William had been traveling around Britain for 2 weeks, visiting sites recommended by acquaintances who had toured Europe before, staying at a different hotel or inn for only one or two nights before moving on. It had been interesting to see the historic castles of Wales, quaint villages in the Lake District, and the dramatic scenery of the Scottish Highlands. But he was impatient to experience the most important goal of his trip... the secret reason he had insisted on traveling without companions -- his obsession to live out a taboo desire that none of his family and friends back in America could ever know about.
Walking around the streets of Edinburgh the previous night had been a total disappointment... only a few come-ons from rather dispirited "ladies of the night", whose dubious charms held no interest for him at all. He had his hopes set on London, where he would again set about discretely trying to live out his fantasy. Or perhaps it wouldn't happen until he got to Paris... or Rome... or Madrid. Or wherever he was going. His traveling itinerary was flexible, constrained only by the already-booked ocean liner passage back to America in a little over 4 weeks. He would somehow figure out a way to make his fantasy a reality.
The first-class car of the train from Edinburgh to London was practically empty when he boarded. He wondered at first if he would have an entire 6-person compartment to himself. But just before the conductor called out the departure, a young man entered, shutting the compartment door behind him. He was quite well-dressed, carrying an expensive-looking leather valise, and looking every bit the stereotypical upper-crust dandy. With a boyish face, slight build, and standing only about 5'6", the man might have passed for a teenager, but for his jaunty mustache. William guessed the man's age to be no more than his own -- 22.
William nodded to him, with a shy smile.
"Hello there!" said the young man, flashing a friendly grin as he took a seat on the finely-upholstered bench across from William. "Ainsley Montgomery, at your service... call me Monty," he said, leaning forward and holding out his hand.
"William Taylor," he replied, shaking it. "Pleased to meet you."
"Ah! A Yank is it? Let me guess... just out of university and on the Grand Tour before settling down to a life of drudgery behind a desk?"
"Why, yes!" said William with a hearty chuckle. "That would describe it exactly!"
They immediately fell into an easy conversation, moved along expertly by the gregarious and charming Brit. William described his recent graduation from Princeton and the job that awaited at the prominent Philadelphia brokerage where his father was a senior partner. Monty had graduated from Oxford two years prior and was basically devoting his life to just having fun, shuttling from his family's estate in the Lowlands of Scotland to their town home in the fashionable Kensington neighborhood of London, and traveling to the Continent whenever the mood struck.
"Theoretically speaking, I'm a writer," said Monty. "But I've got a nasty case of writer's block." He winked at William and smiled. "I say... will you join me in a refreshment? I've a bottle of whiskey from my uncle's distillery in Glenmorangie, up in the Highlands. He makes just enough to give away to friends and associates, and I love to show it off."
William agreed, and Monty pulled his leather travel bag down from the rack, removed a hard-sided case, and extracted a bottle and two small glasses.
"Cheers!" he said touching the rim of his glass to the one held by William.
"Cheers!"
William sipped. Delicious! Smooth, yet complex. They continued to talk, and every so often Monty would top off the glasses with more scotch.
As the conversation flowed, Monty showed a truly amazing talent for pulling all manner of information from William. Even when the questions were quite personal, the American didn't hesitate to be candid with the outgoing British stranger. Monty, after all, was more than generous in sharing similar information about himself. When they began exchanging information about their boyhood sexual experiences, William blushed with embarrassment. He had never before talked about these things, but found the revelation to be utterly exhilarating. Monty, on the other hand, seemed perfectly at ease in detailing his early adventures... making his boarding school days sound like a non-stop orgy of boy-on-boy sexuality.
William, his inhibitions loosened by the drink and prodded along by Monty, described the few incidents of his own youth. These same memories flooded his thoughts nearly every time he masturbated, and it excited him to finally speak of them out loud. He told Monty about his sexual initiation at Boy Scout camp when he was 13, with boys showing off their erections, fondling each other, and engaging in circle-jerks. It was there that William had learned about masturbation and spurting his semen for the first time. He told of more intimate activities with another boy at camp, with whom William snuck off into the woods to masturbate each other's cocks and cautiously experiment with oral sex. And then William revealed his deepest erotic secret, about the wonderful time his 12-year-old cousin from California had visited for a week when William was 14. They had shared his bedroom, and before the first night was over had shared his bed. The cousin had been just as interested in sexual exploration as William, and each night the two boys had engaged in every sex act they could imagine, totally excited and totally lacking in shame. These were things he'd never again experienced with a boy... or indeed anyone of either sex or any age. He had been celibate ever since... uninterested in girls and women... afraid to seek out sex with men or boys. He had never even spoken about these things until the words poured out, there in the train compartment.
"Ah, such wonderful memories!" said Monty, getting up to pour another round of whiskey. "I hope you don't take offense from this next question... but have you ever wished you could do those same things with a lad, now that you are grown? Do you long to feel a naked boy's body and take him to your bed?"
William was speechless for a few moments, and he could feel the blood rushing to his face. This was the reason he had come alone to Europe, eager to discover if boy-sex was actually available in England, where Oscar Wilde had his notorious liaisons... or on the Continent, as bawdy rumors hinted. He stumbled to get the words out.
"Well, I would... I mean, perhaps I've... that is, sometimes...."
The look of embarrassed desire on his face and in his voice told Monty all he needed to know.
"Yes; just as I thought! No need to be ashamed, old chum. I'm a boylover myself! Have been ever since school days. Say; I've got some extraordinary pictures of boys that I know you'll enjoy. Want to take a look?"
William cautiously nodded his assent and watched as Monty walked over to the door of the compartment, pulled down the shade to block the window to the passageway, and turned the lock. Then he retrieved a small leather portfolio from his luggage, unzipped it, and pulled out a stack of 20 or so picture postcards. These were postcards that could never have been sent through the mail. Monty sat down next to William on the wide bench seat, their legs almost touching.
