Grand Tour, 1928 - Part 5 by Bill
Monty and William entered their suite at 1:00 a.m., a bit tipsy after a wildly debauched night at the Cabaret der Jungen. A few lamps had been turned on in the sitting room, casting a soft glow, and the radio console was playing soothing big-band music. The bedroom doors... Monty's on the left side, William's on the right... were closed, and no light shown beneath them. The men were fully aware that there was a boy in each bedroom, chosen by the men the previous afternoon from a catalogue of enticing young rent-boys provided by the concierge of this posh Berlin hotel.
"You know, Monty," said the 22-year-old American; "I think I may be too exhausted to do justice to another sexy boy right now. I shot my cum three times at the cabaret; I sucked off three different boys; and drank nearly all of that bottle of champagne. I'm afraid I might just conk out beside him on the bed!"
"Billy, old chap," said the 24-year-old English aristocrat. "As I've said, these lads we have tonight are just 'bed-warmers'. The perfect tonic after a night of tom-catting around town is sometimes just having a sexy body to snuggle with as you drift off to sleep. And then he will be at your disposal the next morning to get the day started right. In Berlin these days, there are no rules when it comes to sex. If you are paying for the boy, you do whatever you want with him... even that means doing nothing with him at all."
"I like your attitude, my friend. Well, goodnight. I'm so much looking forward to our appointment at that brothel tomorrow afternoon!"
"As am I, Billy! The thought of having my own private harem of exotic young boys sounds absolutely brilliant."
"At a brothel called the Sultan's Palace, no less!" added the American.
"Righto. Couldn't be more perfect!" Monty said with a laugh. "Pleasant dreams, then." And he leaned close to give William a brief kiss on the mouth, which the American returned warmly.
After slipping off his tuxedo jacket and undoing his bow tie, William opened the bedroom door. As his eyes slowly adjusted to the dark, he tried to remember the name of the boy he had chosen. In the dimness, he saw a form move on the bed, beneath the sheet.
"Hello, sir," said a cheerful boyish voice, softly.
William clicked the light switch on the wall, turning on a soft bedside lamp, and saw the smiling 12-year-old in his bed, lying on his side, with only his head and bare shoulders visible above the bed sheet.
"My name is Johann, but I like to be called Johnnie. How would you prefer for me to address you, sir?"
"Hello Johnnie," said the man, impressed with the boy's apparent command of the English language. Except for his German accent, he spoke like a polite, well-bred young schoolboy in England or America. "Why don't you call me Billy." The man hadn't gone by that nickname since he was a boy... until he'd met Monty, less than a week ago. The Englishman called him 'Billy' unfailingly.
The man gazed at Johnnie, momentarily mesmerized by his exceedingly attractive young face... brown hair, green eyes, long dark eyelashes, a sensuous mouth with full lips. The boy did not seem at all uncomfortable with being stared at, as he continued to smile and wait for instructions.
When instructions were not forthcoming, the boy broke the silence. "Will it be pleasing if I am to pull down the sheet?" he asked, as he glanced down at his covered body.
"Yes! I would like that very much!" said William, as he closed the door behind him and came over to the foot of the bed.
Johnnie pushed the covers down in teasing stages, guessing that the man would enjoy it that way. His hands pushed the sheet down to uncover the nipples on his smooth chest... dime-sized brown discs with tiny stiff nubs at their center. The sheet was pushed down farther, to the hairless pubic area, and he paused again. He had sturdy shoulders, but no adolescent muscle development. His torso had the graceful slimness and abdominal definition of an active and healthy boy on the verge of puberty... not an ounce of baby-fat, but clearly not undernourished. Johnnie counted to three in his head and then pushed the sheet down to his hips, kicking it off the rest of the way. He shifted his body sensuously, moving with the languid fluidity of a cat. Laying on his back and then his side, subtly shifting to give his customer different poses, moving his hands over his smooth body, Johnnie was the incarnation of a boylover's most powerful fantasy.
William stopped breathing for several long moments. He found the boy's body to be as exquisite as his face. Johnnie was small of stature... a bit under 5 feet, not yet having experienced a growth spurt. His slender thighs and hips begged to be gently caressed. His silken skin glowed with an all-over tan, hinting that he was among the naturist Berliners who sunbathed nude at the Tiergarten Park. And his genitals... what an incredible erotic sight! The man couldn't pull his gaze away. 'Absolute perfection' thought William to himself. A soft penis of almost 3 inches lay across the smooth skin of his inner thigh. Its color was a few shades darker than the adjacent tan skin. The elegant glans was slightly-flared... and, being devoid of foreskin, it was on prominent display. His scrotum was the perfect mate to the gorgeous boy-penis... looser than a younger lad's round pouch, but shorter and smaller than an adolescent's dangling sack. It was just right for showing the shape of Johnnie's plumpening balls, and giving evidence of his budding sexuality.
