Date: Wed, 11 Jul 2007 03:20:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bill <bil47_new@yahoo.com>
Subject: Grand Tour 1928 - Part 3

Grand Tour - 1928 - Part 3
by Bill

"Guten tag!  Zwei fahrkarte nach Berlin, bitte; kategorie first-
class," said Monty in English-accented German, buying two tickets
for seats on the train to Berlin for himself and William.

As they walked toward the train platforms of the Hamburg Station,
a porter trailed along behind them, pushing a cart that held two
big steamer-trunks and several smaller pieces of luggage.   A
young man from a wealthy American family, on his "grand tour" of
Europe after college graduation, did not travel light.  Nor did
an English aristocrat taking a jaunt over to the Continent.

"I'm so glad you are with me, Monty," said the 22-year-old
American as they walked. "I don't speak a word of German."

"I hardly speak it myself," said the 24-year-old Ainsley "Monty"
Montgomery.  "But I took a German class as a schoolboy, so I can
get by on a simple level.  In Berlin, some of the chaps will
speak English quite well, but it's always helpful to know some of
the essential words of the native tongue.  Let's see,  there's
'strichjunge' - that's a boy-prostitute.  The young ones are
called 'doll-boys', just like that, in English.  'Steifer' means
a hard cock.  'Arschficken' - that's an easy one: arse-fucking.
And there's 'einen blasen' for a blow-job."  Monty went on like
this for a while, not caring what the porter might think, until
they entered a compartment in the train's first-class car, where
the presence of fellow passengers required decorum.  The German
lesson turned to pleasantries such as "guten tag" and "auf
wiedersehen", foods on restaurant menus, and varieties of beer.

The two had arrived in Hamburg after taking the overnight ferry
from Harwich, England. It was William's first time on the
Continent, while Monty had visited numerous times since the end
of the Great War, 10 years before.  He was especially fond of
Berlin and had visited often, by himself or with like-minded
friends, in the 5 years since he advanced from his exclusive
boarding school to Oxford University and began to travel abroad
without family oversight.

The train ride from Hamburg to Berlin took several hours, and by
late afternoon they were checking into an elegant hotel in the
Friedrichstradt neighborhood of central Berlin.  It wasn't the
absolute poshest lodging in the city, but it was the finest one
that unashamedly catered to the well-heeled sex tourists who
flocked into the city from throughout Europe and America.

"Guten abend," said Monty as he approached the front desk.  "Eine
suite aufgehoben fur Herr Montgomery und Herr Taylor."

"Ah, yes!  Welcome very much, Herr Montgomery," replied the desk-
clerk is accented English.  "I recall you from your staying here
on the previous times.  We have available now our finest two-
bedroom suite for you, just as you have requested in your
telegram.  You will sign, please, the guest register."   The
desk-clerk then slapped the brass counter-bell and summoned a
bellhop by name from the group of uniformed teenagers and young
men standing off to the side of the lobby.  The bellhop was a lad
of 16, with impossibly blond hair and blue-grey eyes.  His sturdy
build, ruddy face, and strong-looking hands marked him as a
country boy.  But he was dressed in a smartly-tailored red
uniform, with three rows of shiny brass buttons on his short
form-fitting jacket, and the traditional round bellhop's hat.
His very snug trousers emphasized his tight round buttocks and a
generously sized bulge in front.  He came up to the desk, stood
at rigid attention, and clicked his heels together in a
distinctly military manner.

"Hans, you will show the guests to Room 823," said the clerk in
English, handing over the key as he inconspicuously pulled at his
left earlobe with thumb and forefinger.

The bellhop's eyes lit up when he saw the desk-clerk's signal.
It meant that Hans could take his time returning to the lobby if
the guests wished for some "extra services" from the boy.  The
opportunity of earning a generous extra tip made a bellhop's job
at this hotel especially desirable.

"Jawohl, herr empfangschef!" he said formally.  Turning to Monty
and William and taking their hand-luggage (the heavier items
would be brought by a porter), he said in English: "Please to
come this way, gentlemans."

In front of the elevators, there was a man in a formal suit,
seated at a mahogany desk.  Monty stopped and greeted him by
name.  The man stood up and clicked his heels, just as the
bellhop had done.

