Date: Wed, 30 Aug 2017 13:04:56 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Lion-King Chapter 16 Lion-King by badboi666 =============================================================================== If sex with boys isn't your thing, go away. If, as is much more likely, you've come to this site precisely to get your rocks off reading about sex with fresh young lads then make yourself comfortable - you're in the right place. Don't leave, however, without doing this: Donate to Nifty - these buggers may do it for love but they still have to eat. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html =============================================================================== Chapter 16 By now it's 31 August 1981. I've come back 36 years and there's only 24 more to go. In 5 days time it'll be BL, and in those days I was still very promiscuous. Now that I'm a respectable married man (except that I'm not, now that I think about it: I'm a respectable widower. You could argue about the 'respectable' bit too, considering my propensity for boys) I shudder to think about some of the risks I took back then. You'll be hearing about some of them, I expect. But we've still got a few days with Leo to enjoy again. This year we were on holiday in Amsterdam. It wasn't the hot-bed of sexual activity then that it is now (or if it was, then the Brits hadn't woken up to it yet), but if you knew your way about the sexual underworld it offered treats hard to find elsewhere. It certainly knocked the socks off Harlow. We had thought about spending a fortnight in a gay-run B&B, but decided - wisely, as it turned out - to allow ourselves the luxury of a proper hotel. At least we wouldn't be gushed over by the management. Two English queers (then aged 52 and 48) were likely to be invisible anyway. By the end of August we'd done the art galleries and museums, and ventured as far as The Hague to see the gallery there. Leo and I both loved art galleries, but after four or five days you need a break. Yesterday we'd browsed a couple of gay bookshops, mostly out of curiosity, and had been excited by the discovery in one of them of a 'PEDO' section. This was, as you might expect, devoted to stories and magazines about sex with boys. We bought several books in the 'Panthology' series which were stimulating reading for many years afterwards. But if you're into boys you'll know about these illicit treasures (the books, not the boys). When we went to pay for the books the guy at the till - obviously gay, but about 15 years past what we would have thought of as his best - smiled at our purchase. "If this is your interest I will put one of these in," he said, "you may find a welcome there." We thanked him, wondering what it was. Outside the shop Leo pulled the leaflet from the bag. "It's a boy bar!" he said, his eyes sparkling, "I've heard about these here." We went into a nearby bar - a beer bar, that is - and I read the leaflet. "Boys & Bengels" it said, "welcomes you to the bar where you will find everything you could wish for." "Hardly discreet," I said, "but right up our street. Do you fancy paying a visit?" "That's the silliest thing you've said since yesterday," said Leo, smiling, "when is it open?" "1800." It was now, in continental terms, 1330 so we had a leisurely lunch and a walk. By 1700 we had found the place, and by 1815 we were on the doorstep. From the outside it was just another door in just another tall narrow house in just another canal-side street. At one side of the door there was a small card, the size of a business card, with the words 'Boys & Bengels' and a small button. We pressed. The door clicked and we could push it open. Inside was a small carpeted hallway with a staircase. Up we went, and on the first floor (or the second floor if you're American _ I shan't be translating again) a door proclaimed itself to be 'Boys & Bengels'. We went in. I have never been in a Port Said brothel, having no interest in the delights likely to be available in such a place, but when Ace and I were in Egypt doing National Service 'the inside of a Port Said brothel' was how the squaddies described lush decadence, probably involving flock wallpaper. Boys & Bengels had adopted the Port Said brothel school of interior design. Sofas were arranged along the walls; the windows were covered by thick velvet curtains; light was from discreet lamps by the sofas. In such surroundings wrinkled old buggers like us could pass for being much younger. In the middle was a wonderful 4-sided mahogany bar, complete with wonderful barman. He greeted us, welcoming us to Boys & Bengels. He gave us each a leather-embossed menu and a small shot of brandy. "The first drink is on the house, gentlemen," he said, "please study the menu and make your selection." Leo and I looked at each other. "I" had sneaked in beside them and, being invisible, got no brandy. Still, I knew what was in the menu so I settled myself to enjoying seeing it all happen again. When we opened the menu we naturally expected to find food and drink listed. Not so: