Date: Tue, 10 Dec 2002 19:25:39 +0000
From: Alfie Forever <beanderful@hotmail.com>
Subject: Toff, Chapter Six

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
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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 particular chapter is dedicated to Art.  He has been my
friend for nearly two years, and in recent circumstances in
my life he has been very supportive.  I thank him much.

In addition, I wish to thank every boy online that I know.
Joshua, Tyler, Adrien, Mikey, Jackie, Craig, Ryan, Mike,
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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.

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www.boybliss.net, and am a frequent visitor there.  You may
reach me at beanderful@hotmail.com.

Toff, Chapter Six


We got home in good time.  Toff held my hand some of the
time, but most of the time the boys played tag and did races
around parked cars and other senseless boy stuff.

I just walked along enjoying everything.  In the last hour
and more I'd given Toff a Christmas gift that I hope
symbolized our relationship for years to come.   We found
out a bit more about Hassan and Badr, and while it felt odd
seeing them interact intimately in front of us, it didn't
seem quite as odd doing the same in front of them.  The
expression on Toff's face was something I wished I'd
captured on camera - he was surprised and pleased and
embarrassed all at once when he got his ear pierced at
precisely the same moment I sucked him.  If you just looked
at his face, you would be enraptured by the delightful
countenance of a boy.  Maybe I could find a way to capture
that on pixels before we left.

My daydreaming came to a halt when we got to the Bareb home
to discover Amir and Yassou hanging out in the front yard.
They quickly came over to us, having picked up the soccer
ball they were kicking around.

Amir spoke up first.  "We got here a while ago and nobody's
home.  Where were you guys?"  Toff and Badr shared in
recapping the boys on  our already very busy day.

"Well, I got to the Olive House to wake up Mr. Barker and
Mustapha but they were already up, and then Mustapha paid me
back for a bargain last night."  Badr was talking a mile a
minute but it appeared he wasn't going to be very specific
there in the front of the house.  While he and Toff were
talking I herded them all in back and towards the Olive
House, though I'd have to figure out something for lunch
soon.

Toff broke in.  "Then we went swimming naked and Anissa
showed up and we had to cover up everything, and she made a
joke about tying ribbons on our penises.  Flip here bet that
we wouldn't do it, so Baddie went and found some in the
house while we were eating breakfast.  Baddie and I have to
wear them all day and if we do Flip has to take the
penalty."  Toff got an evil grin on his face, then at the
same time that his hand groped to his crotch, the smile
disappeared from his face.

"Toff, I'm betting you need that retied?"  Toff nodded, and
Badr had to make a comment at that point.

"Oh, and if it becomes untied only Mr. Barker is allowed to
retie the ribbon.  He's REALLY good at retying them, too!"
Badr started giggling and he, Amir and Yassou started
elbowing each other.  In the meantime, we were at the Olive
house and I opened the door and ushered the whole group
inside.

"OK guys, you heard about the retying thing.  I guess you'll
see it a few times today.  By the way, Badr, how's your
ribbon?"  I really didn't want to expose Toff at this point
in the game and have him feel singled out, even if the
friendships were improving, but it appeared if I followed
the rules I would have to do so.  Would Amir and Yassou
laugh while I retied the ribbon on Toff and fondled him?

They were on the way to sit on the edge of the bed, and Toff
was sitting in the overstuffed chair.  Badr, meanwhile, was
reaching down his pants.

"Mr. Barker, I think I need to be retied as well."  Badr
didn't look all that disappointed, but then, he'd seen how I
handled it when I retied Toff's ribbon.  Badr was likely
looking forward to it.  Toff, however, looked shy, and I was
betting he didn't want to get naked in front of Amir and
Yassou, even with Badr joining in.  I decided to handle it
proactively.

"Yassou, Amir?  I'm sure you figured out that I'm going to
be retying the ribbons on both boys, but considering what
you did to Toff the other day, I'll bet he's shy about
getting naked in front of you two.  So, if you want to
watch, drop them now, and for the rest of the day if I have
to retie these wile you're around, you'll pull down your
pants too, OK?  Othwerwise I'm going to have to ask you to
leave for a minute or two."  I looked at them straight in
the eyes, but I also winked.  I was hoping they'd take this
as their inclusion in the game, and I wasn't wrong.  Yassou
had a response I wasn't quite expecting, though.

"Mr. Barker, what reward do we get at the end of the day?"
Yassou wasn't hesitant about showing off, evidently, as he
had his hands in his waistband, but it appeared he was going
to strike a bargain.

"Toff, come here!"  Badr evidently decided that if those he
and Toff got to figure out my punishment, then they got to
figure out the reward for Yassou and Amir.  "Oh, and Amir,
Yassou, when do you have to go home?"

Amir said, "We're meeting Samir and Ali for dinner and I
think we get to spend the night."  He wasn't the slightest
bit curious at Badr's question.  The three of us stood there
and watched while Toff and Badr figured things out, and it
took a bit, with Badr dominating the conversation from the
looks of it, though I was pleased to see, at least from the
body language, that Toff laid down the law at the end of
their little pow wow.  It appeared that Toff would take the
lead on this one.

"Amir, Yassou?  If you want to watch when we get our ribbons
retied by Flip, then you have to show your dicks each time,
and if they aren't hard you have to get them hard.  And
Baddie and I talked, and we agreed that if you do that each
time all day then each of us will kiss your dicks, and you
both get to kiss my butt, between the cheeks!"  He sort of
giggled at the end, like he was embarrassed, but maybe also
interested at the thought.

Amir decided to be bold.  "Will Mr. Barker?  And can we kiss
yours?"

"Amir, we can't be having a boy orgy here before I send you
back to be with Ali and Samir.  You'd be all worn out!  Just
a kiss, boy, and I'll add one, too.  Now, I have to retie
ribbons around two dicks here.  You can watch, but like Toff
said, you have to show what you have, boys!"  I would be
denying what I was beginning to understand was a very
definite sexual interest in boys if I were to say I wasn't
looking forward to this.

"You first, Amir!"

Amir went first, and it was quick.  He unbuttoned his fly
and pulled down his jeans and underwear and showed us his
skinny little penis.  It was hard and a little longer,
though skinnier, than Badr's.  It was beautiful, sticking
straight out and with a head that flared much larger than
the shaft.  I guess the shaft was the next part that would
benefit from his growth spurt.

Yassou was a little more hesitant.  He drew his pants down
slowly.  His was an elastic waistband, and he took his
underwear down with them.  I could see why he hesitated when
he finally revealed the prize.  While it was thick, Yassou's
penis was only a little more than two inches long, even as
hard as it was, though it stuck up and hugged his belly, as
if to hide.

The tension in the room was palpable, or perhaps it was just
my beating heart.  The scenery was overwhelming me.  I had
to speak.

"Good deal, boys.  And you both look to have fine dicks
there, too!  OK, I'll do some retying here.  Badr, come here
and stand on this chair!"  I pulled the chair out from the
desk and motioned for the boys to gather around.  "No, don't
pull those pants up yet, Amir!  I think you have to keep
them down the whole time."

Badr climbed up with a grin on his face, and I unsnapped his
pants and pulled them down.  As usual, he had no underwear
on, and his little dick wanted to poke me in the eye.  I
grabbed onto it and had to search in his shorts for the
ribbon.

"Badr, can't you keep this thing tied?"  I winked at him,
still holding his little tool with my left hand while I held
up the green ribbon.  Amir and Yassou crowded in on my left,
and Toff on my right.  I guess I'd have to put on a bit of a
show.

