Date: Mon, 09 Aug 1999 17:32:33 PDT From: DEBONAIR Subject: GINGER CHICKEN (m/b) *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* This is a work of FICTION for ADULTS only. Do NOT read this if you are under 18 or if you are not an adult according to the laws of your state or country. Do NOT read this if you are easily offended or if you are not interested in fantasies involving young boys. This file contains sexually explicit material. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Feel free to distribute this story or archive it at your favorite site without altering its content. (man/boy, boy/boy) GINGER CHICKEN by DEBONAIR PART 1 of 2. The plane landed shortly after eight in Thailand. It was to be the last country I visited on my asian escapade. To tell the truth, the new Siam didn't appeal to me. I had explored so far, mysterious Japan, rich and modern Hong Kong, communist China and the paradises of Indonesia. The polluted nation caught in the middle of changing times had very little to offer compared to its rivals. I had already witnessed the confronting lifestyles of poor and fortunate in South America years before. As I wandered on the avenues to my hotel, everything seemed gray and dull. People trudging nonchalantly. Car drivers swerving dangerously with nobody complaining. The whole city was polite and sedated. The harassing street vendors annoyed me. Guess I was tired and needed the rest. As I reached the tourist area where my hotel was, little girls tugged on my arms, holding on for dear life, trying to sell me flowers. The more direct ones chanting 'blow job' on the crowded sidewalk, ripping my sleeve. I wasn't dumb enough to ignore the fact that the place was a haven for prostitution and child sex. Behind these innocent facades lived accomplished whores. Seeking to avoid further embarassment, I raised my upper limbs whenever one of these nymphettes approached me. I was a flaming homosexual ever since my teenage years. But it was useless to even attempt explaining to them that they were barking up the wrong tree. The hotel was decent. I was running out of cash, so the undecorated room would have to do. Depositing my bags on the bed, my stomach gurggled. I had spotted a Mcdonald's just across the street and was eager to sample again the sweet taste of fat. The restaurant made me feel like I was back in America. I ordered a big mac and sat on the uncomfortable bench. Some local kids were eating french fries quietly. A group of three coffee-colored boys were in my line of sight. The oldest one of about sixteen was very cute in a way. His unblemished face smiled wholeheartdly as they chatted in their own tongue. I hadn't jacked-off for a week and the teen's sexy denim shorts affected greatly my unsatisfied prick. The simple possibility that I could probably share my bed with him made me rock hard. Our gazes met across the aisle. The young males argued for a while and I was shocked to see the youngest one rise and take a seat next to me. The seven-year-old imp had big eyes and grinned slyly. He put his hand on my crotch, fondling gently my erect member through my jeans. I feared my horniness would take over my reason. The two other lads were chuckling, watching my obvious virginity to man/boy sollicitation. The opportunity to have sex with minors had never presented itself. I had fantasised about it like everybody else. But never really planned to act on it. The whole scene seemed natural and pleasant to the youngster. He giggled gleefully noticing my face reddening. I was aware that these boys needed the money to survive and was prepared to hand him a few bucks just for his boldness. In the end, I opted otherwise. Probably yearning to see for myself if the stories were true. Like Judas I required clear evidence to make my judgement. There was still the aspect of visibility I wasn't secure with. Although, nobody around seemed to care about the young child beside the tourist. I still didn't wanna be seen entering the hotel with the boy. The news reports of men arrested here for the same crime flashed in my mind. I wrote on a piece of paper my room number and hurried out the door, hoping to lose the kid far behind. I waited on the mattress, my heart missing a few beats. The low rapping of the boy's knuckles on the door had me bolting up. I let the underfed rascal inside and he shook his fist saying "Twenty! Twenty!". I understood he was strictly a wanker and nodded my head. The young tyke removed his sandals and undressed without shame in front of me. I never thought the hairless frame of a child would arouse me. As I surveyed his firm butt and brown genitals, I was. He leaped in my embrace and I kissed his smooth skin. Nibbling on his tits, biting lovingly his tender buttocks and engulfing his entire scrotum in my mouth. All the time, the seven-year-old tried to unzip my pants. I allowed him to do so. My penis was at full mast, all seven steely