Date: Thu, 22 Dec 2005 08:21:47 -0600
From: Justin Davis <justin0398@gmail.com>
Subject: A Christmas Karel by Justin Davis (M/t, mast, oral, anal, incest)

The following story contains graphic sexual scenes involving older males
and younger males. 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.

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Author's note: With apologies to Charles Dickens I offer the following
story:


A Christmas Karel

By

Justin Davis

The four-person enclosed carriage, its ebony exterior gleaming even in
the dim afternoon light, lumbered along the cobblestone street slowly,
the flakes of snow wafting down as if someone was sprinkling them lightly
from the sky. It was Christmas Eve, and Viscount, Lord Richard, Davis,
the carriage's occupant, couldn't help but let his mind wander back
thirty years as the carriage headed slowly toward the street where the
"naughty boys" plied their trade.

Christmas Past

Thirteen-year-old Richard shivered as his Uncle, Viscount, Lord Albert,
Davis explored his naked body with his hands, sending gooey shock waves
clear down to his toes.

"Oh! Oooooooooooooo!" Richard cooed, as his Uncle's mouth and tongue went
to work on his left nipple.

"You like that don't you, my pet?" his Uncle asked, diverting his
attention for a moment from savoring his nephew's nipple.

"Oh yes, Uncle Albert," Richard answered, his voice full of lust.

"Well, you shall have more of it then," his Uncle replied, going back to
work on his nephew's nipple, then reached down and began to fondle his
nephew's four-inch penis that was already so hard that the foreskin was
fully retracted.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!" Richard moaned, as the gooey feelings only intensified.

"Let's take care of each other for awhile, shall we?" Richard's uncle
eventually said, stopping his sucking of Richard's nipples and
re-positioning himself upon the bed.

"Oh yessssssssss!" Richard hissed, as his uncle slurped his hard peter
into his mouth.

Richard groaned as his uncle began to swirl his tongue over the sensitive
head. Then, he reached out and took hold of his uncle's huge, hard,
member with his hand, drew it toward his mouth, and then slurped the
purple knob into it, prompting a moan from his uncle, as the two lay on
their sides in an incestuous sixty-nine.

For awhile, the two pleasured each other in that position, Richard being
accustomed to the whole thing. He had been having sex with his uncle
since he was eleven, his uncle having taken him in when his parents and
been killed in a shipwreck on their return passage from American. Then,
Richard whimpered slightly with lustful expectation when his uncle
removed his mouth from his peter and began to reposition him upon the
bed, for he knew what was to come as his skinny legs were pushed back.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh! Ooooooooooo!" Richard exclaimed, as his uncle began to eat
his hole out as he had done many times before.

Then, there was nothing but a litany of moans from Richard as his uncle's
tongue began to alternately lap at his hole and then probe deeply inside
with his tongue, sending gooey shock wave after shock wave over his body.

"Oh! Mmmmmmmmmm!" Richard soon exclaimed, as his uncle began to slurp on
his hard peter again and fuck his bum with two of his fingers, which was
something his uncle had been doing almost every time lately.

For awhile, Richard's uncle slurped on his peter and his balls, as he
worked his fingers in an out of his nephew's rectum, the boy moaning and
groaning loudly.

Then, he decided it was time.

"It's time for the ultimate union, my pet," Richard's uncle announced,

"Oh Uncle Albert! I don't know!" Richard replied.

"It's Christmas Eve, my pet. We've talked about this before. You
promised! Remember? We both agreed to wait until Christmas Eve so it
would be special," Richard's uncle reminded him.

"I'm scared," Richard whimpered in response.

"I will be as gentle as I can, my pet."

"You're just so big! It's won't be like your fingers. It's going to
hurt!"

"Some, yes. It always does the first time. I remember my first time. But,
it won't hurt for long. You'll see. Now come on, I'll go slow."

"Oh, Uncle Albert. Please! I'm sooooooo scared."

"Come come, my sweet pet! We shall be one at last," Richard's uncle
replied, as

he positioned his nephew under him and pushed his legs back, Richard
beginning to whimper loudly as he did so.

"Oh no!" Richard cried out, as he felt the massive purple head kiss his
hole.

