Date: Sat, 26 Nov 2011 21:35:33 -0800 (PST)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Beyond Fantasy

I actually dreamed the sequence toward the end where the young boy is
reaching inside Paul's tunic. I have been working on this story off and on
for 6 months, not getting much of anywhere. I came back to it a few days
ago and it all seemed to come together which means to me that the timing is
good now, not some months ago. It's a bit futuristic but not so much that
it's impossible to imagine it being real. There is at least 1 more chapter
and after that, who knows. The usual platitudes about legality, age, and
all that apply.

N-joi

Hugs
Tag_m

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It's important for me to get as much of this documented as I can and to do
so as soon as possible. Although I can't explain how, I believe that the
forces that engineered it, and that is the only way to describe what
happened, are also conspiring to wipe my memory of it. Even now, as I am
winging away from La Guardia heading home on the bullet train after the
most amazing week of my young life, the memories seem to be dimming. And
they aren't dimming because of alcohol or drugs. I don't use mood altering
substances. I glanced at my seat mate Paul, a guy who I'd known since
middle school, who was leaning against the window, eyes closed, and
seemingly asleep. He couldn't explain it; I couldn't it explain it and
neither of us seemed inclined to try.

What was "it"? "It" was the most bizarre, the most fantastic experience
that I've ever had or ever heard of anyone else having outside of a movie
or a novel. I couldn't have dreamed up the experience that I had.

It started with an unmarked tan colored letter sized envelope that arrived
in the mail one Saturday morning. That in itself was unusual because snail
mail was all but finished. I was in between jobs, collecting unemployment,
and not a little depressed about my circumstances and the weather. Winter
had been cold and wet and spring didn't seem to be in any hurry to change
that. I peeled the envelope open and pulled out an invitation card
addressed to me along with a colored brochure.

"Congratulations you are one of 50 lucky winners of an all expense paid
week long vacation at Beautiful LeEphebe resort." I opened the tri-folded
brochure that accompanied it and stared open mouthed at beautiful white
sandy beaches, sapphire blue water, lush tropical jungles, deluxe
accommodations, and platters of food that made my mouth water. I went back
to the letter.

"You have been chosen through our exclusive selection process and as such
we would like to invite you to spend a week as our guest trying out a truly
unique destination experience. The resort has recently become complete and
is scheduled to open for guests 1 month from now. You along with 49 others
are invited to sample all that we have to offer absolutely free of charge
in return for providing a complete critique at the end of your stay. To
insure that paying customers have the best possible experience with us we
need your input to fine tune our program. This is a once in a lifetime
offer and we encourage you to call now and reserve your spot."

Okay, so it was a little mysterious, but believable. I pulled out my
Moochie, used my thumb print to unlock it and punched in the number. A
metallic voice answered and asked for my reservation code which was located
at the bottom of my invitation. I quickly scanned the invitation and read
the number back. The voice said that my code was accepted. I was then
instructed to enter my thumb print for scanning, which I did. I was told to
be at a certain gate at La Guardia at 1pm the day after next and asked me
to confirm that I would be there. What the hell, that wasn't a lot of
notice but then I wasn't particularly busy either. I confirmed. The voice
said that further instructions would be sent to my Moochie and less than 5
seconds later it buzzed to let me know I had a message.

I opened the message and was a little stunned at what I read. I did not
have to pack any clothing or toiletries, everything I might need would be
provided. No electronic devices would be allowed on the island. It was best
to leave them home. Any such devices would be confiscated at the airport
and returned when we returned to La Guardia. I was further instructed not
to bring any snacks or drinks, all such items would be provided. The
message also told me what bullet train to catch from Chicago to New York
the next morning; that the trip was already paid for and included a
confirmation code. It told me the airline that I'd be flying out on and
what time. A reservation had already been made and paid for. This was
getting stranger by the moment but, not at any time, did I consider
cancelling out.

Back in my apartment, 3rd floor in the west wing of my mother's mansion, I
punched my mom's speed dial code into my Moochie and a moment later her
face came on the screen. We passed a few pleasantries; I asked how things
were in Nepal then told her I was going to be gone for a week. She said to
have a good trip, not asking where I was going, and rang off. My mother
tended to be a little self absorbed.