what was listed in this menu were the boys who were available. This was prostitution of a very high quality and, to judge from the number of pages in the menu, on an industrial scale. Each double page was devoted to one boy: there were 30 of them altogether. The left hand page carried pictures of the boy - a nice one of him in ordinary clothes, a face close-up, a sexy pose (these varied from boy to boy as what each boy consider4ed to be 'sexy' was clearly left to him, rather than the photographer), one of him naked, and one of a close-up of his erect cock. All very explicit. The right hand page described the boy, the activities in which he specialised, and the cost. Like most of the customers - there were about half a dozen others at the bar - we spent our time reading carefully. The barman approached us with a much smaller menu, this time of drinks. The prices were hefty, but we were in no hurry to finish our reading, so two beers (followed 20 minutes later by two more beers) were set before us. At these were the equivalent of about £4 each (we're in 1981, remember) we knew we weren't going to have an inexpensive evening. Still, the art galleries had been free. Leo and I had a whale of a time studying. We discussed whether we wanted a foursome or a threesome, or whether each of us wanted a boy on his own. There was much merit in all three possibilities. The place clearly had a minimum age, a bit higher that we would have preferred, but the legal age of consent was probably pretty important if they wanted to continue to operate. The youngest boy on the menu was 16, and we agreed we could just about stretch to that. I noticed a Czech boy, Anton, who certainly ticked all my boxes, not least he was depicted as being very keen on watersports. "Do you mind, just this once?" I asked Leo. "No, so long as I don't have to join in. Let's get two boys in one room and you and whatshisname can piss on each other while I do whatever I fancy with another one." That was generous of Leo, and I gave him a kiss to show I was grateful. "Don't mention it," he said, smiling, "you're not 52 every day." I wondered who he would choose. He took his time, and eventually settled on a blond Dutch boy called Gerit, whose stock in trade was apparently his willingness to be fucked "hard and deep and often". We took this as a challenge. We indicated to the barman that we were ready to make our selection. "We'd like a double room with two boys for two hours," I said. That was fine. "We'd like Anton and Gerit." That was fine too. Would we be interested in watersports with Anton? I said that I would but that Leo would not. "That's OK," said the barman, "but if Anton's doing watersports with you he'll need 30 minutes to prepare." I said that I understood perfectly. A substantial sum of money changed hands (well over £300 equivalent) and we were told that our room would be ready, as would the boys, in 30 minutes. In the meantime would we car to move to one of the sofas, a 4-seater being pointed out to us? We moved as invited, and a couple of minutes later two beauties came out to join us. Anton, tall, dark, slim introduced himself and I patted the seat next to mine. Gerit was smaller, blond and less slim, but nicely proportioned. Each of them was wearing nothing apart from a black leather jock strap. The barman came over bearing two more beers for Leo and me (unordered, but welcome: apparently this round was included in the price of the boys), a small glass of spirits for Gerit and a litre bottle of water for Anton. Anton grinned to me and started to swig the raw material for our two hours of fun. Leo and I made conversation with the two boys, but we didn't get very far. Gerit's English was good and he kept his end up all right, but Anton hadn't learned any English at school, so his conversational ability was fairly restricted. We hadn't hired them for small talk, however, so after a few minutes conversation dried up. The boys, professionals to their finger-tips, then put their finger-tips to good use in ways which you can readily imagine. "I" was sitting in the next sofa enjoying the spectacle and looking forward to the next scene. It would have been entertaining to go into some of the other rooms, but since "I" had not been into them when "I" was I, "I" would not have been invisible. Tricky stuff, this time travel. Stay put, Rex, and enjoy reliving it all. Leo and I were feeling the boys' bodies, stroking and tweaking their nipples. Gerit whispered something to Leo, who relayed the message to me. "The idea is that if you want to boy to do something to you, then you do it to him. That's how they get round the language problem. Gerit's fine with English and German, and Anton's fine with German, but otherwise it's all gesture or copying." It made sense. I spoke quietly to Anton. "You like piss?" He nodded and beamed hugely. "I piss on you?" He nodded. "You piss on me?" That was also agreeable. I decided to be a bit more specific, using words I thought it likely he would have encountered before. "I piss in your arse?" Big nod