"It is an honor to have you visiting with us again, Herr
Montgomery," said the man, with a warm smile.

"Billy, this is Max, the hotel's concierge," said Monty to his
traveling companion, as the concierge clicked his heels again.
"He's quite adept at arranging every sort of entertainment to be
had in Berlin... isn't that so, Max?"

"Ah, jawohl!  Already I have ordered a reservation for you both
tonight at your favorite cabaret on Alexandrienstrasse.  This is
acceptable to you, yes?"

"Excellent!  You know me so well, Max!" said Monty.  "Say; could
we borrow your picture book for a time?  Billy and I would like
to study it in the room to make the selection of our bed-warmers
for tonight."

"I am so sorry, Herr Montgomery, but another guest is just now
using the book.  I will have a boy bring it up to you upon its
return."

"That will be excellent, Max.  And make us dinner reservations
for 8:30 at the place next door, will you?"  Monty casually
passed a folded one-pound banknote to the concierge, a
respectable sum in 1920s Germany.

"Yes, sir!  Of course!  Thank you sir!" he said fawningly.  "I
will do all in my power to make your stay totally enjoyable, as
always!"

They entered the elevator, and the bellhop said "der achte"
(the 8th) to the operator.

William murmured to Monty: "Picture book?  Bed-warmers?"

Monty chuckled.  "You'll see, old boy.  As I've been telling you,
you can get absolutely anything in Berlin... especially with a
good middleman like Max!"

When they arrived at the suite -- two bedrooms and baths on
opposite sides of a small livingroom   Hans bustled around,
turning on lights, opening the shades and windows, tuning the
fancy radio console to a station playing smooth big-band jazz.

"I would be most happy, my sirs," said the bellhop softly, "to
perform any other services that you might desire."  He affected a
sensuous look in his eyes, ran his tongue-tip quickly across his
upper lip, and subtly brushed his hand across his tight crotch to
emphasize the point.  "I am most versatile and willing in all
manner of service," he added hopefully.

"Alright, then," said Monty with a grin.  "You're a sturdy-
looking chap.  Let's see what you look like under the uniform.
Strip naked and show us your charms."  The Brit reached into his
pocket and flipped a six-pence coin into the air, which Hans
caught on the fly.

"If you will please forgive the ungrateful thought, my sir, but I
must share half with the empfangschef... the desk-clerk... so
perhaps...."  His voice trailed off, but his intent was clear.
Monty gave him a wink and launched another six-pence, and Hans
smiled happily as he began unbuttoning the fancy jacket.

The two men sat down in the living-room's two comfortable chairs,
with Hans standing a few feet in front of them doing a sensuous
strip-tease.  He wore only an undershirt beneath the jacket, and
in another moment he was bare-chested.  Looking at the men with
that same sultry expression, Hans moved his hands up and down
along his torso, teasing his nipples stiff, stroking the thin
soft tufts of blond hair at his armpits.  He had a fantastic
build for a 16-year-old... solid arms, broad shoulders, a slender
and defined abdomen, and a hairless chest that was beginning to
show developed pectoral muscles... and he clearly enjoyed posing
under the men's lustful gaze.  Before long, he was completely
naked, proudly showing off a plump man-sized penis and full
balls.  Above his cock was a neat patch of light-brown pubes.
Soft blond peach-fuzz hair graced his strong legs.

He skinned back the foreskin on his cock to reveal a broad,
dark-red cockhead, and began stroking his dick to stiffness as
Monty and William looked on approvingly.  The penis quickly
pulsed to a full erection... over 7 inches of prime teenage meat
that was simultaneously graceful and hyper-masculine.   When he
let go of it, the fully-erect phallus it continued pulsing with
each of his heartbeats, trying to become even harder and point
even higher.  Hans looked over at the two men, smiling.

"Very nice!  Stroke it some more.  Show us how sexy you are when
you pleasure yourself," said Monty.

Turning in profile view to the men, Hans began to stroke his cock
again, slowly and rhythmically.  He flexed his biceps, abs, and
glute muscles, showing off like a body-builder as he masturbated.
His face displayed an exaggerated lust as he played the role of a
wanton teenage slut.  When he looked over at the men through
half-lidded eyes, his tongue danced around the outside of his
mouth in a wordless offer to get on his knees and suck the two
men's cocks.