inches. My helmet was flaring and covered with pre-cum. He gripped it in his fist and began masturbating me right away, his stubby fingers barely wrapping around my thick shaft. I didn't close my eyes, to focus on the effervescent kid giving me a fanstastic hand job. My moans made him smile. He jerked his little hand with more vigor and I cooed. Once in a while, he took a break and explored my heavy ballsac or my hairy bush. I caressed his little bum with my long arm. The boy kept saying words I didn't comprehend, perhaps cursing me. I didn't care. With two hands he worked on my cock, rubbing and squeezing. The young wanker was very good. I felt the pleasure peak in my organ and spewed my abundant seed on my chest. He continued to choke my cock, milking all the juice out of it. Some of my semen oozed on his thumb. He brought it to his lips and ate the creamy dollop. I slept soundly that night. The images of the precocious cutie dancing in my dreams. -=- The next day, I visited the capital. Returning to my goal of learning about the culture. Bangkok had lost its blanket of sexuality and I longed for the evening to bring it back. Without it, it was dreary and unexciting. I found out that Bangkok meant, 'Wild Plum' and Thailand, 'Land of the free'. Both qualifiers very true for the exhuberance of the nightly crowd. I passed a small park and was mesmerized by the young children roller skating on a rink of cement. The boys and girls pranced gracefully on the rented equipment. The breeze flowing in their straight dark hair gave a dignified elegance to their slender bodies. I sprawled at the feet of a large tree and stared at the sexy behinds of the pre-pubescent males. The skates provided a few inches extra. Their little asses were perched high upon their long lean bare legs. All of the boys had removed their t-shirts. I drooled, riveting my eyes on their undevelopped torsos. "Nice butts uh?" a voice spoke, waking me from my trance. I raised my head and welcomed the individual with a frown. He was about my age, 35 and sported an ideal tan. "Can I sit with you?" the man inquired. "Sure." "So do you like boys or girls?" I froze for a second at the blunt question. "Boys." my lips pronounced hesitantly. I couldn't believe I was admitting this to a perfect stranger. "Ah! Good choice. Have you experienced any of these forbidden beauties?" "No. Not really." I lied. "Well you should. It's pretty much accepted here. And they can only drag you to jail if you get caught in the act...My name is Richard by the way?" "Harry." I brightened up, shaking the exentric man's paw. "You see Harry, the girls here do it to get money for school. But boys do it mostly for materialistic reasons. New clothes and videogames. So they are much more inclined to let go and have fun." "Fun? Do you think it's fun to be forced into prostitution?" I argued with my interlocutor. "It depends of course. Some boys don't like it I avow. You just need to find the ones that do. Who else is gonna give them money? Most of these kids come from rural areas and their parents barely scrape by to feed their own mouths. Do you seriously believe the government cares about these rats? They haven't lifted one finger in decades. Much less the rest of the planet." "At least, we should work collectively to find normal work for them." I resisted the odd individual. "My gosh, you are naive. No, what we should do is give them an education. Nobody's wants to pay the bill. In the end, these forsaken boys find it's much easier to suck cocks than go to school or be exploited in the factories. If it weren't for perverts like us, they would wither and die like an unwanted plant. You see, at least we're good for something!" I rose to my feet, itching to move my tensed muscles. The bloke accompanied me on my stroll inside the park. I wondered why he was telling me all this? But refrained from discussing the subject. "That brings up a philosophical issue." I said. "Can we consider this an adequate form of living, or should the goverment create strict laws concerning births like in China, to eliminate the problem?" "Whoring might not be the greatest lifestyle. But you are forgetting that consentual sex never hurt anyone. It is natural and definitly quite enjoyable from what I've witnessed on the mugs of my little partners. I know you are gonna say that children cannot consent. It is such a nonsense. And I'm fed up with these occidental mindsets. Have you notice that when a kid consents to sex, everyone says that they are uncapable of such decision. But when a kid kills his schoolmates with a gun, then he is responsible for his actions and should be tried as an adult! Same voice, two conflicting opinions." I reflected on the man's words as we approached slowly a group of boys laying under a shade tree. He was preaching to a disciple already and didn't need to add more to convince me. The young males were napping in their torn briefs after