I went about my business, tying up loose ends and the following morning was
parked in my reserved seat on the train. I had no sooner sat down when
another person sat next to me. I'd been reading the news on my Moochie so
wasn't paying attention until a voice said,

"Hey Bram." I turned my head and was more than a little surprised to see
Paul settling in. A boyishly handsome man, Paul had been ultra cute in
middle and high school. Although not close friends before that
particularly, we hung out together quite a bit from mid13 to mid 14 years
old then drifted apart much in the same way that we'd drifted together. I'd
had found myself having strong feelings about Paul, feelings that I didn't
understand, so when he deigned to spend time with me I had been flattered,
not to mention ecstatic.

The first night that Paul had invited to sleep over I was nervous as a June
bride. I had no idea if he felt toward me like I did toward him but later
on; laying on top of his bed, in the moonlight, my fantasies about him came
true. We had been lying there in our underwear, legs touching slightly as
we whispered to each other about school, girls and sex. Finally Paul
broached the topic of beating off. Did I do it, how often, had I ever done
it with anyone else? With a belly chock full of butterflies I whispered
that I did, almost everyday and yes, I'd done it with Jonah Picard.

"Do you feel like doing it now," he asked me, the sweet high pitch of his
voice not lost in the whisper. "I got a boner from hell," he added.

"Me too," I confided then added, "Sure." I turned my head to look at him as
I said it and my heart did flip flops. Paul's head was turned toward me and
his hair, so black that it looked fake sometimes, hung to the very edge of
his huge bark eyes, and onto his almost porcelain white skin.

"Great," he said then lifted his slender little butt up off the bed and
shoved his underwear down, then pulled his knees back in order to slide the
garment down and then off. I went through the same motions then relaxed
back onto the bed and looked down at his crotch for the first time. I was
shocked.

Paul had the biggest dick I'd ever seen and being in gym classes that
required showers, I had seen my share. The thing stretched toward his head
and almost touched his small outtie belly button. My own cock was a
respectable 5½-6 inches but Paul's seemed twice as long and twice as thick.

"Goddamn Paul you're fucking huge," I said, my shock and surprise causing
me to almost use my regular voice.

"I know," he said. "Sometimes I wish it wasn't." His hand had moved between
his legs and was cupping and tugging on his nuts, pulling his cock upward a
little bit. I figured every boy's dream was to have a big dick, at least
one bigger than what he had so it was sort of inconceivable that a boy
would want a smaller one. I was about to ask why he felt that way but he
beat me to it. Looking over at mine he said,

"I like yours Bramlyn," my full name, "It's hard for a boy to suck mine but
yours is much easier." I was shocked again. I'd heard about boys doing that
and of course I knew that girls were suppose to suck a guys dick but I'd
never heard of a boy admitting that he'd let another boy suck him off.

"Have you ever done that Bram, every sucked a boy or let a boy suck you?"
We were lying there with our heads turned toward each other both playing
with our stuff. I moved my head from side to side, afraid to speak. "I can
show you how; if you'd like."  I didn't know what to say. As I said, I knew
that I had a crush on Paul but I didn't really know what that entailed
other than just being around him.

I managed to squeak out an "okay." Paul rolled onto his side and as he
reached out to my crotch I let my hands fall onto the bed at my sides. When
his hand wrapped around my raging hard cock, I thought I was going to
faint. I'd never been touched by anyone but my parents since I was 5 or 6
years old and so wasn't prepared for the warmth or the overall feelings
that shot through my virginal body.

"It feels good doesn't it," Paul said in a silky voice. His face was close
to mine, his hair falling forward, one side much shorter than the other,
and I thought for a moment that he was going to kiss me. I nodded my
head. He smiled at me then slid down on the bed. He whipped his head,
tossing the longer hair on his left side backwards then lowered it. Of
course the hair didn't say back so I couldn't really see when his mouth
encompassed my dick but I sure as fuck felt it. Heat and intense feeling
spread quickly through my body although the point of origin was the most
intense. I heard myself moan softly as the boy bobbed his head up and down
in my lap, his tongue exploring the sensitive head. Paul's hand left my
cock and cupped my balls then played with them a bit. My hand automatically
went to his back and gently rubbed his soft skin and I reveled in the feel
of him.