"He IS a sexy one, isn't he!" said Monty excitedly, as he bounced
up from his chair and moved next to the naked youth, running his
hands over Hans's torso and strong arms, caressing his tight
round butt, and fondling the boy's full balls.  The man and boy
were of equal height - about 5'6" - but Hans was more sturdy by
far than the delicately-build Englishman.  Monty pulled the boy's
hand away from the rigid boner, and replaced it with his own.  He
leaned forward to kiss Hans on the mouth, cupping the lad's firm
butt cheek with his hand and he stroked the boy's plump cock.
The bellhop stood passively with his hands at his sides, but he
responded warmly to the man's kisses, meeting Monty's tongue with
his own.

"Mmmm... that was splendid!" sighed Monty breathlessly as the
sloppy kiss broke.

"You would like I to suck now the penis of you two gentlemans?
I do you both the same time, if it pleases.  Even two penis in
the mouth together!"

"What I'd really like," said Monty, "is that gorgeous cock of
yours fucking my bum.  Do you like to arschficken with that
glorious cock of yours?"  He gave Hans's cock a squeeze.

"Ja!  I like much to give the ass-fuck!" said Hans with a grin.
"I have much cream in the balls," he said, juggling the fat
dangling orbs with his fingers.  "Plenty of the cream for two
good fucks.  If you like, I give to both of you gentlemans your
best fucks of all.  My cock slide in your arse hard and deep and
long time, like the sharp plow goes through good soft soil!"

"Jolly good!" said Monty, smooching Hans's mouth in a quick kiss,
as both men laughed at the analogy that emphasized the bellhop's
farm-boy roots.

"Come on, then, Billy!   Come share this scrumptious hunk of
Kraut with me.  He's built like a bull!  We can do a 3-way, like
we did back in London."  He glanced over at his American friend
expectantly.

"That's ok, Monty; you go ahead," said William.  "I think I
prefer them a bit younger, so I'll save up for the action
tonight.  But I'll gladly watch you two go at it!"  He rubbed his
crotch lasciviously to emphasize the point.

"We'll give you a good show, then," said Monty.  "My mouth is
watering for a taste of that fat cock before I take it up my bum.
A perfect way get our Berlin adventure off to a smashing fine
start, eh what?"  And he dropped down and immediately wrapped his
lips around the beautiful teenage erection, pulling his
undershorts and trousers down to his knees even as he suckled at
the German boy's boner.

William unbuttoned his trousers and massaged himself to erection
as he watched the Brit voraciously devour every inch of the
teenage cock, attacking it like a starving man given a heaping
plate of food.  Monty's own penis strained with total stiffness,
without being touched.  Then, after a few minutes of deep-
throating the boy's stiff cock, Monty stood up and hugged the
bellhop, pressing their bodies together.

"God, but you're strong!" he marveled, as his hands wandering
greedily all over the boy's strong body, from his shoulders to
his firm, muscular buttocks.  "My bum is itching to be fucked."

Monty stripped nude and got a small bottle of lubricant from his
satchel.  He slathered it generously on the boy's cock, and some
around and into his anus.  Then he knelt on the plush arm-chair
with his knees resting on the front edge and his hands gripping
the top of the backrest.

"Fuck me, Hans!  Fuck me good."

"Jawohl!  I do it good for you... I fuck the long time, and stay
fucking to when you tell me then to shoot the cream."  The boy
stood behind Monty's upraised ass and directed his plump boner
with his hand, rubbing it teasingly up and down along the man's
anal flesh.  William watched from a few feet away, in side view,
as the boy's cock-head then pushed forward.  Monty flexed the
muscle open, and the fat glans popped in, to the accompaniment of
a low murmured "oh, yes!" from Monty.  The Brit's head was arched
back, his eyes closed, and his mouth hanging open.

As Hans's hips pushed forward in slow, gentle nudges, his phallus
invaded a little deeper with each stroke.

"You enjoy for the boy to give a fuck with strength; yes?" said
Hans in a knowing voice, as he demonstrated the point by grasping
Monty's hip bones firmly and thrusting forward firmly,
penetrating two more inches at once.

"Oh, my word! YES!"  gasped Monty in a slightly effeminate voice,
as the entry of the man-sized cock into his rectum caused a warm
erotic surge of pleasure.