a swim in the community pool. They were all stunning to my eyes. "You can have any of these boys." my new friend announced, throwing his chin at the group. The kids roused from their siesta sensing the prospect of a client. "Not yet." I blushed bashfully. "Pick one for me." "I I I dunno." I stammered eyeing the five fellows. "The one in the middle." The man kneeled in front of the ten-year-old and blurted out something in thai. The small boy smiled. We ambled toward the public toilets and slipped inside a stall. The confining cubible had me crushed against the wall while the kid sat on the throne with Richard standing in front of him. The wet kid lowered his undies to give us a look at his limp boyhood. It was a precious thing. Uncut, smooth and golden. A glowing smile illuminated his cute face and I wanted to cuddle him in my arms. "I hope he's a good cocksucker!" Richard commented, unbuckling his pants. His adult penis sprung from his underpants. I locked my stare on it as the young boywhore began to kiss it. He took the hairy nuts in his mouth and nibbled on them an instant while the large appendage gorged with blood. I thought the glorious pole would never stop to swell. It grew to nine inches and halted. Gripping the rod in his tiny hand, the kid licked all around the mushroom head. Exploring every crevasse with the tip of his pink tongue. Lapping up the transparent juice seeping from the pisslit. "Uhhh he knows how to do this!" Richard groaned. Opening his mouth wide, the boy stuffed a chunk of the adult meat in his mouth, slurping noisily. He suctionned the piece of flesh with hunger. Richard grimaced, feeling the intense pleasure the experienced fellator was mustering with his moist lips. As for me, my penis ached painfully in my jeans. The muscular man put his hand on the back of the kid's neck and pushed his cock further to see if he would deepthroat him. The ten-year-old breathed through his nose and accepted the invasion. I gasped looking at the long sausage disappear inside the child's throat. His lips stretched grotesquely around the shaft. Richard fucked the boy's face for long minutes. His gagging noises resonated in my ears. I squirmed beside them. A filthy voyeur robbing them of their intimacy. "Look at this Harry! He's gonna eat my cum." Richard mumbled before translating the demand in thai. "It's gonna cost ten more but it's worth it!" With that he pulled out his massive cock and rubbed it on the boy's babyface, jacking slowly just under the crown. The willing tyke opened his mouth in preparation for the deluge. Richard moaned and a furious jet of white semen splashed on the kid's uvula. The spasming canon unloaded its salvos of manjuice at a rapid pace, surprising the boy on his chin when he was gulping down the salty fluid. One spray it him square in the eye. Yet he remained composed, opening his mouth again for the others shots of jizz. When it was clear the enormous cock had finished spilling its sauce, he stuck his tongue out to clean the bulbous knob. I needed to jack off very fast and was relieved when my new acolyte told me he had to go. We watched the kid walk away with the bills in the palm of his hand. I was still shaken. "Come by tonight. I own a restaurant." Richard said, handing over a business card. "We'll talk some more." -=- I went to the address on the card and was greeted with a vintage bottle of red burgundy. Richard confessed he was busy in the kitchen. So I ate the exquisite food alone until he joined me on the terrasse after eight. The big cuban cigar between his lips clashed with the tacky summer clothes he was wearing. "Look over there Harry." he said pointing to the area right in front of the restaurant. "That's Robinson's department store. Very chic. All the boys in front are selling something. If you know what I mean." I nodded my head to humor the man. It was rather obvious. One boy was practically dropping his shorts to show what he had to offer. The thin garment hung low on his hips, barely covering the root of his penis. "Usually boys under ten only do hand jobs or blow jobs." Richard went on. "Over ten they do everything. I have a friend who found a bottom boy in Pataya. He was only six." My eyes bulged at the revelation. I found myself excited by the seedy underworld. As if the whole thing was normal. For the first time I dilvuged I was interested. "Do you have to be gentle?" I asked. "Depends if you want a virgin. I don't believe in hurting the kids. The ones I deflowered I took my time. The others I drilled hard." Richard muttered with a sincere tone. "You see the teens there. They are the go-betweens. They can fetch you whatever you desire in five minutes." "Why are you telling me all this? I'm just a lost tourist and I cannot believe you granted me this free meal and chit chat for nothing." I snapped finally. My alter ego scratched his head, sighing heavilly. "You are right Harry. You are wise. Life is hard