Date: Fri, 24 Aug 2007 04:18:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bill <bil47_new@yahoo.com>
Subject: Grand Tour, 1928 - Part 6

Grand Tour, 1928 - Part 6
by Bill

William entered a room containing two pieces of furniture -- an
arm-chair in the middle of the room, and a small table against
the wall holding crystal decanters, an ice bucket, and glasses.
On the walls were oil paintings of highly-erotic scenes from the
royal palace of the Ottoman Empire.  Only 10 years previously,
the country that was now called Turkey had been the core of an
empire ruled for centuries by a long line of powerful sultans.
In addition to their notorious harems of women and girls, many of
the Ottoman sultans also kept beautiful slave-boys, by the scores
and even hundreds, for their sexual pleasure.  William's
attention was captured by a large painting that dominated the
wall he was facing.  It showed a middle-aged sultan lying on a
mound of cushions, wearing a turban and a colorful robe that was
open in front.  He was being attended by six harem-boys of
various ages, various skin colors, and various degrees of
undress.  The boys were caressing the man with their hands and
mouths, and were likewise being fondled and sucked by him.

The theme of these erotic pictures was certainly appropriate,
because this establishment -- one of many up-scale boy-brothels
that did business in the decadent world that was Berlin in the
1920s -- was named the Palast der Sultane... the Sultan's Palace.

The proprietor handed William a glass of excellent scotch whiskey
with two cubes of ice, and settled him into the soft armchair.
He placed a record on the phonograph, and exotic middle-eastern
music began playing softly.  Disappearing through a side door,
the man soon returned, leading a line of eight boys, all dressed
in clothing that imitated the harem-boys in the pictures.  Like
the boy he had seen a few minutes earlier in the reception room,
they wore diaphanous silk pants, short vests of various colors
and designs that were open to display their bare chests, and soft
slippers on their feet.  The flowing material of the pants
allowed a teasing hint of what was beneath, being sufficiently
thin and translucent to show the silhouettes of their slender
legs and the form of their genitals.

William had specified two criteria when the arrangements had been
made for him and Monty to patronize the brothel -- that the boys
be young, and that they be exotic foreigners.  The Palast der
Sultane specialized in providing boys from around the globe,
typically with two or more serving the customer at once.  The
eight delightfully-young boys were indeed a fascinating mix, with
skin tones that ranged from pale white to the color of chocolate,
and various shades between.  William's eyes flitted from one to
the other, reveling in their beauty.

The boys also were eying William as they entered, exchanging
raised eyebrows and subtle grins among themselves.  Typically,
the only customers during the late afternoon were fat old
businessmen who had left their nearby offices a bit early, intent
on enjoying some hot boy-sex before going home to their wives.
Each of the eight boys was now thinking the same thing: that a
slender, handsome young man like this one would be a pleasure to
serve.  As they lined up along the wall facing William, their
faces all took on looks of overt seduction, imitating the sexy
'vamps' of the silent movies... with smoldering eyes, sly winks,
knowing smiles, and tongues licking across pouting lips.

"I trust you will find that these boys meet your wishes," said
the proprietor.  "Allow me to introduce them individually, that
you may choose from them the three that you find most pleasing."
He motioned with his hand to the first boy in line, saying: "ein
Schritt vorwarts, bitte." [Step forward, please.]

The boy was petite in size, with richly-tanned skin, dark
straight hair, and beautiful dark eyes.  He stepped forward and
smiled charmingly at William.  "Kuwat is from the island of Java,
in the Dutch East Indies [now Indonesia]. He is 10 years in age."
The boy was sexy, and he knew it.  He focused his steamiest gaze
at the customer, running his fingertips over his bare chest and
teasing his small dark nipples to tiny nubs, and then brushed his
hand sensuously across the crotch of his loose silk pants.

"Ziehst deine Hosen herunter," [pull down your pants] said the
proprietor.  The Asian boy slid his fingers beneath the elastic
waistband and slowly drew the harem-pants down his thighs,
displaying an immature penis (circumcised because of the Muslin
heritage of the Javanese) and a soft little scrotum holding
immature balls.  The boy turned around slowly to show his
beautifully-rounded buttocks that were the same light-brown color
as the rest of his body.  Then he raised the pants back up and
stepped back against the wall.

