Date: Mon, 23 Nov 2009 01:35:24 -0800 (PST)
From: Rover
Subject: Borit Island Boys -chapter 3

News release- United Nations, New York. Representatives for the countries
of Thailand and Borit Island issued a joint press release announcing the
settlement in their escalating trade war. Thailand, long the holder of a
virtual monopoly on the Asian sex tourism trade has been hit hard by the
emergence of Borit Island and its even more liberal civil laws. Fighting
back, Thailand had proposed even more drastic relaxation of its laws,
paving the way for a trade war.

In an unprecedented show of cooperation, Both Borit Island and Thailand
came to the table in New York and spent the weekend hammering out a
historic agreement. Thailand agreed to only liberalize and lower the age of
consent for females and Borit Island held firm with only males allowed in
the sex trade.

The agreement was immediately assailed by both religious and conservative
groups and heralded by the civil liberties groups. "Big government does not
belong in the bedroom" ACLU spokesman Dan Pecker said.

				 Chapter 3

The dank fog that rolled over Borit City's harbor was almost a greenish
color. Wisps floated through the air as the ragged crew of the freighter
"Cargotec #15" ambled through the rough and dirty streets of the waterfront
district. They were far from alone as the crews from various ships plied
the area looking for entertainment the squalid area was only too happy to
provide.

Walking together slightly behind the larger group were two of the crew
Hans, a portly fourtyish balding man and a teen named Jesse. The boy was
anything but handsome. Acne scarred his face and a thatch of yellow hair
stuck out from beneath his baseball cap in all directions. Crooked yellow
teeth finished the adornment of the face only a mother could love. And she
was half way around the world on the family farm in Illinois. At least he
was clean. Unlike the rest of the crew he had heated some water and sponged
off the grit and sweat of the 6 week voyage. None of the rest of the crew
had bothered.

Hans knew where he was headed all right. Steering the 17 year old lad along
he zig zagged through the dirty streets. Men leered at them shouting "hey
Joe, fuck boy here!, hey Joe, free hand job!". Jesse's cheeks were burning
with embarrassment but then again he had always known he had the face no
one would ever love.

Hans peered down the next street and spied his destination, a sloping sign
with the name "Balls N Walls" hand painted on it. Miss spelled were the
words "Cheep boys".

Ducking into the entrance Jesse's first impression was that of gloom. Next
was the stench. It smelled of 100 unwashed bodies, piss, cigar smoke and
beer all rolled up in one. Hans sniffed appreciatively. "Here we are!" he
said gleefully.

There was nothing here that even closely resembled the swank sex resort of
Borit Sands. While the other side of the island tried to mask the pure
sexual aspect of their existance, no such mask existed here. This was a
beer soaked sex stop. The men loved it! Here they could wet their thursty
whistles and then dump their pent up sea borne loads in willing mouthes and
asses. There were after all boys of all shapes and sizes in this darkened
room. From lanky teens to boys so short that they barely could reach the
beat up tables, the boys were everywhere.

The "company colors" seemed to be yellow as the boys all wore a yellow swim
suit of some sort or another. The yellow suits were of a wide variety of
shapes and sizes, some bright and new while others were badly faded. One
little boy had a pair on so oversized that they sloped down off his bum,
exposing half his butt and yet went below his ankles. Not that he seemed to
be trying to be modest. A handsome japanese teen lounged against the
wall,eyeing the newcomers dispassionately. He knew why they were here and
what they wanted. His gaze stopped at the ugly teen, and he sized him up
appreciatively. Now this was interesting. The boy had virgin written all
over him.

The japanese youth, Kirth by name, was what was called a matcher in the
trade. Too old by now to incite much direct interest he had the job of
sizing up potential customers, matching them with the best selection of
boys for their needs and extracting the top dollar from the hopefully beer
soaked and horny seamen. Casually he flicked his finger at the two boys at
his side. Beer and chips appeared as if by magic, the men and teen drank
thirstily. Kirth smiled. The fish were taking the bait.

