De Vallois Private School

De Vallois Private School.

I noticed him on the first day, of the first term, the first time he walked into De Vallois Private School. His name was Valentine Boudreaux of Louisiana French extraction. Slightly feminine and a little fay, I immediately had him down as homosexual. He'd had, apparently, a difficult childhood but here is not the place to delve into this. He was breath takingly beautiful. Pretty, even. Long, very floppy fair hair and the face of an angel with the most perfect, if pale, milky skin, pale blue eyes and long eyelashes he could flutter seductively. He was neither tall nor short but, as all boys do, he'd grow. What I was not to know, but would reveal itself as the years passed, was of his wild and variable tastes in sexual proclivity, totally belying his angelic, coy and innocent looks. Right now he was too young to be of any real interest. I like younger people but I am not a paedophile.

Me? I am head of Sport and French. I am 6 feet tall, preppy and with a very fit body to be proud of, although God was not overly generous in the penis department. I was good looking without being truly handsome. Single and bisexual, mainly gay, I kept my private life just that. Private. Nonetheless, my interests and desires were occasionally fulfilled. I had already tried many sexual practices, some of which might be called deviant. Some I liked, some, I did not. Those I did not sometimes satisfied my voyeuristic tendencies without participation.

I rather liked our school uniforms. Beautiful mid blue blazers with the school crest and the 1st to 3rd years in pale grey short trousers and long yellow socks with highly polished dress shoes. 4th to 6th year students wore the same but for long trousers and red socks. Boudreaux looked very fetching in his uniform set off with his lovely blond hair but I can't help but wonder how he'd obtained such overly tight short trousers. He managed the same for his all white gym kit of vest, shorts and long socks.

I had watched his development through the early years. He was bright and good at French but not at all sporty. He was incredibly shy, easily embarrassed and would blush at the drop of a hat which I found endearing. He definitely appeared to dislike being seen naked and was always last into the showers after gym and always the last out, seemingly, to avoid being seen, nude. In French, he always had a seat at the front. His pronunciation was good and he was a fast learner earning him my admiration. Like many of the boys, he often shoe played in class, kicking them off and on but also playing discrete socked footsy with the boy next to him. This used to distract me no end as, I must confess, I have quite a fetish for socks. If called to the front of class to recite, Boudreaux would often pad up, shoeless, in his long yellow socks causing a definite swelling in my crotch. On one occasion, I was shoeless, too, wearing ice blue socks which he managed to touch with his own warm socked feet sending a bolt of electricity to my nether regions. Deliberate or accidental? I didn't know.......at that time!

I must own up, here, to having played around with a sixth former named Davis. Tall, dark and handsome, he appeared very straight but was also a bisexual with a matching sock fetish. We enjoyed many discrete encounters involving sock sniffing, kissing, licking and penis masturbation with socked feet. Padding back to my room in cum soaked socks was a delight. I once had the pleasure of a threesome with him and his girlfriend, a simply stunning 19 year old of north American red Indian origin. Her exquisite coloured skin, long jet black hair, dark eyes and huge, hairy bush really did it for me. I have a belief that everyone should try everything just once. I am sure it helps with finding out just who and what you are and be more tolerant into the bargain. My concern for Davis was that he also, rumour has it, a propensity for the younger boys in our school whether they wanted to play or not, something which could have him expelled and/or arrested! I also heard that he had his eyes on Boudreaux.

Boudreaux was popular but, mainly, kept himself to himself. Out of school hours he would dress rather flamboyantly. If I told you pink t shirt, matching socks and pale blue shorts, you'd get the drift. I thought it was cute but it did make him stand out! By now a third year pupil, rumours had started to circulate. Apparently, Boudreaux had been seen walking the extensive school grounds naked, but for socks, late at night and, apparently, enjoying sexual favours from other boys. I was disinclined to believe any of this but, boy, was I wrong! My first indication of this was during a gym class I was taking. Totally out of character, he was cheeky and had grabbed another boys crotch causing the boy considerable discomfort. Behaviour such as this was punishable and, in a school where corporal punishment was still permitted, a spanking was to be the order of the day. I ordered Boudreaux to bend over the vaulting horse having lowered his shorts. As underwear was not permitted for gym, I was faced with a rather delectable, peachy ass that I'd rather have tongued than spanked. What I couldn't see but the class could, was that, as my hand spanked him, he had become erect. Worse still and humiliating, for him, was that on the twelfth spank he ejaculated letting out a huge moan of delight. I was the one who was now embarrassed for causing his pubic orgasm!