The next in line was a young Greek boy who could have been a
Renaissance artist's model for cherub, having classic
Mediterranean beauty, a halo of soft wavy dark-brown hair, and a
face and body that showed a hint of baby-fat.  "Eros is 9 years
in age," said the proprietor; "and he has such a wonderful name,
don't you think?"  When the boy pulled down his pants, he happily
displayed a penis with a nozzle of foreskin extending over it.
He pulled back the foreskin to show the rosy-red acorn beneath.
When he turned around to show his baby-smooth little buttocks,
the man felt the urge to pull the boy onto his lap, as he had
with his young waiter the previous evening at the nightclub, to
pet and caress intimately.

"And now Badru."  A slender African boy with high cheek-bones
came forward two steps.  He was taller than the others... perhaps
5'2"... and his head was shaved bald.  His skin was an amazingly
rich and complex shade of dark-brown, and he had the serene and
confident bearing of a young tribal prince in a color photo on
the pages of National Geographic.  "Badru comes from the colony
of Deutsch-Ostafrika [now Tanzania, in East Africa], which the
English took from us after the Great War.  He is only 11 years,
but I think you are to be nicely surprised when he lowers his
pants."  The proprietor motioned to the boy to pull them down,
exposing a soft penis that hung down more than 4 inches.  He had
a boyishly immature ball-sack, suggesting that his penis would be
getting quite a bit bigger as he entered puberty.  To William's
delight, this boy too was circumcised, and his delicate cock-head
was on erotic display.  The boy gently fondled his precocious
sexual organ, bringing it to an elegantly slender 5-inch
erection.  And for a boy who was otherwise rather thin, Badru
showed surprisingly round buttocks when he turned around to show
his rear.

Then Yuri, a swaggering 12-year-old of Russian aristocratic
birth, clearly proud of his handsome looks and his sturdy body.
He was equally proud of his developing penis... 3 inches while
soft, with a naturally-short foreskin that revealed almost half
of the glans.  And when he jacked his penis to an erection of
nearly 5 inches, the invitingly suckable cock-head was on full
display.  As he turned around to show his smooth pale butt, he
pulled aside one cheek with his hand and leaned forward slightly
to offer the customer a peek at his pink anus.

A 10-year-old Mexican boy named Hector was introduced next, and
he eagerly strove to earn a place as one of the three boys who
would serve the handsome American.  A gregarious smile warmed his
face, showing his swarthy-skinned Native-American features to
best effect.  He ran his hands over his body, fondling his
immature brown penis to a cute 3-inch erection, and giving his
ass a playful spank when he turned around to show it.  As he got
back in line, he gave William a cheerful wink.

"Nizar is our next boy," said the proprietor.  "He is a Moroccan
of 11 years."  The boy's skin was as dark a tan as the Mexican's,
but his features were more like those of the Greek boy, and his
dark hair was tightly curled.  His penis, circumcised like the
other boys of Muslim heritage, hung straight down in front of
dangling balls, and it rose up to a mouth-watering erection of
4 inches.

"Minh is from French Indochina [Vietnam], and is 9 years in age."
The small boy moved with the grace of a dancer, and the delicate
features of his East-Asian face displayed a knowing half-smile
that William found entrancing.  In a slow fluid motion, Minh's
fingertips traced the curve of his ears, trailed down his neck
and chest, across his belly, and slid into the waist-band his
harem-pants.  As he slowly lowered them, the boy teasingly
revealed a glimpse of his genitals and then hid them again...
then lowered the pants completely to display his beautiful small
penis and soft little scrotum.  His smooth, deeply-tan buttocks
were quite slender, but with a graceful and erotic curve.

Finally, there was an exquisite boy whose features combined
European and Middle-Eastern traits.  His handsome face was
lightly tanned, his hair was a surprisingly-light shade of brown,
and his hazel eyes gleamed with inner passion.  "Tabor is 12
years in age and comes from Persia [Iran]."  The man grinned and
added: "They say that Alexander the Great chose a Persian boy for
his lover."  Tabor lowered his pants to reveal an exquisite
circumcised penis and maturing balls in a dangling sack, then
turned around to display his sexy round butt.  William thought
that Alexander the Great would definitely have been tempted by
this one too.

"Have you chosen your three favorites, sir?" asked the man.  The
show was over, having lasted little more than 5 minutes.

