computer, too." Toff took Badr's hand and the boys bobbed off to the bathroom, their boners leading the way. I did all he asked, and was lying on the bed with a sip of Ouzo inside me and a raging penis between my legs. I guessed that I was only going to be watching, but that was certainly fine by me. I did marvel for a moment at how within the space of less than fifteen minutes Toff went from shy and possessive boy to raging hornball. Perhaps I shouldn't be surprised at anything about an eleven year old's sexuality - the accelerator on the hormones seemed to be in fine condition, that's for sure. I didn't have long to muse over it, however. Toff and Badr paraded out of the bathroom in just their robes. They stood in front of me and opened the robes nearly in unison so that just their penises poked out, Toff's sheathed in foreskin and Badr's head shining in the faint light. Then they reached out and fondled each other slowly. First they handled each other's balls, then they slowly moved up the shaft. They looked at each other, as if this was all that was scripted, then they dropped the robes. I was in awe. I was spellbound. I was so hard I could have taken the lead in the Moh's hardness scale if it was a race. I was corundum getting ready to pass diamond. I think the boys could tell their effect on me, but they wanted me panting. They faced each other and then came together with their penises touching at the tips. Toff, who still had a pucker on the end of his penis even when hard pulled the skin back to reveal the entire head of his penis, flaring angrily red. Then he pressed further, guiding with his fingers until the heads of their penises were pressing against each other. When he was satisfied they were in the right position, Toff rolled his foreskin forward once again to encase both their penis heads. It was decidedly erotic. Two immature penises were linked, docked at the tip, as if they were Siamese twins. I drooled, though I wasn't sure how I would suck a boy who looked was built like that, and that was exactly what I wanted to do then -- suck Toff. It may have been erotic to me, but either it was overload or it was too sensitive or just plain funny to them. They started to sway side to side, connected only by Toff's foreskin, and suddenly Badr started to giggle, then Toff joined him and with a small little popping sound they were separate again. But the giggles didn't stop, and it appeared my erotic show was over. I stood up. I picked one giggling boy off the floor. "Badr, it's time for you to get to the house, but I want to say I thought that was a lovely little dance you boys did, and it made me quite eager to please Toff in a few minutes. In fact, you will probably hear him howl in just moments all the way up at the house. Get dressed, and then I'll properly thank you. Toff, get in bed and get ready to fly to the moon." I gave him a wink, and he hopped in the bed. Badr took off to find his clothes, his little dick, not three inches long, bobbing in front of him. And I sat down to ask Toff a question. "Toff, Badr is going back to jerk off. He'll be all alone, but you'll have me eating you alive. Can I give him a nice goodbye kiss?" Toff looked at me and considered. "Which part are you going to kiss, Flip?" Part of him was a little jealous, I could tell, but part of him was still turned on terribly, and that second part was controlling him. "I was going to give him the choice of where I kiss, and I was going to give you my watch so you could time it for fifteen seconds. How about that?" Toff practically drooled at me, and as I slipped off my watch he thought for a moment. Just before Badr came back in the room he said, "Twenty seconds, but you have to do it right next to me so I can watch!" Toff winked at me, and Badr came up, looking a little unsure at what we were talking about. "Badr, we just decided that as a thank you and a nice way to say goodnight I'm going to give a wet kiss to any part of your body you choose. It'll be a twenty-second kiss, and Toff is going to time it. So, what do you choose?" I pretended to be impatient, but Badr knew what he wanted. "Can I get this twenty-second wet kiss now, with tongue, from you, Philip, but in the morning when I wake you guys up, can I get a kiss in the same spot from Mustapha?" The devil returned to its vacation home in Badr's eyes. "Toff?" Heck, I'd be happy watching Toff kiss him anywhere. These boys were so good together they'd make the Pope swear off nuns! "Sure. But let's hurry. Flip has a job to do after that. A BLOW JOB!" He giggled and rolled around, and then Badr began to speak. "OK, Philip, I want you to kiss my butt hole." Toff froze, all of a sudden realizing what he'd let himself in for. I froze, a bit stunned, but I should have figured Badr had something up his sleeve. He was a boy who was educated in the ways of sex and he knew what he wanted. To make Toff feel more at ease, I had to speak, though. "OK, Badr, it's a deal. Toff and I will both do something for the first time in our lives, but we just might get you to return the favor soon, you know! Now we have to get this done quick, because you're almost late. Drop your robe and get on all fours up here on the bed. Toff wants to watch." Badr scampered, trotted, hopped and sizzled. In no time he was on the bed and on all fours facing away from Toff, then he pulled his pants down over his butt. Because of the angle they came across it slowly. I sat next to Toff, and I slid my hand into his lap