The boy watched William's expression, and he could tell the man liked what he saw. Some customers found Johnnie's circumcised penis unattractive. He could sense it even if they said nothing. But when William unconsciously licked his lips and sighed, with a wistful look on his face, the boy relaxed completely. He knew that this would be a pleasant night with the handsome young customer... the kind that made sex-work enjoyable and compensated for the occasionally-obnoxious and often-unattractive men who were an unavoidable part of this job.
After what he considered an appropriate interval, Johnnie shifted his body to show off his slender rounded butt, swinging his left leg across, bringing it up toward his chest as the right one stayed straight. His hand slid slowly along his side, moving down his thigh and back up to his left butt-cheek, parting the cleft. William, to his surprise, found himself captivated by the beauty of the boy's anus, which was distinctive for being so small... with the smooth lightly-tanned skin of his buttocks coming almost to the hole, with only a small area of wrinkled anal flesh around it.
"Perfection!" murmured William softly.
"May I undress you, Billy?" asked the boy, in a voice that sounded genuinely sweet and sincere.
"Yes... do that," said the man, thinking whimsically that his previous boy had also served as a valet quite recently... in getting his clothes back on after the wild sexual abandon at the nightclub.
"Come sit on the bed," said the boy as he stood up. The man happily complied.
Standing between William's parted knees, Johnnie leaned forward and began undoing buttons and removing the cuff-links and studs from the tuxedo shirt. While the boy worked, the man's hands roamed freely over the lithe naked body. Of all the boys he had fondled over these past several days (and each was burned into his memory), this one was perhaps the most erotic... the most breath-takingly exciting to touch. 'How long can this go on?' he thought; 'with each successive boy more sexy than the last?' His fingers were drawn to the circumcised penis and quickly massaged it to full erection. William sighed as his eyes drank in what his hand caressed. The boyish erection was nearly 4 inches in length, the girth of the man's thumb, pointing straight up. He was just about to bring his mouth down to it when the boy playfully pushed him onto his back with a gentle nudge and began removing the remaining clothing.
"Your penis is like mine, having the circumcision," said Johnnie with a delighted smile as he pulled the man's undershorts down. "It is very handsome and sexy!" But the boy did not presume to touch William's soft penis. Whenever he served a late-night customer like this, he was careful not to presume too much until he better understood the man's wishes.
The man smiled and took the boy's hand, guiding him down onto the bed, pulling the soft sheet over them and enfolding the boy in an embrace... feeling Johnnie's shoulders, his back, his buttocks. "Hold my cock in your hand," he said, drawing the boy's hand to his penis. "Stroke it gently... not to make me cum, but just to feel good. Understand?"
The boy just smiled, with a slight nod of his head. His small hand began fondling the man's penis with a soft touch that wonderfully combined sexual arousal with sublime relaxation.
"You are an American," Johnnie said softly.
"Uh-huh," he replied, looking into the boy's radiant green eyes.
"I thinked it from the way that you speak, and then I know it from the looking at your beautiful penis." From his intimate experience with men's cocks, in almost a year of working as a boy prostitute, the American tourists were almost always circumcised. Occasionally a Brit, but almost never men of other nationalities. That is, except for the rare German or Dutch or Polish customer who, like Johnnie, was of Jewish heritage.
Johnnie suppressed the temptation to launch into an monologue about his obsession with everything American. He loved to excitedly talk about his plan to emigrate to the USA when he turned 18, and of his voracious reading of American books and magazines at the library. Instead, he snuggled closer to the man and continued to lightly fondle the almost-erect cock.
"I like Americans," said the boy, almost in a whisper... almost to himself. "And also I like beautiful American cocks."
Johnnie's thumb brushed lightly across the ridge of the glans, and he gave the man a sensuous, languid kiss. William returned the kiss with equal softness, even as sleep was overtaking him. The gentle touching of their lips and tongues was like the afterglow following a vigorous session of sex. And that was how it felt to William, as he floated away on a cloud of utter contentment.
"If you wish for pleasure during the night," the boy murmured, squeezing the many's cock gently, "I will love to play with you."
The man didn't answer. He was completely asleep. Johnnie released the man's erection and draped his arm around the man's back, snuggling even closer, breathing the man's masculine scent. Then Johnnie kissed him gently on the cheek and closed his own eyes.
