A BOY FOR THE NIGHT

                                             Jack Sprat



     Everything is laid out for me when I make my quarterly visit to
Guatamala. I buy coffee beans for one of the largest coffee companies in
the United States. I'm met at the airport with a chauffered limosene,
taken to the best hotel where I occupy the penthouse. I am here to buy
twenty million dollars worth of coffee. Every wish and whim I have is
immediately attended to.

     Always waiting for me in the hotel is a photo album, photos of
beautiful young girls, all naked in various poises. I make a selection,
pick up the phone and place my order. On this trip I found two albums.
I thought my providers had maybe gained some new playmates. I was taken
aback as I started leafing through the second album. It contained photos of
handsome, naked, young boys, all teens. They too were in all different poises,
the camera missing no area of their young bodies. At first, I somewhat
revolted. I wanted to close the book but a curious urge kept my eyes wanting
to see more. I turned the pages slowly studying the young naked bodies.
The book compiler had done well. The introduction started with the fully
clothed boy, sitting and smiling. The next he was standing at parade
rest wearing white, tight briefs. You could see the outline of his hard-on
and ball pouch.
Turning the page showed a picture of his flaccid uncircumcised penis, the
next showing an erect penis with the skin pulled back, beautiful balls
hanging below, firm, fresh, ready to be fondled. Some had a good crops of
pubic hair, others where still in early puberty with just a few fleecy strands
starting to multiply for an eventual full covering.  I really turned
on at photos of their firm young butts. Down on their hands and knees
with shoulders to the floor. Viewing those fresh, healthy buttocks, and
tight cracks started my erection. Close-ups of their cheeks spread exposing
cute, fresh puckers, and with a delightful pouch dangling below containing
their young balls. My penis was hard and throbbing as my fantasy continued.
I could have any one of these boys as my lover during my stay. I could control
myself no longer. I jacked off right there..fantiscizing over a picture of Tony.

     After spewing my sperm, I did have a pang of guilt and uncertainty.
My past had been with females, thought I will admit I'd taken glances at
slim young males when they passed on the street. Was I bi-sexual? What would
it be like to sleep with, suck and fondle a turned-on virile boy? I'd hidden
it from my memory, but when I was about sixteen I and a male friend drove out
in the country with a bottle and got rather drunk. The next thing I knew, he
had pulled my peter out, sucked on it and fondling my balls til I came. I did
the same to him. It felt good and it seemed natural. Funny, it was a one time
stand. We never did it again and I never messed with another male again..
I reviewed all of the pictures of Tony...slim, smooth, anatomically perfect,
a frock of semi-mussed hair and a boyish grin. I picked up the phone and
called the number. Tony would arrive about 9:00 P.M.

     I set the stage. Soft lights and a fire in the hearth. I had donned a
smoker jacket. There was a quiet rap on the door. My heart started beating
rapidly. I didn't know what to expect or how I was going to go through with
this. Tony entered. A big smile and flashing eyes. "You are Tony?" I asked
stretching my arm for a handshake. Tony's young hand gripped mine firmly.
"Yes!. I'm Tony"

     Tony stepped in. I closed the door. The two of us were alone. We stood
looking at each other. I approached him and ran my hand through his hair.
"Come here! Would you like to give me a hug and a kiss?." Tony approached.
We embraced each other tightly. Our tongues explored each others mouth.
I did not feel it was the time to run my hands over his body. I kept my
arms squeezed tightly above his waist.

     "Let's sit by the fire and have a drink," I suggested.
We sat in soft chairs across from each other. I mixed bourbon and
Seven-Up, something I knew would be tasteful and easy for Tony to drink.

     "You are a beautiful young man," I said.  Tony hung his head and
blushed. "Before we do anything, I want to hear your story. I want to
make sure that you are here because you want to be, not forced to come.
I want us both to enjoy ... Tell me about yourself."

     Tony had come from a fairly well-to-do family. However, one of the
revolutions had left his family less rich and several years ago he had to
seek work. He soon found that regular jobs could not keep him living in
the manner he was accoustomed. He also knew he was gay. He enjoyed sex with
other males and decided to become a high-class boy for hire. He was living
a very good life.
That was his story. Tony was no illiterate street urchin. He had intelligent
communication and a sense of awareness that I marvelled at.

     "Then you have no qualms coming here?"

  " No!" Tony replied."I am gay. I am a male prostitute. I
      enjoy what I do and I meet good people. I live well."