Paul kept it up for a good minute during which I thought I was going to cum
but he stopped before I felt I needed to say something. He lay next to me,
propped up on his forearm looking down at me. "How was that Bram, did you
like it?" I nodded my head.

"Fuck yeah," I whispered. He asked me if I'd like to try to suck him and of
course I did but told him I didn't know how to do it. He explained what I
had to do then showed me how to cover my teeth then he lay back. I rolled
to my side, reached out and took hold of his cock, amazed at how warm it
was and how hard it was. And how big it was. I noticed that his hair, as
black as that on his head, made a neat little patch at the base of the
monster I was holding. I stroked him a couple of times, checked out his
balls as they hung between his spread legs, seeming to be as smooth and
hairless as my own smaller sac. As I moved my head in closer I could see
the shiny residue of precum on the head and wondered what that was going to
taste like. I opened wide, lowered my head and felt his flesh graze my lips
then closed down, not that there was a great deal of distance to close.

I was immediately taken by the texture and feel of his cock head and the
small bit of shaft that filled my mouth. I moved my head up and down just
as Paul had done, noticing that I couldn't move nearly as far as he had;
there simply wasn't room. I let my tongue explore the surface of his cock
head and felt its satiny sponginess and wondered if mine felt the same way
to him.

"Fuck Bram that feels good," he whispered as his hand rubbed through my
hair. His praise made me want to continue, to do better. I kept it up for
about a minute before my mouth got sore and I had to stop. I had
discovered, in that short time, that I loved cocks and I loved having one
in my mouth.

"Did I do okay," I asked him as I leaned back up alongside him. Paul smiled
and nodded his head, and said it had felt great.

"I wanna cum, how about you Bram?" I nodded my head. "Have you ever, you
know, had someone beat you off?" I shook my head and he offered to do it
for me if I'd return the favor. I was more than willing and said so.

Paul moved down along side me again and took hold of my dick with his thumb
and fingers, a hand position that I favored, and began jacking me off. The
feelings were incredible, much like other times when I'd manipulated myself
without using my hands. I'd discovered fucking my pillow or mattress could
produce some exquisite feelings although it could be a little messy. I
learned right off to cover my dick with a dirty sock or even place it
inside a t-shirt before I started the bump and grind against
something. Needless to say Paul's hand felt better. It didn't take long
before the familiar feelings started and I informed Paul of that by way of
some grunts and moans.

"Oh fuck," I finally said and raised my narrow butt up off the bed as the
incredible feelings started in my dick. My sperm shot out and landed on my
chest but it was only the first squirt that did that. The rest of the
droplets mostly just popped out and landed on my heaving belly, some of it
running down over Paul's thumb. Paul kept on stroking me for a little bit
then let go of my cock then surprised me by licking my sperm off his
fingers then wiping the stuff from my chest and licking it up.

"You never eat cum," he asked, responding to the surprised look on my
face. I shook my head. "I love eating another boy's sperm," he said. He
continued to clean himself and me until there was nothing left then whipped
his head, tossing his hair back from his face and lay on his back, his
monstrous cock lying on his flat belly, too heavy to hang in the air. "My
turn," he said.

I rolled to my side and took hold of him and began to stroke. "Can you play
with my balls too Bram," he asked so I moved to my knees then moved between
his legs which he'd spread out to accommodate me. I grasped his cock again
as I gazed down on the heavy sac of balls that hung between his thighs.

Everything's big I thought to myself then cupped the large sac which filled
my hand and even more. I cupped and tugged at the soft warm eggs as I
started to jack him off, using a full handed grip and noticing that there
was easily enough cock left for another hand and maybe a little more.

"Oh yeah Bramlyn, that feels really fucking good," he moaned, his voice
seeming to me to be slightly deeper than I had been. I held his thick dick
upright as I worked him but I was only doing it for a minute when he told
me to stop. Paul twisted his upper body around and reached down alongside
his mattress and pulled out a small bottle.