Meanwhile, in the suite's other bedroom....
Rudi, a sturdily-built 14-year-old, was moving his hips in piston strokes, slamming his thick young-adolescent cock hard and deep into the Englishman's ass, just as the customer had directed. Monty was on his back, his hands grasping tightly to the spindles of the bed's fancy wooden headboard. His legs were spread wide, and his hips were propped up by two pillows. But the pillows didn't support all of his weight, because Rudi had a firm grip on the man's scrotum, lifting Monty up by his balls. The boy had grasped the loose skin of the ball-sack at its base, and the two testicles strained painfully against their scrotal skin just above the clenched fist. Rudi's other hand, slippery with lubricant, was rhythmically masturbating Monty's boyish erection (which was smaller and thinner than Rudi's, and shaved of public hair).
"Oh, yes! Punish my balls! Fuck me harder! Yes! Jack me!" babbled the man. He had a high threshold for pain, and at this level it served only to stoke the flames of his boundless lust.
His fire had already been kindled by the sound spanking that began their session. Monty's buttocks were glowing a deep red, radiating heat, and cris-crossed with welts produced by uncounted impacts of Monty's own belt, wielded at full-strength by the obliging young hustler.
Unlike some rent-boys, Rudi didn't have enough experience to delay his climax for an extended period of brisk fucking. So when he felt the sensations of orgasm rising up in his groin, he increased the speed and firmness of the masturbation strokes, hoping that the customer's ejaculation would precede his own. And sure enough, Monty's penis produced it's fifth load of cum for the day, dribbling a modest amount of semen onto his belly and Rudi's hand... just before the boy's 5-1/2-inch cock erupted with a much bigger load, deep in Monty's bowels.
"My god, but that was good!" exclaimed the man, exhaustedly, as the boy disengaged from him. "Quite the stimulant to be held by one's balls in that manner!" Monty was basically talking to himself, because the boy understood only a smattering of English. "Das ist gut!" (That is good!) he said for the boy's benefit, and added in awkward grammar: "Morgens spielen wir mehr." (Roughly: In the morning we will play some more.)
"Jawohl!" said the boy, smiling and bobbing his head up and down in understanding and agreement.
The next morning, about 8:30....
William was in a wonderland of fantastic boy-sex, at the center of an orgy. A constantly-shifting harem of boys were pleasuring him with every conceivable sexual technique, in every position. His cousin was there, still a 12-year-old... and the boys with whom he had first played sex-games when he went off to summer camp... and boys that had been the objects of secret boyhood crushes, at school and in the neighborhood. Also boys from the streets and brothels of London and Berlin... and a swirl of others besides. And they were all serving him... using their mouths and fingers, and even their delicate feet, on every part of his body... offering their cute little butts to be fondled or fucked... prodding boyish cocks into his mouth and his anus.
His senses were awash with sexuality... almost dizzying, as if he were on a carousel that was going too fast... as multiple boys climbed all over him, licking and sucking, stroking and caressing. And then....
William's eyes popped open, and he instantly understood that it had been a dream. His mind tried to cling to the images and sensations, even as they quickly retreated from his consciousness. But reality was still providing an element that seemed to have been plucked from the dream -- Johnnie lying between the man's spread legs, his head bobbing gracefully above the man's crotch, skillfully sucking William's gloriously-stiff cock and massaging his balls.
"Yes, boy... that's so nice!" said William, running his fingers through the boy's soft brown hair.
Johnnie let the man's cock slip from his mouth and looked up. "Billy! You are awake now! You were having a good dream; yes? Your voice made pleasure sounds and you were feeling my body, even as you sleep. And you push my head down to give you a suck. I try to make your dream even better!"
The boy's radiant smile was irresistible, and William drew the lad up beside him for a hug and a long, warm kiss.
"Why would I need a dream when you are here in reality?" said William warmly. The man caressed and fondled the boy's body intimately as they resumed kissing, and his previous night's deep infatuation returned instantly. He rolled Johnnie up on top of him, so that both his hands could caress and explore the boy's perfect butt -- slender and round, flawlessly smooth and soft. His fingers slid along the ass cleft, separated the cheeks, and stroked the tender flesh at the entrance of the hole.
"Oh, Billy!" sighed the boy. "I have been hoping that you will put your beautiful cock inside me. You will fuck me... please?"