I looped the ribbon around Badr's parts again, making sure
to caress his balls.  His dick was standing proud, and it
occurred to me that it would likely be hard all day.  Heck,
by the end of the day they'd be untying the ribbons just so
I'd have to retie them.  I wasn't going to argue with that.
Two horny boys giving me my end of the bargain while tied to
a bed sounded like a whole bunch of fun.  After I tied the
ribbon I pulled his dick straight out and gave the head a
sloppy kiss, and Badr tried to thrust inside my mouth, to
which I resisted.

"No, Badr, you're not going to get more than a kiss.  Not,
at least, until you wear that ribbon all day.  Now get down.
Toff, it's your turn!"  While the boys traded places I
noticed Amir and Yassou were handling each other.

"Amir, Yassou!  You guys don't have permission to play with
each other!  Remember, you're guests in this game.  Maybe
they'll let you later.  Also, I definitely don't want an
orgy we can't control here.  We've got to get some lunch
right after this."  They nodded at me, not looking guilty at
all.  I reached behind and smacked them lightly on the
butts.  "Did I tell you what handsome boys you are?"  They
just nodded, then I turned around to see Toff standing on
the chair before me.

Without further fanfare I reached out and undid Toff's
pants.  He wasn't blushing much at being the center of
attention, and for that I was glad I'd had Badr go first.  I
pulled down his shorts to discover his penis sticking out of
the fly of his boxers, so I grasped it between thumb and
forefinger.

"He seems a little anxious, Toff!"  He giggled and blushed a
shade deeper.  Down came his boxers, and I carefully pulled
them out to avoid breaking off his dick.  Yes, it was that
hard.  When I had them down I took the ribbon from Toff's
hand and tied it around him in a nice bow.  Those ribbons
never wrapped better packages.  I turned towards Amir and
Yassou.

"Did you boys see what was hidden behind this foreskin the
other day?"  I got two heads shaking "no" in response.  The
whole room was quiet, and Toff was almost trembling beneath
my hand.

"Hurry, Flip!  I don't want it hanging out all day!"

I pulled back Toff's foreskin to reveal the head of his
penis.  Compared to the others it seemed moister and was
definitely softer, given the protective skin.  Amir and
Yassou were definitely interested, their eyes riveted, and
Toff was blushing a little harder.  For that reason I gave
him a little wet kiss on the end of his dick, causing him to
gasp and inhale, and then I pulled up his boxers and shorts
quickly.  I turned again to Amir and Yassou.

"The show is over boys, but those ribbons have been falling
off pretty regularly, this will probably happen again.  Pull
up your pants now."  I snapped my fingers in front of their
faces to break the trance they seemed to be in.  "Come on,
we have to get lunch now, boys!"  Badr and Toff almost fell
on the ground they laughed so hard at Yassou and Amir.  Amir
pulled his pants up quickly, but Yassou reached down and
flicked his little stubby penis back and forth at us a
couple times before he did, too.  I think maybe Yassou
wanted to show off.

I was to have four boys with me for the next five hours.  My
health was at stake if this was just the start.  There was
so much boyflesh in sight that I risked having pre-cum soak
through my underwear and khakis by mid-afternoon.

Amir, a little put out at being laughed at, reached up and
squeezed my own crotch.  "Mr. Barker, I think YOU enjoyed
it, too!"  I jumped a little when he did it, and he finished
with a giggle and his hand pressed to his mouth.

"Yeah, Amir, I enjoy it just as much as your Ali.  Now, all
of you, is there a place maybe in the next village where we
can hike and get a sandwich or something?  I'd love to get a
walk in, and I bet you three make great tour guides."  I
also hoped that if we were outdoors they wouldn't keep
flashing those dicks at me so much.  My own dick was loving
the look of those waggling penises, as well as the taste of
Toff's and Badr's, but if they kept that up all day I'd
never be able to keep up, and I wanted to share the majority
of my loving with Toff, not with an intense boy orgy.

Thankfully, I got three nods in response.  Badr, as always,
was the leader.  (Well, he may not have been the natural
leader.  That appeared to be Amir.  Since Badr knew me
better, though, he was stepping forward into the lead role.)

"Mr. Barker, we go to school in Barzhayum.  It is a little
bigger town and is only two or three kilometers over that
way.  We walk all the time unless it is raining."  He
pointed in the direction where I first found Toff, the spot
where they had tied him up.  "They have a little shop that
serves grilled lamb and vegetables on pita bread."

"First, Badr, I know you are very respectful, but please
call me Philip or Phil.  I don't want to remind you again.
That goes for you two as well.  Second, that looks like the
direction where you guys played the trick on Toff, so behave
or I'll tie all three of you up there.  I don't care how
cute your dicks are!"  I got giggles from all four in
response.  And we set off.

Badr led us across the street and up a short hill.  The
breeze was light and it was just under 70 degrees.  A couple
kilometers shouldn't take us half an hour - so we'd be
eating by 1:00 pm.  Then a walk home and we'd only have a
little more time to burn until Amir and Yassou had to go
meet their special friends for dinner.  I'd finish the
evening, I suppose, with two boys delightfully torturing me,
though I was looking forward to that.

I hadn't, clearly, been thinking about where we were going
or about the trail at all when Toff's hand captured mine.
We were at the top of the hill and I looked to the right and
there was the tree Toff had been tied to.  Beyond it was a
vista of open fields populated sparsely by goats.

There was a goat right by the tree down there while we
walked by, and there was a jeep riding along the road.  I
got a sudden memory of an old movie I'd seen, one I caught
on cable once a year or so.  It was set in Italy, on the
Isle of Capri and starred Clark Gable and Sophia Loren.  I
ran across that movie when I was 13 or so, and was
enraptured with the younger star, a boy with a real-life
name of Marietto.

The movie was named "It Started in Naples," and the Clark
Gable character was named Mr. Hamilton, a Philadelphia
lawyer come to Naples and Capri to settle the estate of his
frivolous brother, only to find that his brother had
fathered a child, young Nando.  Loren played Nando's
guardian, though I was unclear whether she was his mother.
She also sang in a local bar.  The plot, as I strode towards
the next village, was not what kept me watching this movie
every time I saw it on cable.  Marietto in the role of Nando
is why I watched.

Somehow these four boys reminded me of Nando.  Sure, Nando
was 8 or so in the movie, and he wore short shorts and tight
T-Shirts, as were common in 1960 when the film was made.
Sure, Nando was Italian and not Lebanese, or half Lebanese
in the case of Toff.  But those dark good looks were the
same.  Badr's messy hair reminded me of Nando.  Yassou's
skinny legs, and Amir's sassy mouth reminded me of him as
well.  But as I thought of this I realized that my
attraction to boys wasn't something I'd discovered with
Toff.  Yeah, I had that childhood relationship with Tommy,
but I must have also watched movies just to see cute boys.
Indeed, as I remembered Nando from the film I remembered the
scene where he danced with Sophia Loren, wiggling his
gorgeous tight butt the whole time.

My interest in Nando was more than that he was a gorgeous
boy.  I realized it was also sexual and it had been all
along.  Not only that, but for the first time I realized
that far into adulthood I had chosen to watch movies merely
because of the beautiful boys who starred in them.  After
all, I was single, so owning a copy of E.T. was a bit odd,
but not if I loved boys and thought Henry Thomas looked
great in those pajamas.  Hey, I always laughed at the "penis
breath" line in the movie.  I also was enraptured by other
boy movies, like Star Wars, Episode One, and The Sixth
Sense.  I shook my head.  Just being around these boys I
learned more about myself.