This event went round the school like wildfire and Boudreaux seemed to take much pleasure at my discomfort. He occasionally had a glint in his eyes when they caught mine that left me most disconcerted. There was much more to this young man than I could ever have imagined and this was to, start to reveal itself on a hot summer's night in his third year. Unable to sleep, I decided to go for a run through the grounds. I wore only shorts and white socks. It was, after all, a hot night and the grounds were mainly grass covered. What I was to stumble across was a situation of fantasy that even my mind could not have imagined.

My run towards the wooded area was, without trying, totally silent but, as I neared the trees, I could hear sounds that I could not determine. It was a cloudless night with an exceptionally bright full moon. Slowing to walking pace, what confronted me both excited and concerned me. There, on the ground, was Boudreaux naked and wearing black stockings, staked, face down, with his arms and legs outstretched and he was blindfolded. My instant thought was to plunge in and help the poor boy until I noticed a naked girl wearing what I presumed to be his long yellow socks. It wasn't just ANY girl but Davis' red Indian girlfriend. I watched, mesmerised, as she moved a dildo in and out of his ass while she fingered her hairy pussy. She would occasionally move to his head and stand on his long hair, rub her socked feet on his face and sit and force his mouth, lips and tongue into her huge, hairy bush and labia. What stopped me was hearing Boudreaux's moans of ecstasy. He was enjoying this?

Of further surprise was the arrival of a naked, erect Davis wearing only his red socks. Not only did he do to Boudreaux what the girl had done, he made the boy suck him and then Davis fucked him and I mean FUCKED him. Then, assumingly having ejaculated into the boy, Davis simply took his Indian beauty by the hand and walked away having her put the boy's socks back on him and the stockings on herself. What should I do? I was still unsure as to whether this was an act of mutual consent or sexual molestation and rape. I decided that I was duty bound to go to Boudreaux's assistance but on getting closer could hear moans of delight, not discomfort, as he ground his crotch into the grass. To my shame, I took advantage of his predicament.

I stood on his socked feet with my grass stained white socks which startled him. "Who's that?", he cried out. I remained silent, removed my shorts allowing my erect penis to spring loose. I rubbed his exposed balls with my socked feet and, pushing further, up, along his erect penis. Then I knelt down, deeply tongued his hot hole and plunged my cock into his spermed, pre-lubricated hole. Yes. It was without consent, so I raped him. Not that you'd know by the ecstatic moans and groans emanating from his mouth. As I fucked him, our socked feet would writhe together and I found myself both stroking and pulling his beautiful long hair. Then, I kissed him. That, I think, was my mistake along with my sweaty body odour which he was to recognise.

Post ejaculation, I withdrew and walked away slowly and quietly but knowing I couldn't just leave him like that. I walked, quietly, away and then ran towards him, breathing heavily as if coming upon him for the first time and shouted, " Oh, my God! What's going on here? " He recognised my voice immediately. "Oh, Sir, it's not what you think" He could not in his wildest imagination know what I was thinking! I untied him and removed his blindfold. He turned over to reveal that he was still erect. "Explain yourself!", I demanded. He told me that the scenario he didn't know I'd just witnessed was of his design, that he was a willing partner and was `exploring' his sexuality. I was lost for words but then said that he should get his clothes, dress and return to his room. He had no clothes! They were in his room! I explained the extreme risk in what he was doing and he said that risk was partly the reason he did it. I asked him to elaborate and was quite taken aback at what I heard. It seems there was not much that young Boudreaux was NOT into. Yes. He was shy and easily embarrassed but got off on exposure, exhibitionism and humiliation. Adding a 24/7 hard on to the equation merely exacerbated his sexual desires. He also revealed his bi-sexuality, a taste in cross dressing and practices of both a masochistic and sadistic nature. Was there anything this boy was not into and all at such a tender age? I stirred coffee with mine until I was 14!