"Put some of this on your middle finger then put it in my butt." This I'd
never heard of, had never even considered doing to myself but did as Paul
asked. He pulled his knees back and placed his feet flat on the bed to give
me access to his secret spot. I could see the wrinkled muscle enough to
tell where I needed to go and as soon as I put my fingertip to it and took
hold of his cock again. I didn't need for Paul to tell me what to do. He
wanted me to finger fuck him as I jacked him off so that's what I did.

I was amazed at the tightness of his hole against my finger and softness of
his insides and somewhere in that thinking hoped that I wouldn't run into
anything. "Oh yeah right there Bram right there," he moaned out. My finger
tip felt a difference in the terrain so I allowed it to explore the area
and detected a small rise about the size of the fingertip and wondered what
that was. "Oh fuck yes, rub that spot Bram," Paul moaned, his voice even
deeper than it had been a moment before. Less than 10 seconds after that he
went wild.

"Oh fuck I'm cumming oh fuck, oh fuuuck, squeeze it harder," he groaned
loudly. I felt the spot in his butt get bigger and harder and his dick
thicken in my hand and then a huge glob of cum shoot out and hit him in the
cheek just below his eye. I kept stroking and got another squirt then he
sat up quickly, forcing my finger out of his ass, leaned over and took hold
of his cock and put his mouth over the fat head. He all but pushed my hand
out of the way in the process and began jacking off; stroking rapidly for 3
or 4 strokes, slowing to a milking stroke then going faster, all the while
with his cock in his mouth. All I could do was stare. Sure, I'd tasted my
own cum but I'd never considered trying to cum in my mouth.

Apparently finished, Paul raised his head and looked at me, a lazy smile
forming on his full, sensual lips. A slight bit of sperm was leaking out of
the corner of his mouth and I thought how fucking hot that looked. He
reached over to me, put his hand around my neck and gently pulled my face
to his. He tilted his head and I knew full well what was coming but I
couldn't have stopped myself even if I'd wanted to. Paul's lips touched
mine. My heart lurched, almost to a point of being painful. I felt his
tongue probe my lips and opened my mouth to receive it while at the same
time Paul moved his body forward and to the side so his face was above
mine. I felt my mouth fill with his sperm, his tongue helping push the
sticky fluid along. My body shivered from the intensity of feeling that was
flooding my body as Paul slowly lowered me back onto the bed. My arms went
around his back and his head as if to hold him in place as we continued to
kiss and our tongues continued to push against each other. The sperm that
had been on his face was running onto my cheek, the cooling liquid a
contrast to the warmth that the rest of his body provided.

Paul finally broke the kiss and opened his eyes at the same time that I
did. I felt myself get lost in their liquid darkness. He kissed me again
and again, this time small kisses. "That was incredibly intense Bramlyn,"
he whispered to me. "I hope you didn't mind." I couldn't speak so shook my
head a few times to let him know that I hadn't minded it at all. Paul
reached up and pushed my hair back away from my eyes and offered a gentle
smile.

"You are so cute Bramlyn, God I'd love to fuck you." My body stiffened in
reaction to that statement. I'd never considered such a thing but more than
that, the idea of Paul's cock shoved up my tight little pooter scared the
hell out of me. To his credit Paul was sensitive to my feelings and quickly
added, "I'm not going to Bram, just that I'd love to. The beautiful young
thing readjusted his body so that we were lying on the bed, Paul propped up
above me. He leaned down and began gently licking his sperm from my face,
making me think of a mother cat and its young.

Paul didn't fuck me that night but he would eventually and once I got used
to having that monstrous cock up my ass I kicked myself for not letting him
do it sooner. I did, however, fuck Paul that first night. He was flat on
his back with his legs pulled back so that his knees almost touched his
ears. I pounded his ass so hard that the noise of my balls hitting his
flesh was almost louder than the moans he was emitting and when I finally
shot my sperm into him I was making as much noise as Paul was.

We stayed occasional lovers for about a year and during that time Paul and
I played together with other boys. One weekend I was with him when he
fucked a 9 year old boy, the son of one of Paul's dad's running mates. The
two men had gone out on Friday night stating that they would be back
shortly after lunch the following day. They weren't.