"You were absolutely right when you said that I would desire all
of them!" said William.   "Let's see... I'll choose...  Oh, gosh,
this is tough!"  He looked almost anguished about the decision.
"Hmmm... I want him [pointing to Badru, the 11-year-old African],
and him [Tabor, the 12-year-old Persian]... and... uhhh... him
[Minh, the 9-year-old from Vietnam]."  He aimed for as much
exciting diversity as he could, but it pained him to have to miss
out on so many equally-sexy boys.

"If you wish, sir," said the astute proprietor; "you can have
more boys in your harem.  You have paid already for three, but
may add more boys at the cost of 20 Reichsmarks each."

William thought about it for a moment.  Monty, who was clearly
quite wealthy, had paid the cost of the boys he'd had in London,
but had not mentioned picking up the tab since they came to
Berlin.  And between the nightclub, this brothel, and half of the
hotel bill, William was running too quickly through the money his
father had given him for his trip.  Still, the thought of having
more of these exotic boys in his bed was so tempting!  He might
never have a chance like this again. "I'll take one more," he
said impulsively.  His mind quickly narrowed the decision to the
9-year-old the Greek boy Eros, and 10-year-old Kuwat from the
Indonesian island of Java.

William's eyes went back and forth between the two.  They were
both so cute!  He almost chose both.

"It will be.... Kuwat."

"Very good, sir," said the proprietor, as he pocketed the extra
Reichsmarks.  "Badru... your group will serve the gentleman in
Room 1," he said, addressing the 11-year-old in English.
"Enjoy your adventure!"  he told William.  "You will find that
all of the boys speak a little of the English.  Badru is the most
skilled of them in understanding and speaking it."

"We are honored to serve you, my sultan," said the African boy,
bowing low.  He was already playing the role of a Nubian slave in
the Ottoman court, straight out of one of the room's paintings.

After walking up a flight of stairs, the group entered the room.
It was larger than William had expected, and its decor was
patterned upon the opulence of the fabled harem in Istanbul.
Oriental carpets covered the floor, and tapestries hung on the
walls.  Electric lights were disguised in old lanterns.  An
assortment of cushions in one corner, several layers deep,
provided a venue for sex-play.   A large round bed, covered with
a satin sheet and holding more cushions, provided another.
(William had never even heard of a round bed, let alone seen
one.)

"The bath is in here, master," said Badru, motioning the man to a
doorway.  Instead of a conventional bathroom, William was amazed
to find a square bathing pool measuring 8 feet on each side and
constructed of richly-colored smooth tiles.  The rest of the room
was likewise tiled, and subtle lighting created a soothing mood.

Returning to the bedroom, the boys crowded around William and
began to undress him... Badru undoing his tie, Kuwat unbuttoning
his shirt, Minh kneeling down to remove his shoes and unbutton
his trousers, while Tabor retrieved the silk robe that lay across
the bed and held it at the ready.

When William was standing in only his undershorts, Kuwat joined
the Vietnamese youngster on his knees in front of the man, while
Badru knelt behind, and the three pairs of hands slowly pulled
down the last garment while sensuously stroking William's legs
and flanks.  When they saw that William was circumcised, the
three boys who were likewise cut exchanged smiling glances.  As
rare as the procedure was in Germany, only Minh, among the five
people in the room, had an unaltered penis.

As Tabor slipped the robe onto the man, the others rose to their
feet.  The four of them stood before him and bowed at the waist.

"Master," they all said in near-unison.

"We are ready to serve you in every way" said Badru, reaching out
to run his fingers over the soft hairs at the center of William's
chest.  "What is your desire?"

"Slave-boys get naked for Sultan?" asked Kuwat, moving in to
lightly tease the man's half-hard penis.

"Take bath... all together?" asked Tabor, as he took William's
hand in his own and began kissing it and then lightly sucking one
of the fingers.

"Sultan smoke the hashish!" said 9-year-old Minh with a devilish
grin.

"Yes; all of that sounds great!" said the man, his mind brimming
with possibilities.  "I shall try the hashish, and you will all
be naked in the tub with me!"  He thought for a moment and said
"But first I wish to take down your pants, one-by-one.  Do you
understand?"

Badru nodded his head and quickly translated it into German for
the others.  They all grinned and nodded as well.

