Date: Sun, 21 Mar 1999 10:03:26 -0800 (PST)
From: Bill <bil47_new@yahoo.com>
Subject: Geisha Boys - 1941 (b/t/M; historical)
Geisha Boys - 1941 (b/t/M; historical)
by Bill (bil47_new@yahoo.com)
NOTE: This story is a work of fiction. My idea for it came from reading
accounts of the practice of the Japanese Imperial Army during World War II
of "recruiting" young women, including young teenage girls, into military
brothels. I have drawn from the movie "Empire of the Sun" from about 10
years ago, to come up with a scenario of American and European boys in a
Japanese internment camp, serving the sexual desires of Japanese officers
who appreciate the erotic appeal of boys in the 12 to 15 age range. The
activities in the story are consensual (though the historical model was
clearly otherwise), and there is no physical abuse of minors by adults.
This is not a new story, having been posted for over a year on another
site.
Geisha Boys - December, 1941
Chris led a privileged but lonely life as the 13-year-old only
child of an American diplomat in Shanghai, China in 1941. That is, until
the Imperial Japanese Army entered his neighborhood on December 8 and
started rounding up all American citizens and the citizens of all other
Allied countries. Chris was at home with just the Chinese servants (his
widower father being at the consulate) and the soldiers gave him only two
minutes to gather a few articles of clothing before loading him onto a
military transport truck.
Chris did not know any of the other people on his truck, but struck
up a conversation with a 15-year-old Australian boy named Paul, who was
with his mother and sister. Although Chris felt fearful and wished his
father were there, Paul seemed comfortably self-assured.
When the truck arrived at the internment camp that evening, it was
announced that the men and older boys were being separated from the women
and all children under 12, with the two groups being sent to different
compounds within the camp. First there was a line to register information
about each detainee and have their picture taken. After several quick
questions, Chris had disclosed to his captors his nationality, his age, and
the fact that he was not accompanied by any family members. Chris and Paul
were led to one of a series of long wooden barracks buildings which
contained rows of wooden sleeping pallets on the floor, each with a rough
mattress and a single blanket. The guard said that because of the large
number of prisoners, younger boys would have to sleep two to a bed. Chris
readily agreed to share with Paul, and they set out looking for their
fathers. They soon found out that all diplomats were being flown to Tokyo
for interrogation. Except for Paul, whose father was also a diplomat,
Chris was alone among strangers.
The first night was frightening for Chris, who had always lived in
a large house with servants, accompanying his father from one diplomatic
post to another around the world. Although the night was not cold, he
shivered under the single blanket. Paul reached over and touched Chris's
shoulder and asked "are you ok, mate?" All of a sudden, Chris's resolve
cracked and he began to cry softly. He whimpered "I'm scared, and I miss
my Dad." Paul wrapped his arms around the younger boy and held him close.
Chris pressed his face against Paul's shoulder, as tears continued to flow.
The tenderness that Paul extended comforted Chris, and the young American
boy said softly "I'm so glad you're with me, Paul." The Australian replied
"don't you worry, mate, we'll stick together until this bloody mess is
over." And then Paul pressed his body closer to Chris's, feeling suddenly
excited by the touch and scent of the attractive blond-haired younger boy
and feeling his adolescent penis rise to erection as it pressed against
Chris's crotch. At first, Paul sensed that Chris was repulsed by the older
boy's sexual arousal, and he almost pulled back. But Chris's body suddenly
responded in kind, and the two young hard-ons were pressing urgently
together. As this was happening, Chris's mind was drifting back two
years....
Chris was 11 years old, and living in Saigon during his father's
previous diplomatic posting. He had come home tired and sweaty from a
soccer game, and the family's "houseboy", Mr. Trang, had offered to massage
the boy's tired muscles and led him to servant's quarters. The houseboy was
hardly a "boy"; Chris thought he might be 40, but it would have been rude
to ask. "I will use oil for the massage" said Trang; "you must remove your
clothing so it does not become stained." Feeling comfortable with the
servant he had known for the year and a half he had lived in French
Indochina, Chris smiled and started removing his grass-stained athletic
clothes.
Lying face-down on a large towel on Trang's bed in just his
undershorts, Chris felt the man's warm oiled fingers slide along his back.