"Don't fight it, my pet! It'll only make it hurt more. Once I'm in you
I'll wait for a bit. Now here we go!" his uncle said.

"Ohhhhhh! Unnnnnnnhhhhh! Arrrrrrrrrgggggggggghhhhhhh!" Richard exclaimed,
as the purple knob pressed harder and harder against his anus then popped
into his rectum. "It hurts! It hurts!" Richard wailed, and began to cry.

"Try to relax! I'm holding still, my boy, until you're ready," Richard's
uncle said, replied, the head of his huge cock encased in such warm
tightness that it actually hurt a bit. "Is the pain almost gone?" he
asked, a few minutes later, prompting his nephew to bite his lower lip
and nod his head that it was. "Good!" Uncle Albert replied, and pushed
his hips forward a bit, prompting his nephew to cry out again as half of
the massive tube invaded his rectum.

It took some time, that first time, before all of the massive cock was in
Richard's bottom and his uncle's pubes rested on his bum. The heat from
the huge fireplace had both their bodies bathed in sweat by that time and
Richard was betwixt pain and pleasure. Uncle Albert had begun to slowly
masturbate Richard's peter for him, causing his butt to loosen somewhat
as the huge pole went deeper and deeper into his insides. Then, when his
uncle had begun to fuck him, Richard's whimpers had turned to groans.
Pain gave way to the strangest pleasure Richard had ever felt and minutes
later he was wailing loudly as he spewed sperm pellets all over his
tummy. Then, moments later, he grunted as he felt the flood of warmth
caused by his uncle's sperm spewing into his insides.

Sometime, in the wee hours of the morning, Richard fell asleep cuddled up
against his uncle with the softening tube still deep within him, his
Uncle having fucked him once again before the night was done.

Christmas Present

Richard chuckled as he came back to reality and the carriage turned onto
the street where the "naughty boys" could be found about, usually of
varying ages from terribly young to those in their late teens.

As the carriage lumbered along slowly Richard intently peered out the
windows looking for what it was he sought. Yet, as the carriage moved
along, the boys scattered here and there leaning against the gaslight
lamp posts or buildings, and staring hopefully at the ebony carriage as
it passed, were too old, and Richard sighed as a result. Then, he saw
him!

"Arnold! Arnold! Stop!" Lord Davis ordered, banging on the roof of the
carriage with his walking stick.

Immediately, the carriage abruptly pulled to a halt and Lord Davis
propped his hands upon the golden knob of his walking stick and smiled.
There he was, the urchin, fourteen, if that, his curly mop sticking out
from under his cap. The ragged clothes were obvious, as was the fact that
he was trying to solicit money from a fine-looking gentleman, dressed
formally in his cape, and the lady that accompanied him.

"I shall speak to that one, Arnold!" Lord Davis said, sticking his head
out the window of the carriage.

"But, my Lord! We've much to go yet! He's such a scrawny lad! It's been
fifteen years we been a lookin!" his manservant Arnold replied, prompting
Lord Davis to chuckle.

"Ah Arnold! After all these years, you haven't learned me yet. Go fetch
him! He's the one! Tell him to come here!" Lord Davis replied.

Richard watched as Arnold trotted across the street and began to speak to
the lad, prompting the lad to glance toward the carriage then back at
Arnold. Richard couldn't help but smile as the lad accompanied his
manservant back toward where the carriage sat.

"Get in, boy! I'll have a word with you!" Richard said, opening the door
so the boy could climb in.

"This is a nice carriage, Your Lordship! Very fancy, if I say so myself,"
the boy said, having plopped himself down in the seat opposite Lord Davis
and smiling.

"Yes, indeed! Cost me a handsome sum at that! What brings you out on
Christmas Eve?" Richard asked.

"Uh, I'm on the blob trying to get some money for food, Your Lordship,"
the boy replied.

"Oh? You're family in need of food, then?" Lord Davis asked, noting how
the boy's eye's sparkled like blue gems beneath his grit smudged face.

"I don't have no family, sir," the boy replied.

"I see. No relatives?"