this time: good. We'd worry about oral when we got down to it. Most boys who're happy to be pissed on will be willing to try taking it from the tap. My hands were soon at Anton's jockstrap and, looking round, I saw that no-one was showing any kind of modesty while they were with their boys. Feeling was clearly expected. I moved inside. The heat was incredible. I know leather against the skin is erotic - Ace and I were big fans of leather in our biker period, but I hadn't been into leather since meeting Leo - and while Anton's cock was soft in its pouch it was hot. As soon as my fingers touched it is started to harden (with sighs from its owner) and re-adjustment was necessary. By the time it had been adjusted to Anton's comfort, with a bit of help from me, it was hard and pointing horizontally towards his left hip. Not much chance of the jock strap keeping it safe from invaders like that. "I" glanced at Leo, whose infiltration of Gerit's jock strap was equally arousing. Gerit's eyes were closed and he was leaning back against Leo. Was it the schnapps or was it just teen lust? Who cared, certainly not Leo or Gerit. Leo leant over to kiss the boy, who responded keenly. After 30 minutes my bladder, with its 3 large glasses of beer, was feeling ready for action. Leo was equally full and he was wondering whether to go for a piss. I whispered in his ear, "Why not just this once do it where it would be most welcomed? You don't need to receive anything apart from my thanks and Anton's." He chuckled. "OK, you pervert, just this once." I kissed him again. An attendant whom we hadn't seen before approached and conducted us to our place of sin. It was luxuriously appointed. For a start it was big - a good 30 feet square - and two large beds had been pushed together to make a very generous double. There was a sunken bath in one corner with a toilet and a shower beside, all of them in full view of the rest of the room. There were places to hang our clothes. On a table strategically placed by the bed were tubes of lube, johnnies, poppers and wipes. On another table was a selection of dildos, one quite a bit bigger than my cock - even bigger than Ace's. The two boys made us stand in front of them while they stripped us. They then stepped out of their jock straps, offering them to us. I inhaled the heady aroma of Anton's arousal as he knelt in front of me and bathed the end of my cock in his mouth. I was too busy to see what Leo and Gerit were up to, but "I" could see the same treatment being carried out there as well. This was obviously how the House trained its boys to take the initiative, at least until the client stepped in to take over. Which I now did. "Time to piss," I said, leading Anton to the bath. I was pretty certain than both boys would have douched thoroughly before going on duty, so I had no qualms about anything other than recycled piss coming out of Anton's arse, at least not until I had come up there. "Call me when you want me to perform," said Leo, busying himself with Gerit on the bed. Before I got into the bath I looked over to find Leo's face buried between the cheeks of Gerit's arse. Anton had spread a towel in the bottom of the bath. "It is cold there," he said. What a thoughtful boy. I decided I would try to prolong the moment of release for our bladders as long as I could. I beckoned Anton into the bath and made him crouch down with his arse in the air. I copied Leo and was soon inhaling the scent of clean, but still boyish, arse. My tongue lapped his hole, and Anton shivered. "Nice," he murmured. I reached over for the lube, and spread some on my fingers and in his crack. Two fingers were in and Anton wriggled with pleasure. "Nice." The boy's command of English was good enough so far. "I'm going to fuck you now," I said, "and I will piss inside you. OK?" I'm not sure what I would have done if he'd said 'no' (gone ahead and pissed up him probably) but he nodded, so in I went, but only about half way at first. I imagine you can guess what he said. I reached round to feel his cock. It was hot and hard. Very thin, like him, and about 6 inches uncut. I could feel the occasional trace of stubble where he'd shaved, probably yesterday. His balls hung low and invitingly tasty-looking. "More cock," he whispered. Who could refuse. "All of it?" I whispered back. He nodded. OK, Anton, I thought, you asked for it. And, to his credit, he took it, and took it happily. "Nice. Now fuck me a little." I fucked him for a minute or two, but coming wasn't my first priority. I decided not to warn him I was about to piss, so pressing in as far as I could (he gasped) I let go. The piss trickled at first - it's not easy starting to piss with an erection, but once it gets going it's bloody hard to stop. Anton moaned, "aah! so hot, so good." With some difficulty I stopped the flow and started to take my cock out. "Keep your arse shut," I said, and when I was completely out I quickly laid on my back on the towel. I positioned him over me so that my cock was at his arsehole again. "Let it go now," I