Date: Sat, 4 Aug 2007 09:30:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bill <bil47_new@yahoo.com>
Subject: Grand Tour, 1928 - Part 5

Grand Tour, 1928 - Part 5
by Bill

Monty and William entered their suite at 1:00 a.m., a bit tipsy
after a wildly debauched night at the Cabaret der Jungen.  A few
lamps had been turned on in the sitting room, casting a soft
glow, and the radio console was playing soothing big-band music.
The bedroom doors... Monty's on the left side, William's on the
right... were closed, and no light shown beneath them.  The men
were fully aware that there was a boy in each bedroom, chosen by
the men the previous afternoon from a catalogue of enticing young
rent-boys provided by the concierge of this posh Berlin hotel.

"You know, Monty," said the 22-year-old American; "I think I may
be too exhausted to do justice to another sexy boy right now.
I shot my cum three times at the cabaret; I sucked off three
different boys; and drank nearly all of that bottle of champagne.
I'm afraid I might just conk out beside him on the bed!"

"Billy, old chap," said the 24-year-old English aristocrat. "As
I've said, these lads we have tonight are just 'bed-warmers'.
The perfect tonic after a night of tom-catting around town is
sometimes just having a sexy body to snuggle with as you drift
off to sleep.  And then he will be at your disposal the next
morning to get the day started right.  In Berlin these days,
there are no rules when it comes to sex.  If you are paying for
the boy, you do whatever you want with him... even that means
doing nothing with him at all."

"I like your attitude, my friend.  Well, goodnight.  I'm so much
looking forward to our appointment at that brothel tomorrow
afternoon!"

"As am I, Billy!  The thought of having my own private harem of
exotic young boys sounds absolutely brilliant."

"At a brothel called the Sultan's Palace, no less!" added the
American.

"Righto.  Couldn't be more perfect!" Monty said with a laugh.
"Pleasant dreams, then."  And he leaned close to give William a
brief kiss on the mouth, which the American returned warmly.

After slipping off his tuxedo jacket and undoing his bow tie,
William opened the bedroom door.  As his eyes slowly adjusted to
the dark, he tried to remember the name of the boy he had chosen.
In the dimness, he saw a form move on the bed, beneath the sheet.

"Hello, sir," said a cheerful boyish voice, softly.

William clicked the light switch on the wall, turning on a soft
bedside lamp, and saw the smiling 12-year-old in his bed, lying
on his side, with only his head and bare shoulders visible above
the bed sheet.

"My name is Johann, but I like to be called Johnnie.  How would
you prefer for me to address you, sir?"

"Hello Johnnie," said the man, impressed with the boy's apparent
command of the English language.  Except for his German accent,
he spoke like a polite, well-bred young schoolboy in England or
America.  "Why don't you call me Billy."  The man hadn't gone by
that nickname since he was a boy... until he'd met Monty, less
than a week ago.  The Englishman called him 'Billy' unfailingly.

The man gazed at Johnnie, momentarily mesmerized by his
exceedingly attractive young face... brown hair, green eyes, long
dark eyelashes, a sensuous mouth with full lips.  The boy did not
seem at all uncomfortable with being stared at, as he continued
to smile and wait for instructions.

When instructions were not forthcoming, the boy broke the
silence. "Will it be pleasing if I am to pull down the sheet?"
he asked, as he glanced down at his covered body.

"Yes!  I would like that very much!" said William, as he closed
the door behind him and came over to the foot of the bed.

Johnnie pushed the covers down in teasing stages, guessing that
the man would enjoy it that way.  His hands pushed the sheet down
to uncover the nipples on his smooth chest... dime-sized brown
discs with tiny stiff nubs at their center.  The sheet was pushed
down farther, to the hairless pubic area, and he paused again. He
had sturdy shoulders, but no adolescent muscle development.  His
torso had the graceful slimness and abdominal definition of an
active and healthy boy on the verge of puberty... not an ounce of
baby-fat, but clearly not undernourished.  Johnnie counted to
three in his head and then pushed the sheet down to his hips,
kicking it off the rest of the way.  He shifted his body
sensuously, moving with the languid fluidity of a cat.  Laying on
his back and then his side, subtly shifting to give his customer
different poses, moving his hands over his smooth body, Johnnie
was the incarnation of a boylover's most powerful fantasy.

William stopped breathing for several long moments.  He found the
boy's body to be as exquisite as his face.  Johnnie was small of
stature... a bit under 5 feet,  not yet having experienced a
growth spurt.  His slender thighs and hips begged to be gently
caressed.  His silken skin glowed with an all-over tan, hinting
that he was among the naturist Berliners who sunbathed nude at
the Tiergarten Park.  And his genitals... what an incredible
erotic sight!  The man couldn't pull his gaze away. 'Absolute
perfection' thought William to himself.  A soft penis of almost 3
inches lay across the smooth skin of his inner thigh.  Its color
was a few shades darker than the adjacent tan skin.  The elegant
glans was slightly-flared... and, being devoid of foreskin, it
was on prominent display.  His scrotum was the perfect mate to
the gorgeous boy-penis... looser than a younger lad's round
pouch, but shorter and smaller than an adolescent's dangling
sack.  It was just right for showing the shape of Johnnie's
plumpening balls, and giving evidence of his budding sexuality.