"Not that amount to much, Your Lordship. Dad and me Mum were killed in
that big train crash four years ago near Kent. I been pretty much on me
own since then."

"So, where do you live?"

"I lives with some of me friends. We lives in the basement of a tenement
not far from here. It ain't much but it's warm, sir. We keep the boiler
stoked during the winter, sir. The landlord let's us stay there."

"I see. What's your name, boy?"

"Karel, sir!"

"Carol? That's usually a girl's name."

"It's spelled K-A-R-E-L, sir. Me dad's grandmum was Swedish and Polish,
Your Lordship," the boy replied.

"Oh, I see," Richard responded, seeing immediately how the boy's ancestry
probably led to his blonde hair and blue eyes. "How old are you, Karel?"
Richard asked.

"I'm fourteen, Your Lordship," the boy replied.

"Well, I'll come to the point, young man. I'm looking for a young man to
spend Christmas and New Year's with me," Richard said.

"Uh, you ain't got no family of your own, sir?"

"No! My parents were killed in a shipwreck when I was ten. My uncle was
my only family and he died years ago."

"Oh, I'm sorry about that, Your Lordship."

"Well, you needn't be, lad! My uncle left me both his title and his
fortune. I have faired very well."

"Indeed you have, sir," the boy replied, glancing around at the posh
interior of the carriage. "Them togs you is wearing tells a bit too, Your
Lordship," the boy replied, referring to Richard's top hat, and
fur-collared overcoat.

"So, young Karel, you want to spend Christmas in a basement hovel with
your friends or come with me?" Richard asked.

"Well, I don't usually go with gentlemen to their houses, Your Lordship.
It's usually on the fly," the boy said, prompting Lord Davis to laugh.

"Ah, you've been around then, I see?" Richard replied.

"Uh, begging Your Lordship's pardon, I may not be educated and all, but,
I knows why you finer gentlemen come down to The Rookery," Karel said.

"I see. Well, go on! You seem to be pretty much smarter than you look!"

"Well, it's like this, Your Lordship. I knows you types come down here to
dab it up with us boys. And, I guesses you is on the randy for the
Holiday Season."

"I have no earthly idea what you are saying lad, but go on!"

"Well, Your Lordship, I just needs to know, sir! No offense meant! You
ain't a Nobbler or nothing like that are yah?" Karel asked.

"Nobbler?"

"It's a bloke into spanking and other strange goings on, Your Lordship,"
Karel replied, prompting Richard to burst out laughing.

"No, I'm not one of those," Richard eventually said, after he had
regained his composure.

"I just likes to be careful," the boy replied, prompting Richard to
chuckle.

"Well, I think you're aware of what I'm after, boy. You wouldn't be
working this street if you weren't. So, let me get to the point. If you
come with me you'll spend Christmas through New Year's at my home. You'll
do as I ask. If you do well, I'll pay you 100 pounds at the end of that
time."

"One hundred pounds, Your Lordship?"

"Maybe more, if you work out well."

"Uh, you ain't into doin any funny business is you?" the boy asked.

"Good heavens boy! I told you that I'm not!" Richard exclaimed.

"Uh, I'm sorry, Your Lordship! I didn't mean no offense. It's just that a
boy's got to be careful about things or he can get himself hurt. Me
friend, Timmy, he went away for a weekend with a fine gentleman such as
you. He came back a mess he did, all covered with bruises, and burned
places, and welts from where he had been whipped and bleeding from his
bum cause all kinds of things had been shoved in it. Strung him up all
weekend the gentlemen did! We thought he was gonna die, we did. He's been
glockey ever since," the lad replied.

"Glockey?"

"Kind of crazy, Your Lordship. He don't have his wits about him much no
more."

"I can certainly understand why you'd want to be careful, then. I can
assure you, you don't have to worry about such with me. Now, which will
it be? The Holiday Season with me or your friends?" Richard asked.

"With you, Your Lordship. I should like that very much," the lad replied,
and smiled broadly, showing a set of perfect white teeth.

"Arnold! Let's go home!" Richard said, hanging his head out the widow of
the carriage.