I raised my eyes and saw Badr and Amir walking in front of
us, their own butts flexing and stretching the fabric of
their shorts as we walked.  Yassou was further ahead.  These
little butts bobbing in front of me threatened to send me
off daydreaming once more, but I came around as I heard
something in Badr's voice.  It sounded like he was teasing
again.

"You should have seen it.  I thought Philip was going to
kiss Mustapha and then do him right there on the counter!"
I guess Badr must have been talking about when we got our
ears pierced, and while I certainly remember feeling choked
up, I didn't remember much sexual hunger for Toff, at least
so it would overcome self-control to that degree.  Did I
really look so ravenous to Badr?

"Badr, it was nothing of the sort!  I was pleased to give
him a nice earring!  See Amir, Yassou?  We both have
matching emeralds, and Hassan helped us by piercing our
ears."  I stopped and Toff and I tilted our heads to show
off our left ears.  It was odd that we did it almost in
unison.

"Philip, I mean when you distracted Mustapha while he got
his pierced.  I thought you were going to eat him alive.
Anybody could have looked in and seen everything, and you
should have seen your face, Philip!  It was like you wanted
to suck on it forever and not just to distract Mustapha!"
Was there a game these boys played -- tease the old guy
about how much he likes to suck his boy's dick?  I was
missing something here.  I mean, I sucked Badr this morning,
was he forgetting that?

"Toff, do you understand this?"  I looked down and he looked
as lost as I did.

"Hold it guys.  Stop!  I want to talk for a minute."  We all
halted.  I looked down the hill and there was the town of
Barzhayum, another small hamlet, but with a lot more bustle
in the central square.  Badr, Amir and Yassou stopped and
turned around and faced Toff and myself.

"Explain what you mean, Badr.  I'm not sure why it was so
funny."  I made sure not to sound offended.

"Not really funny, Philip.  I guess I was just saying how
much you looked like you liked sucking Toff's dick, even if
it was just for a second or two in the store.  I sure know
why he didn't even notice when Hassan did the hole in his
ear.  I mean, this morning when you did it to me you were
pretty good!  I was sort of teasing Amir and Yassou because
the ribbon is slipping right now, and I knew I was going to
get a lick or two.  See!"  With that he opened the front of
his pants and showed off how the ribbon was almost off.

I rolled my eyes.  "Well, Badr, I'm beginning to think
you're loosening the ribbon on purpose.  How about if I have
Amir tie it back on this time?  Toff, Yassou will do yours,
OK?"  I looked down at Toff, and he dug his hand into his
crotch.

"Yeah, Flip, I didn't notice, but mine is untied, too."  He
didn't seem to mind that Yassou was going to be tying it,
and frankly, I was interested in seeing if Amir and Yassou
gave those kisses to the ends of their dicks like I did.

"OK guys, let's get behind the tree here and these two can
help you tie those ribbons so they'll stay on through
lunch."  The whole gang of us got behind the tree, and I
directed the boys.

"Amir, Yassou, you know the deal.  You have to pull your
pants down first."

They obeyed, but whether from the hike or the cool wind,
their equipment wasn't erect.  They both had what appeared
to be tiny penises snuggled up and trying to get the warmth
from their bodies.  Amir evidently forgot the other rule,
and he reached for Badr to help him off with his pants.

"Hold it, Amir.  Aren't you forgetting something?  It's not
hard, and the deal was that you had to show it AND be hard
before you could watch the dare."  Amir and Yassou looked
put out and embarrassed that they weren't raging with
hormones all the time and were soft.

"Badr, Toff, you want to help these two get hard?"  I didn't
have to suggest it twice.  Toff and Badr walked right up and
grabbed Yassou and Amir, respectively, in the crotch.  They
were more rough than I would have been, but they settled
down quickly, and I sat down on the ground and watched the
spectacle.  Somehow there was something very satisfying
watching my boy Toff enjoy himself playing with another
boy's penis.

Perhaps that was the latent guilt still wracking me.  Here I
was discovering that I was attracted to boys all my life,
and in the last two days I had been emotionally and sexually
intimate with a decidedly beautiful boy, and perhaps even
more sexually intimate with Badr.  Toff was supposed to be
my special boy, but I think I'd been more physically
intimate with Badr, sampling both his crotch and his butt.
Those acts, whether caressing Toff to climax, sucking him
off, or tonguing Badr's backside were illegal in my country
and here in Lebanon as well.  Beyond the legal facts of the
matter, I'd been imbued with the idea that sexual contact
between adults and children was wrong and inherently
damaging to the child.  No, I wasn't so indoctrinated to
think that mere nudity was damaging to the child, but it was
very hard to think good of myself when I was participating
in much more than nudity with these three boys.

While Toff and Badr stood in front of their charges I
watched as they manipulated their small penises.  They
softly stroked their balls and Toff was so bold as to
stretch the elastic skin of Yassou's penis until it appeared
to be four inches long.  The boys quietly giggled and I
marveled at what seemed so natural.  Here four boys were
discovering a kind of fun they could have with each other.
I experimented when I was young, but it was never like this,
with more than one partner, and certainly not with an adult
watching.  Tommy and I played dick tag, but sex was one-on-
one and usually furtive.  Here, at least with these three
boys who were now friends of my Toff, sex seemed like a
delightful and carefree part of life.  Indeed, with Badr and
Hassan it seemed the same way.  It was more between Toff and
myself, though.  There was love between us and I was certain
it was not just experimentation.

Soon Amir and Yassou were standing tall, and I hadn't really
taken in how well Badr and Toff had done their jobs, but
everyone seemed pleased.  They were giggling and switching
places, as it was time for Badr and Toff to be ministered
to.  One thing I discovered is that these boys, at least,
seemed to have an endless capacity for this sort of sex
play.  Maybe all boys weren't like them, but it seemed to me
to be a natural appetite that parents and society somehow
tried to make sure to suppress.  Another vision came to me
from my past.

I was at Tommy's house and we were at the dinner table.  I
think we were about 11 or so.  Somehow we'd got it into out
heads to take the hot dogs out of the buns and suck on them,
challenging each other silently to do something so crude
that Tommy's Mom or Dad or big sister would notice.  I
remember almost choking on the hot dog as I stuck it down my
throat, and I almost fell off my chair laughing when Tommy
picked up an ear of corn with the clear intent of fellating
the huge thing.  Luckily his Mom and Dad were the kind to
watch the news during dinner, and so they never noticed, nor
did they notice when Tommy slipped his hand in my pants and
jerked me off right at the table.  We laughed extra hard
later in his room.  I hadn't remembered that incident until
now while marveling at these boys and their seemingly
endless appetite.  Unfortunately, I'd missed most of the
show while ruminating on old memories from when I was just
like them, a horny boy checking out how to use the equipment
that hormones demanded they use.

I looked up in time to see Amir engulfing all of Badr's
penis, and Yassou, watching with one eye, about to do the
same to Toff.  While I was eager to watch that sort of
thing, part of this game with Badr and Toff was to get them
so wildly excited and horny by the end of the day that they
could hardly contain themselves.  Of course, the same would
be said of me, I'm sure.

"Boys, we don't have time for the whole performance!  Maybe
you guys can do that stuff tomorrow."  Yassou and Amir
reluctantly released their grasps.  "Now get buttoned up
guys, and let's go have lunch."

The goat track we'd been following widened as we got nearer
to Barzhayum.  The boys, finished with fondling each other
and now back to goofing off and shoving each other, led the
way down the track and into the village of Barzhayum.  On
the way Yassou couldn't stop talking.