William accepted the stack of sepia-tone photos from Monty, and his hands began to tremble as he looked through the pictures. Each was unlike any photograph he had ever seen... boys, alone or in pairs, all on the cusp of puberty at around the ages of 12 through 14. They were posed in front of scenery meant to invoke ancient Greece or Rome, and some wore abbreviated togas or crowns of laurel leaves to add to the classical conceit. Every one of the boys displayed a stiff cock, lasciviously exhibited. Some of the lone figures were masturbating themselves. Those in pairs were either fondling each other, or one was on his knees giving oral pleasure to the other's stiff boy-cock.
William was hypnotized by the pictures as he slowly flipped through the collection, lingering on the erotic scenes. His chest was so tight that he could barely breath. His penis stiffened, trapped in his pants, requiring him to embarrassingly reach down to adjust it, and he shuddered with pleasure at the touch. Then he felt Monty's knee pressing against his own, and William glanced over to see that the Brit's hand was massaging his own crotch.
"I can tell that you fancy the pictures. I got them in Germany," said Monty, breaking the silence. "It's a paradise there for men such as you and me, men who truly appreciate the beauty of boys. I do hope you intend to visit Berlin in your travels. I can recommend some excellent boy-brothels, and a marvelous nightclub that has the most amazing shows. It's all quite posh and is never bothered by the authorities. Quite affordable too. The Huns are still digging out from their economic mess, and a couple of your Yank dollars will buy an eager lad to take back to your hotel room for the night. Take a look at this picture. Just imagine what it would be like to bugger that adorable round bum, while you're wanking his stiff willy and he's begging for more!"
William was dazed with lust. "Yes," he said, almost in a whisper. "That would be wonderful."
Monty unbuttoned his tweed trousers, pulled them and his undershorts a few inches down his thighs, and hiked up his shirt, exposing his stiff cock. "Let's you and I have a wank as we look at the pictures. What say? You needn't be shy." William looked down at the young Brit's lap and stared, feeling a combination of lust and embarrassed surprise, as Monty caressed an erection that matched the youthfulness of his face and his slight build. It stood no more than 5 inches, gracefully slender, the pubes shaved bald. His genitals would look just right on a youth of 14 or 15, and William was fascinated as Monty slowly stroked the beautiful circumcised cock.
"Go on; take yours out too," said Monty. "I know you'd like to."
Barely thinking, as if compelled by Monty's instruction, William complied. He pushed down his trousers and undershorts, freeing his rigid erection. His hand glided up and down along the 6-inch shaft, centering attention on flared ridge of his circumcised cockhead.
"I frequently look at these pictures while I wank," said Monty in a smooth, casual tone, as if it were a perfectly ordinary occurrence to masturbate on a train, looking at this kind of utterly-taboo pornography. The stack of pictures was between them on the upholstered bench, and Monty picked up one in his left hand, holding it up so that they could both see it as they stroked... like young schoolboys who had just discovered masturbation and were ogling pictures of movie starlets in a magazine.
"A pretty lad, don't you think?" asked Monty. "Just entering his puberty. Look at that perky little cock!"
"Yes!" replied William breathlessly, as he stroked his penis. "Cute face... sexy bottom... slender body. Reminds me of my cousin!" He glanced over into Monty's face, and they both smiled. William had been completely seduced by Monty's care-free decadence.
"Wouldn't you love to suck him," asked Monty; "just as you did in boyhood?"
"Yes," murmured William wistfully; "suck his boner... caress his smooth ass as I kneel in front of him...."
"You and I are cut from the same cloth, Billy!" said the Brit, as he set the picture down, shuffled through the pile, and picked up one showing a close-up of a youth's face as he sucked a barely-pubescent erection.
William hadn't been called "Billy" since... well, since he was about 14. Hearing it propelled his masturbatory excitement along even farther. He groaned with lust and shivered slightly, totally aroused by the picture of a handsome German boy sucking a hairless cock into his mouth.
Monty held up the picture for only about 10 or 15 seconds before replacing it with another... then another. The succession of steamy boy-sex images jolted a part of William's brain that seemed to have a direct connection to his straining cock. He began to masturbate more urgently, switching from the rhythmic stroke of his full hand to a rapid and jerky brushing with the ring of his thumb and forefinger across the exquisitely-sensitive ridge of his cock-head. The muscles in his legs tensed... little gasps emanated from his mouth... he was getting close.
Monty, meanwhile, was observing William far more closely than the pictures... watching his fingers fly across the crimson phallus, watching his face scrunching with pleasure, listening to the sounds of his lust.
But just before William's orgasm washed over him, the voice of the conductor passing by in the walkway sounded just outside the compartment.
"Newcastle! Next stop is Newcastle-Upon-Tyne!"
William practically levitated off the seat, utterly startled out of his erotic reverie. He pulled up and fastened his clothing in mere seconds, his previously blushing face now pale with fright.
"Gosh! I certainly got carried away!" he muttered, looking quite sheepish.
But Monty remained exposed, his legs spread lasciviously, slowly running his fingertips along his still-rigid cock, as much for William's view as for his own pleasure.
"Carried away? No; I'd say you did exactly what you wanted to do, obeying the dictates of your heart and mind... not the nonsensical rules of a repressed society," said Monty in a serious tone. "And we won't be pulling into Newcastle station for another 5 minutes. No need to rush," he added with a grin.
William thought for a moment, and then opened his trousers again. His penis had gone almost soft in his momentary panic, but Monty casually reached over and wrapped his hand around it, eliciting a quiet gasp from William and a startled expression. As his cock stiffened beneath Monty's stroking fingers, William relaxed and impulsively reached over to take Monty's erection in his hand. It was his first sexual act with another person since he was 14. The American uttered a quiet moan of pleasure, totally aroused.
After 2 or 3 minutes of mutual masturbation, Monty pulled away and said "Better make ourselves decent, eh?"
The men quickly fixed their clothing, and Monty unlocked the door and raised its window-shade just as the train was slowing down.
"Say; here's a thought," said Monty before the train came to a stop in the station. "How about this evening you come by my house in Kensington? I can arrange for a couple of young rent-boys, and we can have a time of it. What do you say?"
"Rent-boys?" William asked, wondering if this meant what he thought. His heart was thumping anew in his chest as he imagined the implications.
