Date: Thu, 17 Feb 2005 08:02:15 -0800 (PST)
From: Justin Davis <justin0398@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chester the Molester: Caneled Vacation by Justin Davis (M/t,oral, anal)

The following story contains graphic sexual scenes
between young males and an older male. If material of
this nature offends you then you should not read this
story.  Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age
in most states you are not allowed to read this story
by law.

This story is purely a work of fiction.  Any
resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events
that may have occurred, is purely coincidental.
Additionally, the actions of the characters in this
story are in no way intended to show approval of, or
give sanction to, their actions, or encourage similar
actions by others.

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Chester the Molester: Canceled Vacation
By
Justin Davis

Chapter One


Chester Davidson, "Chester the Molester," as he was
called by the boys in the neighborhood who knew about
him, sat in front of the television set and stared in
horror as the videos of the tidal wave damage flashed
scenes of the destruction before his eyes.  Chester
was familiar with the popular Thai coastal communities
and islands about which the newscaster was talking,
for he had stayed in many of them himself over the
last ten years, most recently last year at this time
during his annual vacation to the country.  The
newscaster ticked off Phuket, Ko Samui, Pattaya, and
other familiar names.

Chester's eyes began to get slightly misty, as
additional scenes were shown of the destruction, and
he immediately thought of Phuket and the beautiful
little hotel he had stayed at on Patong Beach three
years ago.  He thought of the two young twins, Khun
and Kit, that had shared his bed with him the second
week of his stay and hoped that they were unharmed and
alive.  Both of them had been so lovely, and though he
had stayed other places on his annual visits to the
country, it had been one of his most memorable
vacations.  The boys would probably be fifteen years
old now Chester reflected.

Mr. Kim, the Chinese owner of "The Inn of the Golden
Peacock" where Chester had stayed, had taken
particular delight and pride in providing the twins
for him that week.  Although certainly not sexually
inexperienced, for the boys had been renting
themselves out since they were ten, all of their
sexual encounters had been with Oriental men and were
mostly certainly not like Chester.  For the two, it
had been a more than memorable experience as well.

Chester looked at the clock and noted that it was in
the wee hours of the morning in Thailand and realized
that he'd need to wait until late in the evening to
attempt to call Mr. Kim, whose cell phone number he
kept in his address book because he always spent at
least spent three or four days at the little inn on
his annual trips.

Chester sighed, picked up the remote, and turned off
the television, not wanting to see anymore at the
moment.  There would certainly be no annual trip to
Thailand for him this year, and as he laid the remote
down upon the table by his lounge chair he wondered if
he would ever go again, especially to that coastal
community in particular.  It was always such a
refreshing change from the hustle and bustle of
Bangkok where Chester usually spent his first week
when he was in the country, and Chester couldn't help
but think back about his first visit to the country
ten years ago.

Then, as he had last year, Chester always spent his
first week in Bangkok when he went to Thailand.  The
finest and elitist clubs for gays were there and the
most modern western-like hotels.  It was always
Chester's chance to sample the nightlife of the big
city, and the young boys as well.

One of Chester's favorite clubs in Bangkok was "The
Palace of Infinite Delights"
and he had gone there the first time he had gone to
Thailand ten years ago with an American tourist he had
met at his hotel by the name of David Bradley.

Upon entering the club that first time, immediately
the loud music, mirror balls, synchronized flashing
lights, and the ethereal pall of smoke inside the club
reminded him of "Paradigm Club" back home.  He also
had noticed that the male patrons seemed to be a mix
of all nationalities and virtually all in their
forties or older.  Then, his attention was drawn to
the stage where a group of Thai boys, dressed only in
skimpy G-strings, gyrated to the disco music that was
blaring over the speakers.

"You'll notice they each have a number," David Bradley
had shouted over the loud music.

"Yeah, I noticed that." Chester had replied loudly, as
they followed the portly Thai greeter toward their
table.

"That's so customers that are interested can select
the one they want for later in the evening.  Sometimes
it gets quite competitive when more than one customer
wants the same boy," David Bradley said loudly.
"Thank you, Charong," David Bradley then said, as he
and Jeffrey seated themselves at their table.  "Please
ask Mr. Srichaphan to drop by our table.  I would like
him to meet my friend, Mr. Davidson," he added.