Somehow, I had to get him back to his room, naked as he was, but unseen. "I can't be seen with you naked and erect" I said. "Oh, Sir", he said in his sweet, innocent boyish voice. "You'll do better than that. You are going to sniff my socks. I am going to sniff yours and then you are going to suck me dry!". "I'll do no such thing!", I exclaimed. "Oh, Sir. You WILL and much, much more. You see, I know it was you who fucked me the second time by your smell and breath and we wouldn't want that to get out, would we? Anyway, I have your sperm in my ass!" The manipulative little fucker! I was going to be damned if I did and damned if I didn't. With choices limited, I removed my shorts, as instructed, and knelt down to service Boudreaux's beautiful long yellow socked feet. It had the, genuinely, undesired effect of inflating my penis, again, which he rubbed, sensuously with his other socked foot. The little bastard was going to get me off! How did he know that this was my `thing'? However, it was not to be that simple as his socked foot increased pressure on my balls and dick. "You'll not cum" He stated. "Now. Suck me off!". I must admit that I took to this with far more pleasure than my nerves should have allowed. All the time he groaned and moaned and tenderly played my woody with one yellow socked foot. Without warning, he grabbed my hair, rammed his cock into my throat and shot volleys of sweet boy cum down it. When his post cumming heavy breathing had subsided, he said, "Now you can escort me back to my room but leave your shorts here" This was a command not a request. I had no choice.

He was bold and chose not to be hidden by trees and also held my hand as we walked. Both naked in socks but I still had an erection. I was truly in fear and trepidation of being seen yet my erection would not subside. Somehow, we got to his room unseen where my `ordeal' was not to end. "Come in", he said and locked the door behind us. "Now. Sit on the floor with your legs as far apart as you can get them" Feeling unable to decline, I complied. He then stood on my erect penis with a, by now, grubby soled socked foot. It was at that moment that I discovered pain and pleasure simultaneously and instantly came. "You can go now but I have more, lots more planned for you!". What was I to do?! I was in fear of exposure, job loss and imprisonment. I was trapped yet I wanted to be there. And Boudreaux knew it!!

It turned out that he had something on Davis, the red socked 6th former and his girlfriend. In fact, he had lots on many of the boys at De Vallois school which he used to satisfy his sexual lust. There is good news. He remained very discreet and reasonably cautious, (as did others over whom he held power), which made me feel much more secure. It also helped that Boudreaux was about to enter the fourth year, get into long trousers and red socks, (my favourite), and become legal'. I remember the first time we kissed. It was of his initiation and simply made me melt. Yet never did he actually become what you'd call loving'. He remained almost aloof and quite detached despite how sexually passionate he could be. I learned my place. We had many encounters of a hugely varying sexual nature, both alone and with other pupils. As time passed, he seemed to lean more towards passivity, rather than dominance. He'd, apparently, always enjoyed being spanked and could now cum hands free if spanked hard enough but now wanted to be whipped, as well. Who was I to argue with a young man who grew ever more beautiful by the day?