"You know... lads who take money for a romp in bed. I know a very reputable gent who runs a service that sends out randy young boys. I'm rather partial to slender, blond-haired 14-year-olds myself. Does that sound like something that might interest you?"
"Y-yes! Very much!" William was dizzy at the prospect, and giddy at the way life sometimes played out so perfectly. Only an hour before, he had been contemplating how in the world he might pick up a boy in the streets of London... and now it was being offered up to him on a silver platter.
"Tell you what," said Monty; "come on directly to my place and spend the night. Nobody's there but the servants, and they're absolutely discrete. We'll ring up your hotel and tell them you'll be a day late. What say?"
William agreed instantly, placing himself in the hands of the decadent young gentleman.
A middle-aged married couple entered the compartment at the station, squelching the subject for the remainder of the journey. But William's thoughts barely strayed from fantasies of what would occur that evening.
It was 7:00 p.m. when the train pulled into the Paddington Station in London. Luggage was loaded into a cab, and not long thereafter the two men were at the entrance of what appeared to be a rural manor-house, but set right in the middle of London. It was far larger than any house in William's wealthy suburban Philadelphia neighborhood. They were met at the door of the richly-decorated mansion by a dour older man who looked as if he played the role of an English butler in a stage play.
"I say, Winslow. You're looking awfully chipper this evening," said Monty with good-natured sarcasm. "This is Mr... uh, Smith. He'll be staying the night. Prepare the bedroom that connects to mine, will you?"
"Of course, sir," the butler replied earnestly, but without emotion.
They came into the house, and Monty led them to a comfortable library.
"Make yourself at home, old boy, while I make the call."
He opened an address book and dialed a number as William looked on. "Hello? Sykes? This is Monty, up in Kensington.... Yes, I've been out of town for a few weeks.... Thanks; nice to be back. Say, I realize this is awfully short notice, but could you possibly send over a couple of your lovely lads tonight, say at around 10:00.... Yes, two lads. I've a friend over, and we'll make it a jolly little foursome, so the boys should be able to play nicely together. You know the kind I like, don't you?... Yes; that's right. And my friend likes his a bit younger... not yet making spunk but getting rather close, if you follow me." Monty looked over at William and winked. "Do you, now?... Are they really?... Splendid!... Yes; we'll take both of them, by all means!... Let me ask my friend."
Monty put his hand over the phone's mouthpiece. "Should we get them for the whole night or just a couple of hours?" he asked William. "You can always boot him out of your bed if you don't fancy him, and he'll spend the night in the servants' quarters."
"I think all night sound great!" said William with a grin, as it sank in that he would once again be sleeping with a boy.
Monty returned to the phone. "The whole night it is. You remember the address on Earls Terrace, don't you?... Right. Have them at the servants' entrance at 10:00 tonight, and let my butler know when you'll be picking them up in the morning. Oh, and Sykes, remember that they must be freshly-bathed.... Yes, I know you always do; just making sure.... Right-o!"
Monty hung up and rubbed his palms together in glee. "Are you ready for this, Billy old chum? We shall have two blond lads, 12 years old. No hair; no spunk when they cum. And -- this is so wonderful -- they're identical twins! Couldn't be more perfectly erotic, eh?"
William was almost incapable of speech, but he managed to mumble his appreciation and anticipation. Monty went to the writing desk, took an envelope, and placed into it a 5-pound banknote from his billfold. That was almost $25! [Note: Equivalent to $300 in today's dollars.] Then he pulled on a fabric swath that hung along the wall. In a minute, the butler was at the door.
"Winslow; there will be two lads brought to the back entrance at 10 o'clock. See that the man bringing them gets this envelope, will you? And bring the urchins straight away to the lounge adjacent to my bedroom."
"Of course, sir," he replied, with only a slightly-raised eyebrow expressing what William took to be disdain. "Will you and Mr. Smith be dining tonight, sir?"
"Yes. We'll take a light meal in the family dining room. Have Mrs. O'Leary prepare something that goes with a nice Bordeaux. And draw baths for Mr. Smith and me after we dine."
"Of course, sir." And he left the room as discretely as he had arrived.
"Let me split the cost with you," said William, hoping for the sake of his traveling budget that the offer would be turned down.
"Nonsense, old chap; my treat. Mr. Sykes charges a pretty penny, to be sure... perhaps 20 times as much as you would spend to get a suck from a lad in an alleyway near Piccadilly Circus... but I'm well-fixed, and the quality of his boys is worth every farthing.
Two hours later...
William climbed out of the bathtub, drying off with a large fluffy towel. His penis was achingly erect, and it took willpower to refrain from jacking it to blessed relief. As he had shaved his face while sitting in the tub, he'd briefly considered going at his pubic hair to achieve the bald look displayed by Monty, but quickly rejected the thought. He put on the robe than had been laid out for him and wandered a short way down the hall to a lounge that connected to both Monty's and William's bedrooms, plushly furnished and decorated, with only a few of the lamps tuned on. Monty had just finished lighting some candles to add a warm glow. He too wore only a robe.
"I say, Billy old boy! You look good enough to eat! But I think you'd rather let one our rent boys take care of that, eh?"
"Well, Monty, I must confess that the thought of being with a boy has gotten me awfully excited."
Monty chuckled. "I confess that I'm excited too!" He untied the sash of his robe and pulled it apart. His youthful-looking erection stood straight up from its freshly-shaved base.
William again gazed at it in fascination, never having seen any other person's stiff penis since his boyhood, and never a man's. He moved closer. William's hands parted his own robe, giving Monty a similar view of his straining cock.
"Remember where we left off on the train?" murmured the Brit, as he took William's erection in his hand, stroked it gently, and then moved close to rub it against his own cock.
In a moment, they were locked in a passionate hug, boners sliding together, hands roaming freely, breathless with lust.
"Are you ready to caress a boy's beautiful stiff penis again?" Monty murmured sensuously in William's ear, his words flowing like honey. "Do you remember what it's like to have a boy's delicate hand sliding along your phallus... his warm, wet mouth enveloping it... his tongue licking at your cock-head?"