"Yes, Mr. Bradley.  For you, I tell him," the greeter
said, and headed back across the floor toward the
front entrance.

Chester turned his attention back to the stage and
noticed that the gyrations of the groups of boys were
becoming more profound and there seemed to be much
crotch grabbing and pumping of hips in their routine.

"Ah, Nadee!  How good to see you again," David Bradley
said, prompting Jeffrey to turn his attention back to
the table and the young Thai waiter, dressed in
flowered shirt and white slacks, and sandals.  "I will
have the usual.  What about you, Chester?" David
asked.

"Well, what's the usual?"  Chester asked.

"Well, I like the Palace Special, wonderful little
tropical drink, kind of like a Blue Monkey I once had
in Singapore," David replied.

"Sure, I'll give it a go."

"Fine, Two Palace Specials, Nadee.  And, tell Noi that
if he waters them down no tip," David Bradley said.

"It seems you know everyone here," Chester had
commented as he watched the waiter scurry off toward
the bar.

"Well, not everyone," David Bradley replied, then
chuckled.  "But, I do know quite a few locals from the
times I've spent here," he added.

"Misser Bradley, how good you come again see old
Srichaphan," a voice said.

Jeffrey looked up to see a Thai gentleman, probably in
his late fifties, dressed in a white tropical suit
with seemingly dozens of gold necklaces around his
neck and rings on almost all his fingers. Immediately,
it made Jeffrey think of the Vietnamese bar owner in
the movie "Good Morning Vietnam."

"Ah, Mr. Srichaphan, I would like you to meet my
friend Mr. Davidson.  Chester, Mr. Rak Srichaphan,"
David Bradley said.

"Pleased very much to meet you, Mr. Davidson," the
Thai man said, and made a slight bow extending his
hand.

"Nice to meet you as well," Chester replied, and then
shook the man's hand.

"Anything you need let me know.  So glad you friend of
Misser Bradley.  He tell you, old Srichaphan fix you
up very good.  Special rate for friend of Misser
Bradley," the man said.  "You two stay for show?
First live show good tonight.  Very hot! Make you sooo
hard!"

"Yes, I think my friend here ought to see one of them.
 I'm sure he'll be pleased," David Bradley replied.

"Fine, you enjoy!  You need anything after let me
know.  Pleased to meet you Misser Davidson," Mr.
Srichaphan said, then bowed slightly and headed back
toward the front of the club.

"Interesting man," Chester had commented as he watched
him leave.

"Yes, and probably one of the richest locals around.
He owns many other bars but this is his pet," David
Bradley commented.

The music ended, and there was loud applause from the
patrons as the boys left the stage, some wiggling
their butts, as they left from sight.  Nadee, the
waiter, approached and set the drinks down upon the
table, bowed slightly, and then was on his way.

"Well, this is a little bigger drink than I thought,"
Chester commented, as he looked at he tall tumbler
that contained a bluish colored drink accented with
multi-colored umbrellas and a straw.

"Just drink it slowly, my friend.  Two of these and
you will be crawling on the floor," David Bradley
commented, then raised his glass and took a sip.

David did the same, and found that the drink tasted
heavily of coconut, but had a distinctive after kick.
At about that same time, there had been a short
fanfare over the speakers and a young Thai man,
dressed in a tuxedo, came out onto the stage carrying
a microphone.

"Gentleman!  We so glad you all come this evening!  We
have many live show for you tonight.  First we welcome
special guest.  Misser Bradley here tonight with
good-looking friend.  We know, good looking friend is
not why Misser Bradley here," the Master of Ceremonies
said, prompting laughter from the crowd and from David
Bradley, and at the same time prompting Chester to
wonder why the American was worthy of such
recognition.

"We have for you now, special show!  Tonight, for
first live performance, we present one that favorite
of you all.  "The Palace of Infinite Delights"
present, "Beautiful White Spray!" the Master of
Ceremonies announced, prompting applause from the
patrons.

"Oh this will be good," David Bradley commented loudly
over the noise, prompting Chester to wonder
immediately what was in store.