There was one occasion when I was, (pleasantly), shocked to see him shopping in the nearby small town dressed as a girl. His own long, beautiful, flowing blond hair precluding the need for a wig and the make-up was simply perfect. He was wearing a beautiful white summer dress, above the knee, white stockings and beautiful, low heeled, white shoes. There were also silky, see through lacy, white panties as I was to later discover. He was even attracting admiring glances from the unaware local males. That night, sex with him was amazing as I teased his erection through the panties and fondled, licked and sniffed his white stockinged legs and feet. Another shock was when I was to be taken anally by him. And others! It was another outdoors naked frolic and he had tied my wrists, raised them together and secured them to a high tree branch. I was enjoying molestation of my balls and erect penis by his red socked feet as he lay on his back, masturbating beneath me. Out of nowhere came three naked, red socked boys. All legal, then, but a surprise nonetheless. Boudreaux stood and grabbed my balls. "Now then. We are going to edge you and if you cum without permission, I'll give you a pain in the balls for a month" Oh, the exquisite ecstasy of it all as I was fondled, sucked, sock rubbed, nipple played and kissed until I was sweating and begging for release as these four lads tormented me with exquisite sensuality all the while erect and fondling themselves. Then, suddenly, pain! I was being anally penetrated by Boudreaux. Despite my endowment, I had always been the active partner and yet, as his pistoning increased in speed, I began to discover my prostate! Just as I thought I might cum, he withdrew, and was replaced by a much larger penis. It was Davis! He'd left the school by now but had stayed in touch with Boudreaux. "I've always wanted to fuck you, Sir" He whispered in my ear. And fuck me he did until he subsided after orgasm. With one down and four to go, I was released from my bondage, made to service their socked feet and suck and lick them in the most intimate places. At the height of their sexual frenzy, I became their bukakke boy and was drenched in their delicious, hot teenage cum. On this occasion and much to my frustration, my orgasm was denied.

Another experience returned Boudreaux and me to De Vallois school during the holidays when it was quite empty. I, of course had keys! We took our roles quite seriously being master and pupil but were both totally naked save for our socks, as usual. One on one gym and French classes were held and we wandered around the school naked and erect imagining what it might be like if the school were in session and we were the only two in the nude. At one stage, Boudreaux `changed' into bright red, see through lacy panties, bra and the most beautiful sheer red stockings. Progressing as we did, the soles became soiled which I so love to see. Several orgasms were enjoyed with the best being whilst caning him, dressed in his bright red bra, panties and stockings as he bent over the headmaster's desk. Pauses during cane strokes were made for him to play with my dick with his red stockinged feet and for him to get on his knees to service my own socked feet. These were fun days, indeed.

Alas, all good things must come to an end as I relate to you the last part of this story. Boudreaux was now in the sixth year and I remained amazed and grateful that our sexual practices and experiences had not become common knowledge, save amongst the few. He had become more submissive and our final encounter before school life ended was for him to be in this role. There was big city nearby with all the delights that you could imagine. In this city was a fetish club and it was to this venue that I was to take him. There was little in this club that went on that wouldn't appeal to Boudreaux. Or didn't to me, for that matter, for I had been taken under his spell and had my sexual tastes more broadly developed. I had, one Friday night, booked us a motel room in the city and it was from here that our adventure began. I was `in charge' and had him wear some stuff that I had bought for him, that appealed to me. Him, too, as it turned out. A pink and white, striped vest almost long enough to be a short dress and long, pink and white striped socks. No underwear or shoes. That was it and, boy, did he look cute in them. I was going to drive him to the vicinity of the club and have him walk through the streets with me, like that, to the club. The idea, however, proved to be too much of a turn on for Boudreaux who became erect. I didn't want for either of us to be arrested, so also got him some matching pink and white striped panties to contain his erection and the cutest matching wife beater top, which came down to just over his nipples, to wear under the long vest.

I had been to this club before although didn't participate much, just preferring to masturbate voyeuristically although I had no problem being watched. I was unsurprised that Boudreaux had heard of this venue but never been because of his age. I was sure they'd let both of us in as the door guy had a `thing' for me and I was to be proven correct. I had decided on my gym outfit of all white, tight, lycra vest, shorts and white socks but no shoes either. I rather got off on the CMNM, (clothed male, naked male), thing. Personally, I'd have just loved to march him down the street naked and hard or even in sheer white pantyhose but the legal ramifications, sadly, made me rule this out. This wasn't the Folsom Street Fayre or Castro Street in San Francisco.

I delighted in his hesitancy to get out of the car and how he blushed. I had parked two blocks away and just loved the sight of him in this pink and white striped ensemble as we both padded along in our socks. I told you I like soiled soles! "I'm quite nervous, actually", he said, voice quivering. "Good. So you should be!" I replied. Our walk there was uninterrupted and both of us had raging, anticipatory erections, his, I occasionally touched through his striped panties whilst lifting his vest. It had his head spin almost 360 degrees checking for onlookers but he didn't lose his erection! On arrival at the club, we were admitted without difficulty but I had to give my admiring doorman a kiss, allow him a grope and he checked my small shoulder bag. Did I mention I was carrying one? Boudreaux was curious as to it's contents but I told him he'd find out soon enough. It's contents certainly raised the eyebrows of the doorman. I have always liked erotic, sensual, sexy lingerie on either sex. The boy was certainly and unsurprisingly, attracting admiring, lustful glances, even full on stares.