"Yes! Yes, my angel," said the man, totally smitten. He rolled their bodies again so that he was now on top of Johnnie, lying between the boy's spread legs, their cocks rubbing together. After a long wet kiss, William moved his mouth down the boy's body... kissing his neck and shoulders; licking his hairless under-arms and inhaling their subtle scent; sucking his small nipples and flicking the tiny nubs with his tongue; running his cheek downward across the soft warm skin of the boy's taut belly; and then pausing, with his face only inches from the most beautiful pre-pubescent erection imaginable. The tan 4-inch boner begged to sucked. Its glans, glowing a rich shade of red, flared out just slightly wider than the shaft, and William could almost taste it already on his tongue.
The man's eyes memorized the wonderful sight. He intended to envision it in his mind every time he masturbated, for the rest of his life! His tongue circled his lips to moisten them, and then his mouth slid down onto cock-head, as if in slow-motion. William's body trembled as his tongue circled around the glans, and his mouth advanced slowly down the shaft. He felt utterly ecstatic to be sucking this perfect-sized boy-boner. It was so smooth and warm, throbbing between his lips, totally erect and rigid. The almost subliminal taste and scent of its boy-musk inflamed his senses.
The soft grunting moans from William's throat mixed with Johnnie's sighs of pleasure, as the man's lips and tongue worshiped the icon of the boyhood eroticism. Up and down the small shaft he sucked and slurped, one hand caressing Johnnie's ass while the other fondled the plump little balls inside their compact satin bag.
As William sucked ecstatically, Johnnie's body began to tense and tremble, his back arching, his hands clutching at the bed sheet.
"Oh, Billy! Yes! Oh, YES!" he cried. The words served only to intensify the man's desire to bring the lovely boy to the height of pleasure, sucking and licking with a technique guided far more by instinct than experience.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!...." The boy's lovely treble voice sounded like the cooing of a dove, and its volume increased as the impending orgasm grew within him. Suddenly he cried out, with uncontrolled passion, as his hips arched up and his rigid body trembled as if possessed.
William pressed his lips around the base of the boy's erection, savoring the sensations of the twitching, vibrating boner on his tongue. His hands clasped around the boy's firm butt, feeling the trembling, tense muscles beneath the soft flesh. Gradually, Johnnie's body relaxed from the electric surges of pre-pubescent orgasm, and he smiled down at the man with a look of total contentment. William's eyes held the boy's gaze, even as he kept the still-erect penis in his mouth, savoring its rich eroticism.
William almost moved up to kiss the boy, but decided instead to move down. His mouth released the stiff penis, and he sucked in the balls... one at a time, and then both... licking them as the boy moaned quietly and stroked the man's hair. He shifted his body down farther still, kissing Johnnie's tender inner thighs and nuzzling the slender peach-fuzzed calves. Then he came to the boy's feet... petite and almost feminine... smooth and perfectly clean from his bath the night before. William licked at them, and Johnnie giggled and arched his toes forward. The man licked at the toes, and then sucked... each a little penis to be fellated with lips and tongue.
"Oh, Billy! This is such good-feeling for me!" sighed the boy, as he spread his toes wide to be pleasured.
After satisfying himself with both feet, William moved back up Johnnie's legs. As his face nuzzled the penis and balls, the man pushed up on the boy's thighs, raising his ass, and exposing his remarkably beautiful little hole. His gaze only lingered a few seconds before his mouth descended, licking at the nerve-laden flesh, and pushing his tongue at the clenched muscle. The boy's loud sighs, in his sweet high voice, drove William's lust. His tongue-tip pushed harder, as if demanding entrance. And the boy relaxed the muscle to allow it. Without thinking for even a moment about the taboo nature of his actions, William was aggressively probing the boy's anus, tasting his earthy musk, and driving Johnnie wild with pleasure.
When his tongue tired of the wanton rimming, William rose up on his knees, still holding the boy's thighs. The man's penis throbbed with lust, and it leaked a steady stream of slippery fluid from its tip.
"Fuck me, Billy!" the boy pleaded.
"Just what I was thinking!" said the man, as he positioned his cock-head at the spit-slick hole and pushed forward, feeling a surge of adrenaline-spiked lust as his rigid penis entered the narrow circle of muscle. In his excitement, he thrust hard into the warm, tight tunnel... then pulled back and thrust again... and again... and again.
Johnnie winced at the sudden penetration, but he didn't object. Indeed, his breathless words of encouragement and his groans of lust encouraged man's aggressive fuck-thrusts.
William's hands released the boy's legs, and he leaned forward to enfold the boy in his arms. Johnnie wrapped his legs around the man's thighs and pulled his ass into each piston-stroke.
The man was clearly not interested in slow, gentle love-making. He wanted to cum in the boy's ass... quick and hard... working his cock in urgent churning thrusts. This was raw, primitive sex... mindless, wanton, relentless. He felt totally exhilarated, even as the sweat from his physical exertion began to drip onto Johnnie's chest.