What Chester did not know, of course, was that for the
performance, a young boy between the ages of thirteen
and fifteen, that had been selected a month earlier,
was always used.

For one month, the lad would have had his cock and
balls encased by a special wire cage, shaped not
unlike a large penis and locked into place.   As a
consequence although it was possible for the boy to
urinate, as he needed to, it was totally impossible
for him to touch his cock. Consequently, the youth
would have gone an entire month without masturbating.

There was a fanfare and a curtain opened, revealing a
naked youth, cock-cage still in place, suspended in a
metal frame, his arms and legs stretched out and bound
so that his body looked like an "X."  An older Thai
male then came out onto the stage and removed the
metal cage encasing the boy's cock.

Soon, two boys, who appeared to be about the subject's
same age, appeared on stage with large white feathers
in their hands and immediately began to pass them all
over the naked body of the suspended youth.  The
audience tittered and laughed as the lad began to moan
and groan.

Then, there was a smattering of applause as the two
boys with the feathers stood back and pointed at the
bound youth's now hard cock, which Jeffrey noticed was
rather a good size for an Asian youth.

For some time longer, the boys used the feathers all
over the bound youth's body paying special attention
to his cock and balls.  Everyone could see the
tremendous reaction the youth had to such attention,
as his squirmed and he gasped and groaned, and Chester
could see pre-cum began to leak from the tip of the
boy's penis.

As he had watched, Chester could only imagine what the
boy was pleading in Thai, but surmised he was quite
probably communicating his desperate need to cum. Yet,
it was only the beginning.

What happened next, was a continual procession of
boys, three at a time, that progressed on stage and
nibbled, licked, and sucked, at all parts of the
restrained lad's body.  Briefly, one of the boys would
nibble and lick the restrained youth's nipples, while
another would run his tongue over the head of his cock
and the third would part his butt cheeks and began to
tongue his hole.   Of course, the three boys did all
of that very briefly and the restrained youth was
beside himself when they stopped, babbling some
gibberish in Thai.

By the time the fifth set of boys began their nibbling
and sucking, the boy restrained in the metal frame was
delirious from the need to cum and his prick was
oozing a ribbon of pre-cum, like a sparkling spider
web, that dripped to the floor.

Finally, once the last set of boys finished, an older
boy appeared on stage with a large electric dildo,
lubed it, and then inserted it up the butt of the
restrained youth as he struggled and yelped.  Then,
moans and groans soon ensued from the lad and
progressed from gasps to yelps as the speed of the
vibrating dildo was adjusted upward by the control
that the older boy held in his hand.

For awhile, the setting was left at its highest level,
then two other boys came out on stage and released the
youth from his restraints.  When they did so, the boy,
dildo still in his butt, immediately dropped to his
knees and frantically began to frig his prick.  It
didn't take long!

"Eiiiiiiiiiiii! Ahhhhhhhh!" The boy screamed, and jets
of hot teen spunk sprayed the crowd clear back to the
seventh row of patrons.

There was thunderous applause from the crowd,
including David Bradley.  Chester, however, politely
clapped, not having seen anything like it before and
wondering if the boys loved performing in such a
manner.

"Well, what do you think?" David Bradley asked.

"Well, it certainly is different.  I've never seen
anything like it."

"Oh, just wait for the next one.  It goes on for
hours."

"Really?"

"Yes.  Would you like another drink?"

"Uh, yes, I believe I would," Chester had replied.

David Bradley motioned to the waiter, Nadee, and got
his attention, signaling for two more drinks.

There was another brief fanfare and again the Master
of Ceremonies appeared upon the stage.  This time the
curtain remained open and a crew of men began placing
rubber mats upon the stage and there were murmurs in
the audience as a result.

"Gentleman!  By popular demand we bring back tonight a
favorite.  Long time since we bring you this special
event.  I see we ready, so, "The Palace of Infinite
Delights" proud to present for you "Mutual Happiness!"
the Master of Ceremonies said, followed by thunderous
applause from the patrons.

"You will find this very interesting," David Bradley
said, and then turned his gaze toward the stage.

Immediately, four boys, that Jeffrey guessed to be in
their late teens because of their physical size, pubic
hair, and other features, came out upon the stage,
paired up and began to kiss.  Soon, the two couples
were down upon the mats going after it sucking and
licking each other.