"Yes!" whispered William dreamily, simultaneously answering the questions and vocalizing the warm lust he felt. He began stroking Monty's erection, slowly at first, then more intensely, caught up in the excitement of the moment. But the handsome Brit gently pulled his hand away.
"Let's save it for the boys, shall we?" said the host.
"Yes... sorry!"
Just then, there was a knock at the door.
"Enter!" called out Monty, as he tied the sash of his robe. "Splendid timing!" he murmured happily to William.
Two boys with straw-colored hair came through the door. The butler remained outside and closed the door behind them. They were dressed in respectable middle-class clothes, so new-looking you'd think the boys had changed at a clothing store on the way over... short pants that ended several inches above the knee, unblemished leather shoes, knee-socks, and sleeveless argyle sweaters over crisp white shirts. They stood about 5 feet tall, nicely proportioned, and their faces were utterly beautiful. The two were virtually identical, except that one boy had his hair parted on the side and combed back, while the other's came down straight, covering his forehead. The one with the part spoke up immediately with a self-confident, informal attitude that bordered on cheeky.
"How-dya-do, sirs. My name's Jack and this here's me brother Bert." He spoke with a lower-class London accent, in a pleasingly boyish high-pitched voice with no sign of an adolescent voice-change. "Mr. Sykes wasn't lyin' when he said you was right-proper upper-crust gents! We've been to some posh digs before, but this one takes the cake... don't it, Bert?"
The other boy was just as talkative. "Blimey; I'll say! It's bloody crackin' alright!" he said as his eyes darted around the richly furnished room. "And you gents are younger and a lot better lookin' than the usual customers."
"Are we now?" said Monty with a chuckle. "And how long have you two been turning tricks?"
"We've been with Mr. Sykes for only about 3 weeks," Jack replied. "But we've been around the block a few times. A couple years back, the older lads in the neighborhood showed us the ropes, and started hittin' us up all the time for a bugger or a suck. Even some of the married family-type blokes on our street was after us for a bonk!"
Bert joined in: "Then we wised up and set about selling what we was givin' away... started bringing home some coin to help out our Mum. Did some street trade at first, down around Piccadilly, but that's kinda scary-like at night, and some of them lousy sods don't pay up after you give 'em a good suck. A young bloke who was also turnin' tricks told us about a bawdy-house for gents who have a taste for boys... Mr. Hammond's place on Cleveland Street, in West End. Made some nice coin workin' there, and learned how to give right good service to gentlemen like yourselves."
"Yeah; it was a posh joint! Fixed up like the bloody Savoy Hotel," added Jack. "Mr. Hammond liked to work us as a pair, doin' the gents that wanted a three-way. But every Saturday night he put on a to-do... a blinkin' orgy it was... with the parlor full-up with customers, and a dozen of us boys runnin' around completely starkers, gettin' felt up and snogged by the gents, and gents shaggin' lads right there in front of everyone."
"Then about a month ago," Bert chimed in, "the place gets raided by the coppers, and Mr. Hammond gets hauled off to the nick. That's when we took up with Mr. Sykes. He treats us right nice... pays good coin... dresses us in these nice duds. And we get to work in nice digs like you got here."
"So do you enjoy having fun with gents?" asked William.
"Oh yes, sir!" answered Bert. "Well... 'cept when I get one who likes to give a spanking! I was with a fat old sod a couple nights ago who took me over his knee, and...."
"Hush, Bert!" said his brother in a scolding voice. Turning back to the men, Jack said: "Mr. Sykes says we're to do whatever you gents want. We'll show you a good time any which way you like."
"That's the spirit, lad!" said Monty. "Well, then, let's see what you two look like naked. There will be a tip of 5 shillings apiece if we are pleased with you at the end. And the tip will be our little secret... no need to tell Mr. Sykes or your Mum."
The boys' eyes lit up. Each lad got only 2 shillings (a tenth of a pound) from the night's work, to spend as he liked. Their unmarried mother had already received a 1-pound note -- what a skilled tradesman earned for a 10-hour workday -- when Mr. Sykes' driver had picked the boys up from their apartment to get them ready for the job. Sykes kept the rest of the fee for himself.
"Five bob each! On top of the other!" said Jack.
"Thank you, sirs!" chimed in Bert.
"No need for 'sir'. Call me Monty, lads... and this is Billy. Now off with those clothes," said Monty, as he poured two glasses of scotch whiskey from a crystal decanter, handed one to William, and they sat down together on a comfortable sofa to watch the show.
The boys didn't waste any time, helping each other to quickly shed their clothing, giggling all the while and playfully groping each other's crotches even before their undershorts came off. And then they stood unselfconsciously naked, showing themselves to the men who sat only 5 feet away. Their bodies were slender but not at all undernourished... solid shoulders and a hint of baby-fat. Their milky-white skin was unmarred by blemishes, arms and legs adorned with only the lightest of peach-fuzz. And they definitely knew how to look sexy, clasping their hands behind their heads, shifting from one hip to the other in a provocative motion that pushed their crotches forward invitingly. Their pouting lips and knowingly-erotic eyes radiated sensuality. Their genitals were as identical as their faces... and just as beautiful, in their own way. The soft penises were about the length and girth of William's thumb, pointing downward, and had short foreskins that revealed half of the cock-heads. Their balls were about half the size of an adult's, in a soft sack that dangled down a half-inch below the penis tip.
"Feel each other up, lads," said Monty. "Get your cocks nice and stiff, and show us what you've got."
William could barely breathe as the two naked brothers began manipulating each other's foreskin back and forth as they stood hip-to-hip, quickly stiffening their shapely penises to a nearly 4 inches and completely revealing the rosy-hued glans.
"Marvelous!" said Monty. "Now stand right here so we can give you a feel... with that sexy pose you were doing, with your hands clasped behind your heads... yes; like that!"