said. Anton interpreted this to mean that both his bladder and his arse should empty themselves onto me, which they duly did. My piss gushed out of his arse onto my cock, pouring over my balls and my legs. A second or two later his piss-slit opened and hot boy-piss flew out onto my chest. I opened my mouth and he took the hint, aiming so that it went in. I reached up and pulled him down onto me, taking his cock between my lips. He went on pissing, and I swallowed as quickly as I could. "Leo!" I shouted. Ten seconds later I could feel Leo's piss splashing onto Anton's back and running down onto me. I lifted Anton to one side so that I got the full force of my lover's piss - something that very rarely happened. Suddenly a new stream of piss rained down on my face: Gerit was standing behind me and giving me what he could. I managed to get his cock into my mouth before the stream dried up. I thanked Gerit and Leo, who shook their cocks at me and went back to their own lusty delights. Anton and I are lying on a soaked towel in a bath of piss. "I still have some piss," I said quietly, where would you like it?" He answered by crouching over me and clamping his lips on my still hard cock. His tongue was quickly busy licking the underside of my cock, and when I started to piss again he swallowed it all greedily. ("Nice!") As we had bought two hours of his time I was confident that a fair amount of both his piss and mine, now in the other's belly, would soon be recycled for the second time. I lifted him off me and we both stood under the shower. We washed the piss off each other quickly: this wasn't an erotic shower. I wanted to get him onto the bed. When we were dried off and on the bed Leo was busy fucking Gerit as he had wished to be fucked. Well, certainly the 'hard' part. I would be doing the 'deep' bit and between us we'd try to accomplish the 'often'. At our side of the enormous bed Anton was bust sucking my cock again, and doing so very professionally indeed. His lips and tongue flickered and fluttered on my cock head. He'd drawn back my foreskin and butterflies were dancing on my glans. Nice, I thought. I didn't want to cum though, so I pulled back and went back to rimming him. "No," he said, "I rim you too." Fine by me, so we went into a sort of 69+ position where our cocks were ignored and we concentrated on arseholes. This wasn't ideal, but it was quite fun for a few minutes. Unfortunately rimming in that position is upside-down, so it's no good for long lascivious licking of a boy's perineum. I turned him back where I wanted him: after all, I was paying. I spent a happy ten minutes busying myself in those parts. Anton spent an active ten minutes squirming happily. "I will cum soon," he said. I whipped him round and got my mouth safely on his cock before he gave a gasp and let fly. I would have expected boys in a brothel to be required to cum so often that, however hard their balls worked to replenish themselves, the volume would be pretty insignificant. Not so with Anton. Maybe I was his first customer of the day, but the quantity of his spunk was considerable. Very sweet - unusual for a boy of his age. I looked over at Leo, still fucking Gerit hard, albeit in a different position. While Anton was gathering himself for the next bout Leo came noisily, well inside Gerit. "That looked exciting," I said as they came down. Leo grinned. "He wanted it hard, and I've done that. Now it's your turn to do deep." I scooted over to where Gerit was lying, on his back still with his legs drawn up, his arsehole gaping open, a huge smile glued to his face, a large pool of cum glued to his belly. I admired the quantity. "There's two cums there," said Gerit proudly, "and I didn't touch my cock at all." "I'm going to fuck you now, Gerit," I said, and prepared to give him another ration of what he so desired. "Hard, then," he murmured, "all the way." "Are you sure? Look at the size of it." "That's why I want it hard, do it now, please." OK kid, I thought. I got down between his legs - which quickly wound themselves round my neck - and felt for his arsehole with my cock. I was dripping wet, he was dripping wet, so when cock met gaping arsehole it went straight in, all the way, all nine hot throbbing inches. Gerit groaned and his smile widened. This boy was some bottom. I bent forward to kiss his lips and he was able - ah! the suppleness of youth - to lift his shoulders off the bed, to open his mouth to min, to clasp me round the shoulders with his arms (right next to his legs) and allow our tongues to wrestle at the same time as my cock was poking deep into his guts. Fucking a boy whom Leo has just fucked is a huge turn-on for me, so I knew I wasn't going to last more than a few minutes. I started to fuck him, and each time I withdrew a few inched he tightened his legs and pulled me all the way back in. I've fucked a lot of boys in my time, but this was a technique I hadn't encountered before. I wondered who had taught him. "Come on, fuck me hard," muttered Gerit, "I need you to hurt me." There was no way I was