The boy watched William's expression, and he could tell the man
liked what he saw.  Some customers found Johnnie's circumcised
penis unattractive.  He could sense it even if they said nothing.
But when William unconsciously licked his lips and sighed, with a
wistful look on his face, the boy relaxed completely.  He knew
that this would be a pleasant night with the handsome young
customer... the kind that made sex-work enjoyable and compensated
for the occasionally-obnoxious and often-unattractive men who
were an unavoidable part of this job.

After what he considered an appropriate interval, Johnnie shifted
his body to show off his slender rounded butt, swinging his left
leg across, bringing it up toward his chest as the right one
stayed straight.  His hand slid slowly along his side, moving
down his thigh and back up to his left butt-cheek, parting the
cleft.  William, to his surprise, found himself captivated by the
beauty of the boy's anus, which was distinctive for being so
small... with the smooth lightly-tanned skin of his buttocks
coming almost to the hole, with only a small area of wrinkled
anal flesh around it.

"Perfection!" murmured William softly.

"May I undress you, Billy?" asked the boy, in a voice that
sounded genuinely sweet and sincere.

"Yes... do that," said the man, thinking whimsically that his
previous boy had also served as a valet quite recently... in
getting his clothes back on after the wild sexual abandon at the
nightclub.

"Come sit on the bed," said the boy as he stood up.  The man
happily complied.

Standing between William's parted knees, Johnnie leaned forward
and began undoing buttons and removing the cuff-links and studs
from the tuxedo shirt.  While the boy worked, the man's hands
roamed freely over the lithe naked body.  Of all the boys he had
fondled over these past several days (and each was burned into
his memory), this one was perhaps the most erotic... the most
breath-takingly exciting to touch.  'How long can this go on?' he
thought; 'with each successive boy more sexy than the last?'  His
fingers were drawn to the circumcised penis and quickly massaged
it to full erection.  William sighed as his eyes drank in what
his hand caressed.  The boyish erection was nearly 4 inches in
length, the girth of the man's thumb, pointing straight up.  He
was just about to bring his mouth down to it when the boy
playfully pushed him onto his back with a gentle nudge and began
removing the remaining clothing.

"Your penis is like mine, having the circumcision," said Johnnie
with a delighted smile as he pulled the man's undershorts down.
"It is very handsome and sexy!"  But the boy did not presume to
touch William's soft penis.  Whenever he served a late-night
customer like this, he was careful not to presume too much until
he better understood the man's wishes.

The man smiled and took the boy's hand, guiding him down onto the
bed, pulling the soft sheet over them and enfolding the boy in an
embrace... feeling Johnnie's shoulders, his back, his buttocks.
"Hold my cock in your hand," he said, drawing the boy's hand to
his penis.  "Stroke it gently... not to make me cum, but just to
feel good.  Understand?"

The boy just smiled, with a slight nod of his head.  His small
hand began fondling the man's penis with a soft touch that
wonderfully combined sexual arousal with sublime relaxation.

"You are an American," Johnnie said softly.

"Uh-huh," he replied, looking into the boy's radiant green eyes.

"I thinked it from the way that you speak, and then I know it
from the looking at your beautiful penis."   From his intimate
experience with men's cocks, in almost a year of working as a boy
prostitute, the American tourists were almost always circumcised.
Occasionally a Brit, but almost never men of other nationalities.
That is, except for the rare German or Dutch or Polish customer
who, like Johnnie, was of Jewish heritage.

Johnnie suppressed the temptation to launch into an monologue
about his obsession with everything American.  He loved to
excitedly talk about his plan to emigrate to the USA when he
turned 18, and of his voracious reading of American books and
magazines at the library.  Instead, he snuggled closer to the man
and continued to lightly fondle the almost-erect cock.

"I like Americans," said the boy, almost in a whisper... almost
to himself.  "And also I like beautiful American cocks."

Johnnie's thumb brushed lightly across the ridge of the glans,
and he gave the man a sensuous, languid kiss.  William returned
the kiss with equal softness, even as sleep was overtaking him.
The gentle touching of their lips and tongues was like the
afterglow following a vigorous session of sex.  And that was how
it felt to William, as he floated away on a cloud of utter
contentment.

"If you wish for pleasure during the night," the boy murmured,
squeezing the many's cock gently, "I will love to play with you."

The man didn't answer.  He was completely asleep.  Johnnie
released the man's erection and draped his arm around the man's
back, snuggling even closer, breathing the man's masculine scent.
Then Johnnie kissed him gently on the cheek and closed his own
eyes.