The two cute young boys were now only a foot away from the men... Jack directly in front of Monty, Bert in front of William. William gazed at the perfection of the beautiful boy's body, almost afraid to touch it. After a long moment of looking, he reached out, bringing his hand up beneath the silky ball-sack to fondle it gently... then moving up to feel the rigid boner. He could barely breath as his fingertips explored the gracefully proportioned shaft of the sex-flesh, crowned with a slightly- flared head that demanded to be sucked. His free hand slid around to caress Bert's slender rounded butt... firm, but baby-soft... and his fingers sought the cleft between the cheeks, seeking the tender anal flesh. William pulled the boy even closer, laying his cheek on the warm taut belly. As he inhaled the deliciously subtle boy-scent, William's brain was flooded with desire... to kiss the boy's mouth, to suck his flawless erection, to fuck the tight hole that his fingers were stroking. He was so happy... so grateful to finally be living what had been his secret obsession for so many years... that his eyes moistened with emotion.
"Go on, then, man... give the boy a suck," said Monty. "You won't be satisfied until you do."
William looked over to see Jack sitting sideways across Monty's lap, arms wrapped around the man's neck, as the lad's penis and balls were being fondled.
Then his gaze shifted up to Bert's beautiful face.
"Would you, Billy? Please?" asked the boy in a charmingly innocent voice. "I'd love a good suck!"
"Oh, yes!" breathed William. His heart seemed to be pounding in his ears as he slid off the sofa and knelt on the carpeted floor... his hands caressing the boy's thighs and butt... his face only inches from the beautiful boyish erection. Leaning forward, his lips sought the soft dangling scrotum, capturing one of the nearly-adolescent balls inside the sack, rolling it on his tongue. He inhaled deeply, intoxicated by the boy-musk that mixed with the scent of bath soap. Then his tongue-tip traced a line from the base of the penis shaft to the tip of the slender cock-head. He moistened his lips and slid them down, ever so slowly, over the glans and half-way down the shaft... his tongue flicking all around the boy's pleasure-flesh. His mind was flooded with sensory stimulation, with erotic excitement, and with memories of doing this same thing to his camp friend and his young cousin, 8 and more years before. This was ecstasy, and he knew that he would always be addicted to it.
William felt Bert's hands stroke through his hair, caressing softly... but also directing. With the slightest of pressure, the boy dictated the pace and depth of the man's sucking mouth... having William take the length of the shaft in long strokes, further encouraged by the boy's gently thrusting hips... then directing him to concentrate for a time only on the foreskin and glans, working on them with his lips and tongue. Time ceased to exist, as he lived only to pleasure this young boy's exquisite penis... tirelessly sucking up and down, again and again.
Bert's high-pitched voice whimpered with erotic sighs and moans of pleasure. Some of it was intentionally manufactured by the boy-prostitute as part of his professional act, but mostly it was honestly earned. In any event, it provided William's brain with the perfect erotic enhancement, driving him induce even more sounds of lust from the boy.
William's hands could feel the muscles tensing in the boy's thighs and butt cheeks, and Bert's thrusting hips became more insistent. William knew intuitively that Bert's orgasm was building, and he intensified his oral efforts, sucking and licking and slurping at the perfect boy-cock that filled his mouth.
"Oh! Oh! Yes! Uh! Ah! Ahhhhh!" The rising crescendo of pleasure- noise announced the cumming, as the boy squealed loudly with pure delight, and a spasm ran through his body... his erection vibrating as the climax surged through him. Bert pulled his penis from William's mouth, unable to take any more stimulation after his dry orgasm. William watched as the spit-slick rod, deep red in color, throbbed and pulsed, inches away from his face.
"Bravo! You gave the lad a jolly good cum!" said Monty in a cheery voice. William looked over to see the man lying back on the plush cushions, and the boy kneeling between his spread legs. Jack's mouth was riding the man's stiff 5-inch cock, taking it to the hilt in steady rhythmic sucks, as he toyed gently with the man's balls. "That's enough for now, Jacky," Monty said, and casually pushed the boy's face away from his cock. "Time for you lads to show us your skills at a bit of two-on-one. You and your brother work on Billy, whilst I watch," said Monty to Jack. "And then you can switch over to me.... Does that sound like a plan, Billy old chap?"
"Certainly!" said William, as he rose up from his knees and settled back on the sofa.
Bert hopped up beside him, kneeling on the sofa and facing William. Jack took the same spot on the other side. William didn't know what to expect, but the twins just grinned at each other and went to work. They started with his ears... nibbling and tickling with lips and tongue, whispering sexy words as they each reached a hand down to stroke and fondle William's body.
"You've got a right crackin' cock, Billy; just the way I like 'em," murmured Jack as he sensuously rotated his hand around William's cock-head. "I fancy taking it up me bum tonight. You gonna give me a good fuck... nice and hard?" The boy's tongue-tip dipped into William's ear.
"Oh, yesss...." moaned William.
"But not before I give your knob a good suck," whispered Bert in the other ear. "I'm gonna lick and suck everyplace on your body," he said, giving feathery kisses to the man's ear and neck and face.
"Would you like to snog with us, Billy?" whispered Jack, his hot breath flowing into the man's ear.
"Yes..." he groaned again, not actually knowing what "snog" meant, but ready for anything the boys proposed.
In a flash, both boys' tongues were attacking William's mouth. He happily joined them, wrapping his arms around the twins' torsos, his hands grabbing their perfect ass-cheeks. As three tongues were weaving and sliding together in sloppy erotic chaos, Monty looked on from his seat right next to them, at the end of the sofa, leaning back as he slowly masturbated himself, enjoying the erotic show.
After a few minutes of three-way tongue wrestling, the boys moved south... making a double trail of licks and sucks and kisses down William's neck to his shoulders and then his chest, teasing William's nipples to hard nubs and sucking them like hungry babies. They kept going lower, sliding their bodies down and flicking their tongues on William's engorged cock-head. Then Bert took the glans in his mouth and moved his lips sensuously up and down the shaft... then lifted off to be instantly replaced by his brother. Jack used a different technique, twisting his head back and forth as his lips and tongue polished the top inch of the erection... only to be replaced again by Bert. Whichever boy wasn't sucking William's rigid penis was licking at his balls. They were clearly experienced in double-teaming a man's cock, as the trade-offs seems expertly choreographed.