The boy loved this part of his job... laying back and letting the customer do the work... especially when the customer was the right kind of man. Johnnie had long-ago come to relish the intense erotic satisfaction of being fucked, having a man's cock filling him completely, setting off the array of pleasure nerves in his asshole and at that special spot inside. It was all the better when the customer was slender and strong, with a cock that was not too long and thick, but not too small either. With a handsome young man like Billy fucking him, he could just give himself over to the pleasure... maybe even working up to an orgasm without his penis even being touched. He didn't achieve an anal orgasm very often, but when he did it was fantastic... and he felt one building up now! He closed his eyes, focusing on the intense sensations, concentrating on the rigid 6-inch cock sliding back and forth inside him. Yes! The orgasm was coming!
The sounds of rutting sex echoed inside the bedroom... cries and grunts and moans... as the man and boy worked toward their similar goals. And the gods of lust showed them favor, as they climaxed almost simultaneously. Johnnie's orgasm rushed through his body, his asshole spasming around the thrusting cock... just as the man's sperm erupted in fierce pulses inside the boy's tight, warm ass.
Then they lay still; breathless, sighing, clinging to each other. William's face pressed against the boy's hair. His body trembled slightly each time Johnnie's anus squeezed around his spent cock.
"Fucking is a fine way to start the day," said William at last.
"Naturlich!... Of course!" said the boy with a giggle.
"But right now I need to pee something awful," said the man. "I'll explode if I don't get to the bathroom soon!"
"Shall I go with you, Billy? You can do the piss games with me. I like to play this kind of fun!"
"Piss games?" asked the man.
"Many men like to make their piss on me as kneel down or lay on my back. Also I will open my mouth for it and drink." He gave the man a sly smile and said: "For some men, it is pleasing to have me make my piss on them!"
William grinned back. He would do it, adding this to the growing list of decadent sexual adventures that was becoming the hallmark of his Grand Tour of Europe. "Let's give it a try!" he said. "First I'll pee on you, then you on me!"
They hopped out of bed and practically ran to the adjacent bathroom. It was large and ornate, having a generously-sized shower stall with a gymnasium-style showerhead, in addition to the standard free-standing clawfoot bathtub.
"You can make your piss all over me!" said Johnnie as he entered the shower stall and sank to his knees. "I like especially in feeling your piss coming onto my penis, and in my mouth."
'This is so incredible!' thought the man to himself, as the pressure of his full bladder combined with the excitement of venturing into yet another previously-unimaginable
act.
The boy closed his eyes and opened his mouth expectantly. The man held his penis with two fingers and his thumb and released the flow. A heavy stream of urine shot onto Johnnie's chest, and William waved his organ from side to side, and then directed it upward. The boy giggled as William over-shot his goal, and piss splashed into the boy's hair. Then he zeroed in on the boy's open mouth, filling it with warm pee until a cascade flowed back out over Johnnie's bottom lip. The boy closed his mouth to swallow and grinned happily as the man's fingers redirected his dick downward again, spraying the boy's shoulders and chest and belly with a stream of yellow fluid.
Johnnie quickly shifted his body, even as the man was peeing on him, so that he was sitting on the shower-stall's floor, leaning back with his legs spread. William aimed right at the boy's genitals, just as the boy intended.
"Yes, Billy! All over the cock and balls!"
Then he lifted his legs and leaned back further, and William expended the remainder of his bladder's contents in hosing down the boy's reddened, well-fucked asshole.
"That was such nice!" said the boy. "Do you like it too?"
"The cat's pajamas!" said the man, using the latest slang, as he shook the last drop of pee from his flaccid penis.
"The bee's knees!" answered the boy, demonstrating his own knowledge of American vernacular, as he stood up.
"Now you do it to me," said William; "just the same way."
"Kneel down to me, then. Are you ready?"
"Fire away!"
The narrow stream from boy's small penis came out with surprising velocity, drilling into the man's chest and shoulders. It was such an amazing, peculiar feeling! Then it happened... right into William's open mouth. The man swallowed, re-opened his mouth, and swallowed again. The urine was warm and salty, slightly metallic, but mild and not at all unpleasant. The flow shifted back down his body, literally covering him in boy-pee. And when it splattered on his penis the man felt a combination of psychic and physical excitement that he couldn't begin to analyze. Instead of leaning back to expose his anus, as the boy had, William turned quickly onto his elbows and knees, with his ass raised up. The boy's urine covered the globes of the man's butt and found the bull's-eye of his hole. The sensation made him shiver with pleasure as the boy's stream of pee tailed off.