The feeling was exquisite, and the slender blond boy purred with delight.
Trang moved down to stroke the boy's legs and feet, giving Chris a feeling
that mixed relaxation and sensual stimulation. Instructing Chris to turn
over on his back, Trang continued to massage the boy's slender legs. Then
he moved to stroke Chris's chest, making the tiny nipples hard. Without
thinking, Chris let his hand wander down to his crotch, where his young
penis (just beginning to show signs of impending pubescence) was tenting
the material of his underpants. As he often did in private moments in his
own bed, Chris innocently rubbed the slender 3-inch erection, letting the
pleasurable sensation merge with the sensual feelings of the massage.
"I can massage you there too" said Trang gently, gesturing to Chris's
crotch. The boy blushed slightly, and hesitated for a moment, but then
agreed. Trang pulled the undershorts off, leaving the 11-year-old
completely naked on the bed, his boyish hard-on arching toward his belly.
Getting some more oil on his hands, Trang smoothed it onto the boy's stiff
cock and small ballsack. Beginning with just his thumb and two fingers,
the Vietnamese servant softly stimulated the straining circumcised
dick. The feeling of this first true masturbation was far more intense than
the idle diddling he did in bed at night, and Chris closed his eyes and let
the pleasure flow though his body. Trang varied the speed and pressure,
sometimes wrapping his entire hand around the hard boy-dick. Trang's other
oiled hand slid gently between the boy's asscheeks and gently stroked the
rosebud of tender flesh, penetrating just enough to set off the nerve
endings in little busts of pure sexual pleasure. The feelings continued to
build as the man's hands worked skillfully to maximize the intense
sensations, until Chris was seized with a feeling he had never before
experienced. He clenched the bed sheets as he felt a powerful dry orgasm
rage through his body, leaving him breathless.
Trang smiled knowingly as he used the towel to wipe away some of
the oil and led the boy to a hot bath to remove the rest. That evening,
Chris naively mentioned the massage to his father at the dinner table.
After only a few question, answered honestly, the man stormed from the room
looking for the houseboy. Chris never saw Trang again, and his father
warned him against "sins of the flesh". While Chris did not understand all
of what his father was talking about, he knew that he and Trang must have
done something very wrong. After that, he avoided touching his maturing
penis when it got hard, although many times he could not resist. He never
dared, however to bring himself to the delicious orgasm that he had
experienced in the attic room that day....
But now here he was, embracing another boy, feeling the rush of
sexual pleasure again, his penis straining against his pants, and he was
unable to control his powerful urges.
Paul was having a flashback of his own. Memories of Jeffery, his
closest friend throughout childhood and his first and only lover; ... of
their countless sleep overs in each other's beds;... of the first playful
touching of each other's developing bodies; ... of their mutual discovery
of the miracle of orgasm; ... of their first kiss - lips barely touching at
first, then more firmly, then their tongues merging in lustful combat;
... of jacking each other off; ... of his first taste of Jeffery's dick and
then of his warm salty cum;... of the electric thrill the first time
Jeffery's lips and tongue enveloped his cock head, sending him into a
delirium of sexual pleasure, punctuated by an overwhelming climax into
Jeffery's sucking mouth; ... of the experiments, awkward at first, of
fucking each other, their bodies becoming one in a whirlwind of sexual
ecstasy; ... and finally, of his heartbreak at their parting a year ago as
Paul's family moved from Canberra, Australia to Shanghai. Was he being
disloyal to Jeffery with these feelings of lust (and perhaps love) for this
beautiful American boy? He quickly decided that Jeffery would approve.
"Do you jack off yet?" whispered Paul as the two held each other
breathlessly. Chris had never heard the term before and replied awkwardly
"I don't think so". Paul smiled and said "I'll do you and you can do me;
I'll show you how." Separating himself from their embrace, Paul pulled down
his pants and undershorts, then did the same to Chris, freeing the boy's
4-1/2 inch hardon. He slowly took the boy's straining penis in his hand,
feeling the smoothness and warmth, gauging the size and shape, caressing
the ballsack, and noting with pleasure that Chris had not yet begun to
sprout pubic hair, despite the respectable size of his cock and balls. Paul
own lust grew as he began to stroke the boy's firm hot tool.