At William's direction, each boy pulled off his vest and
slippers, leaving only his silk harem-pants.  He had them lie on
their backs on the bed, legs bent at the knee and hanging over
the edge.  They were arrayed around one side of the round bed
like petals of a daisy, ready to be plucked,  thought the man to
himself.  He knelt down on the edge the bed between Minh and
Kuwat, running his hands over both Asian boys' chests.  Then each
hand trailed down along the soft dark-tan skin of their flat
bellies and over the tented silk cloth at their crotches.  Both
boys were grinning in anticipation of what came next.  'Eeney,
meeney, miney, moe' he said to himself... and chose Minh to be
the first.

Standing up again, William positioned himself between the boy's
spread legs.  His fingers looped inside the elastic waistband,
and he gently tugged.  The boy lifted his butt an inch off the
bed, and the silk pants slid down his slender thighs.  Then he
raised his legs, and William pulled the pants off completely.
Minh's penis pointed up vertically as he lay on his back.  Boyish
testicles raised small oval lumps in the tender skin of his small
soft sack.  His foreskin came to a blunt point, just slightly
beyond his piss-slit, and William's fingers skinned it back,
revealing the delicate little cock-head.

"Mmmm....  That ist gut, master!" purred the boy, combining the
two languages.  He arched his body, lifting up his crotch up into
William's hand.  The man responded by stroking the foreskin back
and forth several times, feeling the immature penis stiffen to a
slender two-inch spike of rigid sex-flesh.  The man leaned down
and captured it in his mouth, feeling his heart thumping in his
chest as his lips and tongue memorized the shape of the precious
little morsel.  He had never sucked the cock of a boy so young,
and the sensation exhilarated him.

But the sucking only lasted 15 seconds, and then he rose up and
moved over to the Javanese boy.  The outline of Kuwat's youthful
erection could be seen through the silk.  "My cock is so stiff
for your touching!" he murmured in heavily-accented English.
When the man slid the pants down, the 3-inch boner was pulled
upright, and then sprang back, parallel to his belly.  Looking at
the slightly-plump circumcised penis made William's mouth water,
quite literally, and he dipped his head down to suck.  A low moan
rumbled in his throat as tasted the 10-year-old's perfect cock
and fondled his boy-sized balls.

Again he rose up.  This would be just a sampling... an appetizer
platter of tasty boy-boners.

Tabor was next.  The handsome 12-year-old was lifting his hips up
even before William positioned himself between the boy's legs.
With his pants quickly stripped off, the boy moved his hands
erotically over his torso and thighs coming close to touching his
barely-pubescent genitals, but leaving that privilege to the
customer.  William gazed for a few moments at the half-hard,
circumcised cock... and then swooped down on it... taking the
entire penis into his mouth, swirling his tongue all across it,
and fellating it up and down as it instantly erected to a
beautiful 4-inch erection.

And then he reached Badru.  His skin was the color of dark
chocolate, and it literally glowed in soft light.  His smile
showed large, perfect, bright-white teeth.  His pants came down
to show the impressively-long boner that had been displayed
before... a slender 5-inch erection rising from a compact
scrotum.  William fondled the treasure briefly, and then bent the
erection upward a little and slid his lips around it.  He was
utterly entranced by the 11-year-old's penis -- its surprising
length for a pre-pubescent cock; its very dark color; its
intriguing taste and scent; and the ease with which he was taking
the slender circumcised rod into the entrance of his throat.
But as much as he enjoyed his greedy cock-sucking, the man again
stopped after just a taste.

"Stand up and let me admire you all as a group," he instructed.

Again Badru translated for the rest, and the four naked boys
sprang off the bed.  They stood close together, rubbing their
bodies together, fondling each other's butts and stiff little
penises.  William stood a few feet away, taking in the erotic
assemblage -- four beautiful boys, each with a fully erect cock,
and each with a look on his face of lust and eager anticipation.

"Let me try this hashish I've been hearing about, and then you
can show me how harem-boys entertain a sultan," said William.