       "What about weirdo's and kinky sex?

       "I will only let my clients go so far, then I tell them no.
       If they get try to get forceful I tell them that I will tell
       about their kinky desires.  This stops them."


     After our discussion, I could hardly wait to start. I was relieved that
Tony was having sex with me through his own free will. I could never use a
boy who was forced into prostitution.

"Let's stand up and kiss."

     We again embraced in front of the fireplace. This time our hands did
travel. One hand slid down to Tony's crotch and gently squeezed. My other hand
rubbed over his butt, digging deeply. Tony's hand was at my crotch. He dropped
to his knees, unzipped my fly and moved his fingers within until he had
flipped my raging hard-on out. It entered his soft warm mouth and his tongue
ran circles around my head and over my tip. I was so turned on, I could only
moan and stroke his hair.. It had to stop before I came. I pulled away.
Tony looked at me bewildered like he had done something wrong. "I stopped you,
Tony, because I want to undress you. Hold your cum til later."

     Tony sat in a chair. I dropped down and removed his shoes and stockings.
I rubbed his bare feet and sucked his toes. He raised his arms and I pulled
his shirt over head exposing his beautiful firm bare chest, his two hard
nipples extending outwards. I took both with thumbs and forefingers and gently
squeezed them then pushed them upward with my thumbs. My tongue then licked
both of them then traveled down and circled through his belly button.

     "Stand!" I said quietly.

     We traded positions, me sitting and Tony standing in front of me parade
rest. I pulled at his belt, felt the buckle unlock, then slid the belt away
from his fly. I deftly snapped the top button through the hole. His waistline
opened. The rest of his fly was buttons. I worked each one til all were open.
I gripped his pants and pulled slowly downward til they reached his ankles.
He stepped out of them. Protecting his crotch was a pair of clean white briefs
outlining its support of his erected penis and ball sac.
The photographs had not lied. He was beautiful. I touched the white basket and
felt through the cloth feeling the contour of his erected male anatomy.
Gripping the waistband I slowly slipped off the white briefs. Tony stood
completely nude presenting me with his gorgeous boy body.

    Just a faint glimmer of red poked through his foreskin. I took his penis
and gently pulled the skin back, watching the swollen red head slowly pop out.
His penis had yet to grow to full manhood. I guessed it would need another
inch to be full grown. It was extra hard and I knew it contained plenty of boy
juice. It was a thrill to hold and suck a boy penis still in the growing stage
but fully functional.

I gently grasped him and pulled him towards my face. His hard-on entered my
mouth. I licked and sucked, gently exploring its whole surface with my tongue
as well as dropping down under and slipping each ball through my lips.
I wanted to save his cuming  even though Tony was moaning for me "not to
stop."  I turned him around. His buttocks were boy firm, fresh and tight. I
ran a finger over each cheek and up and down his crack. With thumb and
forefinger I dropped lower and gently spread his crack. His beautiful pucker,
beyond description, gave quiet little throbs.

I stripped. We both stood naked. I took Tony's hand and led him to the soft
lit bedroom. We climbed into bed between warm satin sheets. We snuggled on
our sides, Tony's back against my stomach. Tony put his leg over me opening
his crotch. My hand slid down his stomach, reached his malehood and gently
fondled and explored. I slowly jacked, then fondled that hard sensous pole
of erected skin and muscle, circling the top, slowly jacking some more, then
moving down to fondle those fresh boy balls. It seemed there had been an
unsaid understanding that neither were in a hurry to climax the night. I ran
my hand up and down his inner legs, passing over his buttocks, pushing my
finger just deep enough to find his pucker entrance. We turned over, Tony's
young hand did the same to me.

How can I explain the vibes of good love? Tony and I were completely in tune
with each other. Strokes, feels, kisses and the warm caring feeling one gets
when two warm passionate bodies snuggle close to one another. Passionate bliss
is all I can describe.