and then you die. You get nothing for nothing." the man rambled. "When I saw you in the park with your Dodgers t-shirt, I assumed you were from LA and was hoping you could bring back a small cargo to an acquaintance of mine who lives there. Just one videotape you could drop in the mailbox." "Oh no. No way!" I disapproved raising my voice. It was absolutely out of the question to cross u.s. customs with kiddy porn in my luggage. "Well then so be it!" Richard exclaimed, hiding his disappointment. "Let's finish the lesson." I followed him as we advanced to the boys huddled in front of the stairs of the mall. Many of the boys were agitated and danced on the sidewalk, swaying their slim hips obscenely. On a bench, three pre-teens were passing a glad bag, sniffing the glue inside, their eyes glassy from the destructive fumes. Richard called for a kid named Kung and a young boy of twelve turned around exposing his feminine facial traits. Rich wrapped his arm around his waist and kissed his forehead. All the while I was fighting with a mere tot hanging to my belt. I had to shove him away with both hands before we climbed into a taxi. "Where are you staying?" Richard demanded. "The Lupini Hotel." My host informed the driver of our destination and the old vehicle roared on the crowded streets. I glimpsed at the boy's legs from the corner of my eye. So smooth and hairless. The cab driver looked straight ahead at the traffic. My nerves were like guitar strings. It was evident that me and Richard were not taking this kid out to the zoo. I was anxious. Listening to the driver's breathing carefully, anticipating him to stop at the police station and denounce our twisted intentions. He dropped us off at the hotel and nodded humbly. Richard's arm was wrapped around Kung's shoulder. Nobody on the street batted an eyelid. We arrived at my room uneventfully. I sat on a chair nervously and notified Richard that I was only gonna watch again. He shrugged his shoulders and I was pleased with the notion that the man didn't wanna to force me into anything. "Aren't you gonna at least undress him?" he offered. "Ok. But that's it." The frail boy was amused to see my reluctance to touch him. I gathered enough courage to hug him lovingly and heard him purr like a kitten. His t-shirt was a rag and his running shoes were worn out beyond belief. I caressed his skin as I removed them, massaging his boyfeet. I Ran my hands with lust on his belly. He didn't have any underwear when I pulled down his dirtied tennis shorts. His uncircumcised penis was right below my nose, smelling fresh and boyish. "Watch his dick Harry. It's gonna be stiff the whole time I nail him! This kid loves it!" Richard said slipping an Atlas condom on his huge erection. "You are gonna fuck right away? No foreplay?" I peeped. "Yup. Right in the butt. I need ass now." The asian boy let his body go limp on the bed, remaining calm while the nine inch hard-on closed on him. The mattress squeaked under the considerable weight of the man escalading it. Richard grabbed the kid's ankles roughly and spread the boy, at the same time bending him in two so that his tail was accessible from the front. I could clearly see the puckered brownhole of Kung. Richard was adopting this position on purpose. I was flattered. The head of his cock entered quickly into the well used anus. The penetrated lad winced and bit his lip. From then on, my eyes shifted from Kung's face and the latex covered pole invading his rectum. The distended anal ring was red all around the white rubber. I was afraid it would rip but it didn't, sliding along the large shaft with each slow intrusion. Richard buried his monster with restraint. One inch at a time until the kid had all of it in his tight bottom. The panting couple paused for a moment, relishing the warm fusion of their bodies. As Richard had foretold, Kung's little penis was standing up, his foreskin retracted behind the moist glans. "You gotta wait 'till the boy is ready." Richard declared, eyeing the twelve-year-old for a sign the pain had subsided. The tanned little boy masturbated, shaking his head wildly. After a minute, he put his bony hands on the man's shoulders indicating he was ripe for the ride. I was impressed with the child's feat. Even I, couldn't have taken the entire tool of my buddy up my arse. The long tube moved gently in and out of the stretched hole and Kung moaned. Gradually increasing the tempo, Richard began fucking the boy. At times longdicking but mostly just thrusting half of his bulky missile with swift strokes. The pre-teen was a trooper. He yelled the only words of english he knew. 