Meanwhile, in the suite's other bedroom....

Rudi, a sturdily-built 14-year-old, was moving his hips in piston
strokes, slamming his thick young-adolescent cock hard and deep
into the Englishman's ass, just as the customer had directed.
Monty was on his back, his hands grasping tightly to the spindles
of the bed's fancy wooden headboard.  His legs were spread wide,
and his hips were propped up by two pillows.  But the pillows
didn't support all of his weight, because Rudi had a firm grip on
the man's scrotum, lifting Monty up by his balls.  The boy had
grasped the loose skin of the ball-sack at its base, and the two
testicles strained painfully against their scrotal skin just
above the clenched fist.  Rudi's other hand, slippery with
lubricant, was rhythmically masturbating Monty's boyish erection
(which was smaller and thinner than Rudi's, and shaved of public
hair).

"Oh, yes!  Punish my balls!  Fuck me harder!  Yes!  Jack me!"
babbled the man.  He had a high threshold for pain, and at this
level it served only to stoke the flames of his boundless lust.

His fire had already been kindled by the sound spanking that
began their session.  Monty's buttocks were glowing a deep red,
radiating heat, and cris-crossed with welts produced by uncounted
impacts of Monty's own belt, wielded at full-strength by the
obliging young hustler.

Unlike some rent-boys, Rudi didn't have enough experience to
delay his climax for an extended period of brisk fucking.  So
when he felt the sensations of orgasm rising up in his groin, he
increased the speed and firmness of the masturbation strokes,
hoping that the customer's ejaculation would precede his own.
And sure enough, Monty's penis produced it's fifth load of cum
for the day, dribbling a modest amount of semen onto his belly
and Rudi's hand... just before the boy's 5-1/2-inch cock erupted
with a much bigger load, deep in Monty's bowels.

"My god, but that was good!"  exclaimed the man, exhaustedly, as
the boy disengaged from him.  "Quite the stimulant to be held by
one's balls in that manner!"  Monty was basically talking to
himself, because the boy understood only a smattering of English.
"Das ist gut!" (That is good!) he said for the boy's benefit, and
added in awkward grammar: "Morgens spielen wir mehr."  (Roughly:
In the morning we will play some more.)

"Jawohl!" said the boy, smiling and bobbing his head up and down
in understanding and agreement.

The next morning, about 8:30....

William was in a wonderland of fantastic boy-sex, at the center
of an orgy.  A constantly-shifting harem of boys were pleasuring
him with every conceivable sexual technique, in every position.
His cousin was there, still a 12-year-old... and the boys with
whom he had first played sex-games when he went off to summer
camp... and boys that had been the objects of secret boyhood
crushes, at school and in the neighborhood.  Also boys from the
streets and brothels of London and Berlin... and a swirl of
others besides.  And they were all serving him... using their
mouths and fingers, and even their delicate feet, on every part
of his body... offering their cute little butts to be fondled or
fucked... prodding boyish cocks into his mouth and his anus.

His senses were awash with sexuality... almost dizzying, as if he
were on a carousel that was going too fast... as multiple boys
climbed all over him, licking and sucking, stroking and
caressing.  And then....

William's eyes popped open, and he instantly understood that it
had been a dream.  His mind tried to cling to the images and
sensations, even as they quickly retreated from his
consciousness.  But reality was still providing an element that
seemed to have been plucked from the dream -- Johnnie lying
between the man's spread legs, his head bobbing gracefully above
the man's crotch, skillfully sucking William's gloriously-stiff
cock and massaging his balls.

"Yes, boy... that's so nice!" said William, running his fingers
through the boy's soft brown hair.

Johnnie let the man's cock slip from his mouth and looked up.
"Billy!  You are awake now!  You were having a good dream; yes?
Your voice made pleasure sounds and you were feeling my body,
even as you sleep.  And you push my head down to give you a suck.
I try to make your dream even better!"

The boy's radiant smile was irresistible, and William drew the
lad up beside him for a hug and a long, warm kiss.

"Why would I need a dream when you are here in reality?" said
William warmly.  The man caressed and fondled the boy's body
intimately as they resumed kissing, and his previous night's deep
infatuation returned instantly.  He rolled Johnnie up on top of
him, so that both his hands could caress and explore the boy's
perfect butt -- slender and round, flawlessly smooth and soft.
His fingers slid along the ass cleft, separated the cheeks, and
stroked the tender flesh at the entrance of the hole.

"Oh, Billy!" sighed the boy.  "I have been hoping that you will
put your beautiful cock inside me.  You will fuck me... please?"