"We will take the shower now and make us clean!" said Johnnie, twisting the faucets below the showerhead.
The man and boy played happily beneath the warm water... soaping each other up, rubbing their slippery bodies together... acting as if both of them were uninhibited 12-year-olds, instead of just one. When they finished, the man put on a soft thick robe, while Johnnie remained naked after drying off.
"Do you like for us to have more sex-fun together, Billy?"
"No; you've worn me out, and I am hungry for breakfast. I will call for room service, and you must join me in eating. Go on and get dressed."
The boy bounced back into the bedroom and dressed in the clothes he had brought -- short leather lederhosen pants, a long-sleeve shirt, knee-socks, and well-worn shoes.
"You deserve a good tip," said William, as he located his wallet and handed the boy 10 Reichsmarks [equivalent to $30 in today's money].
Johnnie's eyes lit up. "Thank you sir! That is most generous!" Indeed, it was considerably more than he would be paid by the hotel's concierge for this job.
As they went out into the sitting area for William to make his room-service call, they encountered Monty and Rudi lounging comfortably. The man wore a silk dressing-gown, and the boy was completely naked, idly toying with his erect penis.
"We were wondering when you two would come out," said Monty with a wink. "Heard you going at it earlier, and I almost barged in on you to join the fun! But Rudi here kept me busy last night and this morning. I've never seen a 14-year-old who was so virile... able to get hard and shoot his cum an amazing number of times in succession!" The man's hand caressed the boy's ass tenderly. "I've an idea... unless your adorable boy needs to depart, what say we trade lads for one more go-round before breakfast? Rudi doesn't speak much English, but he's remarkably versatile, and incredibly sexy!"
William looked over at Johnnie who nodded his head to indicate his willingness. Then he looked over at the handsome naked boy standing next to Monty. "Sure! Why not?"
"Brilliant! Come on then, lad... back to my bedroom we go. Call me Monty... and what might your name be?"
William motioned with his head toward his own bedroom, wordlessly telling the boy to come with him. The lad was rather different from Johnnie, and not just because he was older, bigger, and more sexually mature. His attitude was coolly self-confident, bordering on arrogance. This was just the kind of boy that Monty adored, and William was certainly willing to give it a try.
As he closed the door, the man shucked off his robe. The two of them stood a few feet apart, looking at each other's naked bodies as Rudi continued to casually fondle his penis to keep it erect.
"So...." asked William, searching for something to say, but failing. He blushed, realizing that he found the boy somewhat intimidating... with an air of danger like some of the rent-boys he saw when Monty took him through that alley in central London. What was the word Monty had used? Something like 'rough trade'.
"Soll ich sie mit einem riemen peitschen?" (Shall I spank you with the belt?) The boy grinned, in a rather sinister way.
William didn't understand a word and tried to remember how to say so. "Nicht spreche," was the best he could come up with.
The boy nodded. "Belt... spank," he said, pantomiming a whipping motion with his arm. "Monty like this.... You like also?"
William grinned. His English friend clearly loved getting a sound spanking on his bare butt, claiming it was a perfect prelude to more explicitly-sexual activity. William had resisted Monty's suggestions that he give it a try... but he had been tempted. For one thing, he had fantasized about being spanked for many years, even as a pre-pubescent boy, without ever having experienced it. His parents had never given him a spanking, so far as he remembered. But now was the perfect time to try it, with the perfect boy for the job. Why not go all the way in playing out a sexually submissive fantasy?
"Yes; spank," said the man, feeling a little shiver of excitement. "Then I suck you... give you blasen; yes? Then you fuck me... arschficken. Understand?" At least he had remembered a few terms from Monty's brief German language lesson.
"Ja! Das ist gut! I spank mit belt; you suck cock; I give fuck."
"Yes; das ist gut!" William repeated with a smile. He went to his steamer trunk and got out a slender leather belt... about an inch wide and thin. His hand was trembling slightly as he handed it to the boy.
"Bed! On knees! Arse up!" ordered the youth, in a voice that had not yet finished its transition to tenor.
The man knelt on the edge of the bed, leaning on his forearms, with his head down and his butt sticking up. He closed his eyes and let his mind pull up one of several fantasies that lurked at the ready. He imagined himself in his boyhood bedroom, wearing only his underpants, waiting for his father to come in and punish him for some misdeed. His mind envisioned having his father reach out and pull down the underwear, exposing his buttocks and genitals, while he trembled in fear... and then seeing his father pull the belt from his trousers.