Skylar was an impossibly beautiful blond boy, small in stature, with
delicate features. His hair was typically long and hung low on his forehead
which brought attention to emerald green eyes. The two boys had known each
other for some time and judging by the way that Skylar all but clung to
Paul I guessed that the two had been playing sexy together in some way. I
found out later that in fact, they had been.

My presence didn't stop the young God from climbing all over Paul and among
other things, sweetly kissing him on the cheeks. I heard him whisper
something like "you promised" to Paul who responded with comments about me
being there. Skylar said he didn't care and finally my friend came out with
it.

Paul and Skylar had been messing around for some time now. It included
everything imaginable except for Paul stuffing his 9½ inch cock up the
little boys' butt. They had talked about it, Skylar had fucked Paul
numerous times, such as it was, and the last time they had been together
Skylar got my friend to agree to fuck him the next time Paul babysat
him. So there we were, the next time Paul sat Skylar, and the boy was
determined to have that thick, python like penis inside of him and it
didn't matter if they had company or not.

"Besides," Skylar said with a cynical smile, "I bet you guys are fucking
each other so there's no reason why you can't watch him fuck me." I had to
admit there was some logic to what the beautiful little thing said although
I'd never had any interest toward preteen boys as sex toys. Nor,
conversely, did I have any objection if someone else did. Skylar insisted
that, not only should I watch but I should also participate. I didn't have
an objection to that either.

I won't go into a lot of detail because it really deserves a story all by
itself. Suffice it to say that the 3 of us sucked and kissed, rimmed and
licked, and eventually fucked the night away. Skylar was a lovable, cuddly
little boy who was also sexually assertive. When Paul suggested that I fuck
him first to prepare him Skylar scoffed at the suggestion.

"I can handle it you guys besides Paul I want you to be the first boy to
fuck me so don't argue. And I want Bram to take pictures for me." Well now,
that got my attention. So there I was, camera in hand, as Skylar knelt
above Paul's upright cock then lowered himself onto it. To his credit the
boy didn't cry out, whimper or whine as the fat swollen head slipped past
his sphincter and lodged in his bowels. After a moment of adjusting to
Paul's cock Skylar continued to sit until nothing was left out except
Paul's heavy sac. And I got it all on camera. To this day it was hard to
believe the kid had done it, and more, before the night was out. I fucked
Skylar as well but as I said, that another story unto itself.


After Paul got settled into the seat across from me we got caught up on
each other's lives. Like me he was currently unemployed. I was living in
Indian Hill while Paul was still living in Oak Park. He was curious about
how I ended up in Indian Hill and I told him the short story. My mother had
married very well when I was 16 and her husband had died of a heart attack
3 years later while banging one of the maids. My mother inherited it all
and by all I mean a whole shit load of money.

"Lucky you," Paul said in a rather droll tone. We talked about a lot of
things, touched very briefly on relationships. Since both of us were
currently unattached it was a short conversation. We had not broached the
topic of how we both ended up, not only in the same rail car but headed
toward New York. I had avoided the subject because it was too weird to
admit to someone else but Paul didn't have the same concerns and dove right
into it. When I told him I was in the same boat we talked about the
situation and both came up with the same answer which was; we didn't have a
clue about how we'd been chosen.

As we talked I allowed myself to take Paul in. Slender, at 24 he still
looked like a teenager. His face retained a youthful softness, his lips
were still lush and kissable, his hair still jet black and fairly long
although cut asymmetrically, shorter on the left side and angling sharply
downward to the right. I wanted to look at his crotch but restrained
myself. Hell, I knew it hadn't gotten any smaller.

The conversation finally slowed down and although we talked briefly about
relationships I had no idea if Paul was straight gay or bi. I knew full
well what I was and it certainly didn't have anything to do with pussy. We
arrived in New York in short order, were transported to La Guardia where we
were required to give up all personal items. Each individual was given a
small metal box with our name already on it. It was protected by a small
retinal scanning device so you were the only one that could open it.

We then boarded a Boeing 930 ultra-sonic, the newest thing in air
travel. It worked on a principle similar to an inertia dampening system so
it protected the human body during high speed acceleration. In addition,
after passengers are strapped in a face mask is worn that provides oxygen
but also puts you to sleep. As you're landing the air changes and you
ingest chemicals that wake you up so there is no awareness of passage of
time. A new record had been set earlier this year from LA to London-2 hours
and 23 minutes. Pretty amazing.