After a bit, four more naked boys, a little younger
than the first four, entered upon the stage and moved
into the pile.  Then, four more boys, even younger,
entered onto the stage and added themselves to the
mix.  Before long, four more appeared that appeared
even younger and soon the entire stage was one,
writhing mass of naked boy flesh.

There were older boys with adult-sized pricks, younger
boys with small pricks, thin boys, muscular boys, all
sucking and fucking and writhing among the piles of
naked flesh in an attempt to gain some relief.  Yet,
even when they did, it seemed to last no longer than a
minute or so.

"Good grief!" Chester had exclaimed.

"What's wrong, Chester?  You aren't enjoying the
show?"  David Bradley had asked.

"Well, I mean, well, it's just I've never witnessed
anything so frantic sexually!"

"Oh dear!  Yes, I forgot you have probably never seen
anything like this before.  Well, you see an hour
before the performance all of the boys, no matter what
their ages, are given injections of a highly potent
aphrodisiac combined with an additional drug that will
keep their dicks hard for hours. The result is that
any benefit they get from an orgasm lasts only a short
time before they are again overwhelmed with a powerful
urge to cum again," David Bradley explained.

"Good God!" Chester had exclaimed, and immediately
wondered what it would be like to have one of the boys
back home in such a state.

Jeffrey turned his gaze toward the stage again and
watched in amazement as a smaller boy was rolled
almost into a ball by an older one with a big dick who
began to fuck him wildly, ultimately blowing his load
up the kid's butt.  Then, he let him go and
frantically searched for another vacant hole to put
his still-hard cock in.

The young boys, as well, seemed driven by the same
desire, and if they couldn't find a mouth or butt to
put their pricks in they frantically frigged them in
an attempt to get off again.

Naturally, boys being as they usually are, the older
and stronger ones prevailed, and it wasn't unusual
that some younger boy would be sucking a cock and
getting fucked at the same time while he jerked his
dink in order to get off himself.

Chester had sipped on his drink and found it
impossible to avert his eyes from the obscene
spectacle he was witnessing. However, other patrons,
those that were used to such events, seemed to
continue on with their conversations, only
occasionally glancing at the stage when there was a
loud yelp or squeal or loud cry of pleasure.

Soon, the smell of cum began to drift into the
audience as it leaked out of dilated assholes and
spewed out of teenaged cocks onto the mats as the
older boys masturbated, no vacant mouth or hole being
available at the moment.

As the live show progressed, one younger kid, the
smallest of the lot, was obviously so tired that he
almost couldn't move.  Yet, the older boys started
passing him around like a football from one pair of
them to another, cum dripping from his mouth and open
hole as he was passed to the next twosome that would
stick their cocks up his ass and down his throat.

"Uh, you said there were other clubs in the area?"
Chester had asked, wondering what went on in them.

"Why yes, several others.  However, this is especially
good.  It will go on for sometime.  In fact, the boy's
howls of relief will eventually become croaks, David
Bradley had replied.

"Well, I do have some things to attend to.  I really
need to get back to the hotel anyway.  Give me a call
in the morning.  Maybe we can try some of the other
spots," Chester had said.

"Sure!  Sorry you have to go.  The next act is really
great.  Virgin kid gets it from a big dick.  Always a
lively performance," David Bradley replied.

"Yeah, I'm sure it is.  But, just the same, I need to
get back.  How much do I owe you for the drinks?"

"My treat, don't worry about it.  I think I may stay
and sample a treat before I head back."

"Oh? I just thought you hooked up with them and they
came to the hotel or something," Chester replied.

"Oh no, it's all done here.  The rooms for all that
are upstairs.  If you want something at the hotel then
Chi, the Bell-Captain, is the guy you need to see,"
David Bradley replied.

"Well thanks, see you tomorrow then," Chester had
said, and had gotten up from the table and began to
weave his way through the crowd to the front door of
the establishment.

The cab ride back didn't seem to be as hectic as the
one earlier, there being less traffic, and in no time
at all Chester had paid the driver and was walking
through the lobby toward the elevator and his room.

To be continued