"Hey, Amir, you must try Mustapha's.  That extra skin is
funny.  It slides pretty easy up and down and it feels odd."
It was like he couldn't quite say what he wanted to.  I
tried to give him some help.

"Like a turtle neck sweater, Yassou, or something like
that?"

Yassou nodded.  "But it was like the skin of the balls
almost, loose even when the whole thing is hard.  Not like
mine or Badr's or Amir's.  There's more to play with even if
it isn't any bigger."  Badr decided to tease now.

"Oh, it's bigger than yours, Yassou.  Everyone is bigger
than yours!  Even your little brother's is bigger!"  Badr
slapped at Yassou's head playfully, and I looked to see if
Yassou was hurt by the teasing, but I was proud to see that
Toff got there first.

"Baddie, it's not nice to tease someone about how their dick
looks.  Remember, that's what you got in trouble for with
tying me up.  I liked Yassou's, and I bet Samir likes it,
too."  I smiled and grabbed both Yassou and Toff in a quick
hug, one under each arm.

"He's right, Badr.  Look at Yassou.  He teased Toff along
with you other guys but now he thinks Toff's dick is fun and
interesting.  I think Yassou has a very handsome dick, and
who knows how big it's going to get when he grows bigger?
One thing, it's the thickest of you four, and thickness
matters!  Samir likes it, and I bet you guys like it too,
right?"  I stopped.  We were about to climb a rock wall to
get on the short road into the village of Barzhayum.  They
stopped and looked up at me.

"I'm not going to let that teasing go, Badr, and I want you
to say something nice about Yassou's dick."  I looked at
him, but it wasn't quite a stern look.  I wanted to make
sure he knew I wasn't mad, but also didn't want teasing on
that subject while I was around.

"Well, Philip, Yassou's feels better in my butt than Amir's
does, and I think it is because it is thicker.  It doesn't
reach the spot, and neither does Amir's, at least not like
Hassan's does, so it doesn't feel best, but it feels really
good."  I was shocked speechless.  Badr talked about anal
sex as casually as if he were talking about his scores in
math at school.  Amir just stood there nodding, like he knew
what Badr was talking about, and only Yassou had the decency
to blush.  Toff squeezed my hand hard like he couldn't
believe he was hearing it.  I shook my head again to clear
the cobwebs.  These couple days in Carredeh were really
opening my eyes to possibilities.

"Thank you for saying that, Badr.  That was very nicely put.
OK, boys, let's get to that restaurant!"

Amir led the way and soon we were parked in front of a small
restaurant, a pita sandwich of lamb and tomato and cucumbers
in the hand of each boy and myself, and a large plate of
limp fries in the middle of the table.  No, they weren't
McDonald's fries, as Amir was quick to point out, but boys
and fries are a good combination, and we were all happily
eating.  It was warm enough that we were comfortable, and we
had the only table out there.  There was little traffic in
the street, and that seemed odd to me.  I decided to start a
conversation.

"Hey guys, why aren't there many people out on the streets?"
Amir spoke up.

"Philip, tomorrow is the first day after the end of Ramadan.
Everyone is probably fasting, or sometimes they're afraid to
eat in public because they want to make everyone think they
are fasting.  But that usually doesn't go for kids.  Ali and
I are going with Samir and Yassou tomorrow to celebrate in
Beiruit, I think."  Leave it to Amir to have the answers.
Badr filled me in more.

"Well, I think Toff and I are going to the beach with Hassan
and Badr in two days.  I guess it'll be crowded, huh?  I
mean, people will still be celebrating on the 28th, right?"
I'd never heard of this Eid al Fitr holiday before, but I
imagined it would send people to the beaches.

"Philip, there is a three day holiday for the end of
Ramadan, and even though we are not celebrating Ramadan,
almost everyone else is fasting.  That's why we have the
restaurant to ourselves.  But tomorrow will be a whole lot
of partying.  People go out to parties in every town for
three days, and there are small carnivals all over where
people go to have fun."  Well, Amir certainly was a font of
knowledge.  I just hoped the beach wasn't too crowded.  Then
again, watching a whole bunch of scantily clad boys on the
beach might just get me too excited.  He munched
contentedly, and I decided to fish a little about how these
boys got involved with their men.

"Amir, you seem to be very talkative.  Can you tell us how
Ali became your special friend?"  It seemed a bold question,
but why not ask?  We all had the subject of special friends
in common, after all.  Maybe that's all we had in common,
except for liking boy dicks.

Amir looked up at me, set down his sandwich, and started to
speak.

"Philip, when my father joined the militant group my mother
disowned him.  Hassan heard about it from my mother, who he
was in love with when he was just six years old, and
introduced me to Ali.  Ali used to be Hassan's special
friend.  He's big and strong and now he's mine!"  Amir
beamed as if he was the luckiest of all three of the boys.
Badr wasn't going to let that go, though.

"Hassan is taller!  He lifts me up on his shoulders, but he
says sometimes I'm getting too big."  Badr was proud of
Hassan, but it was clear as his voice sank at the end that a
boy growing up was a pain both man and boy felt to some
degree.

"Badr, how did you meet Hassan?"  I was curious as to this
community which seemed to harbor a nest of men loving boys,
and boys evidently thriving because of it.

"Oh, Philip.  Two years ago my father was going to have to
go overseas for a year to become a better doctor.  He knew
Hassan when he was a boy, and they are very good friends.  I
think Hassan introduced my father to my mother.  Before he
left for London he went to Hassan and asked him to make
friends with me.  We went to the beach every weekend that
summer and had a great time and Anissa let me stay over at
his house often."  Badr was proud about his friendship with
Hassan, and talkative as usual.

"It sounds like you're very close to him, Badr, and I could
see this morning that Hassan loves you.  In fact, Yassou, it
sure looked like you and Samir are very close.  How did you
meet?"  The boys were eying the last of the fries by this
point, and I had the least talkative of the boys now ready
to ask my questions.  The questions somehow were important
to me.  I was looking ahead to how my own relationship with
Toff might play out, and there was something nagging me that
felt uncomfortable.

"Philip, I have known Samir since I was a little boy.  He
worked in the shop that sells fruits and vegetables, and
when I was a little boy he always gave me sweets, even
during Ramadan.  What I really liked were figs, and so he
called me fig boy.  I learned later that he owned the shop
as well as many other properties.  My father is a member of
the Lebanese Army and he isn't home much, but I do lots of
things with Samir."  Yassou seemed finished and he scooped
the last fry up.

"But Yassou, how did Samir become such good friends with Ali
and Hassan?  I get the sense that you all do things
together, right?"  It still bothered me how this group of
men who loved boys could live so openly in the village, and
were even approved of, or so it seemed, by some of the
families.  I imagined that it was risky, that there were
many who would make sure they were arrested if they knew,
and so I imagined the men had made sure to be furtive about
the whole thing.  Ali and Hassan were connected by their
former relationship, and Badr had hinted at Hassan and David
being involved in the past.  But how did Samir work his way
into the group?

"Do you mean how did Hassan know that Samir and I were
playing with dicks, Philip?"  Such simple phrases from the
mouth of a boy could hold very weighty meanings.  I nodded
that he was right.