Chris experienced a moment of guilt at feeling this "sin of the
flesh" again, but pushed the thought from his mind and reveled in the
pleasurable sensations. Paul took hold of Chris's hand and guided it to the
older boy's dick. "Stroke me like I'm doing you" he said urgently. Chris,
feeling another's cock for the first time in his life, let his hand wander
over the 15-year-old's erection and loose ballsack, brushing against the
thick pubic hair at the base of the 6-inch cock. Both boys were careful
not to make too much noise or motion under the blanket, but both were
overwhelmed by waves of pleasure that washed over them. As Paul felt his
climax building, he pressed his lips to Chris's mouth and sought admittance
with the gentle pressure of his tongue.
Chris opened his mouth and felt for the first time the wonderful
lustful pleasure of a sexual kiss. Riding the mounting wave of ecstasy,
Chris and Paul each increased the speed and pressure of their masturbating
hands. The overwhelming rush of orgasm washed over Chris's body, and his
semen spurted powerfully, for the first time in his life, from his pulsing
cock. Moments later, Paul's body shook as cum splattered onto the blanket
and Chris's hand. They continued to kiss, holding each other tightly and
feeling powerful thumping of each other's hearts, as the heavenly sexual
feelings slowly waned. Chris's mind was at peace as he blissfully drifted
into sleep.
In the morning, after a meager breakfast of rice with a foul-
smelling sauce, the whole camp was assembled in front of the barracks
buildings to be addressed by the camp commandant. The Japanese officer,
through a translator, spoke to the several hundred men and teenage boys in
an arrogant tone about the imminent defeat of their countries by the Empire
of the Rising Sun. In the meantime, he told them, they would be put to
work aiding the Japanese war effort, starting with road-building.
All of the prisoners were loaded on trucks and taken to a road
construction project and put to work beside the Chinese laborers who were
already there. There was no heavy machinery; only picks, shovels, wicker
baskets, and wheelbarrows. Chris spent the day carrying baskets of dirt on
his shoulder from one area to another, and quickly became exhausted from
the dirty, heavy work. Stragglers were nudged with rifle butts by the
soldiers standing guard. One man, who loudly protested having to do
physical labor was dragged over to a truck where his hands were tied above
his head, his shirt ripped off his back and his pants roughly pulled down
to his ankles, and he was whipped repeatedly across the back, buttocks, and
legs with a bamboo rod wielded by a Japanese soldier. The others needed no
further
warnings.
When the men and boys returned to the camp, Chris hardly had enough
energy to eat dinner (which consisted of rice with bits of fish). He
collapsed in bed, snuggling against Paul's body. Though only a minute ago
he would have sworn he had no capacity for anything but sleep, Chris felt
his cock growing hard as he breathed in Paul's scent and his hands started
to caress the older boy's body. Their lips came together just at the
moment that Chris's hand wrapped around Paul's eager erection, and the boys
again enjoyed a mutual masturbation session that ended in powerful
adolescent climaxes.
In the dead of night, Chris awoke with his mind filled with intense
erotic dreams. As consciousness slowly cleared his dream-state away, he
realized that his penis was erect and being gently sucked by Paul. "Oh
God; that's so incredible!" whispered Chris, as his fingers entwined in the
older boy's hair. Paul sucked deeply and vigorously, his senses alive with
the joy of tasting cock for the first time in a year. His sliding lips and
flicking tongue and sucking mouth were soon rewarded with a several pulses
of salty boy-cum, as Chris clenched at the blanket and struggled to keep
quiet. When Paul pulled himself up beside Chris, the younger lads
whispered "let me suck you now; please let me." And the boy's head
disappeared under the blanket and rested on Paul's belly as Chris's lips
and tongue explored a cock for the first time. Imitating the way Paul had
worked, Chris quickly refined his technique, helped by whispered
suggestions from the 15-year-old. Chris found that he loved the taste, the
feeling, the totality of cocksucking. Gently squeezing Paul's ball sack in
one hand and stroking the lower half of Paul's cock with his other hand,
Chris brought the older boy to a climax that threatened to wake the
sleeping men around them. Chris let the warm cum swirl on his tongue
before he swallowed it, and then lick the last drops from Paul's softening
dick.