William moaned out loud from the intense stimulation, tensing his muscles, pushing his crotch up, eyes closed, feeling sexual pleasure unlike anything he had ever experienced.
Sitting a couple feet away, Monty sighed with vicarious arousal as he watch Jack and Bert working on William's cock and balls. He reached over to caress Jack's butt, which was sticking up invitingly as the boy leaned down to cock-suck. Jack lifted his ass even higher at the man's touch. The boy winked his asshole open for a few seconds, inviting closer attention. Monty licked two of his fingers, loaded a glob of spit on them, and probed them gently into Jack's anal flesh. The boy's pliant hole flexed open again, and both fingers twisted gently into the circle of muscle. A satisfied groan emanated from Jack's throat, muffled by 6 inches of man-cock sliding into his throat.
"I say, Billy old chum," said Monty, after he had finger-fucked the lad's ass for a minute. "What say we get a bit creative. Have you ever had a boy's tongue pleasuring your arsehole?"
"Wh-why, no!" said William, who indeed had never imagined such a thing. "But it sounds quite extraordinary!" he added, instantly desiring this new taboo thrill.
"There's nothing quite like it, old boy!" the Brit replied, standing up behind Jack. "So... Master Bertie... be a good lad and give Billy's hole a good rimming while you're down there... and I shall give Master Jack's bum a jolly-good fucking."
"Right-o, Monty!" chirped Bert. "Me brother loves getting a good fuck, and I'm right talented with me tongue!"
Bert and Jack each lifted up a leg, pushing them back toward William's chest, as Jack returned to giving a talented and varied fellatio, holding William's ball-sack in his hand for good measure and squeezing gently. Bert fully exposed the man's tender anal flesh, spreading the butt-cheeks apart, and then burrowed in with his face to eagerly lap all around William's hole. Thousands of anal nerve-endings exploded with hyper- stimulation, and William practically shouted from the sudden surge of lust. Then Bert began an even more intense probing of the virgin hole, extending the tip of his tongue as far as it could go, in a steady rhythmic series of pushes in and slight retreats, fucking his tongue into the musty secret place. All the while, Jack was sucking William's cock, as the man squirmed and gasped from the all-out assault of sexual stimulation.
As this was going on, Monty took a small bottle of lubricant from the side-table and slathered some on his erection, wiping off the extra on a hand towel. Jack's ass was at just the right level for him to plow into it, but another urge made him pause. Looking down at Bert's rim-job, and then as Jack's clean, pink anus, Monty leaned down and ran his tongue along the tender rosebud of flesh. A shudder of pleasure ran through both the man and the boy simultaneously. As Jack winked the muscle open again, Monty pressed his tongue into the musk of the tight love-channel, as his hands fondled the boy's soft butt cheeks. Then he stood upright, and aimed his 5-inch cock at the inviting hole. Pushing forward, he sank his slender cock all the way to the hilt with four quick thrusts into Jack's snug but yielding rectum. And then he began a steady fuck rhythm, holding onto Jack's slender hips as he drove his slender cock with full-length strokes, leaving only his cock-head inside when he pulled back, and then plunging to the hilt each time.
They settled into a smooth easy flow of fucking, sucking, and rimming, as if this four-way sexual ensemble were nature's most perfect combination.
"What a photograph this would make, Billy!" said Monty after a while, his voice breathless. "And wouldn't it be something to add more boys and chaps to the mix... another boy to rim my arse as I fuck... another chap to plow young Bertie's bum. When you get to Berlin, old boy... that's where you'll find such an orgy available on any night. How does that sound, Billy?"
"Incredible!" groaned William. "Oh, God! So incredible!" he added in a voice that sounded in pain. His body tensed even more, and he attempted to buck his hips into Jack's mouth, while not losing the glorious anal licking by Bert. His hands went to both boys' heads as a powerful force welled up inside him. "Yes! Yes! Suck me... Lick me... More!... Oh, God; MORE!"
Like a man being electrocuted, William's body spasmed out of control as the most intense orgasm of his entire life shot through him, spurting cum like a fire hose into Jack's sucking, swallowing mouth. The boy couldn't manage all of hot semen, and it trickled down his chin in a rivulet.
As William was being wracked by his violent climax, Monty speeded up the tempo and intensity of his piston strokes, pounding hard and fast into Jack's backside. Feeling his orgasm rise up, he groaned in a guttural tone and then grunted forcefully with each shot of spunk that shot from his straining cock. Monty stopped his thrusts, embedded all the way inside Jack's rectum, and felt the boy's anus clenching and unclenching rhythmically around his quivering cock.
As the bodies disengaged, Monty reached for the hand-towel and tossed it to William, then walked over to a side table and wet a wash-cloth in a basin of warm water, using it to clean off his softening penis.
"So, lads... do you ever suck each other at the same time?" he asked the boys, who stood together awaiting their instructions.
"You mean do a 69-er?" said Jack. "Bloody right we do! Been doin' it since our boners was small as your baby finger."
The wide sofa on which William had been sitting was the perfect venue for a mutual suck. Jack lay on his back and Bert climbed on top of him, facing the other direction. The men sat on each end, and each had a boy's thighs draped across his lap, so they watch the action close-up and caress the boys' bodies as Jack and Bert went at it.
Bert went down on his brother's stiffy, and Jack directed Bert's cock into his mouth with his fingers. The two had done this act for their own amusement hundreds of times before, and their mouths set to work enthusiastically, taking each other's 4-inch erections to the hilt at each slurping stroke, knowing just how to most efficiently bring about a pre-pubescent dry orgasm.
Monty's and William's hands wandered over the boys' bodies... Monty feeling Jack's luscious thighs and fondling the sexy lad's half-size balls and silky scrotum.... William paying special attention to Bert's adorable upraised ass. William licked his middle finger and ran it along the tender flesh of Bert's inviting anus, bring a muffled squeal of delight from the boy, even as he continued to energetically suck his brother's cute young cock.