while watching. "You have to admit, Toff, he's got a pretty cute butt!" So Badr wiggled it back and forth at us. "Come on, Philip, I've got to get to bed!" Badr wiggled his butt again at Toff and me, and I got into position. "Toff, are you in a place you can see?" "Flip, with your mouth in there I won't see anything. Use the tip of your tongue." Toff was definitely into this. He was clearly excited as he idly slipped the foreskin up and down over his penis head as he watched, his eyes wide and his tongue licking his lips. He was worried about seeing. Who knew all these logistics involved in pleasing two boys at once? I smiled up at him. "OK, Toff, but remember, you're doing it in the morning." I winked as I said it. "And Badr's taking a shower before he comes in to wake us up, or else!" His eyes twinkled and he fidgeted, his right hand still busy between his legs. Watching the spectacle Toff was providing down there was in close competition with that part of Badr wiggling in my face. "OK, I will, Mustapha, now move it, Philip!" Badr would do anything at that point, even a morning bath. I lowered myself, stuck out my tongue and maneuvered myself in between his cheeks, which he was holding apart with his two hands. I took one last look at Toff and winked, but he was too focused to acknowledge me. Then my tongue made contact. I wrapped my arm around Badr's waist and found his little hard penis, and I worked my tongue slowly around his little rose. Toff grabbed my hand though. "Let me, Flip. You do that part and I'll do this part." So I concentrated. First I just lapped at his hole, my drool spreading around it. Then when I had the area completely soaked I proceeded to try to collect my spit with just my tongue. Of course it leaked a little below his hole, so I went after it, sliding my tongue down his crack. "I said my butt hole, Flip! You can have my balls tomorrow!" I giggled back at Badr and went back to the hole in question, toured it once again with my tongue, and then focused on the center, trying now to reclaim every bit of moisture I had deposited there. Toff, who I could feel rocking due to his hand motions on Badr, was almost on top of me, panting while watching what I was doing. And as I made my tongue into a point to attack the center of Badr's treasure, Badr rocked back against me, forcing the tip of my tongue inside him. I worked it further still, then out, and then back in before Toff called a stop. "That's forty seconds. Stop!" I reluctantly withdrew, and Badr dropped to the bed and rolled over on his back, his penis pointing up and very red. All I could do was stand there on my hands and knees with my jaw open as Toff bossed Badr back into his pants, but before Badr went he came over to me where I was by then sitting on the side of the bed, robe open and seven inches standing tall and slimey at the tip. "Philip, I think I'm going to enjoy being Toff's slave!" He giggled at me and leered, then he leaned in and whispered in my ear. "I'll turn off the lights on the way out so you can concentrate on Toff." He winked, turned around, made a little wiggle with his butt, then turned out all the lights except the bedside lamp, and he was gone. I turned slowly towards Toff, surprised to see him practically on top of me on my left. "Toff, if you don't get that robe off and get on your back in that bed I'm not going to be responsible for what I do." I jacked my dick at him twice, and winked, and he scrambled, throwing his robe off his shoulders and halfway across the room while at the same time peeling the covers back and laying on his back, the beautiful morsel that was his penis standing tall and pointing to his navel. Badr was forgotten, my own penis was forgotten as I stared at his penis in the dim light. I decided to make this romantic, so I reached over to turn off the light. "Toff, close your eyes and just concentrate your sensations. I'm turning out the light." And I did, leaving us in near total darkness. I looked and Toff was a mere discoloration on the bed, a darkness that drew me. I threw off my robe and decided to do this slow. I would start at the top and work down until I had Toff quivering. So, putting one knee to either side of his pelvis and with my own throbbing and leaking dick poised over Toff's, I began by lightly kissing his forehead. This was all so alien to me. Yes, when I was ten or twelve Tommy, the boy down the street, was my sex partner. We had exchanged blow jobs, but they were more like getting a friend to help you jerk off. With Toff I was making love, and I wanted to do it just right, with all the teasing and emotion and intensity I could muster. So while I remained kissing on Toff's forehead with the lightest of touches of my lips, I lowered my pelvis until my penis, slick and overflowing with pre-cum, was resting upon Toff's penis, dwarfing him. I rotated my hips and spread the warmth of my sex over him, coating him at the same time with the slime of my semen. Toff jerked and bucked under me, so I slipped my lips down and kissed him fully, my tongue entering his mouth four, five and six times before withdrawing. "Just lie there and feel, Toff. No words." I breathed these words into his neck and ears as I continued kissing him, and I began my tongue's slow walk down his body. I licked and sucked at his shoulder and then moved on to clean out the sour and salty surface of Toff's armpit. I then moved to first one nipple and then the next, giving one a quick suck before heading quickly