The next morning, after another dismal breakfast of rice, the men
and boys were taken to thesame construction site, and Chris again spent a
long day carrying baskets filled with dirt. That night, Chris and Paul
went to bed exhausted, but still found the energy to explore each other's
bodies. A day of hardship ended with exhilaration and joy. At dawn,
before anyone in the barracks had awakened, a Japanese civilian walked
among the bunks, checking a book that held pictures and information about
some of the detainees, all of them boys. When he found one that he was
seeking, he woke the lad and instructed him to assemble with a group at the
main gate. When he came across Chris and Paul, both of whom were on his
list, he saw that they were embracing each other in their sleep, their legs
intertwined and arms around each other. The man thought to himself "these
two will be ideal for the Special Services Unit."
A group of 10 boys, including Chris and Paul, were led from the
camp to a separate building outside the barbed wire. The boys, ranging in
age from 12 to 15, followed the Japanese civilian into the building, and he
addressed them in perfect English. "My name is Mr. Yamoto. You have been
chosen as candidates for a Special Services Unit that I will head. I have
selected you because I believe you may be better suited for more enjoyable
work than the road construction detail. Before I describe what this work
entails, I want you to have a good breakfast and clean yourselves up." And
he led them to a dining area that had a buffet of American and European
foods: bacon, sausage, eggs, sweet rolls. The boys jostled to fill their
plates and relished the first"real" food after two days of mostly rice.
When they had finished, they were led to another room that held a
large Japanese-style bath - practically a small swimming pool. The boys
were told to remove all of their dirt-encrusted clothing and soak in the
warm water. When they were all naked and in the water, Mr. Yamoto left the
room, and they had the bath to themselves. With satisfied appetites and
relaxed muscles, the boys talked cheerfully among themselves and began
engaging in mild rough-housing. Chris and Paul wrestled around a bit, and
Chris jumped out of the bath to escape Paul's playful splashing. Paul
looked at him and laughed "hey; nice boner, Chris." The younger boy looked
down and saw that his penis was standing tall in a 4-1/2 inch erection. He
blushed and covered himself with his hands, but then relaxed and laughed
when Paul said "look; I got one too" and stood up to reveal his own proud
6-inch hard-on. "Me too!" chimed in a high-pitched voice, as 12-year-old
Danny, a brown-haired American, stood up to show off his prepubescent
3-inch boner.
"Who else is gonna to show their boner?" asked Paul in a
good-natured challenge. Three others, Timmy (a 14-year-old red haired
Brit), Karl (a blond 14-year-old Dutch boy), and Brandon (a 13-year-old
American with dark hair) stroked themselves under the warm water and
one-by-one stood up to proudly show their teenage cocks. Young Brandon
wiggled his 4-inch boner provocatively and said to one of the four boys who
had not taken up the challenge "want to feel me up?". The boy said "that's
gross; my parents said it's dirty to touch another boy's penis." The three
other boys who were not participating just sat submerged in the water,
embarrassed by the display of boyhood sexuality. Timmy, however, swam over
to Brandon and said "I'll have a feel, and you can feel me too!" and again
stood up to show his 5-inch erection. And for several minutes, six of the
ten boys engaged in boyish sex-play while the four others tried their best
to ignore them.
Then the door opened and Mr. Yamoto entered the bathing room, and
the boys quickly submerged their bodies so that their hard dicks were no
longer on display. "Ah, I see you are enjoying the facilities in an
appropriate way" said the Japanese man with a knowing smile. He had,
indeed, been watching the activities from the beginning through a peep hole
in the wall. He went on: "now it is time to get down to business. You
four..." pointing to the four prudish boys who had not engaged in sex play;
"you will get dressed and return to the road construction detail. You six,
dry yourselves with these towels and follow me."
When they were in the central lounging area of the building, each
boy wrapped in a towel, Yamoto said "if you choose to join the Special
Services Unit, you will live in this building and have special privileges.
In particular, you will be well-fed and will not have any physical labor.
