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