I found us two vacant stools at the bar and ordered a couple of drinks. "Take of the t shirt!", I ordered, just leaving him in the striped wife beater, panties and socks. Oh, how crimson was his face and how hard that made me! This club was a veritable smorgasbord of all tastes and practices and it wasn't long before we noticed the wildly different forms of dress. Everything from leather and lingerie, to zentai and full on, total nudity. Some were alone and other accompanied, like us. That's not all! There were males AND females of all persuasions, too. It was a pleasant surprise when we were approached by Davis' red Indian girlfriend sporting her huge bush and dressed only in black, sheer stockings, her beautiful skin shimmering in the lights of the club. It was so nice to see her and I asked where Davis was. "Oh. He's around somewhere", she said. As she stood talking to us, she was gently fingering herself and playing with that beautiful, lush black bush, her face in ecstasy. Boudreaux was fascinated and couldn't avert his gaze. "I've always wanted you inside me", she said to the boy. I don't think I have EVER seen his pretty little face turn so red. "Do it!" I said. He removed his panties allowing his erect penis to spring free. She took it in her small, soft hand and stroked it gently causing Boudreaux's back to arch and a loud groan to emanate from his mouth. She then stood, legs apart as she slowly and gently inserted his erect member into her soft, silky moist pussy and he began to tremble, whilst I stroked his beautiful, white peachy ass and fingered her clitoris. With that, she backed off leaving the boy gasping. "Thanks", she said. "That's all I wanted", and walked away. I could tell that Boudreaux was on the edge but it was far too early to allow him the first of his many orgasms to come.

I had put his panties in my shoulder bag and taken out pink wrist and ankle straps and a collar which I told him to wear. The boy rather liked bondage but not the time it takes to be restrained. These would ensure instant, clip to ring immobilisation! I removed his wife beater top leaving him in the long socks and straps but nothing other than his ever present erection. I gently fondled his nipples and penis and rubbed my soiled, socked feet up and down the inside of his legs as he stood facing me, sat on the bar stool. Gosh! He was a groaner! "Lay on your back, on the floor and play with my dick with your socked feet. Now!" He complied and the feeling of his silky socks on my lycra clad dick were ecstatic. Our activity was drawing the attention of the like minded as we were approached by a few shoeless guys. I grabbed one of Boudreaux's socked feet and while I was feasting on it, (the other still massaging my erection), other's sock clad feet began to rub his face, body and erection. Man! He was writhing in ecstasy! Just then, a boy of about Boudreaux's age appeared, clad in a full, neck to wrists to toes white body stocking, his erection protruding enticingly. Right up my street and even Boudreaux commented on how sexy it was! This boy boldly stuck his tongue in my mouth, and began rubbing Boudreaux's dick with one stockinged foot. I ran my fingers through body stocking boy's long silky blond hair and fondled his nylon clad dick. Moans, groans and heavy breathing all round, then and, I thought, a twinge of jealousy from Boudreaux! But enough! Too early to cum and other areas to be explored.