"Aye, My Lord! Home it is!" his manservant replied, and jiggled the
reins, prompting the horses to began to pull the carriage toward the
multi-storied Brownstone that was home.

Several hours later, as Lord Davis sat in the sitting room before the
fire, dressed in his dressing gown and slippers and reading the financial
section of "The Evening Times," Arnold, his manservant, entered the room
carrying a silver tray upon which a crystal decanter of Brandy sat along
with a glass.

"Your brandy, My Lord," Arnold said, and set the tray down upon the table
beside Richard.

"How's our young guest?" Richard asked.

"Full of three helpings of Mrs. Roberts kidney pie and scrubbed pink as
the day he was born, My Lord. Although, he did put up a bit of a fuss
about me bathing him," Arnold replied, prompting Richard to chuckle.

"Well? Did I make a good pick?" Richard asked.

"Yes, My Lord! You will be most pleased!"

"Oh really? How so?" Richard asked, prompting his manservant to clear his
throat.

"Well, sir, the boy is very well, uh, shall we say, equipped for his size
and age," Arnold replied.

"I see. That is delightful. Anything else?" Richard asked.

"Well, I suspect, My Lord, that he's almost a virgin. Someone's had his
bum a few times, but not many. There's very little sign of heavy
activity."

"Wonderful!" And the clothes?"

"We tried the suit of clothes on for tomorrow and it was a perfect fit,
My Lord. I suspect everything else will fit as well, although he
complained about the shoes being too tight and the undergarments. I
suspect in the first case, it's because they are new and in the second
case because he doesn't seem to be used to wearing anything under his
shirt and trousers, My Lord."

"I see. Well, send him to me so I can have a look at him all scrubbed and
clean!"

"He's outside waiting now, My Lord. I'll let him in."

"Richard, Lord Davis, poured himself a glass of brandy and took a sip as
Arnold opened the door.

"His Lordship wishes you to come in," Arnold said.

"Good God!" Richard muttered under his breath as the lanky lad entered
the room dressed only in a nightshirt.

The smudges of grime and soot were gone. The boy's face had almost an
angelic look and his blue eyes sparkled as he entered the room.

"Thank you, Arnold! You can leave us alone for a bit. Come boy! Have a
seat!" Richard said, pointing to the high back leather chair next to his.

"Yes, My Lord!" Richard's manservant replied, and exited the room,
closing the door behind him.

"Well! Don't you look all nice and clean! Did you find the bath to your
liking?" Richard asked.

"Uh, it was okay, Your Lordship. Very fancy tub indeed, sir, and! I ain't
ever seen a crapper like that one I ain't," the boy replied, prompting
Richard to chuckle.

"Well, I'm glad you found it to your liking. Was the food okay?"

"Oh my! Yes, Your Lordship! That's the best kidney pie I ever done ate.
Mrs. Roberts, the cook, sir, must surely be the best!"

"Well, you shall have more if you want, lad! How did you like your
clothes for tomorrow?"

"Them's the nicest togs I ever seen, Your Lordship. I don't look like
myself in them. Don't feel much right either, with the shoes and all."

"I see. Well, I'm afraid you'll have to humor me. You must be properly
dressed for Christmas dinner. And another thing, please call me Uncle
Richard," Richard said.

"Uncle Richard, sir?"

"Yes, I'm afraid you'll have to do that for me," Richard replied.

"Well, seeings how Your Lordship is paying me so much, I'll call yah
Queen Victoria if you wants, sir." Karel replied, prompting Richard to
roar with laughter.

"Karel, you are a piece of work if I ever saw one. Would you care for a
sip of brandy? You're old enough I expect."

"No thanks, Your Lord----Uh---I mean Uncle Richard. I ain't into the
cups. Too many of me friends are already into the cups and that's all
they think about."

"I see. Well, I shall be to bed shortly, then. Tell Arnold I said to show
you the way to my bedchamber," Richard replied.

"Yes, My----Uh---Uncle Richard," the boy replied, in a somewhat
unenthusiastic tone.

"You seem, crestfallen all of a sudden, my boy. Something the matter?"

"Well, it's just that, well, I guess this is where I starts earning me
keep ain't it?" Karel replied, prompting Richard to chuckle.