"Yes!  Yes, my angel," said the man, totally smitten.  He rolled
their bodies again so that he was now on top of Johnnie, lying
between the boy's spread legs, their cocks rubbing together.
After a long wet kiss, William moved his mouth down the boy's
body... kissing his neck and shoulders; licking his hairless
under-arms and inhaling their subtle scent; sucking his small
nipples and flicking the tiny nubs with his tongue; running his
cheek downward across the soft warm skin of the boy's taut belly;
and then pausing, with his face only inches from the most
beautiful pre-pubescent erection imaginable.  The tan 4-inch
boner begged to sucked.  Its glans, glowing a rich shade of red,
flared out just slightly wider than the shaft, and William could
almost taste it already on his tongue.

The man's eyes memorized the wonderful sight.  He intended to
envision it in his mind every time he masturbated, for the rest
of his life!  His tongue circled his lips to moisten them, and
then his mouth slid down onto cock-head, as if in slow-motion.
William's body trembled as his tongue circled around the glans,
and his mouth advanced slowly down the shaft.  He felt utterly
ecstatic to be sucking this perfect-sized boy-boner.  It was so
smooth and warm, throbbing between his lips, totally erect and
rigid.  The almost subliminal taste and scent of its boy-musk
inflamed his senses.

The soft grunting moans from William's throat mixed with
Johnnie's sighs of pleasure, as the man's lips and tongue
worshiped the icon of the boyhood eroticism.  Up and down the
small shaft he sucked and slurped, one hand caressing Johnnie's
ass while the other fondled the plump little balls inside their
compact satin bag.

As William sucked ecstatically, Johnnie's body began to tense and
tremble, his back arching, his hands clutching at the bed sheet.

"Oh, Billy!  Yes!  Oh, YES!" he cried.  The words served only to
intensify the man's desire to bring the lovely boy to the height
of pleasure, sucking and licking with a technique guided far more
by instinct than experience.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!...."   The boy's lovely treble voice sounded
like the cooing of a dove, and its volume increased as the
impending orgasm grew within him.  Suddenly he cried out, with
uncontrolled passion, as his hips arched up and his rigid body
trembled as if possessed.

William pressed his lips around the base of the boy's erection,
savoring the sensations of the twitching, vibrating boner on his
tongue.  His hands clasped around the boy's firm butt, feeling
the trembling, tense muscles beneath the soft flesh.  Gradually,
Johnnie's body relaxed from the electric surges of pre-pubescent
orgasm, and he smiled down at the man with a look of total
contentment.  William's eyes held the boy's gaze, even as he kept
the still-erect penis in his mouth, savoring its rich eroticism.

William almost moved up to kiss the boy, but decided instead to
move down.  His mouth released the stiff penis, and he sucked in
the balls... one at a time, and then both... licking them as the
boy moaned quietly and stroked the man's hair.  He shifted his
body down farther still, kissing Johnnie's tender inner thighs
and nuzzling the slender peach-fuzzed calves.  Then he came to
the boy's feet... petite and almost feminine... smooth and
perfectly clean from his bath the night before.  William licked
at them, and Johnnie giggled and arched his toes forward.  The
man licked at the toes, and then sucked... each a little penis to
be fellated with lips and tongue.

"Oh, Billy!  This is such good-feeling for me!" sighed the boy,
as he spread his toes wide to be pleasured.

After satisfying himself with both feet, William moved back up
Johnnie's legs.  As his face nuzzled the penis and balls, the man
pushed up on the boy's thighs, raising his ass, and exposing his
remarkably beautiful little hole.  His gaze only lingered a few
seconds before his mouth descended, licking at the nerve-laden
flesh, and pushing his tongue at the clenched muscle.  The boy's
loud sighs, in his sweet high voice, drove William's lust.  His
tongue-tip pushed harder, as if demanding entrance.  And the boy
relaxed the muscle to allow it.  Without thinking for even a
moment about the taboo nature of his actions, William was
aggressively probing the boy's anus, tasting his earthy musk, and
driving Johnnie wild with pleasure.

When his tongue tired of the wanton rimming, William rose up on
his knees, still holding the boy's thighs.  The man's penis
throbbed with lust, and it leaked a steady stream of slippery
fluid from its tip.

"Fuck me, Billy!"  the boy pleaded.

"Just what I was thinking!" said the man, as he positioned his
cock-head at the spit-slick hole and pushed forward, feeling a
surge of adrenaline-spiked lust as his rigid penis entered the
narrow circle of muscle.  In his excitement, he thrust hard into
the warm, tight tunnel... then pulled back and thrust again...
and again... and again.

Johnnie winced at the sudden penetration, but he didn't object.
Indeed, his breathless words of encouragement and his groans of
lust encouraged man's aggressive fuck-thrusts.

William's hands released the boy's legs, and he leaned forward to
enfold the boy in his arms.  Johnnie wrapped his legs around the
man's thighs and pulled his ass into each piston-stroke.