I reluctantly extracted Boudreaux and me from this delightful situation and began to show him the other attractions and rides' in this amusement park of a club. As we walked around, I allowed his erection to be briefly fondled by all who wished to and instructed him to return the favour. This kept him on edge. We passed couples openly masturbating, fucking and sucking and a kneeling boy enjoying being pissed on by several club goers. Another young man was to be seen in restraint being flogged which really got Boudreaux going. Another, covered in sperm, enjoying being a bukakke boy as he was openly ejaculated onto by all and sundry. We then reached a square, open, goal post like structure. "What's this for?", Boudreaux enquired. "Ah", I said, knowingly. "This is your first ride'". I took him to the frame and clipped his wrist and ankle straps to the corners leaving him in an X' shape and VERY exposed. "What happens now?", he asked. "You'll see soon enough", I responded with knowing glee. I pulled a small sign out of my bag and leaned it on one post. It read, "If you make him cum, YOU will replace him! No fucking! Have fun" I then removed my lycra shorts, stood back a little and began to masturbate in front of him. I touched his erection sparingly, licked it and even gave it a little suck, too. "Oh! I so wanna cum", he begged. "You'll cum when I allow it and not before. Or else!", I told him. A little crowd had gathered by now and I invited all to play' while I took a backseat to watch. What fun! Boudreaux was being wanked, then sucked, then licked, (everywhere!), and fingered, often at the same time and by several guys. His face was contorted into delights of sexual ecstasy and arousal the likes of which I've never even seen in a porn movie, all the more when hot, wet tongues were inserted in his boy hole, something he adored. Some chose to ejaculate onto his white, silky skin, some stole a French kiss and one even streamed hot piss onto his erection, balls and full, blond bush. A couple of fellow sock fetishists even lay beneath Boudreaux's socked feet so that they could rub their naked crotches under them and cum on the boy's socked soles. I should have written, `No insertions' on the sign but felt that Boudreaux's mouth was safe, as he was standing. Wrong! One imaginative punter had found a step ladder, clambered, nude, and then inserted his dick into the boy's mouth and came, only to be followed by others. I was too mesmerised and exited to stop them and was sure Boudreaux was enjoying this as, when his mouth wasn't full, he was screaming and begging to be allowed to cum. One started to spank Boudreaux enticing him only to scream for more and harder. A light whipping followed and I thought Boudreaux would cum there and then, hands free.

Now though, was time for the finale! As fast as many satisfied themselves using the boy, more appeared to replace them but I had them back off. I moved to within a yard of the boy and slowly, I stripped down to my socks. I leaned forward and kissed him deeply and passionately. As I turned, I could see that the crowd had grown to maybe thirty onlookers. I then bent over and backed onto Boudreaux's steel hard erection. I heard him gasp loudly. This is not what he was expecting. With a tortured scream he announced that he was going to cum, with which I pulled off, to groans of disappointment. I then went around and rammed by dick into his boy hole. We both came immediately, he hands free and showering the crowd, and me, deep within his bowels to a huge round of applause. Boudreaux just slumped, literally drained. I released him, grabbed my bag, removed our soiled socks for others to take and enjoy, then we both went off to the, fortunately, available showers to clean up. The boy was silent but satisfied and sported a gleeful smirk.

Afterwards, he noted that he now had no clothing to wear back to the motel. There was only one thing left that I wanted to round off our evening of debauched pleasure. More pervy little outfits from my bag to publicly wear. A one piece, bright red see through body stocking for him and a red lycra wrestling suit and red socks for me. "It's lovely but I can't go outside in the street in that", he protested. "You can and you will!" I stated. With that, we dressed and walked slowly back through the crowded club, again, sporting visible erections and many lustful glances and stares. I was staring, too. At Boudreaux in this beautiful, sensual outfit that was so silky to touch. A kiss for the doorman and we were outside in the seemingly cool night air with the cool sidewalk under our stockinged feet. I pulled him by the hair into a doorway and, rubbing his erect penis with my hand and frotting with my own erect penis, I could tell that he was, once again, in a state of heightened sexual arousal. Deep and passionate kissing took place.

Our relationship had become more than just sexually gratifying and turned into something deeper and more sincere. Graduating well, he attained a place at the city university to major in psychoanalysis. I rented us a small apartment and we moved in together. There was a rather upmarket gentleman's club in a smart town house in the city and Boudreaux managed to get an evening job there as a waiter, serving drinks, to supplement our income. It was very well paid, actually. Why? Because all the young waiters had to be naked during the course of their duties and, preferably, erect! Club members were permitted to fondle and stimulate, anywhere, but no actual sex was allowed. Satisfying, too, was the fact that all the young waiters wore white, ribbed, cotton, crew length socks. My fetish, but it was, apparently, to keep the boys feet warm and clean. It was all very sociable but also very arousing to see these several naked and erect young men amongst a crowd of be-suited generous gentlemen. Making the boys cum was against the rules and the boys were told to back off if they felt they might orgasm. There was, however, naked dancing and a finale each night. On a small, polished wooden stage, boys would take turns to perform quite erotic dances which often involved public masturbation but never to orgasm. This was saved for the finale. Did I mention what a great dancer Boudreaux was amongst his many other talents? He could gyrate and swirl his hips in the most provocative manner making him a very popular performer and earning him substantial extra tips. Of course, boys were occasionally offered sums of money by members that they simply couldn't refuse for extra curricular', away from the club, activities'.