You will learn to speak Japanese well enough to understand and be
understood. The job you will perform involves serving as a host to
officers in the Imperial Army. Perhaps you have heard of the Japanese
tradition of geishas. You will be geisha boys. This will involve such
things as serving food and drink, but most importantly, it will also
involve engaging in sexual activities with the officers that you will host
and also with other boys as the officers observe you. I have seen that you
enjoy the pleasures of sex. This will be an opportunity to have more
sexual pleasure than you would ever have dreamed of, without guilt, without
the disapproval of elders. Now, do you wish to join the Special Services
Unit or return to the construction detail?" All six boys expressed
enthusiastic support for the life of a geisha boy.
"You have noticed that the temperature of this building is rather
warm. That is so that you may remain naked at all times, unless I direct
you to wear specific articles of clothing. You will be schooled in your
duties for several weeks before you entertain clients, and you will find
that I am a fair but strict schoolmaster. If you are disobedient or unruly,
you will be punished. Nothing more harsh than you would receive at a school
in your own countries that enforces a code of conduct. And if you object,
you are always free to leave the Unit to join the others at road
construction. Now, each of you throw your towel into a pile in front of me
and stroke your penis to erection." All but little Danny complied
immediately; he blushed and looked uncertain about showing his little boner
to a grownup. Yamoto walked over and leaned down so that his face was an
inch away from the boy's. "Do you wish to leave the Unit so soon?" he
asked icily. The towel dropped. "You will learn" said the man "that orders
are to be carried out without hesitation."
Yamoto fondled Danny's hairless penis, causing it to stiffen to its
full 3 inches. "Now, kneel before me and receive your first lesson in
giving sexual pleasure to a man. And you, boy," gesturing to Chris,
"remove my robe." Chris stood in front of the short athletically built man
and reached out to untie the sash that held his silk robe. The lad then
moved around behind him to lift the garment off the man's shoulders and
slide if off. The director of the Special Services Unit stood naked before
the six boys, and they all noticed immediately that his genitals had been
denuded of hair, making his average-size penis and ball sack appear larger
and more prominent. "You see that I am hairless; by the end of the day,
those of you who have pubic hair will likewise have it removed. Even
you," pointing to Paul, the oldest, "will be as hairless as my young
student here," stroking the head of the 12-year-old who knelt before him.
Yamoto wrapped his hands around the boy's head, sliding his fingers
through the light brown hair, and pulled Danny's lips into contact with the
man's half-hard cock. "Remember; obedience and respect; otherwise you will
be sent back to build roads for the Empire. Now open your mouth, lick your
lips, lick the crown of my penis, and then let it slide into your mouth as
deeply as I wish to put it." Danny licked the man's cockhead vigorously,
trying his best to please Mr. Yamoto. The teacher then began to exert slow
but steady pressure to guide the lad's mouth down onto the fully- hard
prick. The boy's lips stretched wide as the man kept pressing slowly down,
forcing his rod deeper into boy's virgin mouth. Yamoto didn't stop pulling
down on the boy's head until Danny's quivering lips reached the hairless
base of the straining 5-inch erection. Danny could hardly breath, and
fought off his body's instinctive gagging as the cockhead lodged in his
throat. Mr. Yamoto finally released Danny's head from his grip and slid
the spit-slick erection from the boy's mouth. "You have learned your first
lesson well, boy" said the man, as Danny looked up at him with a proud
smile on his face.
Directing the boys to form a line and kneel on the floor,
Mr. Yamoto moved up and down the line, directing each boy to suck him,
testing their oral talents and giving instructions to improve their
technique. Each boy took the man's hard cock into his mouth several
different times, beginning the process of learning how to give maximum
pleasure. Mr. Yamoto finished up with Paul, his most advanced student.
Holding the 15-year-old's head with his hands, the Japanese man face-fucked
the boy for several minutes before finally shooting his load into Paul's
throat. Then Yamoto told the boys to jack themselves off, still kneeling
on the floor at his feet. Little Danny looked to either side to see what
the others were doing and stroked his 3-inch erection with more enthusiasm
than skill. All except Danny soon shot spurts of semen and grinned with
satisfaction. Danny looked on in wonderment and gave up his efforts to
duplicate the feat. Yamoto smiled at Danny and directed him to lie down on
some cushions, and then proceeded to suck the boy skillfully, drawing moans
of pleasure and finally a shuddering dry orgasm.