to the next so that it didn't feel neglected. Toff whimpered and his hips rose trying to make contact between his now slimey penis and my belly. I reached down with both hands and held his hips to the bed, then trailed my tongue in a twisting trail to his navel, where I repeated the actions I had performed on Badr. By licking and slobbering I slowly filled his navel with spit, and then with my tongue pointed I sucked it back in, cooling that spot and sending his belly into spasms. Again he tried to lift his hips and again I held him down, but his reward was inches away. "Patience, Toff, and just concentrate." With those words I backed down again and lowered my head until my tongue was touching at the base of his penis. I still had one hand on either of his hips, and it was getting harder to hold him down as he tried to get relief for his yearning penis. Instead of giving it to him right away, I lowered my searching tongue to his scrotum, that small sac that peeked at us in the picture on the computer screen. There was seminal fluid there from my own penis, as there was all around his pubis, and I spread it around with my tongue. Then I curled my tongue and sucked at his scrotum like a small detail vacuum. I came ever closer to his balls and then sucked one into my mouth. Toff lurched again and moaned loudly. I repeated the motions, and soon Toff was bucking so that I could not hold him down, so I moved to finish him off. I released his left testicle from my mouth, and slowly walked my tongue up the short shaft of Toff's penis, slobbering as I went, coating every bit of the surface with the warms of my spit. At the head, still covered with his foreskin, I played with the end, but my tongue could not keep Toff's jerking penis still. I captured the shaft between my lips and shifted my hands, one under Toff and gripping both cheeks of his buttocks, and the other ready to replace my lips. I went back to work to peel my Toff's banana. I held his shaft with hone hand and worked the tip of his foreskin with my tongue, squeezing his butt with the other hand. I poked at that little pucker of skin, I prodded and I licked, until it became more and more pliable, lubricated by my spit. It wasn't long before I could poke my tongue inside his foreskin and I poked at the head of his penis, causing Toff to buck under me. I held him tight with the hands on his butt, then gripped the foreskin around the head between my lips and slid it down, revealing the whole head. The taste was of urine but sweeter, and I bathed the head for a time, putting no pressure on it from my tongue, and Toff relaxed a small amount, but it was clear that he was near the edge, and my tongue and lips were tiring, so I decided to take him there. I backed off for a second. "Toff, it's time. Grip the sheets or something and be careful you don't scream too loud." I caught his eyes with mine and they were filled with awe, even terror, but he nodded and a smile started. I've no doubt that the smile disappeared as I slid my lips down and over his whole penis, all the way to the base of that precious three inches. I made an attempt to slurp his balls in my mouth as well, but they had retracted, perhaps all the way into his body. No matter, it was time for suction. With the first of my sucking I drew all the way back to the head slowly, and Toff breathed in like he'd just surfaced after swimming two lengths of the pool under water. I plunged down again and counted, hoping I could now take him to orgasm in minimal strokes. The second time coming up I halted and circled his glans with my tingue and his grip on the sheets switched to my hair. He moaned louder, but I did not let him go. I plunged a third time and then at the top I toyed with his head rhythmically. Little strokes with my sucking lips on that most sensitive part were enough to do the trick. He tore at my hair and panted heavily, and I lost the grip of his butt as he forced his penis all the way back in my mouth and then started thrusting it in and out just three more times. He collapsed at that point with a great groan, and it was all I could do to keep him captured between my lips. I held there without moving my tongue and without any suction for nearly twenty seconds while Toff's penis pulsed in my mouth, regaling me with the wonder of a boy's orgasm. It was an elemental feeling, for this action, so involuntary, was what made him a boy, what at his age gave him much of the physical meaning of life. Finally, Toff's body still, I released him from the grasp of my lips, slid my hand out from beneath his butt, and rose to look at him. He was asleep. Here he was waiting all day for this blow job and he wasn't able to tell me how nice it was. Well, that was something I could tease him about later. Now, despite the need between my own legs, a need I'd never felt so strongly before, I needed to hold him and cradle him in his sleep. I didn't care that I might have a wet dream all over him, I didn't care that I might hump him in my sleep. I only cared and needed to have him in my arms. I crawled up and gazed at Toff, his glasses on his face making him look like an accident victim, somehow struck down while minding his own business, but when I took them off, his eyelashes, long and lush, took my breath away. I kissed each of his eyelids and in his sleep Toff rolled onto his side. I spooned up to him, my penis nestled into the top of his ass, and pulled up the covers, kissing the top of his head before falling asleep.