"You want I to be the bull giving a fuck to the heifer, eh? You
want it like this; yes?"  He thrust hard again to punctuate the
words.

"Yes!  Give it to me hard!  Shove it in me!"

"Ja, my little heifer."  He thrust forward to the hilt.  And as
he pulled his cock back... SLAP!  He spanked Monty's butt-cheek,
hard and loud. "Englanders, they like to take the spanking."  It
was a statement, not a question.  Monty's only answer was to lift
his ass higher.  SLAP!  "I give you the fuck and the spanking
like you need," said the boy confidently.  SLAP!

As Monty moaned in ecstacy, the teenager's hips began an easy
rhythmic cadence that he would be able to keep up almost
indefinitely.  His 7-inch cock plunged full-length with each
stroke, reaming the man's ass expertly.

Monty whimpered and sighed with pleasure, loving the feeling of
being totally submissive to such a masculine young peasant...
having this strong German farm boy dominating him... owning him
sexually... completely filling his rectum with thick, warm cock.
The man moved his ass up and back to meet each thrust, his
consciousness becoming ever more focused on the swirling nirvana
of his raw lust.

The lad kept his hands busy as he fucked... sliding across
Monty's back and shoulders and flanks... putting his fingers in
Brit's mouth to be sucked.... reaching around to pinch the man's
nipples firmly... reaching down to give Monty's erection a few
strokes... squeezing the man's balls in his strong hand, and then
squeezing them a little harder.  All the while, Hans's cock was
thrusting with mechanical precision as Monty took it
ecstatically, craving it like a bitch in heat.  Hans glanced over
at William and winked.

"Damn!" said William, as he continued to gently massage his own
stiff penis.  "What a show!"

A half-hour later...

Hans dressed quickly and left the room with a big grin on his
face, and an extra two shillings in his pocket.  A few minutes
later there was a knock at the door.  William opened it to admit
the porter with luggage and another teenage bellhop carrying a
loose-leaf binder of photos.  The deliveries had been tactfully
delayed until Hans had reported back to the desk-clerk in the
lobby.  Monty, wearing only a robe, sat down next to William on
the sofa to look at the album.  Each page was devoted to a
different young boy or teenager, each with a typed description in
German, English, and French, and three photos: the boy's face in
close-up, a full-body shot of him clothed, and a full-body nude.

"There are separate books for men, and others besides for girls
and women.  If you might like to have a young girl as your bed-
warmer tonight, I can call down to Max and...."

"Not on your life!" said William with a chuckle, as he paged
slowly through the album.  "This is the answer to half a
lifetime's worth of secret craving, and I intend to feast on
nothing but boys for the remainder of my travels this summer."

"That's the spirit, old chap!" replied the Brit, as he looked
over William's shoulder at the turning pages.  "Look at this one
here," he said, pointing to a pretty youngster dressed in
traditional lederhosen in the clothed picture... and beautifully
pre-pubescent in the nude shot.  "Isn't he just your type? It
even appears he has a circumcised penis!"

"I think you're right!" said the American, focusing on the 3-by-5
inch nude picture. Then he began reading the description aloud:
Johann; 12 years in age; light-brown hair; green eyes; 150 cm
(4 feet and 11 inches) of height; 40 kg (88 pounds) of weight;
penis with the erection of 8 cm (3.2 inches); does not produce
semen at the climax; speaks some English, French, and Dutch."
He looked over at Monty.  "Just about perfect, and rather like
that young cousin from my youth.  Yes; I'll take him!  Now it's
your turn to pick."  He handed the book over.

"First remove your boy's page from the album.  That's how we
convey our choices to Max.  And that way the page won't remain in
the book when the next customer is looking through it tonight."

Monty leafed through the pictures, seeing a few that he had
enjoyed in previous stays at this hotel.  When he got to the end,
he flipped back to an earlier one.  "Take a peek at this one.
It says his name is Rudi; age 14; blond hair; blue eyes; he's
5'7" and 110 pounds; shoots his spunk, and his willy stands up
5.3 inches when it's stiff."