Boys playfully rubbed against the the men and lanky teen. While Hans
jostled with the little near naked playthings, Jesse shrank back, clearly
embarrassed and not yet willing to follow Hans' lead. Hans needed no
encouragement. His cock was straining at the grubby trousers and cum built
up from weeks at sea was aching to be released. The boy at this side was no
looker. He was scruffy, about 7 or so and wore a tattered pair of faded
yellow shorts. Within a few minutes Hans beckoned the lad to follow him
towards a room. The room was as rank as the rest of the place, a single
naked bulb hung from the ceiling, and there was no door. Jesse, now
squirming with embarrassment could clearly see the quick transaction of
money, the boy willingly lean over the bare bed and spread his willing
ass. Hans didn't even strip. He simply unzipped his trousers, exposed his
engorged cock and started working the reddened member right into the boys
little butthole.

Jesse couldn't help himself. He watched his shipmate fuck the little
willing boy. It was a sight that overpowered the lads senses. The smells of
the dank bar, the smell of so many unwashed bodies of urine and a new
unfamiliar smell he would learn was of sex.

As he eyed Hans and the scruffy boy, he was almost alarmed to note how much
bigger his own teen cock was than that of his shipmate. While most of his
masturbation sessions were discretely in his darkened bunk he had been
curious enough to scope out his own equipment. It was definitely much
larger and thicker than Hans'. He noticed his shipmate was still struggling
to shove his cock in the little butt. Kirth, watching disinterestedly,
wandered over, squirted the boys bottom with some kind of oil, and plop,
with a squishy sound Hans bottomed out and started a sloppy sounding
rhythmic fucking. The mans hairy fat belly slapped against the boys back
adding to the sounds. A steady slap, slap, slap of balls against boy came
followed by grunts and wheezes for Hans.

The boy for his part, was red faced and held a steady grimace. He had an
occasional yelp if a thrust was particularity hard, more of a squeak
really. His eyes looked tired and resigned. This was obviously not a new
experience for him. In fact, on a "good" day he was able to get Kirth to
line him up with 3-4 fucks before he went home to his shabby hovel he
shared with his drunken uncle. His uncle had to get his booze money
somehow, after-all.

Jesse was alarmed that he was getting a bit aroused watching Hans and other
sailors around the bar. The semi open rooms were designed for convenience,
not privacy and Jesse could see quite a bit of "action".

Kirth saw Jesse as a challenge. A reluctant participant. A easy buck for
Kirth. The lithe japanese lad casually started a little parade of boys past
the teen. A tall dark boy. No reaction. A light colored mulato with a
blonde dyed frizz of hair. No reaction. Hmmm, the new kid might be a
possibility.

Jesse looked down at the littlest boy in the place. Big brown doe eyes
looked up at him questioningly. Bingo! Kirth grinned at the teens startled
glance and his feeble attempts to cup his hands over his tenting dungees.

"Wanna see sumthin cool?" Kirth asked the teen casually. "Lets get outa
here for a bit". Jesse shrugged but followed the boy. They went through the
darkened hall, up a winding staircase and entered a limly lit room. The
window was open and the fresh sea breeze lent a new aura to the ramshackle
building. The three boys entered the room, Jesse the most reluctantly,
seeming to sense that his willpower was crumbling. Kirth put a cd in an old
player and mellow music wafted through the room. Kirth playfully pushed the
other two boys towards the bed and casually retreated towards the
door. Time to let nature take its course. As an added insurance policy he
did strip the little yellow trunks from the boy. No sense leaving
everything to chance.

If Kirth expected fireworks the minute he left the room he would have been
sorely dissapointed. Both the gangly and homely teen and the naked little
boy just sat. Jesse wasn't sure what to do or even what to do. He, afterall
had never experienced as much as a measly kiss in his life. The boy on the
other hand had experience enough for the both of them. Only barely 5, he
like most of the boys on the "other side of the tracks" had learned early
what was expected of them. His own uncle and older brother had ,one night
after a few drinks, taken it upon themselves to start his lessons on the
birds and bees. (or birds and birds as the case may be on this island...)
He had cried that first night and gone sobbing to his father and mother,
his brothers juicy load still running out of his freshly deflowered
butt. In a total shock to the little boy, neither had been sympathetic. His
father had explained that all the boys in the neighborhood participated in
the
 islands "sexual liberation" and he would soon be helping the family income
so he might as well learn from family members, ect. His mom had just cluck,
clucked and told the brother to be careful before going back to knitting a
scarf. The two had fucked him twice more that night and the boy had muffled
his sobs, his innocence forever gone on that long ago night. His uncle
still fucked him on occasion but his brother had moved on to his younger
cousin. His mom gave him a nice sack lunch and a kiss on the cheek before
sending him scooting off to the "Balls n Walls".