Badru retrieved a small hookah pipe from a shelf, while the other
boys led William to the sloping mound of cushions in the corner
and snuggled around him as he settled back into them.  As one boy
held the water-pipe, another struck a large wooden match and held
it above the crumbled brown cannabis resin in the ceramic bowl at
its top.  The man cautiously sucked a little air through the
wooden mouthpiece at the end of a slender 3-foot hose, causing a
brief bubbling sound.  William tasted nothing in this tentative
first puff.  The four boys, watching eagerly, encouraged him to
inhale more deeply.  Taking a much stronger inhalation, he filled
his lungs with smoke and immediately began coughing it out.  The
boys giggled and encouraged another puff.

"Kleiner!...  More small!" said Minh.  He pursed his lips to
demonstrate, held his thumb to them as if it were the hookah's
mouthpiece, and drew his breath in briefly.  Then he took his
thumb away and drew more air in his lungs, held it for 10
seconds, and exhaled.

"So geht es," [like that] he said.

This time, William took in just the right amount and then pulled
it deep into his lungs.

"Again," said Badru with a grin.

William took another deep inhalation, but couldn't really feel
anything yet, so he immediately took a third, holding it for half
a minute before exhaling.

"Enough for now," Badru cautioned, and the pipe was put aside.

The effects of the three hits of high-quality hashish were rapid,
but not overwhelming.  The euphoric unreality that wrapped itself
around William's consciousness was the perfect accompaniment to
his role-playing as the Sultan.  And his harem-boys certainly
knew how to enhance the sensory effects as they went to work on
him.  His mind and body were fully open to whatever new thrills
might come his way, as he began to experience sexual
possibilities that had previously existed only in his most
elaborate fantasies and wildest erotic dreams.

The two younger boys -- Minh and Kuwat -- snuggled against his
upper body from each side.  Their mouths planted gentle kisses on
his chest, his neck, his face and ears... as their fingertips
traced feather-touches wherever their mouths weren't occupied.
William's arms wrapped around both of the small boys, hugging
them close, and his hands caressed their smooth backs and soft
tight round butts.  He turned his head one way to kiss the
Vietnamese boy, sliding his tongue into the lad's mouth.  Turning
his head the other way offered him the Javanese boy's equally-
sensuous lips and tongue.

The lower half of William's body was the older boys' workplace.
Tabor and Badru each lay astride one of the man's legs, their
hands stroking along his thighs, their mouths busy at his crotch.
They took turns licking and kissing up and down the shaft of his
penis, making it fully erect again, and gently nibbled his balls.
Both young bodies were positioned such that their genitals
brushed against William's ankles.  With a slight bending of his
knees, the man was playfully tickling each boy's penis and
scrotum with his toes.

Floating in dreamy pleasure, William drew Kuwat's and Minh's
heads together in front of his own, so that all three tongues
could kiss at once... each one eagerly flicking the other two.

Noticing this, Badru and Tabor both began to work their mouths
more aggressively on the man's stiff cock.  Two tongues lapped at
the man's cock-head simultaneously, and the boys' eyes glimmered
with pleasure as both tongues touched frequently as they worked.
Then Badru took the erect shaft in his fingers and plunged his
mouth smoothly down onto it.  Tabor moved to the man's balls,
taking a plump testicle into his mouth and sucking, while
slathering his tongue all around it.

William drew his legs back, giving the two older boys better
access as they double-teamed him.  And when the Persian boy
nudged Badru off of the man's cock and began his own expert
blow-job, the African shifted his attention down farther... to
the man's asshole, where Badru's tongue went to work performing
an aggressive rim-job.

Minh and Kuwat began trading off too... one driving his tongue
deep into the man's mouth, and sucking the man's tongue greedily
whenever it pushed back... the other licking all around the man's
ear and tickling inside it.  Then they'd trade off again... one
tongue-wresting the man while the other sucked at his nipples,
biting them gently.

As this continued... 5 minutes... 10... 15... William's nervous
system was on fire with hyper-stimulation.  If not for the effect
of the hashish, he would have been spurting a load of cum into
Tabor's mouth by now.  But the drug suppressed his ejaculation,
without in any way reducing the sexual sensations.  Indeed, the
surges of raw rutting pleasure flooding through his body
surpassed anything he had ever before experienced.  His body
arched violently from the extreme tension of his muscles, but he
felt only ecstatic joy.  William was experiencing the sensations
that he ordinarily felt in the short seconds just before an
ejaculation, but they were actually lasting for minutes... and
seemed to be lasting forever!  His drugged brain tuned out
everything except his pleasure.  His only awareness was of the
two young boys in his arms... and the mouths on his cock and
asshole that were producing a raging sexual tornado inside his
body and brain.