William looked at the nude picture approvingly.  He too had been
tempted by the lanky blond boy.  He appeared to have recently
gone through his growth spurt... both in height and genitals.
His hairless penis, relatively long for a boy his age, pointed
downward, in front of three-quarter-size testicles in a low
dangling sack... a perfect vision of 14-year-old boy-beauty.

As Monty phoned down to Max to send up a bellhop to retrieve the
book and report their selections, William removed his stylish
tuxedo from the hanger section of his steamer trunk, draped it
across a chair, and wandered into his bathroom to run hot water
in the tub.

Later...

Monty and William, both of them dressed to the nines, left the
restaurant a little after 10:00, ready to resume their pursuit of
sexual adventure.

"We have a half-hour until the show starts, and it's less than
half a mile from here to the club," said Monty.  "Shall we walk
it instead of a cab?"

"Certainly," said William.

"Good.  This way I can show you one of the places where the
rent-boys offer themselves up.  Remember when I showed you that
dark alley in London, not far from Piccadilly Circus, where the
boys lurk in the shadows?  Well, in Berlin it can be out in the
open.  Come on; it's just down this way."

In a few blocks, they came to the entrance of a covered shopping
arcade called the Linden-Passage.  It was a well-lit block of
upscale shops that was restricted to pedestrians only and was
protected from the elements by an arched roof made with panels of
amber-tinted glass.  The shops had all been closed for several
hours, and the only business being conducted was that of boys
selling themselves... dozens of them, ranging in age from 10 to
18.  Most appeared to be in the 13 - 14 range, and they all
seemed to be friendly and eager to be chosen.

The prospective customers, strolling along slowly and inspecting
the wares, wore tuxedos or business suits, and ranged in age from
William's and Monty's youth to distinguished-looking gentlemen in
their 70s.  William overheard a number of them speaking to boys
in English or French, while perhaps half appeared to be native
Germans.  There was no hint of furtiveness or embarrassment in
this commerce.  In fact, there was even a uniformed policeman
walking casually along the block, bantering with the boys,
interested only in keeping everything orderly.

"The first time I came here," said Monty, "was 1923, when Germany
was in the worst of its economic times... the hyper-inflation and
all that... a trillion marks to the American dollar.  They say
there were at least 200 boys on this block every night back
then... it certainly seemed like that many when I was here.  And
any one of them would be yours to play with back in your hotel
room for a single English penny.  Can you imagine?"

They walked down the middle of the arcade, politely brushing off
the solicitations of the boys, but enjoying the view.  Many of
the boys let their penises show briefly through unbuttoned flies,
and some turned around and lowered their knickerbockers to flash
a quick view of their cute boyish bums, in an effort to attract a
man who looked their way.  Monty and William just smiled their
approval and kept walking.

"I've noticed that they tend to be prettier and better-dressed
than the London street-boys," said William.  "There are half a
dozen here who are as pleasing to the eye as any boys I've ever
seen."

"Yes; it's a better class of boys here in Linden-Passage.  The
ragamuffins are more likely to congregate at the Tiergarten Park,
giving blow jobs in the shadows, like their London counterparts.
But these are typically well-scrubbed middle class lads, sent out
by their families to earn some money.  There may even be sons of
Russian aristocrats among them!  Quite of few of those
unfortunate people settled in Germany after fleeing from the Reds
when their Civil War ended in 1921... some of them getting out
with little more than the clothing on their backs."  Monty
sighed... but then gave a little chuckle.  "One time, two years
or so ago, I was in a splendidly posh boy-brothel just off the
Potsdamer Platz and had a jolly threesome with two brothers,
perhaps 13 and 15 years in age and utterly beautiful.  I was told
by the brothel-keeper that they were the sons of some Russian
duke or baron.  They couldn't speak a word of English, and spoke
no better German than I, but they were eager to please and had
wonderfully tender bums, elegant cocks, and expert fellating
technique.  I have no reason to doubt their reported pedigree, as
they looked and acted completely refined."

"Perhaps we can visit that brothel while we're here," said
William hopefully, envisioning himself in bed with two well-born
boy-whores.

"Yes!  That would be brilliant!  I was there three months ago,
and they still had an assortment of exotic foreign boys... even
Chinamen and black Africans, if you can imagine!  We shall ask
Max to make arrangements for a visit tomorrow."