The man was clearly not interested in slow, gentle love-making.
He wanted to cum in the boy's ass... quick and hard... working
his cock in urgent churning thrusts.  This was raw, primitive
sex... mindless, wanton, relentless. He felt totally exhilarated,
even as the sweat from his physical exertion began to drip onto
Johnnie's chest.

The boy loved this part of his job... laying back and letting the
customer do the work... especially when the customer was the
right kind of man.  Johnnie had long-ago come to relish the
intense erotic satisfaction of being fucked, having a man's cock
filling him completely, setting off the array of pleasure nerves
in his asshole and at that special spot inside.  It was all the
better when the customer was slender and strong, with a cock that
was not too long and thick, but not too small either.  With a
handsome young man like Billy fucking him, he could just give
himself over to the pleasure... maybe even working up to an
orgasm without his penis even being touched.  He didn't achieve
an anal orgasm very often, but when he did it was fantastic...
and he felt one building up now!  He closed his eyes, focusing on
the intense sensations, concentrating on the rigid 6-inch cock
sliding back and forth inside him.  Yes!  The orgasm was coming!

The sounds of rutting sex echoed inside the bedroom... cries and
grunts and moans... as the man and boy worked toward their
similar goals.  And the gods of lust showed them favor, as they
climaxed almost simultaneously.  Johnnie's orgasm rushed through
his body, his asshole spasming around the thrusting cock... just
as the man's sperm erupted in fierce pulses inside the boy's
tight, warm ass.

Then they lay still; breathless, sighing, clinging to each other.
William's face pressed against the boy's hair.  His body trembled
slightly each time Johnnie's anus squeezed around his spent cock.

"Fucking is a fine way to start the day," said William at last.

"Naturlich!... Of course!" said the boy with a giggle.

"But right now I need to pee something awful," said the man.
"I'll explode if I don't get to the bathroom soon!"

"Shall I go with you, Billy?  You can do the piss games with me.
I like to play this kind of fun!"

"Piss games?" asked the man.

"Many men like to make their piss on me as kneel down or lay on
my back.  Also I will open my mouth for it and drink."  He gave
the man a sly smile and said: "For some men, it is pleasing to
have me make my piss on them!"

William grinned back.  He would do it, adding this to the growing
list of decadent sexual adventures that was becoming the hallmark
of his Grand Tour of Europe.  "Let's give it a try!" he said.
"First I'll pee on you, then you on me!"

They hopped out of bed and practically ran to the adjacent
bathroom.  It was large and ornate, having a generously-sized
shower stall with a gymnasium-style showerhead, in addition to
the standard free-standing clawfoot bathtub.

"You can make your piss all over me!" said Johnnie as he entered
the shower stall and sank to his knees.  "I like especially in
feeling your piss coming onto my penis, and in my mouth."


'This is so incredible!' thought the man to himself, as the
pressure of his full bladder combined with the excitement of
venturing into yet another previously-unimaginable
 act.

The boy closed his eyes and opened his mouth expectantly.  The
man held his penis with two fingers and his thumb and released
the flow.  A heavy stream of urine shot onto Johnnie's chest, and
William waved his organ from side to side, and then directed it
upward.  The boy giggled as William over-shot his goal, and piss
splashed into the boy's hair.  Then he zeroed in on the boy's
open mouth, filling it with warm pee until a cascade flowed back
out over Johnnie's bottom lip.  The boy closed his mouth to
swallow and grinned happily as the man's fingers redirected his
dick downward again, spraying the boy's shoulders and chest and
belly with a stream of yellow fluid.

Johnnie quickly shifted his body, even as the man was peeing on
him, so that he was sitting on the shower-stall's floor, leaning
back with his legs spread.  William aimed right at the boy's
genitals, just as the boy intended.

"Yes, Billy!  All over the cock and balls!"

Then he lifted his legs and leaned back further, and William
expended the remainder of his bladder's contents in hosing down
the boy's reddened, well-fucked asshole.

"That was such nice!" said the boy.  "Do you like it too?"

"The cat's pajamas!" said the man, using the latest slang, as he
shook the last drop of pee from his flaccid penis.

"The bee's knees!" answered the boy, demonstrating his own
knowledge of American vernacular, as he stood up.

"Now you do it to me," said William; "just the same way."

"Kneel down to me, then.  Are you ready?"

"Fire away!"

The narrow stream from boy's small penis came out with surprising
velocity, drilling into the man's chest and shoulders.  It was
such an amazing, peculiar feeling!  Then it happened... right
into William's open mouth.  The man swallowed, re-opened his
mouth, and swallowed again.  The urine was warm and salty,
slightly metallic, but mild and not at all unpleasant.  The flow
shifted back down his body, literally covering him in boy-pee.
And when it splattered on his penis the man felt a combination
of psychic and physical excitement that he couldn't begin to
analyze.  Instead of leaning back to expose his anus, as the boy
had, William turned quickly onto his elbows and knees, with his
ass raised up.  The boy's urine covered the globes of the man's
butt and found the bull's-eye of his hole.  The sensation made
him shiver with pleasure as the boy's stream of pee tailed off.