Jesse, not knowing this saw only an adorable little big eyed boy who was
not much over waist high. lithe and as brown as the dirt of the family farm
he couldn't imagine why such a little boy was in a place like this. For a
moment he considered bolting, but for some reason just sat there. He didn't
really need to do anything as it turned out. He heard a soft muffled
metallic rasping sound and realized with a shock that his dungees were
being unzipped. He dared not look down as he felt a soft tugging at his
fruit of the looms. Deft little fingers gently pulled at the elastic and
started methodically rubbing his semi flaccid teen cock. A little gasp came
from the boy as he saw the growing size of Jesse's dip stick. A giggle
arose as he rubbed a bit faster.

Jesse couldn't help it. His cock sprang to attention quickly. Jesse was a
randy teen afterall and his large cock was mostly unused for anything but
taking a daily leak. Thinks happened quickly, much too quickly after
that. Poor Jesse, red faced and embarrassed, watched in horror as his cock,
totally unused to the attention it was getting spurted all over the little
boys hands and chest. The boy was as surprised and embarrassed as
Jesse. Not knowing what to do, he just sat there stunned. He had never seen
anyone cum so easily before.

Kirth awaiting in the shadows knew it was time to salvage a "sale".

"No worries", he grinned. "You are so young you will be primed and ready in
no time. While you recharge play with this little guy a bit. It can be fun
too."

He tossed him a can of the cheap oil and indicated for him to go ahead. The
teen took the hint and had the boy roll over on his lap. Working the oil on
his fingers he hesitantly at first and then with more assurance worked the
oil around the little bottom. He admired to beauty of the perfect rounded
bum and the little pucker hole. He worked his fingers around and felt the
tiny, tiny pisser, barely an inch long and the smooth hairless
scrotum. Working back to the little bum he slid his oily fingers into the
hole itself. The boy groaned his high pitched squeaky groan. This was sure
different than the usual quick fucks he received every day.

Jesse felt the coil of his cock come to life as the blood flowed once again
to his virgin cock. This time there was no over sensitized bursting. He let
the cock get fully elongated and leaned the willing boy on the edge of the
bed and with the help of his pre oiled conditioning and willingness of his
little bum, Jesse's teen cock slid into the tiny bum with relative ease. If
there were ever an explosion of fireworks between two bodies this was it.
Jesse slid in until his engorged balls would allow not a millimeter more
in. With jackhammer speed he humped the little boy as the huge cock
pummeled in and out. Jesse actually shrieked as he came this time, his cock
spewing rope after rope of cum into the little boy.

And it was not over at the end of that fuck. Not even close. Jesse held the
sweaty boy as they both panted gasped and grinned at each other, both still
connected to the other. Jesse gently kissed the boy and the boy kissed
back, a new experience for the boy. They curled up for a bit and then
fucked again. The little boy sensing something different in this gangly
teen eagerly sucked the giant back to life to be fucked yet again.

Something happened to Jesse that night. He was happy for the first time in
his life, and the boy sensing that was happy for the first time as well. No
drunken horny uncle did he return to that night. He stayed clutched to
Jesse. Jesse decided then and there that for the first time he was home.

Over the course of the next week and plenty of fucks later Jesse had
permanently changed his shipping port to Borit City, (not at all an unusual
move the company was finding out) and rented a small apartment. He had
basically bought the boy from the drunken uncle for a few hundred bucks.
The boy had eagerly moved in with his big cocked roommate and kept the
apartment tidy and awaiting when his man was away at sea. He eagerly looked
out the window for his mans ship to return, for Jesse to walk up the stairs
and for their first embrace after being apart and for the long night they
always savored, those "special" nights of romance and love.