"Do you think you'd like to rim it, Billy?" asked Monty. "It's well scrubbed, in case you're concerned, and I can assure you that rimming a young boy is sexy as the dickens!"
William thought for a moment, then slid around so he was kneeling between Bert's legs. He spread the tender, round ass-cheeks, leaned down, and ran his tongue across the pink anal pucker. A thrill ran through the American. He liked it! William licked more excitedly, running his tongue all around the tender skin. Then he pressed his tongue tip against puckered hole, just as Bert flexed the muscle open, and it slid into the taboo orifice. An hour ago, William would never have dreamed of doing such a thing, but there he was, eating out a 12-year-old boy's sexy asshole.
It wasn't long before the boys' slender young bodies were squirming with the rising tension of orgasm, and almost simultaneously their muscles stiffened as sexual climaxes washed over them. William's tongue felt the vibrating spasms of Bert anal muscle, and he burrowed into the hole even more aggressively.
The boys hopped up, grinning broadly. Their reddened, spit-slick dicks were still fully erect, ready for more fun.
"I'm feeling a bit left out," said Monty in a mock-pitiful voice. "I think I deserve to have Bertie and Jacky work on me together now.... Is that alright with you, Billy? We shan't leave you stranded for long, and you should feel free to dip your wick into a wiggling bum if you wish.... come on, then, lads. Come here and give me your best two-on-one. Get me hard again."
The two practically jumped on Monty as he sat on the sofa and spread his arms to embrace them. Duplicating their previous pleasuring of William, the twins lavished kisses, licks and nibbles on Monty's ears... his neck... his mouth. Then they moved down, licking at his armpits, sucking at his nipples, tonguing his navel. And then double-teaming his cock, sucking it to erection once again.
"Bertie, lad... stand up here and pop your cock in my mouth. And Jacky... give me the full treatment down there."
William gazed upon the pornographic display he stroked his cock hard again, his lust stoked by the sex-show unfolding before him. Bert had stood up on the sofa, his feet straddling Monty's hips, his hands resting on the sofa's back. He brought his crotch forward at just the right level to slide his boy-boner into the man's waiting mouth. Monty sucked it in, holding Bert's irresistible butt with both hands, guiding the boy's hips forward and back in a smooth mouth-fucking rhythm. Monty took the entire boy-sized erection with ease, and his slurping noises and guttural vocalizations of pleasure filled the room. Meanwhile, Jack energetically worked his mouth on Monty's bald 5-inch cock and his shaved balls.
William could stay out of the action for only a few minutes before being compelled by his lust to join in. He got up off the sofa, knelt down beside Jack, and began running one hand over the boy's butt. His other hand slid underneath to fondle Jack's penis, finding it still gloriously stiff. He pondered which of the appealing alternatives should get his full attention. Should he fuck the boy's inviting ass, as Monty had done in the similar circumstance? Or should he position himself underneath the boy to suck his boner? His salivating mouth answered the question for him... he was hungry for boy-cock... increasingly single-minded with the thought of having a 12-year-old's beautiful erection sliding between his lips again. He got a thick cushion, positioned it just right, and slid his body under Jack's so that the kneeling boy's cock was directed right into the American's mouth. Once again, the two men and two boys were an integrated machine of four-way sex. Each of them was awash in lust and pleasure as the mass-sucking went on and on.
The boys orgasmed first, their immature penises primed for almost-limitless dry orgasms. William gloried in the sensation of the stiff boy-cock spasming with pleasure in his mouth. Monty wanted to save his second load, so he pulled Jack's mouth off his erection. The four of them stood up and Monty poured four shot glasses of scotch whiskey.
"Cheers lads!" he said, and downed his drink in a gulp.
The boys went at theirs with gusto too, but both coughed a bit as the hot fluid went down.
"Crackin', Monty!" said Jack with a grin.
"Yeah," Bert agreed.
"So, Billy," said Monty as he set down his glass; "should we pair off and each take one of these fine young chaps to bed. There's plenty more fun to be had tonight, but I fancy some private time with just me and a lad. Hope you don't mind."
"Not at all! I think that would be great!" replied the American.
"Which would you like for your bed tonight? Your pick."
"Gosh! They're both utterly charming..." He smiled at the boys, and they at him. He had a feeling that Monty preferred Jack. "I think I'll take Bert."
Bert beamed. "Right-o!" he said in a happy voice, as he hugged William and lifted his head up to receive a kiss.
"Suits me marvelously!" said Monty, holding out his arms for Jack, who looked equally pleased. "Here," he said to William as he handed him the decanter of scotch. "I've another in my bedroom."
The men led the boys in separate directions, to bedrooms that connected to the lounge on opposite sides of the room.
"I'm so glad you picked me, Billy. I really like you!" said Bert in his most sincere and innocent voice as the bedroom door closed. He'd used similar lines with many customers, but this time he actually meant it.
William blushed slightly. "Well, I like you too. I like you VERY much!" Impulsively, he reached around the boy's back and underneath his legs, picking him up. Bert wrapped his arms around William's neck, and they kissed... softly at first, then with increasing passion, as William walked them over to the bed. Setting him down gently, William stood by the bedside watching as Bert moved his naked body sensuously on the soft sheet, stretching like a cat, as his hands roaming over his chest and thighs and crotch. He was well-experienced in the business of pleasing men, and fully aware of how to make himself alluring to a boy-fancying customer.
"I want to do everything with you tonight, Billy," the boy cooed, as he rolled on his side, pulling a leg forward, running his hand along his rump, exposing the pink rosebud anus. "We shall do everything you've ever dreamed of, and I'll be the best boy you ever had."
"Yes!" sighed William with quiet excitement as he stared at Bert's erotic ass. "Everything!" A small bottle of lubricant sat on the bedside table, and William reached for it.
"Please fuck me, Billy!" said the boy, observing the man's intention. "Fuck me good!" He rolled onto his belly, bent his knees to raise up his beautiful round butt, and hugged a pillow to his chest. He was a vision of voluptuous boyhood sexuality, his eyes gazing dreamily at William as his tongue licked across his lips.