'Fuck me' and 'Deeper' with his high-pitched voice, A grimace of bliss and suffering locked on his face. His little toes curled tightly in the air. The turgid pole was slamming with more force now, plowing the narrow canal. The little sphincter had lost its tonus, leaving the gateway to Kung entrails wide open. Richard took advantage of the situation, shoving himself with ferver into the rectal cavity and elliciting joyous yelps of pleasure from the fuckee. The big man found he could go balldeep and pounded his slickened prong into the boy. His hips banged against Kung's firm ass. "Uhhh fock me! fock me!" the lad bawled, his whole body shuddering with the impact of the collision. "He really wants it now!" Richard cheered, ejecting his titanic tower at once. The brown boy flipped on his hands and knees, raising his buttocks in front of the mammoth spear, like a cat in heat. He cried a litany of plaintive thai words I interpreted as begging. His loose anus was quivering, opening and closing in expectency of a new penetration. Richard was much less patient this time. He mounted the boy hurriedly, gripping his shoulders firmly. The weak child could not move, his chest flat on the bed. His knees digging in the springy platform from the weight of the man lodged in his behind. I was startled by the intense rutting that ensued afterwords. Richard was grunting like an animal the whole time he rammed his immense cock to the hilt. And the boy's wails were of pure ecstasy as he drooled on the white sheets. "That's how hard you can FUCK Harry!" Richard repeated time and time again. Pistonning the little ass of the asian boy, his hairy balls slapping loudly. I couldn't imagine the kid could take it so hardcore. But he wiggled his rear end, urging on his partner to fuck him good. His asscrack had evaporated. There was just one big hole filled with hammering meat. The experienced buttfucker pursued his anal assaults steadilly and Kung squirmed under him, crying out as a thundering orgasm possessed his body. A few droplets of sperm squirted from his young peter, confirming the achievement. "OHH OHHH OHH OHH OHH!" Richard screamed at the ceiling, feeling the strangling anus on his cock. He resumed his intercourse with the elan of a man on a mission. Again and again I witnessed the steely cock fly into the boy's bubble butt. Always harder and harder, faster and faster. Until cringing his teeth, Richard pulled out, shedding awkwardly his condom to ejaculate on the child's back. His spunk shot far in gooey ropes of sticky cream. More than earlier that afternoon. Painting the kid's brown skin with a coat of white liquid. The last ten spurts landed in Kung's gaping asshole. Some of them disappearing straight into his insides. GINGER CHICKEN by DEBONAIR PART 2 of 2. I eluded Richard the next day, to meditate. During the evening, I walked through the red light district, sipping on a drink in the most famous chickenhawk joints. Going there just to observe the flabby men cuddle their young playthings openly. Rain constrained me to step inside a strip bar and I watched the go-go boys do their thing, getting hard by the erotic spectacle of their glistening bodies undulating. Some were as young as thirteen and fourteen. The audience applauded them with more sass when they dropped their string bikinis, exposing their fuzzy pubes. On the strike of midnight, I lurched on the humid streets to hail a taxi. There was a young teenager roaming in front of my hotel when I got off. I approached the undisguised pimp with my heart racing. He was very handsome even though his nose was flat in the middle of his face. The red bandena around his forehead had dollar signs on it. "I want two boys. Young boys." I announced slowly. "OK OK" the drugged teenager responded. "How much?" "100. I want boys that can do everything. Room 3 0 4." I added, pointing discreetly to my hotel. "OK OK! Everything. Room 304. OK OK!" the adolescent repeated. Waiting on the bed half drunk, I wondered if the go-between had understood me properly. The two kids that showed up made me realize that my total lack of confidence in the teen's comprehension of english was uncalled for. They almost ignored me and dashed to the bathroom. As they undressed, I noticed that the younger boy was shy and fidgeting, probably coerced into the job by other street boys. I remembered Richard telling me that the new recruits were often deflowered by an older teen. My mind reeled with the idea that it had been the case for this sheepish lad. Adopting sign language to communicate with the children, I tried to get them to tell me their age. A compelling task. They used their fingers to show me that one was eleven and the other one nine. Extracting a name out of their mouths was even more excruciating. In the end, they were nude on the tiles, looking at each other quizzicaly. The more mature lad figured where I was going and said 'Narong'. The other kid imitating his buddy mouthed the word 'Shoi'. While they showered, I examined their beautiful hairless bodies. The kids lathered themselves, giggling and screaming. They cleaned thoroughly their shriveled dickies and in between their round buns. The shy boy Shoi had slanting eyes that made him look sad. Both