The boys were superbly-trained in their art... as skilled in
working as a team as they were in providing individual pleasure.
Their goal was to entertain their customer the full two hours for
which he had paid, and it would be counter-productive to make him
cum too soon.  So Tabor slowed his sucking, and Badru decreased
the tongue-flicking into William's asshole.  They didn't abruptly
stop the pleasure-giving efforts, however... just lessened the
intensity.  The sexual storm that had raged through the man faded
gradually, like the lessening thunder cracks of a retreating
summer storm.

Tabor, being the oldest, directed the next set-piece of pleasure.
Without a word... just gestures and the facial expression... he
positioned the other three boys.  Moving with smooth proficiency,
and without talk, they re-arranged themselves as William lay back
passively.

Tabor brought the hookah and held the match while the man took
two more deep inhalations that sent him even deeper into blissful
intoxication.

Badru got a dish of scented oil that had been warming over a low
candle flame, and soothed it over the man's erection, his balls,
and all around his ass... sliding a slender oiled finger into the
hole and twisting it around.  Then the African slathered warm oil
onto his own cock... and handed the dish to Kuwat.  The Javanese
boy oiled his small circumcised penis and slid two fingers into
his butt-hold, sighing at the familiar pleasure-feelings of anal
stimulation.

Kuwat straddled William's hips.  He reached behind him and took
the man's cock in his hand, positioning his ass so that the
slippery cock made contact with his equally-slippery asshole.
"You no need move," said the Asian boy in a cheerful high-pitched
voice.  "I do all work."  Flexing open his anal muscle, he
lowered himself onto the erection with ease, not stopping until
William's fat 6-inch cock was all the way inside.

Badru was kneeling right behind the little Javanese, and he
lifted William's legs up and pushed them forward.  Kuwat looped
an arm around each of the man's legs, drawing them up even more,
and exposing William's ass to the next part of the boys' sexual
production.  The black-skinned lad gave his slender erection a
few stokes with his hand and then rubbed it against the man's
oiled hole.  Then he gently pushed forward... just as Kuwat was
flexing his legs to slowly rise up from William's cock and just
as gently easing himself back down on it.  In less than a minute,
the two were in synch... Badru's hips thrusting his stiff penis
into the man's ass at the same moment that Kuwat impaled himself
with a downward motion of his hips.

The two remaining boys -- Tabor and Minh -- were kneeling on
either side of William's shoulders, and they pushed their
crotches forward, offering their stiff boy-cocks for the man's
oral pleasure.  At the same time, their fingers reached down to
the man's chest tweak his nipples.

William moaned with bleary ecstacy as his cock and anus were
again subjected to a simultaneous pleasure-attack.  The man
reached out to fondle Kuwat's slippery 3-inch erection as the
Javanese boy effortlessly rode the American's rigid penis.
William turned his head to the right, and Minh's little-boy
erection was only a few inches from his mouth.  The Vietnamese
lad leaned even closer, and William's mouth captured the
delicious morsel, sucking it for a minute.  Then he turned his
face to the left, and Tabor's plump 4-inch boner was ready to
slip between his lips.  "Oh, yes!" he murmured, just before his
lips captured the boy's barely-adolescent cock and the shaft
nudged forward into his mouth.

Even more than the first time the boys worked on him, this total
assault on the American's senses was like a dream of never-ending
pleasure.  The longer it went on, the further William slipped
from any sort of familiar sexuality into a world of the most
incredible erotic bliss... fucking, being fucked, alternating the
sucking of a small and a larger boy-cock, having his nipples
pinched and his balls squeezed.  And again, the hashish
intoxication gave him the stamina to receive unprecedented
stimulation without succumbing to the release of orgasm.  And the
feelings kept increasing... ever more intensely.

This time the boys weren't going to stop prior to his climax.
Instead, they just kept kicking up the pace and intensity, as
sweat dripped down them from their athletic exertions.   The
man's body was being wracked by jolts of intense pleasure that
stretched his muscles as tight as piano strings.  Kuwat's tight
ass was slamming down on William's cock, and Badru's cock was
fucking the man's hole like the piston on a fast-moving
locomotive.  William's hands were all over the three boys within
his reach, like a glutton with a table of food... fondling their
genitals... feeling their butts and thighs and chests... sucking
the two cocks that were right next to his face.