Since there were no windows on the plane I had no idea where we were and we
deplaned into an equally windowless lobby of some sort, down a hall way and
into something similar to a subway car. There appeared to be 30-40 of us,
all males of various ages although Paul and I appeared to be at the bottom
end of the spectrum. Once we were all seated the vehicle left the terminal,
I assumed it was a terminal of some kind, and the next thing I knew we were
underwater.

As we descended I could see that the water was quite clear and there
appeared to be an abundance of sea life; fish of all colors and sizes, as
well as a variety of flora. After about a 15 minute ride we seemed to pass
through a tunnel of rock then surfaced. As we prepared to exit a soft voice
came over the intercom system explaining what was expected of us. I heard a
little grumbling and next to me Paul said,

"This gets more interesting by the minute." I could only agree.  We left
the vehicle and appeared to be in a large grotto. Along the wall in front
of us was a row of doors and above each one a small green glowed. We headed
toward them and as soon as a man entered and closed the door a red light
glowed. The rest of us lined up outside the doors and waited until the
light above the door went green, then another man entered. Inside I quickly
stripped naked, put my clothing in a small tub, closed the lid and placed
my right hand over an outline of a hand on the lid, which locked it. I
passed through another door after a green light gave me a go ahead, and as
I did a conveyor belt whisked my tub away and a new empty one appeared for
the next man.

In the new room the soft voice told me to close my eyes and keep them shut
for a chemical disinfectant. I did so and felt a small blast of warm air
hit me from all sides as well as from the floor beneath me. A soft voice
then told me to proceed through the door in front of me, which I did. I
found 3 tunic's of varying lengths, each on their own hanger, on a bar to
my right, all of them a deep royal blue. I quickly chose one of a mid
length and put it on discovering it was made of a very light cotton
material and fit me perfectly. I tied it to one side with the belt that was
attached to it. There was a small bracelet on the counter next to the
tunics and I was instructed to put it on. As soon as I did a door opened
and I proceeded through it into a lobby with what appeared to be elevator
doors on the opposite wall.  4 other men in blue tunics milled about and
Paul exited a door next to mine almost immediately. The soft voice told us
to enter the open elevator so we did, the other men following behind us. A
few seconds later doors opened from the opposite side and we stepped out
into the most amazing sight I had ever seen, in true life, photographs or
my imagination.

For openers let me say that it reminded me of the Maxfield Parrish print
"Daybreak" which gives the impression of Roman or Greek times prior to
Christ. There were tall white columns, lush hanging bushes and flowers, a
pastoral body of deep blue water off to one side wending its way around
hills or small islands. It appeared that we were in a huge building inside
a massive cavern. Above us it was quite dark except for tiny twinkling
lights that gave the impression of stars at night yet where we were it was
as bright as daylight although there were no lamps or other mechanical
means of producing light. Overall it seems as if it were daytime under a
night sky. On the lake, if that was what it was, the very background was
also dark, the water and land fading as the distance away from us grew. It
could have been a mile before it was fully black, it could have been
more. There was no way to tell.

We stepped down from the elevators onto a marble courtyard open to the
weather that was dotted with full grown trees, lawns, walkways and
gardens. Benches, small sofa's and chairs were placed here and there and
people sat on a few of them. About football field length away it became
covered by a roof and initially one would think house, or giant lobby of
say, a hotel or convention center or something. I could go on describing
the place in detail because there was so much to tell. There was one other
thing however, which was what really made the place. There were 2 kinds of
people; us-the guests in our deep blue tunics and the staff-in their off
white tunics. The staff was what was most amazing. They were all boys. I
would discover that they ranged from 7 years old to 15, they were a mix of
all races and they were all stunningly beautiful.

A gorgeous boy about 15 approached us. He had a 2inch orange band around
the bottom of the right sleeve of his tunic which he explained indicated
that he was a senior staff member and if we had any problems he, or another
orange sleeve would right there to assist us.