kids' heads had been shaved recently and there was only an inch of dark hair on their scalps. The older boy was getting aroused as I was. His slim pole pointed straight ahead. As I contempleted his excitement to be naked with the other boy, I knew he would be the ideal subject for what I had in store. They toweled off and rested their little asses obediantly on the edge of the bed, their twinkly eyes lingering on my silhouette. To confirm my suspicion, I caressed the nine-year-old's leg. He backed away from me. The small child was new to this. On the other hand, Narong accepted my fingers between his thighs. I cupped his little nuts and kneaded them in the palm of my hand. With the most explicit gestures. I made a crude attempt to explain what I wanted to watch. The naked duo shook their heads. Resorting to the simplest form of communication, I pointed to one boy's dick and to the other boy's mouth. Then to the older kid's dick and Shoi's butt. They smiled slyly at each other, relieved I did not want to participate. The two boys played with their peckers. Narong was the expert and he coaxed the small boy to relax. His caressed fondled amourously the skin of the nine-year-old. I dragged my chair right next to the bed, whipping out my hard cock to masturbate in front of the hot show. Narong began licking his friend's nutsac, his wiggly tongue tasting the drawn testicles. He traced the length of the little kid's penis and suckled the tiny dickhead in his mouth. Shoi rolled on his back, spreading his legs wide for the delicious tongue of his buddy. The older boy slobbered over his genitals. He ran his tongue lower in the kid's asscrack, which made him moan like crazy. Narong placed two fingers on the rim of the child's anus and opened it, exposing the pink flesh of the orifice. I was going nuts, jacking my steely cock madly as the experienced boy tongue fucked that delicate hole. Shoi's toes were curled up. He cooed incessantly from the wet tickling. Narong's mouth returned to his pricklet and siphonned it fast this time. His full lips were really flying, swallowing to the root the hard peg. The nine-year-old bucked his hips, stomping his bottom on the mattress with the jolts of his dry orgasm. His eyes were frozen as if he had seen the boogeyman. The brief moment of ecstasy passed too quickly. He giggled and grabbed his penis, totally ecstatic, from the naughty sex play. The older lad stretched on his back passively and called the bubbly tyke to him. I marvelled at the master's serene attitude. He was a great teacher. Very patient with the novice tentatively licking his three-inch peter. With his hand behind the kid's neck, he guided him on his crotch, whispering his demands. The child proceeded obediantly, curiosity driving his ministrations. I was stunned by the image of the laddie engulfing the entire nutsac of Narong. His cheeks bulged out comically because of the substantial mouthful. He slid his lips up the shaft and grasped it in his sticky paws to feast on its glistening head. A wicked smile adorned his cute mug. He flicked the tip of his tongue at the bloated glans, much to the satisfaction of his tutor. Shoi was truly devoted to his task. Even though his little cavity could not fit all of the big kidcock, he stuffed the hard-on as far as he could into it. Suckling it, suctionning the vibrant flesh. I hurled a bottle of lotion at Narong to indicate my desire of seeing them copulate. It was to be the first time I would watch children fuck. I silently prayed my prick would survive through the whole thing. Again, Narong gently arranged the tableau, orienting the youngster on all fours, his lovely behind facing me. He lubricated his erect pecker quickly, and climbed on Shoi's back, one knee on the bed covers. I almost died gazing the at the couple ready to unite. Narong's bone was gleaming, pointing at the puckered bullseye. He pushed against the virgin sphincter and Shoi's plaintive wails echoed in the room. The brown ring of flesh expanded, clamping all around the intruding mass. I could see all the vivid details of the anal penetration. Narong pushed some more, plunging his erection into the narrow opening. His dick vanished slowly, until his ballbag lay flat against the smooth hairless crack. After the initial grimaces of pain, Shoi's face beamed. The small boy purred, surrendering to the quiet rhythm of the langorous sodomy. The couple was beautiful. Their bodies lean and gracious, skin the color of a bronze velvet tapestry, except for the pale soles of their feet. Narong gradually pumped the child's butt harder, following the road to his pre-pubescent nirvana. Their raspy grunts punctuated my arousal. I hissed loudly, working hard to control my pleasure. Narong gripped his partner by the chest and keeled to his flank, raising the youngin's short leg into the air. All the time, fucking him, slamming his boydick into that adorable brown boytail. The supple