The man's penis was becoming as stiff in reality as it was in his imagined vision of himself. And then...
"WACK!" Fantasy met reality, as Rudi brought the belt slapping across his butt. WACK!... WACK!... WACK!... WACK!... WACK!
The blows came 5 seconds apart. Owing to the thinness of the belt, they weren't severe, but they were delivered briskly and definitely stung. William's suddenly mind spun into a different fantasy, in which he was a captured cabin boy in the palace of a North African ruler in the 1700's. (Ever since reading a history of the Barbary Pirates as a 10-year-old, he had fantasized being one of the white slaves or the dusky-skinned North Africans.) Now the lashes were being delivered before a crowd of mocking courtiers, on a nude slave boy who wore only a collar around his neck.
When he opened his eyes, the fantasy vanished... but the reality was just as arousing. Looking back over his shoulder at Rudi, he saw that the boy's left hand was stroking his rigid erection even as his right wielded the belt. From the expression on his face, it was clear that he was thoroughly enjoying both activities.
WACK!... WACK!... WACK!... WACK!... WACK!
William cringed and his body shuddered as each blow landed. His buttocks were burning, and he felt tears welling up in his eyes.
"Stop. That's enough," he said softly. The spanking ceased instantly.
As Monty rubbed his tender butt, he slid off the bed and got on his knees in front of the boy, his face only a few inches from Rudi's crotch. The cock was a vision of young-adolescent virility -- a sturdy 5-1/2-inch erection, with a broad glans and plump balls in a drawn-up sack. He was still completely bald of pubic hair.
The boy's hand came behind William's head and pulled it toward him. "Suck!" the boy ordered.
The man's fingers wrapped around the warm, throbbing phallus. The look, the feel, scent... all had a powerful impact on him. His mind flashed back to high school days... to the boys on whom he'd had secret crushes... 9th graders whose penises he had discretely spied in the athletic locker rooms and showers... this is what they'd have looked like erect. How many times during his countless masturbation sessions had he fantasized about sucking 14-year-old boners that were just like Rudi's? His mouth watered, and his own erection twitched. Feeling light-headed with arousal, he brought his mouth down, surrounding the fat cock-head with his lips, tasting it with his tongue, and letting the cock slide in further. Much as he had loved the innocent beauty of Johnnie's immature erection, he was now overwhelmed by the masculine virility of Rudi's larger, thicker cock.
A long, low moan of satisfied pleasure rumbled in William's throat as his mouth worked up and down the shaft, saliva flowing as he vigorously sucked. The only other sound was the slurping of his mouth, satisfying its hunger for cock.
Rudi's hands pulled the man's head in firmly, and the boy's cock pushed at the entrance of William's throat. The man gagged, but the boy was persistent, forcing his head down. And William wanted to do it... wanted his throat fucked... and he willed himself to take it all the way. He finally did it! The boy's cock-head slid into his tight throat! His lips began riding the entire length of the boy's erection, from the piss-slit to the hairless base, again and again. And then Rudi's hips began to tremble, and bucked in cadence with William's mouth, quickly supplanting the movement of the man's head with face-fuck thrusts of the boy's rigid cock.
"Ja! Ja! Es ist so gut!" The boy fucked faster, thrusting into William's throat, feelings of impending orgasm rising up inside him. "Ach! Ja! I cum!"
A string of hot boy-cum erupted into the man's mouth, quickly followed another spurt from the spasming penis, and another. William gulped the warm semen as he continued to suck, euphoric at tasting and drinking the load of sweet boy-cum.
No sooner had William slurped the last bit of seeping white honey from Rudi's piss-slit, when the boy pulled him to his feet.
"Now fucking," he said.
The man saw that his cock was still 3/4 hard... could he really fuck right after cumming? Well... Monty had claimed as much.
The boy motioned William onto his knees on the bed, the same position as for the spanking, and he clutched a pillow to his chest. Rudi put his hand in front of William's mouth.
"Hier spucken... spit," he instructed.
William loaded the boy's fingers with saliva and some unswallowed semen. As soon as the hand moved away, he felt it at his ass, slathering the outer hole and pushing inside. Then he heard the boy spit and the slapping sound of Rudi jacking his slippery cock.
"I fuck now; yes?"
"Yeah; fuck me! Put your cock in and give it to me!"
The cock-head rubbed against his anus, and then pressed forward. William remembered to push the muscle open, and the plump glans slid inside. He moaned softly as the teenage cock entered him, in slow, steady increments. "Yes.... Fuck me!" murmured the man.
Meanwhile... in the other bedroom....