A few more blocks brought them to a neon-lit area of nightclubs,
strip-tease theaters, and mainstream brothels.  They stopped at
an inconspicuous entrance that was marked only by a small
polished-brass plaque that said "Cabaret der Jungen" - Cabaret of
Boys.  A liveried doorman greeted them, and welcomed them inside.
A smiling maitre d, dressed in a formal tail-coat, checked their
names against his reservation list.

"The cover charge is 15 Reichsmarks," said the maitre d in
perfect English.  "For your convenience, we also accept 15
British shillings or three and one-half U.S. dollars."  As they
paid in Reichsmarks, the man asked: "shall I describe our
arrangements, or have you been with us before?"

"My friend has been here," said William; "but I have not. Perhaps
a quick summary."  William had heard a gloriously-detailed
description of the cabaret, in full erotic detail, but it didn't
hurt to get it from the source.

"Very well.  The cover charge that you have paid allows you
unlimited champaign.  Other beverages are of course available,
but at additional charge.  A personal waiter is assigned to each
customer, and the waiter serves no other customer.  Our waiters
are very affectionate and provide very exceptional service."  The
man winked knowingly.  "But if you have a special request for
him, may I suggest that a small gratuity would be appreciated.
If you are not satisfied with your waiter for any reason, I would
be most happy to make a new assignment."

The maitre d escorted them through a door from which music could
be heard.  There, at the entrance to the performance space, were
nine waiters holding small round trays, each with a single
champaign glass.  All of them were young boys of 10 to 13 years,
smiling hopefully at the two men, just as the hustlers had in the
Linden-Passage.  Each boy wore the same provocative and revealing
attire: a faux tuxedo shirt... with pleats, winged collar, and
purple bow-tie... but constructed more like bib, in that it
covered only their chests, necks, and upper stomachs.  The
garment left the arms, shoulders, and back completely bare.
There was a purple cummerbund around each boy's waist; below it,
the lad's genitals and buttocks were totally exposed.  They wore
black-tinted silk stockings, held up at mid-thigh by elastic
garters of the same purple color as the tie and cummerbund, and
fancy high-heeled shoes on their feet.  All were small in stature
and slender, because the main job of a waiter in this
establishment was to sit on his customer's lap.

"Let's see," said the maitre d, surveying his available boys.
"Willi here speaks very good English," pointing to an adorable
little 10-year-old, his body still soft with pre-adolescence,
whose completely immature penis stuck almost straight out above a
round ball-sack.  "So does Kurt," motioning to a boy whose
attractiveness went well beyond "cute" and whose lean body and
developing genitals appeared on the cusp of puberty.  "And
Dieter, there speaks it; and also...."

"Kurt will be fine," said William, cutting the man short.  "How
old are you, boy?

"I am 12 years, sir!  Thank you, sir!" said the lad in a cheerful
soprano voice, flashing a big smile.

"I fancy this lad here," said Monty, walking up to a ravishingly
sexy 13-year-old blond, and taking his hand to draw him from the
group.  He was definitely Monty's type, looking rather like the
lad the man had chosen from the album back in the hotel room.
The Brit was scanning the lad up and down; especially down!  The
boy had gained an edge for selection by discretely coaxing his
penis into a beautiful erection of nearly 5 inches as soon as
Monty and William had entered.  Having a little line of light-
brown hairs sprouting at the base of his cock, like a scraggly
mustache above a teenager's upper lip, was an attraction to Monty
as well.

"Wie heiben sie, junge?" said Monty, asking his name.

"Ich heibe Lukas, mein herr [my name is Lukas, sir]."

"Splendid name! Sprechen sie Englisch, Lukas?"

"Ja; ein bisschen [yes; a little]."  He leaned close to Monty and
stood on tip-toes to whisper in the man's ear.  "Kiss... jack-
off... suck... fuck!"  Then he looked the man in the eye with a
mischievous grin and nodded his head.

"You shall be my waiter, then," said Monty, reaching out to give
the boy's boner a gentle squeeze.

The boys led the way, carrying their trays at shoulder height.
Monty and William couldn't help but stare at their exposed
buttocks, bouncing and swaying provocatively due to walking in
high-heels.