"Karel, I'm going to tell you something. For fifteen years, I've waited
for this moment. Fifteen Christmas Eves and I've come up empty. Then
today, I saw you."

"You ain't gonna hurt me are you, sir?"

"Karel, that is the most remote thing from my mind! Now, run along. I'll
be to bed shortly."

Richard finished his brandy and then headed up the stairs to his
bedchamber. As he entered, Karel, who was in the big canopied bed under
the blankets, was startled a bit.

"Already asleep?" Richard asked, as he began to remove his dressing gown.

"I guess I dozed off waiting on you, sir." Karel replied.

"Well, let's see if we can't keep you awake a little longer," Richard
replied, and pulled back the blankets and began to crawl into the bed
dressed only in his nightshirt. "You're lovely, Karel," Richard said, as
propped him self up on one elbow and looked at the boy.

"Thank you, sir," the boy replied.

"Everything about you is beautiful," Richard said, and reached out and
began to run his hand through Karel's blonde curls. "I'm sure lots of men
have told you that," Richard added.

"Not really, Your Lordship. It's always been on the fly, sir. I drops me
trousers and they does their thing and they pays me and is on their way."

"So, you've never been in bed with a man, then? And, call me Uncle
Richard," Richard reminded him.

"No sir, Uncle Richard, sir," the boy replied.

"Well, I'm glad. Come closer," Richard said, and reached out and put his
arm around the boy and pulled him to him. "Why, Karel! You're trembling,"
Richard said when the boy's body was against his.

"I'm sorry Uncle Richard, sir. I'm a might scared," Karel replied.

"Well, I've got just the thing for that," Richard replied, and reached
out toward the nightstand with his right hand, opened the drawer, and
removed a blue bottle from it. "Here, take a good swig of this," he said,
handing the bottle to the boy.

"What is it, sir?" Karel asked.

"It's laudanum. It'll relax you," Richard replied.

"I knows about it, sir. We gave it to Timmy when he was all hurt," Karel
replied.

"Well, then. Take a swig and we'll be on our way," Richard said, and
smiled.

For a moment, Karel stared at the blue bottle. Then, he uncorked it, took
a swig, swallowed the stuff, screwed up his face a bit, then replaced the
cork and handed the bottle back to Richard who set in upon the
nightstand.

"Now, let's see. Where were we," Richard said, and pulled the boy tight
up against him again so they could snuggle.

"You still feel scared?" Richard asked some moments later as he ran his
hands through the boy's blonde curls.

"I feels warm, sir. All over me self. What you is doin to me hair feels
good, sir," the boy replied.

"Well, you're going to feel much better, Karel. Let's get this nightshirt
off, shall we? I want to see what you really look like," Richard said,
and began to remove the boy's nightshirt.

Once he had removed Karel's nightshirt Richard pulled the blankets back
so that the boy's nakedness was revealed. As Arnold had said, for his age
the boy was very well equipped, having a very nice uncircumcised penis
and a lovely small bush of blonde pubes and walnut-sized balls.

"You're even more lovely than I thought," Richard commented, and smiled
at the boy, whose pupils were now so dilated that they almost consumed
much of the blue in his eyes.

"Thank you, sir." Karel replied.

"Karel, this won't be on the fly as you say. You are going to experience
pleasure you never knew. Now, just relax and enjoy," Richard said, and
moved his mouth toward the boy's left nipple.

Indeed, what the older man said was true and the room was filled with the
sound of Karel's moans, groans, and gasps. He squirmed like a baby seal,
as the older man's hungry mouth seemed intent on tasting every part of
his body. Slowly, like some large snail, the moistness crept over his
body sampling his ears, his neck, his armpits, his nipples, then slowly
downward to his navel where it again paused for a moment to lap at the
small blob of pre-cum that had already dripped from his hard penis. Then,
it moved onward toward his groin and began to sample the now-hard shaft
of his penis for awhile before it began to explore his inner thighs.

As the full-effect of the laudanum took hold, to Karel it was if he was
not part of his body, yet he knew he was. It was as if everything was in
slow motion and the waves of pleasure kept growing and growing. He felt
his legs being raised and he yelped as the hungry mouth and tongue went
to work on his bum hole.