into hurting this kid with any weapon other than the one already giving him (and me) (and "me") so much pleasure, so I interpreted his request as meaning 'just do it harder'. All too soon the inevitable irresistible build-up began. My brain knew it wanted the orgasm delayed, my muscles wouldn't obey because my cock was doing the driving. I pounded deeper and harder into the boy's arse; he clutched me tighter and tighter - we weren't kissing any more - and I felt the hot lava beginning the swift journey up out of my balls along my cock past the flaring slit and out out out up up up deep into Gerit's gorgeous hot dark wet body. As I did so I gasped and heard Gerit cry out as his cock spewed out a third load into the ocean of spunk on his belly. Still deep inside him I leant back slightly so that I could reach his belly. I scooped up a handful of his spunk and licked most of it up before smearing the rest on his face. He grinned and tried to lick off what he could reach. Quick as a flash Anton, who had been watching, was over and licked Gerit's face clean. Gerit opened his mouth and the two boys kissed, exchanging such fluids as were available. Leo put his arms around me and gave me a kiss. I could taste spunk on his lips. It was very sweet. We had been in the room for rather over an hour. All four of us needed a while to recover. We lay in a tangled heap, boys sandwiched together between men. Fifteen minutes or so later Anton reached down and started to fondle my cock. Although I'd chosen Anton it was mainly because of his willingness to play piss games. When I saw both boys naked it was Gerit whom I fancied more. I decided how I wanted to spend the remaining time. I turned to Anton. "You fuck me, Anton." He seemed happy with this, and set about lubing me up. His long fingers were welcome when they made sure that the lube penetrated well up inside me. I held up three fingers and Anton nodded. Three fingers went in without any difficulty. I held up a clenched fist. Anton smiled and nodded again. In it went ... and very satisfying it was. I love being fisted by boys, and generally they are invited to do this so rarely that it's a treat for them too. Anton was no beginner though, and he rubbed his knuckles in all the right places. I didn't want to cum though, so I said quietly, "fuck me now, Anton, give me your cock. I want your spunk up me." I think he understood most of that. He wanted me from behind, doggy-fashion. That was fine by me as his cock would be less likely to thrust against my prostate. I was saving my last cum for Gerit, who wanted 'often'. As Anton pushed his cock into me I looked across the bed and saw Leo fucking Gerit again, also doggy-fashion. "Race you," I mouthed across at him. He winked. Anton wasn't the greatest fucker I've ever had, but he was vigorous enough and it took him nearly ten minutes to unload into me, amid great 'ooohs' and 'aaahs'. He withdrew soon after coming and I thought it only fair to ensure that when he left the room there was lingering trace of his sweet cum or my arse juices still lingering on his cock. Since his balls were nearby I gave them a good cleansing as well. Oh, and his arse too. Might as well be thorough. Leo had finished, and it took him a lot longer than Anton. Gerit was smiling a dazed sort of smile, lying on his back in an X-shape, his cock full but soft on his belly. I moved over. "You said you wanted to be fucked 'hard, deep and often'. I've fucked you once as deep as you'll get today. I'd like to fuck you again. Would you like that?" He turned his head towards me and nodded. "I would like that very much. You were a good fuck, maybe the best this week -" (slightly disappointing, I have to admit) "- and your cock is nice inside me. I will taste it now and make it ready for you to fuck me again." He was as good as his word. He made me lie as he had been and he climbed on top of me in a 69 position, allowing him to service my cock while I could savour his arse. He had seen that I had enjoyed rimming Anton, and he clearly wanted to be rimmed himself. The aroma from his arse was intoxicating. There were three good loads of cum up there and inevitably a fair amount had run out and was coating his inner thighs. I licked greedily at all the bits of him that tasted good. I pushed a finger in, and it was immediately obvious that lube would not be needed. "Get me hard, Gerit, I need to get it in soon." A few minutes later I was fully hard. "There," he said, " you are ready." I kissed his arsehole, gave it one last long lick, turned him over, told him to squat over my erect cock, pointing straight up and already with some of the previous spunk Leo and I had spurted up there leaking down onto me. I was in heaven. He was ready; I was ready; Leo was watching; Anton, in Leo's arms, was watching; "I" was watching, "my" cock in "my" hand. "Ready, Gerit?" I said. He nodded. Reader, I fucked him. =============================================================================== badboi666@btinternet.com is where you should send comments and suggestions