"We will take the shower now and make us clean!" said Johnnie,
twisting the faucets below the showerhead.

The man and boy played happily beneath the warm water... soaping
each other up, rubbing their slippery bodies together... acting
as if both of them were uninhibited 12-year-olds, instead of just
one.  When they finished, the man put on a soft thick robe, while
Johnnie remained naked after drying off.

"Do you like for us to have more sex-fun together, Billy?"

"No; you've worn me out, and I am hungry for breakfast.  I will
call for room service, and you must join me in eating.  Go on and
get dressed."

The boy bounced back into the bedroom and dressed in the clothes
he had brought -- short leather lederhosen pants, a long-sleeve
shirt, knee-socks, and well-worn shoes.

"You deserve a good tip," said William, as he located his wallet
and handed the boy 10 Reichsmarks [equivalent to $30 in today's
money].

Johnnie's eyes lit up.  "Thank you sir!  That is most generous!"
Indeed, it was considerably more than he would be paid by the
hotel's concierge for this job.

As they went out into the sitting area for William to make his
room-service call, they encountered Monty and Rudi lounging
comfortably.  The man wore a silk dressing-gown, and the boy was
completely naked, idly toying with his erect penis.

"We were wondering when you two would come out," said Monty with
a wink.  "Heard you going at it earlier, and I almost barged in
on you to join the fun!  But Rudi here kept me busy last night
and this morning.  I've never seen a 14-year-old who was so
virile... able to get hard and shoot his cum an amazing number of
times in succession!"  The man's hand caressed the boy's ass
tenderly.  "I've an idea... unless your adorable boy needs to
depart, what say we trade lads for one more go-round before
breakfast?  Rudi doesn't speak much English, but he's remarkably
versatile, and incredibly sexy!"

William looked over at Johnnie who nodded his head to indicate
his willingness.  Then he looked over at the handsome naked boy
standing next to Monty.  "Sure!  Why not?"

"Brilliant!  Come on then, lad... back to my bedroom we go.  Call
me Monty... and what might your name be?"

William motioned with his head toward his own bedroom, wordlessly
telling the boy to come with him.  The lad was rather different
from Johnnie, and not just because he was older, bigger, and more
sexually mature.  His attitude was coolly self-confident,
bordering on arrogance.  This was just the kind of boy that Monty
adored, and William was certainly willing to give it a try.

As he closed the door, the man shucked off his robe.  The two of
them stood a few feet apart, looking at each other's naked bodies
as Rudi continued to casually fondle his penis to keep it erect.

"So...." asked William, searching for something to say, but
failing.  He blushed, realizing that he found the boy somewhat
intimidating... with an air of danger like some of the rent-boys
he saw when Monty took him through that alley in central London.
What was the word Monty had used? Something like 'rough trade'.

"Soll ich sie mit einem riemen peitschen?" (Shall I spank you
with the belt?)  The boy grinned, in a rather sinister way.

William didn't understand a word and tried to remember how to say
so.  "Nicht spreche," was the best he could come up with.

The boy nodded. "Belt... spank," he said, pantomiming a whipping
motion with his arm.  "Monty like this.... You like also?"

William grinned.  His English friend clearly loved getting a
sound spanking on his bare butt, claiming it was a perfect
prelude to more explicitly-sexual activity.  William had resisted
Monty's suggestions that he give it a try... but he had been
tempted.  For one thing, he had fantasized about being spanked
for many years, even as a pre-pubescent boy, without ever having
experienced it.  His parents had never given him a spanking, so
far as he remembered.  But now was the perfect time to try it,
with the perfect boy for the job.  Why not go all the way in
playing out a sexually submissive fantasy?

"Yes; spank," said the man, feeling a little shiver of
excitement.  "Then I suck you... give you blasen; yes?  Then you
fuck me... arschficken.  Understand?"  At least he had remembered
a few terms from Monty's brief German language lesson.

"Ja! Das ist gut!  I spank mit belt; you suck cock; I give fuck."

"Yes; das ist gut!" William repeated with a smile.  He went to
his steamer trunk and got out a slender leather belt... about an
inch wide and thin.  His hand was trembling slightly as he handed
it to the boy.

"Bed!  On knees!  Arse up!" ordered the youth, in a voice that
had not yet finished its transition to tenor.

The man knelt on the edge of the bed, leaning on his forearms,
with his head down and his butt sticking up.  He closed his eyes
and let his mind pull up one of several fantasies that lurked at
the ready.  He imagined himself in his boyhood bedroom, wearing
only his underpants, waiting for his father to come in and punish
him for some misdeed.  His mind envisioned having his father
reach out and pull down the underwear, exposing his buttocks and
genitals, while he trembled in fear... and then seeing his father
pull the belt from his trousers.