"Oh!" he exclaimed, at the sudden absence of the moist mouth.

Then, he again yelped as the head of his hard penis was enveloped by the
warm moistness and swirling tongue. Indeed, this was no on the fly
experience where some gentleman paid to suck his peter and was on his
way. No, this was like something totally different. It was if he was in
another world, a world in which only pleasure existed.

Of course, for Richard, it was a feast of boy flesh unequaled. Oh, he had
had boys before on his travels abroad, but they weren't like this one,
for this was "the one" he had been waiting for for so long.

"Oh no!" Karel exclaimed at the sudden absence of the hungry from his
peter.

"In good time, my pet. You'll get a wonderful surprise," he heard the man
say, and through a fog watched as the man reached toward the nightstand,
opened the drawer, and pulled out a small black jar.

Karel wondered what if was for and watched as the man unscrewed the lid
and dipped his fingers into the jar and coated them with some white
substance then set it down upon the nightstand.

"Now, I think I should get back to work," the man said, as his head moved
back downward toward the boy's groin area again.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" Karel cried out, as the man's warm mouth swiftly enveloped
his penis again, this time burying it all the way down his throat.

Almost frantically, the boy grabbed hold of Richard's head with his hands
in hopes of not letting the hungry mouth get away again.

"Oh no! Owwwwww! Ooooooooooo!" Karel exclaimed, as Richard's cream-coated
fingers invaded his bum hole and began to slowly fuck him while he
continued to suck his peter.

If he could have, with a mouth full of the boy's peter, Richard would
have smiled as Karel began to fuck back on his fingers, for fingers in
the boy's bottom was not what he ultimately had on his mind. It would
take only a little time before the special ingredients in the cream he
had bought in China went to work. Soon, they would begin to numb the
boy's hole and relax it. It was a special lubricant meant to ease the
discomfort of a boy's first fuck and Richard knew that when he could get
three fingers into Karel's bottom with ease he would be ready to be
filled with the huge cock that strained for release under his nightshirt.

Shock waves began to course throughout Karel's body as the fingers fucked
his bum. They were hitting something inside him causing extraordinary
pleasure. It wasn't like when the older boy Charles had invaded his bum
with his peter those times. No, this was different. He had to have more
pleasure. He just had to! And, he discovered that if he hunched at the
invading fingers he got it. Then, they were gone, and so was the
pleasure.

Again, Karel felt his legs being raised and this time as he looked
downward, he caught only a brief glimpse of the man's huge penis before
his body was hovering over him blocking the view. Suddenly, there was a
sharp pain, and Karel cried out and began to whimper in response. Then,
there was a sudden rush of fullness and the pain was gone as quickly as
it had come. Yet, Karel couldn't help but to continue to whimper as a
result of how full his insides felt and from the fact that the huge penis
was all in his bum.

"Oh, so warm and tight you are, my pet. Let's journey together now," the
man said, and began to rock his hips slowly.

At first, Karel resented the invasion. Yet, his resentment was
short-lived. Deep down inside, the gooey feelings were starting again.
This time much stronger than before.

"Oh, Uncle Richard!" he heard himself say, and instinctively he wrapped
his arms around the older man's neck, for this wasn't like the older boy
Charles at all. This was totally different.

Again and again, shock waves began to wrack his body and nothing had ever
felt so good. No mouth that had ever sucked his peter or wank he had ever
had was even close. And still, the gooey feelings got stronger and
stronger and he wasn't even touching himself. It couldn't be! It was
impossible!

"Let it happen, my pet! It's okay! We have all night! We'll let this be
our quick one," the man whispered into his ear.

"Oh harder! Please harder!" Karel heard himself cry out, not believing
that he was pleading to have his bum fucked, yet also not believing that
he was indeed about to cum.

Suddenly, it was if he whole body was one giant bubble swelling to
incredible proportions. Then, in an explosion of pleasure so violent it
was if a white light was blinding him, Karel cried out and came, his
penis squirting sperm all over his stomach and chest at the same time as
the man above him groaned and flooded his insides with sperm.