"If you would follow me please." We stepped over to an area that resembled
a bar in a cocktail lounge. "There are 2 of these on the premises," he
said, "and here you can sample any mood altering libation that you would
like from alcohol to heroin. I must tell you that they are chemically
altered so that you cannot become addicted or highly intoxicated no matter
how much you imbibe. They are designed to only provide the minimum mood or
buzz that any substance would otherwise provide. The vodka tastes like
vodka, the pot tastes like pot and so on. The realism is there, just not
the heavy intoxicating effects. The ecstasy for instance will give you the
intense feelings of love and warmth but not debilitate you." He beckoned us
to follow him and gave us the general tour, showed us where we could eat
and that we could do so at any time, no restrictions. He showed us swimming
pools of varying sizes, communal shower and bathing areas, our separate
rooms which could accommodate up to 6 people and had private toilets, and
larger rooms that were communal and open to anyone who wanted to join that
group. The sleeping and lounging areas contained chairs, lounging chairs,
and what looked like large mattresses like objects on the floors. Covered
with pillows and blankets, they looked extremely comfortable and the ones
in the communal rooms could easily handle a dozen or more people at a time.

"Lastly," he said, "are the boys. We are all here for your pleasure but I
must state that your pleasure does not include overt pain or physical harm
in any way either to the guests or the boys. Light bondage is allowed but
that is all. Most other fetishes are allowed, but often require a specified
place that is highly monitored. You only need ask the boy or boys that you
are with. The bracelet you are wearing identifies who you are and where you
are while here, among other things. If you are in distress or a boy is in
distress there are procedures in place to assist you or him almost
immediately simply by saying the word staff out loud. We are fully staffed
with physicians, nurses, and of course bodyguards. If you have any
questions you need only ask one of the boys and if he can't help you he
will call a senior staff for help. Are there any questions?" None of our
group had any so the boy told us to please enjoy our stay at LeEphebe
resort and started to wander off but one of our group members stopped him.

"How do we, you know, hook up with someone?"

"There are 2 ways. One is to tell any staff person what it is you want and
they will arrange it. The second is that boys will approach you. Their
bracelets contain identifying information about all of the guests including
their preferences. If a boy approaches you and you wish someone else you
need only relay your wishes to him and he will find what you are looking
for. Anything else?" No one said anything so the boy bid us farewell and
left.

Paul and I stayed together in one place while the rest of our group went
about their own business. Paul asked what my thoughts were.

"Simply fucking fantastic." He agreed with me. We found a couple of two
person sofa's sitting across from each other and sat down and almost
immediately a boy about 13 or so appeared and asked if we wanted anything
to eat or drink. Paul and I asked for water and the boy left. As we looked
around we could see boys and men hooking up; some were chatting, others
wandering off together and a few were even hugging and fondling each other
where they sat.

A moment later a boy about 9 years old approached us and to say he was cute
would be an under estimation. He had light blonde hair that was slightly
curly and worn long, over his ears and down to his brows. His skin tone was
pale and his face dominated by huge eyes of a startling green color. He
came over and stood next to Paul.

"Good afternoon Paul," he said in the clear high tone of a preteen
boy. "May I join you?" My friend nodded his head and the boy sat down but
turned toward him. He immediately put his hand on Paul's knee, the other on
Paul's shoulder. "May I welcome you to LeEphebe?" My friend nodded his head
again and the boy leaned forward and kissed Paul on the lips while the hand
on his knee slid up under Paul's tunic. I heard my friend gasp then the boy
say, "Oh my you are a big boy. Perhaps we should let him out for air." I
watched him untie Paul's tunic and open the flaps, exposing his monstrous
cock.

"Here is your water Bramlyn," the older boys said and placed the opened
bottle on a side table. I didn't even see him approach.

 "Would you like some company? I can summon a boy for you." I looked the
boy over, appreciated what I saw which was a strikingly cute young teen
with a slightly olive skin color. Black hair cut in a short spiky do topped
a smooth face devoid of any hair. Below that were a set of large liquid
eyes like dark pools of water, a slender nose, perfect lips that framed
orthodontist straight and crystal white teeth. I took a chance.

"You would do quite nicely but it seems you are working." He smiled and
thanked me then said,

"I can make arrangements if you'd like and be back in a few minutes." His
voice was deeper than the boy that was with Paul but still high pitched,
not yet advanced into puberty, and had a slight accent to it that I
couldn't identify.