The man's penis was becoming as stiff in reality as it was in his
imagined vision of himself.  And then...

"WACK!"  Fantasy met reality, as Rudi brought the belt slapping
across his butt.  WACK!... WACK!... WACK!... WACK!... WACK!

The blows came 5 seconds apart.  Owing to the thinness of the
belt, they weren't severe, but they were delivered briskly and
definitely stung.  William's suddenly mind spun into a different
fantasy, in which he was a captured cabin boy in the palace of a
North African ruler in the 1700's.  (Ever since reading a history
of the Barbary Pirates as a 10-year-old, he had fantasized being
one of the white slaves or the dusky-skinned North Africans.)
Now the lashes were being delivered before a crowd of mocking
courtiers, on a nude slave boy who wore only a collar around his
neck.

When he opened his eyes, the fantasy vanished... but the reality
was just as arousing.  Looking back over his shoulder at Rudi, he
saw that the boy's left hand was stroking his rigid erection even
as his right wielded the belt.  From the expression on his face,
it was clear that he was thoroughly enjoying both activities.

WACK!... WACK!... WACK!... WACK!... WACK!

William cringed and his body shuddered as each blow landed.  His
buttocks were burning, and he felt tears welling up in his eyes.

"Stop.  That's enough," he said softly.  The spanking ceased
instantly.

As Monty rubbed his tender butt, he slid off the bed and got on
his knees in front of the boy, his face only a few inches from
Rudi's crotch.  The cock was a vision of young-adolescent
virility -- a sturdy 5-1/2-inch erection, with a broad glans and
plump balls in a drawn-up sack.  He was still completely bald of
pubic hair.

The boy's hand came behind William's head and pulled it toward
him.  "Suck!" the boy ordered.

The man's fingers wrapped around the warm, throbbing phallus.
The look, the feel, scent... all had a powerful impact on him.
His mind flashed back to high school days... to the boys on whom
he'd had secret crushes... 9th graders whose penises he had
discretely spied in the athletic locker rooms and showers... this
is what they'd have looked like erect.  How many times during his
countless masturbation sessions had he fantasized about sucking
14-year-old boners that were just like Rudi's?  His mouth
watered, and his own erection twitched.  Feeling light-headed
with arousal, he brought his mouth down, surrounding the fat
cock-head with his lips, tasting it with his tongue, and letting
the cock slide in further.  Much as he had loved the innocent
beauty of Johnnie's immature erection, he was now overwhelmed by
the masculine virility of Rudi's larger, thicker cock.

A long, low moan of satisfied pleasure rumbled in William's
throat as his mouth worked up and down the shaft, saliva flowing
as he vigorously sucked.  The only other sound was the slurping
of his mouth, satisfying its hunger for cock.

Rudi's hands pulled the man's head in firmly, and the boy's cock
pushed at the entrance of William's throat.  The man gagged, but
the boy was persistent, forcing his head down.  And William
wanted to do it... wanted his throat fucked... and he willed
himself to take it all the way.  He finally did it!  The boy's
cock-head slid into his tight throat!  His lips began riding the
entire length of the boy's erection, from the piss-slit to the
hairless base, again and again.  And then Rudi's hips began to
tremble, and bucked in cadence with William's mouth, quickly
supplanting the movement of the man's head with face-fuck thrusts
of the boy's rigid cock.

"Ja!  Ja!  Es ist so gut!"  The boy fucked faster, thrusting into
William's throat, feelings of impending orgasm rising up inside
him.  "Ach!  Ja!  I cum!"

A string of hot boy-cum erupted into the man's mouth, quickly
followed another spurt from the spasming penis, and another.
William gulped the warm semen as he continued to suck, euphoric
at tasting and drinking the load of sweet boy-cum.

No sooner had William slurped the last bit of seeping white honey
from Rudi's piss-slit, when the boy pulled him to his feet.

"Now fucking," he said.

The man saw that his cock was still 3/4 hard... could he really
fuck right after cumming?  Well... Monty had claimed as much.

The boy motioned William onto his knees on the bed, the same
position as for the spanking, and he clutched a pillow to his
chest.  Rudi put his hand in front of William's mouth.

"Hier spucken... spit," he instructed.

William loaded the boy's fingers with saliva and some unswallowed
semen.   As soon as the hand moved away, he felt it at his ass,
slathering the outer hole and pushing inside.  Then he heard the
boy spit and the slapping sound of Rudi jacking his slippery
cock.

"I fuck now; yes?"

"Yeah; fuck me!  Put your cock in and give it to me!"

The cock-head rubbed against his anus, and then pressed forward.
William remembered to push the muscle open, and the plump glans
slid inside.  He moaned softly as the teenage cock entered him,
in slow, steady increments.  "Yes.... Fuck me!" murmured the man.


Meanwhile... in the other bedroom....