"Are you okay?" Richard asked later, as the two lay on their sides
snuggled together afterward.

"Yes sir!" Karel replied, nodding his head that he was. "I knew you was
gonna get me bum but I didn't know it would be like that. I blew off and
didn't even touch me self," he said, prompting Richard to chuckle and
kiss his ear.

"It'll be even better the next time. It'll take longer. You'll see,"
Richard replied, and kissed the boy on the cheek.

True to his word, the second time was even better for Karel. He had two
orgasms before Richard filled his insides with sperm again, and so was
the third in the wee hours of the morning. Exhausted the two fell asleep
cuddled together, Karel with the man's softening cock still inside him.

Christmas Future

The black Rolls Royce limousine moved quietly and slowly down the street
in the part of London where the "naughty boys" plied their trade and
Viscount, Lord David, Davis peered out the window looking intently for
what he sought.

"I remember bringing your Uncle Karel down here many a Christmas Eve
before he found you and adopted you, Your Lordship," the aging
white-haired driver commented. "Ten Christmas Eves it took it did. I was
just a young man then."

"Yes, Uncle Karel would tell me the story every Christmas Eve. What does
this make now, Harold, twelve or thirteen we've been coming down here?"

"Thirteen, Your Lordship," Harold replied, prompting David to sigh.

Then, something caught his eye.

"Harold, quick! Pull over to the curb," David said, prompting his driver
pull the Rolls over to the curb and come to a stop directly across the
street from a sandy-haired lad dressed in a studded black leather jacket
who was leaning up against a lamppost.

"He's a bit scrawny ain't he, Your Lordship?" Harold commented as he
sized up the lad.

"No, he's perfect," David replied. Fetch him for me!"

David watched as Harold walked across the street and then began to
converse with the boy who glanced several times at the black Rolls as he
did so. Then, he smiled as the two came toward him.

"Well, just don't stand there, boy, it's cold out! Get in!" David said,
after Harold had opened the door to allow the boy to climb into the back
seat. "What's your name, boy?" David asked, as the lad with the sandy mop
plopped himself down next to him on the back seat.

"Robert, sir!"

"I see. Nice common name! Well, Robert, how old are you?" David asked.

"Just turned thirteen, sir."

"Just turned thirteen! Well, I bet your folks gave you a big party!"
David replied.

"Not really, sir. I lives with me Aunt. Mum died when I was nine and I
don't know who me dad is. Mum don't talk about him, sir."

"I see. So, your Aunt lets you come down here?" David asked.

"She don't know no different, sir. She spends most of her time drinking
up her pension check, sir."

"I see. Well, young Robert. I'll get right to the point. I'm looking for
a lad such as yourself to spend Christmas with me. Your Aunt will have to
approve, of course. You interested?" David asked.

"I might be, sir. You ain't into weird stuff are you, sir?"

"Weird stuff?"

"You know, sir. Chains and whips and things, sir," the lad replied,
prompting David to chuckle.

"No, I'm not that way," David replied.

"How much, then?" the boy asked.

"Well, if you're good, how does 500 pounds sound?"

"Five hundred pounds for one bloody night!"

"Maybe for much longer than one night. We'll see how it goes," David
said.

"I'll telephone me Aunt from your place and tell her I'm spending
Christmas at my friend Tommy's house. She wont' know no different. Let's
go, sir!" the lad replied eagerly, and smiled.

"Are you sure, lad? I think you know what I'll expect." David said.

"I imagine the usual as most gentlemen that comes down here that I go
home with, sir. And, I expects for that much money you're gonna wanna
fuck me bum." the lad replied, prompting David to chuckle.

"So, you've had your bum fucked?" David asked.

"Only three or four times, sir. But, it was for way less than what you're
offering. I'll cry and carry on, I always does. And, me hole will be sore
for a few days. But, I'll get over it. I always does." the lad replied,
prompting David to chuckle.

"Well, lad, you seem perfect! Harold, let's go home!"

"Aye, Your Lordship. Home it is!" Harold replied, and steered the Rolls
away from the curb toward the Davis mansion and another historic
Christmas Eve.

The End