Tony stroked my hair as my tongue and hands made love to his crotch. He
rolled to his stomach. "Suck my pucker," he quietly asked. I was not ready for
this. I drew back somewhat shocked. The thought of licking an asshole was just
not in my sexual repertoire. Tony sensed my feeling of revulsion. "That's O.K.
I'm sorry. I like it. It feels good to me and lots of men love to use their
tongues. Tony got on his hands and knees and dropped his head fully exposing
his attractive boy cheeks..."You can give me a finger fuck. That feels
real good." Unable to take my eyes off his boy-butt, I lubricated my index
finger and spread his cheeks. Oh how I was looking forward to playing with his
butt-hole. I spread him open exposing his pucker. "I bathed just before I came
and washed real well back there," Tony said quietly. My lubed finger moved
closer but stopped. I could not control myself. My face went against those
tight little cheeks and my tongue lapped inward. My tongue circled his pucker
then lapped up and down his whole crack then returned to his pucker to delve
deeper. Tony wiggled and moaned which turned me on even more. I reached
between his legs, fondled his balls and pumped his penis. Tony started to claw
the sheets rolling his head and moaning louder. His penis convulsed. His
white cum shot down on the sheets like milk from a cows udder. He dropped to
the bed and panted. "WOW! God! I really came, didn't I?"

     "You are beautiful, Tony," I managed to mutter.

     Tony rested several minutes. "Now I've cum, my asshole should be relaxed.
Go ahead and finger fuck it. But don't try to cornhole me, I'm too tight."

My forefinger did it's work. This was a fantasy coming true. I've always wanted
to fingerfuck a young butt. Now I was doing it in all positions with Tony
muttering enjoyable moans. He lay on his side and drew up a leg. I slipped my
finger in, swirled and tickled. Then he was in doggy fashion. I held his balls
when I did it that way. Then on his back holding his legs up..kinda of
hospital enema position. I had him squat and reach under him and shoved it up.
I had him bend over my lap with legs dangling and I poked it up again. In each
position Tony gave pleasant moans.  "You gotta stop," he finally said. "I'm
starting to get a little sore back there. Now, let me do you.....Want your
ass licked?"

     I involuntarily flexed tight. Allow someone (even Tony) to lick my ass?
This really seemed dirty and against natures laws. But what had I done? I had
licked Tony's pucker. I positioned to doggy fashion, my butt well in the air.
My checks were spread. A warm wet tongue started circling and pressing at my
asshole. Gawd! It was erotic. It was different I had never felt anything like
it. Tony did to me what I had done to him..Grabbed my dick and fondled and
pumped while his wet tongue lashed about my crack and delved deeper inside of
me. Christ! I found myself clawing the sheets too. I don't know how much love
noise I made when I came, but I was out of it in passion as my cum poured out
of my dick adding to the splashes that were Tony's. When I came out of it,
Tony has his finger up my relaxed ass giving it a good massage. My hole felt
rather full and I realized he had worked two fingers up me. "Do you want a
butt fuck?" asked Tony?

     "It will hurt," I asked. "I've never done it."

     "No," said Tony." Your asshole is all relaxed. I've got two fingers up
      you giving plenty of opening. I know that my two fingers is the
      roundness of my cock. Remember, my cock is still growing so it is not
      too big to tuck up an average asshole."

      I returned to my hands and knees and Tony liberally lubricated my pucker
      with two well greased fingers, then he put a large portion on his dick.
      I wasn't that relaxed when I felt his dick press against me. I was about
      as relaxed as one is when the novocaine needle is being shoved into ones
      gum. His dick slowly entered. He was being gentle. His dickhead pushed
      through the outer tough spincter slowly opening it then with a steady,
      slow motion his prick shaft moved up my ass until I felt his balls
      against me. I felt full. I felt like I needed to shit. I felt like I
      to pee as my prostate was rubbed. Gawd! What an exciting, "new"
      different feeling. Tony started banging me, ramming it in and out with
      strong, forceful pelvic slaps. I grabbed my prick with one hand rapidly
      jerking it. With the other, I clawed more sheet. Tony's pecker was being
      driven faster and faster up and down my asshole. I started to cum just
      as Tony filled my ass with his warm sperm. What a sensation. What an
      experience. I sank down, still on my stomach. Tony followed, holding his
      spent dick inside of me and covering the rest of me with his bare body.
      Needless to say, we were both spent. We covered the wet cum spots with
      towels then lay back, snuggled and fell to sleep.

           I awoke the next morning hearing the shower. Tony came out naked
      and handed me the towel. "Dry me off?"

      Oh, how I admired his body and I was having one last change to view and
      touch his nakedness. I dried him very slowly. Fresh youth and an
      experience I will never forget. He stepped into his tight white briefs
      pulling them up covering his crotch. Soon he was dressed. I took his
      hand and led him to the door. We embraced for a good while. Oh, God! I
      don't want him to go. After one last long kiss he stepped to the hallway
      walked down the hall, around the corner and was gone.

                               The End