"A year ago or so Samir and I had taken a long walk and we
were in the vineyard on the other side of the village.  We
had taken a lunch with us, and when we finished Samir was
having dessert."  Yassou blushed when he said this, and I
imagined that Samir was having a lovely time with Yassou's
little fat dick.  "Anyway, Hassan came up on his horse and
surprised us.  I was so scared that I peed when Samir stood
up and it got all over him, on Samir's chin and then all
over my clothes, and Hassan got off of his horse to say he
was sorry.  He told us he would go get more clothes for me,
and wished us to finish while he was gone.  He came back a
while later with a pair of shorts belonging to Badr, and he
told me I could return them to Badr the next day."

"It was funny.  Badr and I had played sucking games before
that, but neither of us knew the other had a special friend.
But we do lots of things together now."  Badr nodded, and by
the way he was fidgeting in his chair it appeared that
either the ribbon had slipped or he and the other boys were
tired of quiet conversation.

"OK, guys, let's walk back, but I think I might have eaten
too much!"  I let out with a large belch, causing some
serious giggling.  I sat for a moment and watched while a
belching contest developed.  I wanted to think, and while I
couldn't get away from these guys (and didn't really want
to), I had a plan.  Before I could put anything into effect,
however, Toff reached over, squeezed my hand and pulled it
into his lap.  He was hard and he wanted to make sure I knew
it.  For my part, I wanted a quiet word with Toff, and since
Amir, Yassou and Badr seemed to intent on becoming world
champion belchers, I bent down to whisper to Toff.

"Toff, do you have a ribbon problem?"  He looked at me
blankly for a second, then he nodded hesitantly.

"Badr, can you tell me where the lavatory is?"  Badr hardly
took his eyes off what he was doing, pointed around the side
of the building, and then continued talking wildly and
horsing around with Amir and Yassou.

Toff and I got up and went around the side of the brick
building and in a door with the universal symbol of a man on
it.  Inside we were faced with a rundown, primitive, but
evidently clean facility.  On the opposite wall from the
door was a trough to piss in.  There was a decrepit toilet
circa mid-20th century, and a pedestal sink.  While
everything was clean, this was definitely not the standards
of the local McDonald's back home.

I suddenly did not want to do something as romantic as touch
Toff in this place.  And that's when it hit me.  The place
wasn't the thing, but that we hadn't been romantic in a
while.  Every time I'd touched Toff during the day someone
was watching.  During none of the individual instances
during the day had it been just Toff and myself.  Perhaps
that was what was nagging at me.  No, during none of the
sexual interludes was I nervous at the time, but being alone
with Toff seemed to be a need for me, maybe even a hunger.
I was confused as to hunger, however.  Was I hungry for my
love of Toff, or for the love of all of those precious
little penises I'd seen.

"Toff, get up on the sink and I'll tie you up again, but
we're going to have to talk, and I'm not sure how to say
everything I need to say."  I noticed a bewildered, lost
look on his face.  "No, Toff, nothing bad.  I just want to
talk about how much I love you and tell what I'm feeling."

Toff had climbed up on the pedestal sink and unbuckled his
belt.

"And on the subject of what I'm feeling.  Is that thing
still hard, Toff?"  Toff giggled and I moved in and unzipped
my prize efficiently.  I pulled his dick out of his boxers
and slid the green ribbon up and around from where it was
lying tangled around his balls.

"Toff, what do you think about how this ribbon matches your
earring?"  I held the ribbon next to his ear and stared.
Toff's brown eyes caught a green glow in the light of the
fluorescent lamp above the pedestal sink.  Toff looked like
a God there perched on that sink.  His dark hair only
accentuated his eyes more, and his glasses gave him a look
of mystery.

"Forget the earring, Flip.  I need a kiss."  He had reached
down and wiggled his dick at me, drawing down the foreskin
to reveal and angry head, and he was grinning with delight
and apparent need.  Instead of ducking my head to his
command, though, I put my hands on both sides of his head
and met my lips to his.

I gave Toff a passionate kiss.  In no time our lips were wet
as they mashed against each other, and when he parted his to
let my tongue in I was not surprised.  I hadn't noticed it
outside, but Toff was hot and interested and horny.  My
tongue took his hint and I thrust it into his eager mouth,
explored his teeth, his gums, then tickled the roof of his
mouth.  I took my time, my tongue moving slowly, but it
became clear in moments that Toff wanted more.  His breath
came panting through his nostrils, and I opened my eyes to
see his glasses had fogged, eyes closed tight behind them.
I speared my tongue in to find his, and we dueled our
tongues for some time after that, Toff struggling to get his
tongue into my mouth, and before long I let him and he was
humping my mouth with it.  He was rampant, and I was happy
to let him violate my mouth, so happy that it took a while
for me to realize I'd somehow picked him up in the midst of
the make-out session and he was humping my belly with his
penis.

Toff's shorts had slipped down his legs and we must have
made quite a sight if someone were to barge in.  He was
rapidly taking himself to orgasm, though, and I didn't want
that.  The point of the ribbon, after all, was to keep Toff
hard and horny all day long.  Reluctantly I pulled my lips
from Toff, peeled his body from mine and set him back onto
the pedestal sink.

"Toff, you dog!  I think it's great that you're horny and
even better that you want me to help take you over the top
here, but the point of the ribbon thing is that you DON'T
get off until later.  This is sort of like a tickle torture.
That ribbon reminds you of your dick all day and it stays
hard and the rules say only I can tie it back.  That way by
the end of the day you and Badr will be all set to do the
same kind of tickle torture to me."  Toff was still panting
as I said this to him and retied the ribbon around his
tender parts.  I gave him the obligatory kiss down there,
but I didn't need to make it near so lascivious as before.
Still, he jumped a little when my lips made contact with the
base of his penis.  I then fished his shorts from dangling
off of one foot and pulled them and his boxers up and
fastened them.  Toff had a dreamy look on his face, as if he
was so close to an orgasm that he was almost satisfied, but
still wanted more.  He looked drunk, if truth were told.

Before we left the rest room we both peed, though it was
considerably difficult for both of us.  We stood before the
open trough and Toff stared at my erection while he pointed
his own.

"Toff, you keep staring at that thing and neither of us will
be able to pee, you know."  I winked at him.

"But, it's just so weird that it gets so hard.  I never even
touched it and it's as hard as it was last night!"  Toff's
eyes were wide as he admired my penis.  Perhaps he was just
astounded at its size compared to the size of his, but he
licked his lips slightly as he stared.  Maybe he was just
cleaning the saliva left on his lips from our kissing
session, but I imagined more, and I longed for him to kiss
my penis, to engulf it in his little mouth, to make love to
it.  Damn!  I'd never pee this way!

"OK, Toff, zip up.  We'll pee on the way back.  Besides, I
want to talk with you some so I'm going to ask the boys to
go ahead of us and give us some privacy for a while.  We'll
pee on the trail after we give these things a chance to go
down."  I zipped up, and then I rubbed his butt
affectionately a little while he did zipped up.  We exited
the rest room and walked around to see all three of the
other boys sitting on the edge of their seats waiting for
us.

"What took you so long?"  Badr asked.  He sported a leer on
his face, and Yassou and Amir had matching smiles.  I
answered him quietly so just the four of them could hear.

"Oh, guys, I just had a little bit of a bashful bladder.
Hey, let's get out of here and head back to Carredeh.  It's
2:00.  I'd like to get in a little exercise.  How about we
play a little soccer in that field where we saw the goats?"
I figured a little misdirection might be in order to keep
Badr from shouting something out in front of the growing
crowd in the restaurant.

I got three nods and they all got off their chairs and we
headed across the street, but not before Amir got off a
shot.