Naturally, all of the waiters were supremely attractive and with exhibitionist tendencies. It's what the large fee paying members demanded. There was, however, just one other that I found myself very attracted to. A twenty-one year old Latino, with the most beautiful shoulder length, silky black hair that moved almost by itself and shone, radiantly, when it did. His exquisite facial features must have been hand crafted by a God. His uncut penis was a perfect, to me, 6" erect, or so, and that brown skin!! He was a good dancer, too, with most slender hips and dime sized prominent dark brown, highly sensitive nipples that, when he, or the members, teased them, sent him into raptures. On bending double, he exhibited a perfect, puckering brown sphincter which made my tongue erect! Boudreaux showed not a little jealousy at my attraction to this beauty.

The finale' always started at 2am promptly, with last drinks being served from the bar only. I am sure you have, pretty much, already imagined what takes place. On stage, public masturbation, to orgasm. I have always got off on the facial expressions and moaning of anyone in the throes of sexual, ecstatic arousal and these performances were no exception with the white ribbed, by now soiled, socked soles an added bonus. Sometimes a boy would just bring himself to orgasm alone but, sometimes, there would be interaction with another boy or boys. Some would just sit in an armed chair, legs and feet up, showing their soiled, socked soles and curling, scrunching toes as they ecstatically masturbated onto their abs. The crowd were being highly stimulated! Of particular stimulatory interest to me was Boudreaux's performance. He would stand and masturbate, slowly, rolling his eyes and throwing his head back whilst in the throes of ecstasy, his ministrations becoming ever faster. The Latino beauty appeared on stage and danced sexually provocatively around Boudreaux. He then turned Boudreaux side on to the audience so we could witness the stimulation when the Latino docked Boudreaux's circumcised penis into his pre-cum, lubricated foreskin for several strokes. Then, pulling his legs wide apart, the Latino inserted his hot, wet tongue into the boy's hole, bringing him instantly to a copious and very loud orgasm. The Latino's performance was hot, too, as he gyrated provocatively whilst masturbating and showing his peachy, perfect, muscular butt. Two other boys now came on stage, one of whom was a once again erect Boudreaux with a cute, short, blond boy of Slavic extraction and a sweet little erect dick. Each took turns to sensually masturbate the Latino and, albeit briefly, take his uncut, erect penis into their mouths and provocatively swirl their tongues inside his foreskin. The Latino's orgasm was attained when these two assistants' stood and licked and sucked his highly sensitive nipples. The Latino then clasped his hands behind his head, thrust his hips forward and, with a guttural cry, shot his load hand's free.

Enough, now! I would hate to think that my rather vivid recollections were stimulating you in the wrong way. The ending is to tell you that the reality exceeded the dreams. It is a wonderful thing when two people communicate so well and share such diverse sexual tastes. Our feelings for each other developed into something very meaningful and co-habitation became permanent, as did our continuing sexual exploits. Boudreaux, (I still call him by his surname), graduated with honours and I was headhunted for a teaching position at a prestigious boy's school in France. We emmigrated together and live in a beautiful secluded house in rural South West France with several acres. He got to enjoy being cuffed, naked and being dragged around our secluded, wooded property by his thick blond bush and being tied to or hung from trees for sexual molestation. I love my new job and Boudreaux, (who's French is now fluent), has a private practice in a cottage in the grounds of our house. We are blissfully happy and continue to enjoy our varied sex life, sometimes at the bars and clubs in the big cities that pander to our sexual tastes but more of that another time. Perhaps.

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