acrobats twirled on the bed, laughing and yelling out of glee. Narong twisted the elfen child like a puppet. At times, pounding into him from the front or bouncing wildly on his back. Shoi's body was like silly putty in his hands. The kid let himself be dragged by the ankles to be bent-over the edge of the bed, without as much as a peep of protest. The frantic spectacle had me dizzy. No matter in what awkward position they were, Narong always seemed to find his friend's dilated red bumhole. He was sodomizing him to the hilt, clenching him firmly, rutting like a dog in heat. So much so, that his balls flailed. I feared one would get out of its sac and hit me in the eye. Their groans were glorious, an hymn of joy. The bigger boy hauled his lover on his stomach. He was obscene, parting the kid's buns to show me his enlarged anus before he slipped into it. I was front row center for the last scene of the erotic party. Narong grasped the child under the knees and rammed his penis up his rectum. The skinny boy was trapped on his belly, immobilized in the grip of his master. The hard fucking that followed had Shoi chanting. His body shuddered with each massive thrust. His cute erection wobbled left and right. He wanked his pee-pee with two digits and the cries of his second climax ripped in the night. My seed boiled at the base of my cock. It exploded in the air as Narong crammed his dick deep up the ass of the tyke. I ejaculated a bucket, ruining my shirt. The boy's orgasm was a grand thing. His muscles quivered, his face glowed. He held on to the covers with his fists, crying an aria of blissful moans. As the boys left the hotel room, two policemen strolled in the corridor with loaded riffles. They weren't there for me. The close call was enough to scare me shitless. I stayed far away from the urban urchins the next day and never did have extensive sex with any of them. On the last day, I visited Richard at his restaurant. He accepted the fact I couldn't dare take one of these children in my bed. He was slightly disappointed though, that I had not tasted the sexual freedom of the exotic land. Perhaps the next time. Again, his magical hands prepared a feast fit for a king. The somptuous free meal was absolutely divine. I hugged him and proposed a gracious invitation if ever he was in L.A. "I don't wanna go back. My place is here forever." he confided. "Have you thought about the package?" "Yes. I'm not sure I want to carry the videotape through customs..." "That's ok! I can't tell you what's on it. All I can say is you don't have to worry about it! Trust me." "I dunno." I whined, crumbling under the weight of my guilt. The man had been so generous and friendly. How could I deny him the simple deed? "Tell you what." he brightened, slipping the cartridge in my bag. "You can deliver it at the address on the box OR if you feel I'm asking for too much, just throw it away before boarding the plane." I nodded on the deal and said my final goodbyes, before rushing to the airport. Much to my surprise, I kept the mysterious movie, trying to forget about it on the 747. It was on american soil that the grave danger of my actions hit me like a ton of bricks. I sweated like a pig, waiting in line for my turn to pass the interrogation at the gate. The custom's officer noticed my nervouness. My hands were shaking. I was smuggling child porno dammit! A stupid mistake! These guys were trained to sniff that stuff. I could picture myself being escorted in some office after they had searched my luggage. I could see three policemen surrounding me while they popped the evidence in the machine. I could feel the ultimate humiliation as the images of young asian boys getting sodomized filled the screen of a small monitor. "Got something to declare?" the fellow demanded. "Erh.. no! I didn't bring back anything..." A loud thud resonated. He stamped my passport. It was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard. I scurried away to the exit, checking to make sure my bags were sealed properly, obsessing at the thought of the vhs tape jumping out of a breach, when I was so near the end of the perilous adventure. I sighed heavilly upon unlocking the door to my bachelor. The dreadful experience had drained all of my energy. I put to damn video in the vcr and watched the tv intently. The presence of Richard in the movie startled me. He was alone, sitting on a bar stool, speaking softly. "Hello son! This is your dad! You have probably grown a lot since I last saw you. I know your mother tells you it's best that you don't meet me. And she's right..." THE END. You can send comments and suggestions to debonair63@hotmail.com or debonair36@hotmail.com All flames will be ignored cuz' some people will never grasp the concept of fiction. I do not condone any of the acts in this file. Agatha Christie wrote about murderers all her life. She was not a criminal. Fight for free speech and stop censorship.