"Well, you probably got a chance to practice with balls a
minute ago, Philip, but you have to remember you'll get
called for `hands' when we play with a proper soccer ball!"
The whole group giggled and Toff blushed a little, and by
the time they were finished jostling each other and making
even more crude cracks we were on the trail and headed out
of the village of Barzhayum.  I wanted time to talk with
Toff, so I halted our little parade for a moment.

"Guys, can you three go ahead?  I want a little man and boy
talk with Toff.  You know, Badr, we still have to get to
know each other.  Hey, we'll only be a half an hour, then
I'll even join for some kicking around the football, ok?
You can show the old man a thing or two then."  All three
nodded their heads.  This wasn't something they were going
to leer at, at least I hoped.  After all, they each had
special friends and probably knew the value of time
together.  I was wrong, of course.

"That is fine, Philip.  We will meet you in the goat meadow.
Careful you don't get called for illegal use of hands on the
balls!"  They all scampered up the trail giggling about Toff
and I, and I reached for Toff's hand and we strolled up the
hill ourselves.

The boys ran ahead of us as Toff and I slowly climbed the
hill and I thought to myself about what I wanted to say.  I
wanted to say all about how I loved him, and how I wanted
our interactions together to be romantic, and how I thought
that while I liked Badr and all, that I especially loved
when we were together and I was kissing Toff and holding him
in my arms.  But before I could get the courage to get a
word out Toff beat me to it.

"Flip, do those guys play with each other's dicks all the
time?"  I detected that we were going to have a serious
conversation.  I had wanted to talk to him about having
reservations about sexual activity with him, and especially
with he and Badr together, but it seemed that Toff was going
to approach the subject his way.  Since I hadn't known how
to approach the subject, I was relieved.

"Toff, I'll bet they go at it pretty regularly.  It seems
that because of their relationship with Hassan, Samir and
Ali, they see nothing wrong with playing around that way.
Frankly, before I came here I wouldn't have thought there
was any group of people, even a little village, that seemed
to accept such sexual relations with boys, but the more I'm
seeing things around here, the more it seems lots of people
treat it as if it's natural."  I tightened my grip on Toff's
hand.

"You know, Toff, sometimes it's a lot of fun watching them
play around.  I just love it when they play the games and
stuff and poke each other.  I guess when I was a boy Tommy
and I started our sex play with games.  It started when we
played strip poker when we were a little younger than you.
Then when we were both naked we dared each other to do
stuff.  I guess playing around like that is pretty natural."
I remembered those games fondly.  We even had Tommy's
brother Neil in a game once when we were 13, but he was so
much littler than us that he got embarrassed and called off
everything after we got to the naked stage.  I guess it was
shortly after that Tommy and I lost interest.  Rather, we
transferred our interest to girls.  Whether we began to like
girls because we were expected to was something I'd never
considered until now.

"Flip, are you kidding?  What kind of dares?"  Toff was
looking up at me like he was eager and interested.  Also, I
suspect my admissions about what I did at his age made our
own sexual activity seem normative.

"Well, we had rules, I think.  Let me see if I remember.  We
put a whole bunch of things to do on slips of paper and then
put them in a hat.  They said things like `lick loser's
balls for thirty seconds,' or `run to the bathroom naked,'
or `winner gets sucked for one minute,' or `masturbate loser
with your toes' or even a couple about kissing or just
looking.  I remember Tommy put one in that said the winner
fucked the loser's butt, but we couldn't ever stop giggling
long enough to get it to work, Toff.  I think if we had Badr
playing with us he would have had us slick each other up
with our tongues, don't you?  These guys know what they are
doing, don't they?"  Toff smiled but clearly the gears were
turning.

"Flip, would you mind if Badr and I did something like that
tonight?  You know, the slips of paper?"  He grinned now,
but he was on edge.  I wondered if Toff was feeling the same
thing I was, a little edginess about playing with anyone
other than each other.  Or maybe it was the opposite.  If it
was a game with Badr, then it seemed fine to do, but I
wanted romance very badly, with just Toff and myself.
Still, maybe the games made things easier emotionally for
Toff.  Maybe he just wasn't ready for all the mushy stuff.
Still, I had to be honest with him.  We wore the same
earring and would be together forever, I hoped, at least
with me as a supportive good friend for Toff, if not in
closer and more intimate connection.  I guess I thought he
deserved to know my inner feelings.

"Toff, if you and Badr want to play a game tonight with me
as the object of your torture, that's fine with me.  But
come here a minute."  I pulled him off the side of the trail
and sat myself on a rock.

"Toff, doing stuff with you and Badr at the same time is
fun, but I need to be with just you a lot, too.  Not just in
sex ways, but also to get to know you.  I wasn't kidding by
giving you that emerald.  I want us to be close from now
until you decide you don't need me anymore.  Maybe when
you're forty or so, buddy."  I winked at him and poked him
in the nose.  "So, we can do the sex stuff with the three of
us, but could I have some kisses before bed, too?"  I looked
Toff in the eye and hoped he understood my intent.  I didn't
go so far as to say that there were kinds of play with Badr
that I'd rather reserve for my Toff alone.  To be totally
honest, I had to tell him everything.

"Toff, one more thing, if that's alright.  There are some
sex acts I'd like to reserve doing with just you.  I guess
you and I can talk about what those would be.  Maybe Badr is
an exception, though.  He taught us that butt thing, right?
And we both liked that."  I wasn't saying it right.  I
wanted Toff to know he was special, and even that I felt
uncomfortable going too far with any of the other boys, but
I wasn't sure how to say it.  Toff read me well, though.

"Oh, Flip, some of the stuff scares me, and it's like a
thrill goes through me and stuff.  It makes me excited and
also scared and it's very confusing.  I guess if it's part
of a game sometimes that if feels OK, especially when the
other guy is going to do it, too.  I was a little jealous
though when you were sucking on Badr."  He giggled in
remembrance of our little ambush of Badr this morning.  "We
got him good, though, didn't we?"

"That's what I mean, Toff.  If it's a game and we are
surprising Badr, or if you guys are competing or something,
then I don't feel funny at all.  It's just that if there
were two little boy dicks in front of me and I had to make
the choice of making love to one of them, then I'd kick Badr
out of the house and ravage you to an inch of your life."  I
tickled him a little, digging my fingers into his sides and
making him squeal happily, even though I was serious.  I'm
pretty sure he knew I was serious, but sometimes it was hard
to keep my hands off of Toff.

It took a couple for his giggles to die down, and then
Toff's expression sobered up.  He looked me full in the eyes
with only a glance to make sure my fingers weren't going to
make another attack.  He was panting.

"If you want to keep adjusting this ribbon, you should keep
it up with the tickling, Mister!"  He groped himself
obscenely and winked at me, but his expression sobered again
quickly.

"So let's make a deal, Flip.  Put out your hand!"  I stuck
out my hand ready to hear the deal we were going to shake
on.

"We can do the sex stuff together alone and we can kiss
whole lots.  I want that, too.  When Badr is around we can
do it if it's part of a game, but I'm not sure about that
butt stuff.  The kissing it wasn't so bad, but, well. . .
Also, I don't want you wasting those good kisses on Badr.
Do those sound like good rules?"  He held his hand out to
shake but he wasn't as confident as when he first thrust it
out there.

"Sure, Toff," I said.  We shook hands, and then he switched
hands and we continued up the hill with his hand in mine.
We could barely make out the other boys near the top of the
rise, and it looked like they were already kicking the
soccer ball around.  We'd only gone ten paces or so when
Toff stopped me again.