Afterward, the four boys with pubic hair (Paul, Timmy, Brandon, and
Karl) had it removed by an elderly Chinese servant using hot wax to pull
the hair out by its roots - an uncomfortable procedure, but not nearly as
painful as the boys thought it would be. As the process was completed on
each boy, Yamoto stroked lovingly at their adolescent erections which were
now boyishly hairless. In appreciation of the now-flawless beauty of their
genitals, Yamoto rewarded each of these older boys with a leisurely sucking
and their second cum of the day.
The lessons continued, that day and in the days that followed, as
Yamoto's instructions were demonstrated by him on the boys, by the boys on
him, and by the boys on each other: full-body sexual massage with fragrant
oils, stretching their asses with progressively larger butt plugs,
ass-fucking in different positions, pleasuring with dildos, and -
especially - lessons in cocksucking. The boys quickly became experts at
giving sexual pleasure, and in the process grew addicted to receiving it.
Even little Danny craved the feeling of a hot mouth on his 3-inch boner,
although he was the only one who couldn't cum yet. In fact, his
pre-pubescence gave him the quickest revival time of all the boys before he
was ready for yet another dry-cum. He loved to stick his slender rod into
the tight assholes of the other boys and fuck them until the sexual
feelings rushed through his body. As Yamoto ordered, they practiced sex
all through the day and into the night, and it was impermissible for a boy
to reject any request from another boy to try a new activity or perfect a
familiar one. Being naked at all times, and with nothing else to do, there
was hardly a moment in the day when a boy was not either actively involved
in sex or watching others. Nights were spent cuddling against each others'
nude bodies, and morning hardons quickly found their way into other boys'
mouths and asses.
At the end of three weeks, Yamoto declared his satisfaction with
their education and told his superiors that they were ready to entertain
officers of the Imperial Army. Two of the first "guests" were a 50-year-old
general and a 40-year-old colonel who shared an undisguised taste for
boys. In honor of their rank, Yamoto chose his three favorite students -
Chris, Paul, and Danny - to be their hosts. The other three boys were
assigned one-on-one to lower ranking officers that night and went off to
different rooms of the building.
Chris and his two friends, who had remained naked for three weeks,
were instructed to put on short silk robes of a length and style similar to
the tunic of martial arts attire. The material came down to just below the
hips, covering the boys' genitals, but only by an inch. The two officers
came into the building wearing full uniforms, and were met by Yamoto, who
bowed deeply in respect. The three geisha boys also bowed at the waist and
stayed in that position, as Yamoto had instructed. The general and colonel
smiled their approval as they examined the young westerners. The boys'
round, white ass cheeks peeked out from beneath the short robes they wore,
and the two men caressed the exposed flesh. Yamoto signaled for the boys
to remove the mens' ceremonial samurai swords and their jackets and lead
them to the bath. Then the instructor left, confident that the boys would
fulfill his expectations.
Following the careful training that Yamoto had given them, the boys
removed each officer's clothing and their own silk robes. Though of
small-to-average stature, the middle-aged officers had kept their bodies in
magnificent physical condition. Standing beside the pool, the boys washed
the officer with soapy washcloths, and then all of them slipped into the
warm water to soak. Sitting on submerged benches in the 30-inch-deep
water, the men relaxed as the boys lavished attention on them, serving them
cups of hot saki and massaging their bodies - especially their cocks. The
boys brazenly let their adolescent erections rub against the officer's
bodies, and the men pulled the young geisha boys onto their laps to be
kissed and fondled.
At one point, the general told Danny to float on his back between
the two men, motioning him when verbal communication was inadequate. The
general supported Danny's shoulders and tongue-kissed the boy deeply, while
the colonel brought Danny's half-submerged dick to his mouth. With the
boy's legs on either side of the colonel's head, he sucked on the slender
erection and marble-sized balls at the same time. Then he raised Danny's
ass up out of the warm water and proceeded to lick all around the puckered
hole, probing with the tip of his tongue. All the while Chris and Paul
jacked the men's cocks and nuzzled against their bodies.