And then it happened, after building up inside him for what had
seemed an eternity, driving rational thought from his brain. He
uttered an animal growl that would have sounded to anyone hearing
it as a cry of pain.  His back remained arched with incredible
tension, as if he were holding a live electric wire, and
fireworks went off behind his closed eyelids in mental
explosions.  And then the physical explosion occurred, as semen
finally gushed out of his cock.  It came in volumes that he had
never before experienced; pulse after pulse from his throbbing
penis, seeping down the shaft as the boy kept riding him.  The
man's anus clenched at the slender cock that was slamming into it
in hard fuck-strokes.

Only then did the boys relent.  Minh and Tabor ceased tormenting
his nipples and lay down to kiss and caress the man.  Kuwat
released William's legs and lay down onto his chest, the boy's
anus rhythmically squeezing the man's softening cock.  Badru left
his cock fully imbedded, flexing the muscle that caused it to
twitch inside William's rectum.

The man was spent... exhausted from the sexual session and his
head swimming from the effects of hashish... but he had never
felt a more joyous ecstacy in his life.  When the boys finally
helped him to his feet, they led him to the bath, and he slipped
into a pool of warm water that came up to his shoulders.  The
boys slid into the pool around him, cuddling against his body,
with their erections rubbing against him underwater.  Moving in
practiced synchronization, the harem-boys massaging him from
shoulders to feet, caressing him with their fingers and tongues
and lips, as he lay back with his eyes closed.

Minh ducked his head under the water, and William felt the boy's
mouth on his cock... nibbling and then sucking.  The youngster
came to the surface after nearly a minute, and Tabor immediately
submerged to take his place.  Then, even before the Persian boy
was done sucking underwater, Badru dove down ready to take his
place... then Kuwat followed... and then Minh again.    As each
boy submerged to tease William's cock with their mouths, the
others continued to gently pleasure him on the surface,  The boys
fully re-ignited the man's lust, even as the warm water relaxed
him, and William thought to himself that this was truly an
experience fit for a sultan.  (Or for a Roman emperor, as this
barrage of underwater sucking was copied from the Emperor
Tiberius's orgies with his boy-concubines on the Isle of Capri.)

"Shall we entertain you on the bed now, my sultan?" asked Badru
after a time.  "Perhaps you would enjoy watching as some of us
put on a sexual show on the bed at your feet, while you relax
with the remaining boys."  Badru's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm
as he spoke.  "Would it please our master to observe two of us
sucking and fucking each other while the other two pleasure you?
Or three of us serving you as one slowly masturbates for your
viewing?  Or maybe three performing together, while you hold one
in your arms?"

"Yes.  Yes!!  What an excellent idea!" said the American.  "In
fact, I wish to see you and Tabor having sex with each other,
while Minh and Kuwat pleasure me."

"Of course, master," said the African boy.  "And naturally you
may change the combination at your whim."

"Perfect!" said William, as he imagined all the combinations.

As the boys dried his body with soft towels, William felt that he
would be content to never leave this place.  His thoughts drifted
off on a cannabis-fueled mental tangent... thinking about other
amazing places his Grand Tour would take him in the coming
weeks... perhaps Vienna next; maybe Venice... and Morocco was
reputed to be the rival of Berlin in catering to a connoisseur of
boy-sex.  But his euphoria dimmed when he envisioned returning
home to America to begin his job at the Philadelphia brokerage
where his father was a senior partner.   At least he would make
lots of money, he mused; the stock market seemed certain to keep
spiraling upward forever.  His mind flashed quickly through an
imagined future, as images of his socially-acceptable life
stretched out ahead of him... a sham marriage to some unfortunate
woman for whom he could never feel passion... friends with whom
he could never discuss, or even hint about, his true sexual
desires.

"By god, I intend to grab as much pleasure with boys as I can,
every day until I board the ship for home!"  He said it out loud,
without meaning to, and blushed when he realized that the boys
had stopped drying him, and were looking at him expectantly.

Then Badru gave him a big grin.  "Jawohl!"  said the African boy.
The others nodded their heads in agreement.

William relaxed.  "Let's get on with it, then!"


The End
(But maybe I'll come back to it someday.)
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