"What a pretty young thing you are!" said Monty, sitting in a
straight-back chair while Johnnie stood beside his right knee.
"So much like the first-year boy who fagged for me at Eton in my
senior year."   His robe was open, hanging to the sides of the
chair, exposing his soft penis and shaved pubes.  His crotch
looked like a 13-year-old's, and that was the way he liked it.
He reached over and ran his hand across the smooth black leather
seat of Johnnie's lederhosen.  "You need to be punished, boy."

Johnnie knew what was coming, but not the specifics.  "Yes, sir,"
he said, tactfully.  It wouldn't be so bad, he told himself.
The men who spanked him for their pleasure were almost always
good tippers.

Monty's hand swatted Johnnie's butt, hard.  The leather trousers
made a satisfyingly loud sound.  He swatted again.

"Take off your trousers, boy; and pull up your shirt."  Johnnie
did as instructed.  "Hands on your head."  The boy again obeyed.
Monty's fingers slid under the elastic waistband of the boy's
white undershorts.  He slowly eased them down the boy's thighs,
exposing the immature penis and balls.  The man's fingertips
fondled the genitals, making a stiff boner with his caresses.
Then he pulled Johnnie face-down over his lap.

"You're lucky this time, boy.  I'll give them to you bare-handed,
instead of with the slipper."  His hand gently massaged the boy's
buttocks, as he felt his own erection growing.  He shifted the
boy slightly so that the two stiff penises rubbed together.
"You're getting 25 of my best.  Count them out as you get them."

WACK!

"One!" said the boy, flinching at the hard slap.


At 4:00 p.m. that afternoon...

The taxi ride was short, as their destination was only a mile
away from the hotel.  It was situated in a block of upscale
shops, offices, and apartments.  The entrance was a rather fancy
door, numbered but otherwise unmarked, between a clothing store
and a tobacconist.  Monty and William entered and walked up the
staircase.  The doorway at the top had a shiny brass plaque with
the words "Der Palast der Sultane".  It opened to a rather
conventional reception area that one would find on entering a
small business.  But rather than having a young female
receptionist at the desk, there was a middle-aged man wearing a
red fez... the traditional cone-shaped hat of the Turks, with a
black tassel hanging down the side.   The man didn't otherwise
look like a Turk; in fact he looked stereotypically German.

"Gutten tag!" he said cheerfully.  "Good afternoon!" he added.

"Hello," said Monty.  "We are Messrs Montgomery and Taylor.  I
believe arrangements have been made."

"Ah, yes!  Quite so," said the man.  "Welcome to the Sultan's
Palace. I understand you wish each to have a harem of three boys.
This is an excellent choice for you, and we have now an
assortment of boys for your pleasure this afternoon. The cost is
60 Reichsmarks for 2 hours.  There will be a bar of liquors in
your room, and some fine hashish if you wish to make the exotic
experience.  Please do not give extra money to the boys; they are
prohibited from receiving tips.  Be assured, however, that your
harem-boys will gladly and expertly do you everything that you
can imagine to ask of them."

Monty and William glanced at each other and smiled.

"I have received a description of your preferences, and we can
take you now to your rooms and have the best three boys for your
desires sent to you immediately.  But since it is early in the
day and we are not busy, if you prefer, you may select for
yourself from a group."

"You've done a fine job of selecting on my previous visits," said
Monty.  "I fully trust your choices."

"Very good, sir."

"I think I would prefer to choose," said William, thinking about
the excitement he felt the two previous times he had been able to
make selection from a group of boys.

"Excellent!" said the man.  He pushed a buzzer on the desk, and
in less than a minute a young adolescent entered from an inner
door and bowed.  He was dressed as a harem-boy, with loose pants
of translucent silk fabric, thin enough that one could make out
the shape of the boy's genitals.  On top he wore an elegant short
vest that was open in front to show his smooth bare chest.

"Show this gentleman to Room 3," he said in English.  "And then
send to him Vladamir, Carlos, and Abdul."

Monty started to follow the boy out.  Before he left, he said
"Watch out for that hashish, Billy.  Just a couple puffs at first
if you aren't accustomed to it, or you'll be totally plastered!
Enjoy your adventure!"

"And now, Mr. Taylor," said the man in the fez; "if you will come
with me this way, I show to you some of the boys we have now
available.  The concierge of your hotel reports that you wish
young boys, and exotically foreign.  That is correct?  We have
now, I think, 8 boys who fit that description.  If you do not see
three among them who sufficiently please you, there are more boys
still.  But I am confident that when they pull down their pants
to show you their charms, you will desire every one of these
harem-boys."

William felt his heart starting to thump in his chest.  This
would really be something!  Being treated like an Ottoman
sultan... and smoking hashish too.  He had read about the ancient
drug, but of course had never had the opportunity to actually try
it.  And to have three young and exotic boys serving him at once!
It was like a dream!  He licked his lips and adjusted the
stiffening penis in his trousers.


End of Part 5

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