"Enough soaking" said the general, and they stood up to be dried
off by the attentive geisha boys. Relaxing on piles of soft cushions in
the main room, the general instructed little Danny to suck him gently. The
12-year-old knelt beside the man's outstretched legs and took the man's
half-hard cock in his small hand. Pulling the foreskin all the way back,
Danny licked the underside of the cock in long strokes of his tongue, then
took an inch and a half of the cock into his mouth and sealed his lips
around the erection, sucking gently. Danny let his tongue play all around
the crown, circling the ridge, poking the piss hole, lapping hungrily at
the sensitive skin. The man groaned his pleasure, and reached down to
fondle Danny's small round ass.
Then the general pulled Danny's legs up onto the man's shoulders so
that the boy's head was positioned at the seated man's crotch, still
sucking, while the general brought his mouth to Danny's clean pink anus.
The boy flexed open the muscle of his anus as the general worked a tongue
into it. Danny felt a wave of pleasure course through his body and sucked
the general's cock deep into his throat.
"Sit on my cock, little one" said the general (in Japanese, of
course). Danny climbed out of the vertical 69 position, smoothed some warm
oil onto his ass and the general's cock, and lowered himself onto the
6-inch erection as he knelt facing away from the man. As the hard,
slippery cock eased into Danny's love channel, the seated general pulled
the lad toward him, kissing his neck and playing with his 3-inch rod and
his cute little loose ballsack. Danny reached his arms back around the
man's neck and turned his own head so that they could kiss as the boy
continued to raise and lower his body on the general's cock.
Meanwhile, the colonel directed Paul to lie on his back. The man
straddled the Paul's head, facing his feet, so that his ass was just above
the boy's face. "Lick my hole, boy" said the officer. As Paul worshiped
the colonel's anus with his tongue, Chris was directed to lie between
Paul's spread legs so that their cocks pushed against each other, and suck
on the colonel's cock. As Chris humped against Paul, his lips and tongue
performed a variety of oral gymnastics on the man's 7-inch erection that
caused the Japanese officer to gasp with pleasure. As his lips moved up
and down the cock shaft, Chris took the cock deep into his throat, then
rose up to tongue every sensitive nerve on the cock head. He squeezed
gently on the man's balls, feeling them start to pull up into a tight
sack. Chris let the man's thick cockhead glide along the roof of his mouth
as his tongue lapped the underside of the rigid dick. As Paul's tongue
continued to probe the man's ass, the colonel called out "oh yes; yes; here
it comes; suck me deep; lick my ass hole; ahh, yes; yes; AHHHHH!" and hot
cum surged into Chris's throat as the colonel grasped his head to pull his
mouth even closer.
Relaxing for only a minute, the colonel repositioned the two boys
for additional action. With Chris lying on his back, the colonel straddled
him, taking his young cock to the man's hungry mouth. Paul lubed his
6-inch dick and positioned himself behind the man's upraised ass. As Paul
eased his rod against the colonel's anus, the officer dug his hands into
the flesh of Chris's slender butt and sucked lovingly on the boy's 4-1/2
inch cock.
Chris looked over at Danny and the general and saw that they had
changed positions, with the general standing up, holding Danny's lithe body
in his arms as the man's rigid cock fucked into the boy's well-accustomed
rectum. Danny had his hands locked around the general's thick neck . The
general was holding Danny by the waist, with the boy's legs resting on top
of the Japanese officer's strong arms. As Danny flexed his legs to move his
torso up and down on the 6-inch hard-on, he gazed lustfully into the
general's face. The man pistoned his hips, plowing steadily and repeatedly
into the boy's tender ass. Danny was clenching the muscle of his boy-pussy
rhythmically, bringing the general to new heights of sexual pleasure.
Crying out his ecstacy, the man droped to his knees in a pile of cushions
and took his last few hard fucking strokes as the boy lay on his back, his
legs resting on the man's powerful shoulders. The general's cock rammed
into the young boy one last time and filled his rectum with spurts of warm
cum.
Paul steadily increased the speed of his fucking, and the colonel
sucked even more vigorously on Chris's dick. In quick succession, Paul
shot hot spunk into the colonel's ass and Chris into his throat, as all
five bodies collapsed in exhaustion on the cushion-strewn floor.
THE END
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