As they entered the club's main room, William saw that it was
cleverly designed so that the customers (mostly men, but some
curious or decadent women as well) could not see those at other
tables.  Seating was in high-backed, semi-circular banquettes,
arranged in three terraced tiers.  The small stage at the front
was fully visible to all, as were the practically-naked waiters
who occasionally scurried about in the room.  Each banquette
could comfortably hold four people, so there was room to spare
when Monty and William sat down.

The two waiters hurried away as soon as the men were seated, but
quickly returned, each bringing a bottle of champaign in an ice
bucket on a stand.

As Kurt poured a glass of champaign, he did not put it on the
table or hand it to William.  Instead, he slipped himself
smoothly onto William's lap, with his legs dangling over the
American's right thigh.  Kurt raised the glass to the man's lips.

"Drink, my handsome master.  Drink it all, and I pour another,"
said the grinning boy.

William's hands were draw to the boy's soft skin... the left hand
encircling Kurt's waist, the right sliding up along the silken
flesh of the lad's inner thigh... and he emptied the glass in a
few swallows as the boy tipped the glass.  Kurt jumped up and
poured another glass, but this time set it on the small round
table before snuggling once again on William's lap.  The man's
hand resumed it's exploration of the boy's thigh, and in moments
William's fingertips were feeling up Kurt's sexy boyish penis and
the two sparrow's eggs that dangled within the soft scrotal sack.
The German lad spread his legs to be petted, and purred like a
contented cat.

William shuddered with excited lust as he fondled the willing boy
on his lap, sighing as Kurt's penis stiffened completely beneath
the man's stroking fingers.  The short foreskin pulled back
easily to fully reveal the glans -- a beautiful reddish acorn of
sex-flesh.

"Do you shoot spunk yet, boy?" asked William, whispering into
Kurt's ear.

"Is that the same as to say 'making the cum'?" asked the
youngster, not totally sure of his English proficiency.

"Yes; that's it."

"No, sir... but I think that my cock will be making it soon.  It
makes the so-good feeling when you touch me like this... and when
I touch myself.  And my cock can have the orgasm many times.
You like to make a boy have his orgasm; yes?"  Kurt's voice was
angelic and innocent-sounding, but he arched his body, raising
his cock up, eager to be brought to his first dry orgasm of the
night.

"Oh, God... yes!" murmured William, burying his face in Kurt's
soft blond hair as he continued masturbating the boy's foreskin
up and down and caressing his body with the other hand.
Everything else around him faded to the background as he lovingly
fondled and snuggling with the beautiful 12-year-old sitting on
his lap.  'I could do this forever' he thought to himself.

William was brought back to reality by the dimming of the house
lights and the spot-lit illumination of the small stage.  He
glanced at Monty, whose lascivious hands were all over the boy on
his own lap.

"We arrived with excellent timing, old boy," said Monty, as he
reached for his glass of champaign and raised it in a toast.
"Here's to the beauty of boys!" he said.

"To the beauty of boys!" said William in reply, "and to their
incredible sexiness."

The music of the five-piece band switched to a more up-tempo
number as the master of ceremonies walked out onto the stage from
behind a curtain at its rear.  He was a youth of 16 years, whose
look was a perfect example of the decadent androgyny that was
stylish among Berlin's cabaret performers in the late 20s and
early 30s.  His dark hair was slicked back with pomade, and he
wore eye make-up that was heavy on mascara, as well as vibrant
lipstick and plenty of rouge. His only garment, besides shiny
black high-heeled boots that came up to his thighs, was a black
leather bustier with a codpiece at the crotch.

The MC's 'androgynous dominatrix' look was complemented by what
he held in his hands... the right hand held a riding crop, and
the left held a leather dog-leash.  Trotting along beside him on
hands and knees was a completely naked 10-year-old boy, a dog
collar around his neck, to which the leash was attached.  The boy
had long floppy dog ears, made of flannel cloth and attached to a
head-band, that dangled over his actual ears.  His nose had a big
black spot of stage make-up to approximate the look of a dog's
nose.  And to complete the costume, the young lad sported a cloth
tail attached to an unseen butt-plug that was held securely
inside his tight rectum.

"Meine dammen und herren!  Ladies and gentlemen!" said the MC.
"Willkommen zur Cabaret der Jungen.  Welcome to the Cabaret of
Boys."

End of Part 3

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