"What a pretty young thing you are!" said Monty, sitting in a straight-back chair while Johnnie stood beside his right knee. "So much like the first-year boy who fagged for me at Eton in my senior year." His robe was open, hanging to the sides of the chair, exposing his soft penis and shaved pubes. His crotch looked like a 13-year-old's, and that was the way he liked it. He reached over and ran his hand across the smooth black leather seat of Johnnie's lederhosen. "You need to be punished, boy."
Johnnie knew what was coming, but not the specifics. "Yes, sir," he said, tactfully. It wouldn't be so bad, he told himself. The men who spanked him for their pleasure were almost always good tippers.
Monty's hand swatted Johnnie's butt, hard. The leather trousers made a satisfyingly loud sound. He swatted again.
"Take off your trousers, boy; and pull up your shirt." Johnnie did as instructed. "Hands on your head." The boy again obeyed. Monty's fingers slid under the elastic waistband of the boy's white undershorts. He slowly eased them down the boy's thighs, exposing the immature penis and balls. The man's fingertips fondled the genitals, making a stiff boner with his caresses. Then he pulled Johnnie face-down over his lap.
"You're lucky this time, boy. I'll give them to you bare-handed, instead of with the slipper." His hand gently massaged the boy's buttocks, as he felt his own erection growing. He shifted the boy slightly so that the two stiff penises rubbed together. "You're getting 25 of my best. Count them out as you get them."
WACK!
"One!" said the boy, flinching at the hard slap.
At 4:00 p.m. that afternoon...
The taxi ride was short, as their destination was only a mile away from the hotel. It was situated in a block of upscale shops, offices, and apartments. The entrance was a rather fancy door, numbered but otherwise unmarked, between a clothing store and a tobacconist. Monty and William entered and walked up the staircase. The doorway at the top had a shiny brass plaque with the words "Der Palast der Sultane". It opened to a rather conventional reception area that one would find on entering a small business. But rather than having a young female receptionist at the desk, there was a middle-aged man wearing a red fez... the traditional cone-shaped hat of the Turks, with a black tassel hanging down the side. The man didn't otherwise look like a Turk; in fact he looked stereotypically German.
"Gutten tag!" he said cheerfully. "Good afternoon!" he added.
"Hello," said Monty. "We are Messrs Montgomery and Taylor. I believe arrangements have been made."
"Ah, yes! Quite so," said the man. "Welcome to the Sultan's Palace. I understand you wish each to have a harem of three boys. This is an excellent choice for you, and we have now an assortment of boys for your pleasure this afternoon. The cost is 60 Reichsmarks for 2 hours. There will be a bar of liquors in your room, and some fine hashish if you wish to make the exotic experience. Please do not give extra money to the boys; they are prohibited from receiving tips. Be assured, however, that your harem-boys will gladly and expertly do you everything that you can imagine to ask of them."
Monty and William glanced at each other and smiled.
"I have received a description of your preferences, and we can take you now to your rooms and have the best three boys for your desires sent to you immediately. But since it is early in the day and we are not busy, if you prefer, you may select for yourself from a group."
"You've done a fine job of selecting on my previous visits," said Monty. "I fully trust your choices."
"Very good, sir."
"I think I would prefer to choose," said William, thinking about the excitement he felt the two previous times he had been able to make selection from a group of boys.
"Excellent!" said the man. He pushed a buzzer on the desk, and in less than a minute a young adolescent entered from an inner door and bowed. He was dressed as a harem-boy, with loose pants of translucent silk fabric, thin enough that one could make out the shape of the boy's genitals. On top he wore an elegant short vest that was open in front to show his smooth bare chest.
"Show this gentleman to Room 3," he said in English. "And then send to him Vladamir, Carlos, and Abdul."
Monty started to follow the boy out. Before he left, he said "Watch out for that hashish, Billy. Just a couple puffs at first if you aren't accustomed to it, or you'll be totally plastered! Enjoy your adventure!"
"And now, Mr. Taylor," said the man in the fez; "if you will come with me this way, I show to you some of the boys we have now available. The concierge of your hotel reports that you wish young boys, and exotically foreign. That is correct? We have now, I think, 8 boys who fit that description. If you do not see three among them who sufficiently please you, there are more boys still. But I am confident that when they pull down their pants to show you their charms, you will desire every one of these harem-boys."
William felt his heart starting to thump in his chest. This would really be something! Being treated like an Ottoman sultan... and smoking hashish too. He had read about the ancient drug, but of course had never had the opportunity to actually try it. And to have three young and exotic boys serving him at once! It was like a dream! He licked his lips and adjusted the stiffening penis in his trousers.
End of Part 5
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