"This is so great!" William mumbled to himself, as he smoothed oil onto his cock and positioned himself behind the waiting boy. His hand briefly fondled the flawless ass cheeks, and then he positioned his cock-head at the entrance to paradise.
"Give it to me, Billy! Push it in me! I want your beautiful cock inside me!" Bert's words and boyish pleading voice were well-practiced, designed to inflame his customer's desire. And at the instant William's cock-head pushed forward, the boy flexed open to accept it, allowing the slippery boner to ease into the tunnel of warm flesh.
William felt as though he were living in a dream, his consciousness totally focused on the erotic sensations. He was sexually penetrating another person for the first time... losing his virginity at age 22. It was so incredibly wonderful for his cock to push into Bert's tight but yielding anus, his hips knowing intuitively how to thrust into the boy, listening to Bert sigh and coo with satisfaction as he pushed his ass up and back. William's 6 inches were all the way inside the boy in a few slow thrusts, and he paused there, savoring every bit of the experience. He felt the boy's anal muscle clenching and unclenching around his cock, and the sensation impelled him to pull back and thrust again... this time sinking to the hilt in one thrust.
"Oh, yes!" moaned Bert. "Fuck your boy. Fuck your boy's arse!"
The American thrust again, harder. And then again, faster. In a rutting daze, the man's hips worked like pistons, picking up speed as the urgency of his sex-drive impelled him. Even if William's brain had wanted to take it slow, his body would have overruled. As he fucked the boy, he reached around to stroke Bert's stiff penis, running the foreskin back and forth over the glans of the rigid boy-boner.
Nothing else existed in William's world except his single-minded raw lust... the imperative to spurt his seed deep inside the boy's ass... the pleasure of jacking the lad's rigid 4-inch dick... the warmth and softness of the small body beneath him.
The grunts and moans and sighs from both the boy and the man blended in a harmony more compelling than any music William had ever heard... reaching a crescendo as Bert's orgasm caused his anal muscles to spasm around the powerfully-thrusting cock, driving William over the edge into indescribable ecstacy. As hot semen pulsed from his cock, William stroke to push even deeper into the boy's ass. Bert pushed back just as hard, anxious to take it.
Finally the man collapsed onto the boy, pulling them both onto their sides, spooning tightly as William's cock remained buried in Bert's rectum. He kissed the boy's shoulders and neck, inhaling the boy-scent of his skin and soft clean hair, as his hand flowed over Bert's soft body and still-erect penis. When William's shrinking cock finally slipped out of the hole, the boy turned around in the man's arms, then rolled on top of the man. Their mouths joined in a long, languid union of tongues... their previous urgency giving way to the timeless bliss of afterglow.
But as the man ran his hands languidly over the boy's back and ass and thighs, feeling the pull of sleep, Bert was refreshed and ready to continue the sex-party.
"What do you fancy now, Billy?" said Bert, with a grin.
"Gosh, Bertie! After what we just did, I don't think anything else I'll ever do could compare! I've had two orgasms tonight and I feel exhausted."
"Crikey! We're just gettin' started, Billy!" said Bert with a giggle. "Bet I can give you another cum that'll top that last one!"
"Alright, then," said William, chuckling. "I put myself in your hands. What shall you offer me as I lay here that will get me off again?"
"You're in my hands, are you? Well, how about I put some of this here oil on your knob and balls and arse, and get you nice an stiff again." He reached for the bottle of lube at the bedside. "And while I'm wankin' ya, I slip me finger up your arsehole and wiggle it a bit." His fingertip slid across William's anus in a feathery touch. "And then I oil up me bonner and give your arse a fuck. Does that sound like a plan?"
"Yes.... YES! It sounds perfect!" William hugged and kissed Bert, and then the boy went to work.
The next morning...
William woke as a stream of light hit his eyes.
"Breakfast is almost ready, Billy," said Monty as he finished opening the draperies. Monty was completely naked as he walked over to William's bed, his genitals even more boyish-looking in repose. William's first reaction on waking was to blindly reach his arm over to the other side of the bed, feeling for the boy who had gone to sleep in his arms.
"The lads left 2 hours ago," said Monty. "Winslow retrieved your lad without waking you. He's good at that. But I made sure I was up to give them their extra shillings for a tip. How did it go with Bertie? I gather he pleased you."
For a moment, William's mind flashed back to the incredible sensation of laying on his back with his legs pulled back, his oiled cock being skillfully masturbated, and the boy's slender 4-inch erection fucking his ass for what seemed an eternity of blissful and totally-novel sexual pleasure.
"It was wonderful Monty. Absolutely wonderful. I don't know how to thank you for giving me this opportunity."
"Well, perhaps you'll let me slip under the covers with you. I'm getting a bit of a chill standing here starkers."
"Oh; certainly!" said William, pulling back the top sheet, partially revealing his own naked body... and his firm erection. "And how was your time with Jack?" he asked as Monty settled in, facing him.
"Jacky pleased me quite well. He was quite skilled, and what little he didn't know, he learned rather precociously."
The last comment caught William's attention. "What did you two do after we parted ways?"
"Oh, the usual... and some things that you might perhaps find to be not so usual. I've a few odd kinks," he said with sly grin. "But that'll be between Jacky and me... at least for now." He winked, and then moved a little closer to William on the bed.
William startled slightly as he felt Monty's fingers wrap around his cock. Then he relaxed and smiled.
"Over breakfast we shall plan out the rest of your Grand Tour. While you are here in the city, we must visit some of my favorite discrete spots. Maybe bring some boys here to the house again. Then we'll send you off to Berlin... Venice... Morocco. Ah, it shall be such fun for you to experience the most perfect boys, Billy, before you must get back to America, marry some debutante, and breed a litter of brats." His hand began masturbating the American's cock more firmly. "What say I remedy this stiffness of yours?" said Monty as he pushed the bed sheet aside. "I'd love a taste of cream before breakfast!"
"Yes..." sighed William, as Monty flipped around in the 69 position with his own stiffening cock temptingly close to William's face.
Yes; thought William. This Grand Tour is turning out perfectly.
End of Part 1 Write to me at bil47_new@yahoo.com