"Flip?"  His voice was higher than usual.  I detected that
Toff may be a little strained.  Heck, we'd openly talked
about our sex with each other for the first time.  That was
quite a hefty subject, especially for an eleven year old in
a culture where doing stuff with other males, much less an
adult male like me, carried quite a stigma.  What was it
Miriam had said about Toff maybe being gay?  God, maybe he
was and it was sinking in or something.  I didn't know how
to deal with this stuff.

"Yeah, Toff, I'm all ears."  I rubbed my hand through his
hair and them knelt down so I was on the same level as he
was.

"Flip, does doing the sex stuff with you and Badr mean that
I'm gay or something?"  He didn't seem particularly broken
up about it.  Concerned, maybe.  He seemed concerned but not
overly so.  Shoot, I should just stick to trying to answer
the question rather than to interpret his looks.  Those
looks too often engulfed me and made me melt, I'd become so
fond of his beauty.  I waited a few more moments and then
went into what was likely a very lame answer.

"Toff, I believe that lots of boys experiment when they're
your age and maybe even continue for five or six years.
After that, there's no telling what kind of orientation they
can end up with.  I suspect you'll end up experimenting with
girls, too."  I thought for a moment.

"Look at David, Toff.  He played around a lot with Hassan
when he was little.  Now he's married twice and has a little
boy of his own.  I guess he isn't afraid Badr will turn gay,
and I'll bet he knows what Badr and Hassan do together.
Heck, they do a lot more than you and I do.  Toff, my best
friend Tommy and I played together several times a week for
a couple years and we both turned out liking women."  There,
the coup de grace on that argument, or so I thought.  I
looked up and caught a smirk spreading across Toff's face.

"Yeah, sure you like girls, Flip!  You've sucked two boys
off in the last twenty-four hours and you say you like
girls?"  Toff poked at me teasingly, but there was some
seriousness to what he said, too.  I gave as good as I got
in the poking department, and we had another little
gigglefest, but when we slowed down I tried to answer the
serious part of his teasing remarks.

"You know, Toff?  I've never been attracted to an adult man.
Well, by the time Tommy and I split up he had the body of an
adult, and I loved that him very much.  But my point is that
I don't think I'm homosexual or bisexual.  In fact, during
the past few years I haven't been very sexual at all.  Maybe
I've been working too hard.  You woke something up in me
that I thought was frozen or something.  Shoot, I think I've
had more erections around you and Badr in the last two days
than I've had in the last six months."  I rubbed Toff on the
head for a minute and looked in his eyes as I paused.

"Toff, I think I needed to find love for me to get horny
again, and I think for me that has nothing to do with
whether I'm gay or straight or maybe just like little boys."
I winked at this last bit.  I also pulled Toff into a big
hug and kissed him behind the ear.  "Toff?  I love you lots
and I'm not ashamed of telling you, even if I could go to
jail for it.  And it's not just that cute little dick of
yours.  So for me, it's not about being gay or queer or
straight or anything else.  It's all about being in love."

We sat there for a few moments, quiet as can be on that hill
in Lebanon with the sun going down.  I was pleased with what
I'd told Toff, about loving him, about being gay.  I was
content there hugging him as the wind picked up on that fine
day.  This was the heaven I thought I'd never have, to love
someone with my whole soul and to be loved back, and in
addition, to help raise him to adulthood, being a strong and
positive influence in the life of a boy.  After some moments
Toff pulled back and stared at me, then he stuck out his
tongue.

"Don't be so mushy, Flip!  You'll make me lose my lunch, and
I like lamb!"  Toff shoved me, but it was pretty clear he
was just teasing, as usual, I guess.  You can't expect boys
to get all mushy like that, can you?  "Last one to the top
has to suck a goat's dick, Flip!"  And Toff tore off up the
hill.

I wasn't in bad shape, and I certainly didn't want to suck a
goat's dick, so I scrambled after him, and the race was
close.  I'd guess it was just about three hundred meters,
and Toff had the lead the whole time, then at the end I
caught him and lifted him into my arms and staggered up to
the others.

"I guess I won, huh Toff?"  I grinned, but I was much too
tired to talk any smack at the boy, so I just let him down
easy.  "Baa, baa!"  I thrust my pelvis out at him after I
set him down and continued making sounds like a goat.  Toff
laughed, but he also blushed, perhaps not wanting to explain
the joke in front of the others.

"Toff, Maybe you want to play soccer for a while with these
guys while I rest my bones a bit?"  I started to look for
somewhere to sit down.

"Rest your bones!  No way old man, you're coming out here
and play some, too!  Amir, kick the ball to Flip or he's
going to pussy out on us!"  Toff ran ahead towards Badr and
Yassou, and I fielded the pass from Amir and started
dribbling across the field towards the tree where Toff had
been tied just two days before.  The boys either tried to
steal if from me or tried to tackle me, and for the next
hour it was all I could do to catch my breath.

Luckily, those green ribbons, now getting soaked with sweat,
fell off a couple times, so all soccer stopped while Yassou,
Amir and I took turns tying them back, with the accompanying
kisses, of course.  By the time we finished with the soccer
we had five sweaty guys lying on the ground.  Every once in
a while someone would get up and kick at the ball, but they
were more likely to reach out and grope each other.  I got
more than my share of handfuls of ass and crotch, and I
certainly got groped by all four boys.  At one point they
were all over me and trying to strip me.  If this weren't in
a pasture overlooking the road to Carredeh, I might have let
them.

Finally, though, it came time to go home.  The sun was
starting to go down on this 26th of December, and I had the
duty of feeding two of these boys, or at least it was
likely, what with Jamila being in the hospital.

I got the boys to their feet.  As usual, Toff took my hand
as we all walked down the hill joking and laughing.  And as
usual, the joking centered on farts and dicks and butts.
These boys may have been more advanced sexually than four
similar boys in small town USA, but they were just boys in
very many ways, especially as concerns potty humor.

When we arrived at the Bareb house their car was still gone,
so I took the boys around to the Olive House.  We all went
inside for a moment.

"Badr, Toff, say your goodbyes to Amir and Yassou.  I'll be
leaving you two here for a bit myself, and I expect you to
take showers.  Toff, if you need some paper and a pen
they're in the drawer just under my laptop, OK?"  I had
remembered him wanting to make slips of `commands' for my
little torture later.  "Oh, Toff, you and Badr won the
challenge by keeping those ribbons on, so you get to put me
through my reward.  So while I'm out with Amir picking up
dinner for us at Ali's restaurant, you guys can plan things
out.  Amir, are you headed to see Ali now?"

"Yes, Philip.  You can walk with me.  May I recommend dinner
for all of you?  Or maybe Ali has some good ideas.  Yassou
is going to meet Samir there, too, so we can all walk
together."  We sidled to the door.

"Remember, Badr and Toff.  Showers, and no monkey business
unless I'm around to watch!"  I winked at the two of them,
already whispering and starting to conspire.  "Come on,
Amir, Yassou.  Let's get to the village."

Yassou wasn't having it so quick.  "Philip, I think we were
promised kisses before we left.  Badr and Toff were each
supposed to kiss each of our dicks, and so were you.  Are
you going to keep your promise?"  While he said it he had
his hand down his pants, and from the look in Yassou's eyes
he was definitely ready.