"I would like that very much." He nodded his head, turned and bent over
slightly, setting Paul's water on a small side table and seemed completely
oblivious to the young boy who had his face in Paul's lap and was sucking
on the head of my friend's fully hardened cock. I wasn't sure what I wanted
to look at most; the boy with a baseball bat in his mouth or the almost
visible ass on the older boy. I elected to watch the older boy, admiring
his slender but nicely formed butt as he went away from me.

I glanced around the large open area and saw in the distance, a naked man
with his face buried in the ass of a boy who was kneeling on a chair with
his upper body resting against the chair back. The boy's head was turned
toward me but looking over his shoulder at the man who appeared to be
licking and slurping the boys' asshole or his balls or both. The expression
on the boys' face indicated that he was thoroughly enjoying what was
happening to him.

In another area a man was on his hands and knees with a husky teenage boy
behind him, the boy fucking the man for all he was worth. I could hear the
man panting and telling the boy to fuck him harder. The sound of motion
brought my attention back to where I was and I turned to see the young boy
with Paul stand up in front of Paul then climb on the sofa and put his
crotch in Paul's face, squatting slightly to get it right. Paul peeled the
tunic open, put his hands on the boys' ass underneath it and pulled him
forward and while I couldn't actually see what he was doing I knew that he
had the boys' cock in his mouth.

Paul's cock was jutting up from between his legs like the floor shift on an
old truck and my brain took a quick trip down memory lane to when I'd had
that thing in my mouth. I glanced around and didn't see my boy anywhere in
sight so went over and knelt between Paul's legs. Whether he knew it was me
or not I don't know but he didn't move and I took hold of the rigid pole
and pulled it toward me then placed my mouth over the swollen and sticky
head and began to suckle him and remembering back to when we were 14. I put
my other hand in and cupped the heavy sac of balls, still as smooth as they
were the last time I'd played with them.

"Goddamn Bram, you still suck a mean cock," I heard him say. He went back
to sucking the boy and I could see his hands moving underneath the boys'
tunic, fondling the small narrow butt. I wasn't there long when movement
alongside me caused me to stop and look. My boy had returned. He raised a
questioning eyebrow at me which I took to mean did I still want to be with
him.

I let go of Paul and turned to face the boy, who was kneeling as well. "Do
you still wish to be with me or would you rather be with Paul and Colin? Or
perhaps all of us could play as a group." My response was to reach my hands
out to him and when he took them to tug gently until we came together. I
tilted my head and moved it toward his and at the last second the boy did
the same. Our lips met and we kissed, tenderly at first and then with more
passion. I felt the boys' response in his lips and in his body, said
response favorable. I finally pulled away from him but only enough to be
able to look into his dark eyes.

"What is your name," I asked him.

"Luciano," he said, pronouncing it Loo-chian-o.

"I want to be with you Luciano, with or without these two," I said, cocking
my head toward Paul and who I now knew was Colin. "I do want it to be
private however, not out here." He nodded and stood up, keeping his hand in
mine, and encouraged me to stand along with him.

"We're going to my room Paul. Do you guys want to join us?" I asked. He
pulled the boy away from his face, causing the youngster to face Luciano
and me. The boy's tunic was undone and open and his raging boner was fully
open to view. Maybe 4 plus inches long, he was circumcised, the rampant
little appendage quivered in front of his flat belly. The head was tinged
red from trapped blood, and his balls were slightly dropped. Of course
there wasn't a hair to be seen anywhere.

"Should we go Colin," my friend asked the younger boy. Colin shrugged his
shoulders and said that it was fine if that was what Paul wanted to do. My
friend said,

"Sure, what the fuck. It's always fun to watch and play at the same time."
He stood up and pulled his tunic together in front of his body, an almost
fruitless effort and decided to hell with it. He bent down and scooped a
laughing Colin up into his arms, the younger boy throwing his arms around
Paul's neck.

"Lead on Luciano," I said. The boy smiled at me and started off in the
direction of the rooms. Since he still had my hand in his I had no choice
but to follow. As we walked more than one head turned to look at Paul's
magnificent cock bobbing along in front of him as we passed.