I was decidedly NOT ready.  In fact, I was waiting with a
feeling not unlike trepidation about the no doubt delicious
torture that was awaiting me after dinner from Toff and
Badr.  I felt some bit of guilt, or just unsettled emotions
over participating in sex with both of them at once, and
here were two boys who wanted their dicks kissed.  How would
I ever stop things from becoming an orgy?  Maybe I could ask
Ali for his advice when I went to pick up some food for
dinner.  Whatever I decided for the future, though, we had
promised had promised those kisses earlier, and keeping
promises was important to any boy.  And it wasn't like this
was going to traumatize Amir and Yassou.  On one thing I
thought I could rest easy:  these Lebanese boys were not
being molested.  They seemed to thrive on these games,
though I hadn't seen them yet in a situation where it was
clearly more than a game, I had seen that they were very
attached to their special friends.  Perhaps their situation
was much like what I hoped for with Toff and I.  It may even
be that Hassan, Samir and Ali also had this inner turmoil of
the boys pushing towards orgy all the time and wanting to
hold back, like me, for the romantic moments with just that
special boy.

"OK, but let's get this over quickly.  I want to get to the
restaurant and back here.  Yassou, you first.  What do you
say to ten seconds from each of us?  Amir, you count.
Yassou, sit on the bed and drop those drawers and get
prepared."  I looked to Badr and Toff, who had evidently
forgotten this promise.  "Who's first, boys?"  I looked to
Toff and Badr to see which of them would step forward.

Yassou had his shorts and underpants lowered by then, and
his stubby penis jutted out between his skinny thighs.
There wasn't that much there to kiss, but what Yassou had
was as hard as steel and flared an angry red on the end.
Either he came to attention quickly or he'd been thinking
about this for a while.

Badr had volunteered to go first, and Toff wanted last.  I
didn't have to prod Badr at all as he stepped forward,
lowered his head between Yassou's spread thighs and
proceeded to kiss and tongue Yassou's scrotum.  Ten seconds
is a long time if we measure by the rapture on Yassou's
face, but it wasn't long before I tapped Badr on the
shoulder.

"You're time is up, Badr.  Looks like you got the balls
pretty good.  Does that mean I get the shaft and Toff gets
the tip?"  I winked at him and turned towards Yassou for my
turn.  "Or, Yassou, I could just kiss your lips if you
want."  Teasing in this situation seemed a must.  Yassou
responded well by thrusting his hips at me.

I bent and offered my devotion, sticking my tongue out and
devouring his shaft with sloppy kisses.  His shaft was so
short it was almost covered completely by the scar of his
circumcision, so his wasn't the smooth shaft once expects on
a boy.  There was instead a whole lunar surface to explore,
and I did so, heedless to the copious flow of saliva I
deposited there.

Toff tapped me on the shoulder, and he had an alarmed look
in his eyes, which were fixed on Yassou.  With my head in
the way the only way they could gauge my progress was by
looking at Yassou, and he reminded me of Bernini's Theresa
of Avila as God's soul spoke to her.  I'm not sure Yassou
could show more joy or ecstasy.  I'd read something once by
the semiotician Jacques Lacan about that particular statue
being about both her perception of God's soul and also about
her standing at the peak of orgasm, `jouissance' in the
French, and for that moment watching Yassou I understood
what Lacan was getting at.

"You're up, Toff.  Focus on the head and you'll make him
scream, I bet."  I stopped myself.  I was giving advice on
blow-jobs to a boy!  What in the world had this vacation
come to?  Toff wasn't hesitant for his part.  I moved to the
side so I had a look at both Yassou's face and a peek at
Toff's lips, and I was rewarded with a sight that made me
throb in my own pants.  Toff was not sucking, but instead
slowly and rhythmically licking the glans of Yassou's penis,
and Yassou's eyes were going wide.  As the seconds ticked
off Yassou moved his hands to the side and near the bed
attempted to push himself off the bed trying to imbed
himself in Toff's mouth.  I was struck by a vision of my own
penis in Toff's mouth, and while I tapped him on the
shoulder signifying his turn was over, I had to adjust the
hardness in my pants.

"OK, button up those shorts, Yassou.  That's all you're
getting here.  I hope it was enough!"  I winked at him
ruffled Yassou's hair, and the boys all made off-color
remarks behind me.

"Sure Philip, I can finish this later in Amir's butt!"  He
slapped at that particular boy part as Amir moved to take
the position.  Amir quickly dropped his own trousers to
reveal his slim three and a half inches.  It was no surprise
that those inches were standing tall.  I just wanted to get
this over.  Oh yes, the taste of sweaty boy was wonderful
and if my conscience weren't nagging me I might throw myself
into this with abandon.  But I remained conflicted and I
still couldn't define it.  Not the least, I wondered why
these boys were so open to me.  Toff was my special boy, but
why were Badr, Amir and Yassou so eager for the sex play
with an American stranger.  I silently set that issue as yet
something else to ask Ali.  For now, Amir's insistent penis
was waiting.

"I want to go first this time!"  Toff was getting horny, I
could tell.  His hands were adjusting himself, and when he
pulled them out of his pants he brought out the green ribbon
at the same time.  I hoped nobody wanted to use those
ribbons later.  They were so suffused with boy sweat and boy
musk that they'd never get clean with any amount of washing.
If I had my say, though, those ribbons would never be
washed.  I imagined framing them and mounting the resultant
picture in my study as a reminder of this wonderful trip to
Lebanon, a trip that looked to be a turning point in my
life.

"Then do it, Toff!"  I encouraged him to go ahead with it,
but the routine wasn't the same this time.  Toff repeated
his performance, softly licking the head of Amir's dick.
After ten seconds he was replaced by Badr, who enveloped the
head of the little, skinny dick in his own mouth, and
appeared to swirl his tongue around it time and again.  Amir
was having a great time, his eyes closed and his face
pointed to the ceiling.  I tapped Badr on the shoulder as
his time was up.

Amir jumped a little as Badr moved away, and I replaced the
boy and engulfed Amir fully in my mouth.  I applied suction
slowly as I backed off until only the head remained in my
mouth, then sucking hard I bobbed on Amir slowly, perhaps
once per second.  By the third bob Amir's hands were in my
hair clutching me and his panting was drowning out other
sound in the room.  But, alas, ten seconds is ten seconds,
and I lifted off of him as Toff tapped my shoulder.  I rose
slowly and watched Amir's penis twitch as I backed away.
No, we hadn't taken him all the way, and I was reasonably
certain Ali would handle that task later, unless Yassou beat
him to it.

"OK, Amir, pull up those pants and buckle up.  You've got to
lead me to Ali's restaurant.  And didn't you say you had
suggestions for the main course?  I think the appetizers
were quite good, didn't you enjoy them, Toff, Badr?"  I
turned and winked.

"Yeah, little hot dogs!  All we're missing is the sauce!"
Toff was getting in the swing of things with the teasing,
that was for sure.  But did he understand how the mention of
`sauce' made my own penis throb?  Perhaps he did.  Perhaps
that was the point of their torture of me later, to milk me
of my sauce.

"Pipe down boys!  I'll be back in, I don't know, maybe an
hour?  I want you both to have a shower by then.  Badr, can
you make up that little table there for dinner, and can you
get some silver and napkins from the house?  Pour me a large
glass of water, too.  Should I get a bottle of wine?"  I
turned to Amir and Yassou, still adjusting themselves in
their pants.  "Come on, guys.  Let's head out."  We headed
out the door only after I leaned down and gave Toff a kiss
in the middle of the forehead.

"Back soon, Toff!  Save some for me, OK?"

"Some of what, Flip?"

"Some of this, Toff!"  I reached around behind him and gave
his butt a squeeze and then released it.  With this last
whisper in Toff's ear I left with Amir and Yassou, out of
the Olive House and down the road to the village in the
darkening sky.

End of Chapter Six