Date: Mon, 7 Aug 2017 07:53:20 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Lion-King Chapter 4 Lion-King by badboi666 =============================================================================== If you haven't read "Fourteen Again" here you really ought to read it before starting "Lion-King", which is both a prequel and a sequel. You will meet men and boys here to whom you have been introduced in "Fourteen Again". You'll meet some new ones too, so there will be fresh flesh to read about. You'll discover some Arabic on the way. You could Google to get translations, but the meaning is usually pretty clear, and the English words are used as well. 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. We need to establish a few things first, however, so there isn't much activity in the first few chapters. But there will be - oh yes, there will be plenty. 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 4 It's 31 August 2013. It's about 6 in the morning. Leo and I are in bed, with our new houseboy, Hassan, between us. He's 12 - on the young side, but he's learned a lot in the few weeks he's been with us. His brothers have briefed him well, of course, probably some of them have been fucking him, and he's very happy being with us, sharing our bed and our life. He's very slender, which is part of the attraction. Skinny boys are what gets me going at my age. It was different donkey's years ago, but the older I get the more skinny boys are the centre of my sex fantasies. Not just fantasies, mind you. Being here in Tangier, where nobody gives a fuck what you do as long as you're discreet, lets an old fantasist turn his fantasies into realities. Luckily Leo shares this view. Between us lies Hassan. Hassan will have several orgasms today. Hassan is well aware of this. So are we. At that age his balls replenish themselves with gratifying (gratifying to us as well as to him) speed. Hassan had difficulty accommodating our cocks when he first came here a few weeks ago, but Leo and I are very patient: we know that time spent gentling a boy into accepting our man-sized cocks is time invested wisely. After the first few days things improved, as they always do, and by now Hassan is almost as eager to be fucked as we are to fuck him. Well, I say 'we'; that's not strictly true. Leo is the fucker and I'm the sucker. Hassan is probably happy about this. My cock is 9 inches, but I find fucking difficult because my back is a problem. Although Leo's cock is shorter it's a lot thicker than mine, but somehow our boys don't seem to be as afraid of width as they are of length. When they get used to things it's different, but I'm talking about first impressions here. I don't remember what we did with Hassan yesterday: I wasn't here. I do know that he looks well satisfied. He's asleep, naked, gorgeous, slim, brown, relaxed. One of the lovely things about boys of his age is the soft skin at the back of his neck. He's so vulnerable when he's like this and I love to stroke him there. In a year or two he'll lose that softness, but at 12 he's as near perfection as you can get. As I stroke his neck I see his eyes move under his closed eyelids: he's dreaming about something. From the smile on his lips it's a nice dream. I wonder what's happening in the theatre behind his eyes. I continue to stroke, and the action behind his eyes continues, then, just as suddenly as it started it stops. His eyes are still. I look down. His cock is nestled between his thighs: his thighs, guardians of his oh-so-delightful arse. Soon I will reach over and take his soft cock into my mouth. It won't be soft for long. This is how my day starts nowadays. Five minutes later I've had my breakfast and Hassan's had his first orgasm. I love the way he's so grateful to me for making him come - he gasps of course at the magic moment, almost as if his orgasm is a surprise, some new exciting discovery, but it's what he does after the immediate glow has died down that tickles me. He smiles a special just-the-two-of-us-wasn't-it-special smile, a secret smile, a smile that binds him to me. He leans forward and kisses my lips so gently - no passionate smooching, just the tiniest of butterfly-wing kisses. And then - this is the magic bit - he repeats the butterfly kisses on my eyelids. 'Thank you' he says, in Arabic of course - shukran lak. "Shukran lak, Hassan," I reply. He gets up, smiles again, goes to the bathroom, pisses mightily, farts, comes back, climbs into his dishdash and trots off to make Leo's breakfast. The volume of piss his bladder can hold makes me think that he might be induced to try piss games one of these days. It's not Leo's bag though, so it could be tricky. I had some fun with Leo earlier. Despite the fact that his 81st birthday was in July I've been teasing him that I've brought a special late present for him. I wrapped it before we left home and I gave it to Hassan to give to him at breakfast today. "What's this?" he said. "It's your late birthday present," I said, "it's from both of us. Open it." He's a very careful present-opener, and it takes ages while he undoes the sellotape and smoothes the paper: you would think we couldn't afford to buy new paper each time. Anyway, he got there in the end. It was a book. "Have you read it?" I asked. "No." "Well, read the first sentence out loud." I had given him Anthony Burgess's 'Earthly Powers'. If you know the book you'll know what's coming. He read it out, and then burst out laughing. Hassan was bemused, because we'd been talking in English. I stroked the boy, and assured him that we'd played a joke on Leo. Leo pulled the boy to him and kissed him, and thanked him for the present - shukran lak, Hassan. "Pity he's not called Ali," I said in English. "Glad there's no bloody archbishop though," replied Leo. Still, you've planted a seed in my mind. It was clear from the way he said it that he was planning to do the same to Hassan, albeit in another place. After lunch probably. After lunch we went to have our usual siesta. As soon as we got into bed Leo took Hassan in his arms and kissed him. Hassan had been unwilling to be kissed when he first came to look after us. It was odd, because he was happy to be fucked (if a little wary because of the size thing). Maybe kissing was outside his experiences at the hands - and not just hands - of his older brothers. Leo is an expert kisser though, and by the third day little Hassan was kissing with the best of them. Indeed he associated kissing with sex so strongly that if one of us kissed him during the day we could see his dishdash semaphoring a message from his cock. His cock then was about 5 inches, so the message when it came was hard to miss. But I'm digressing. Leo and Hassan are about to have fun, and I'm the spectator this time. This is Leo's belated 81st birthday treat with his catamite. Leo is the most patient love-maker I know. Mind you, since July 1972 he's been the only man - as distinct from boy - that I've made love to. Patience is his long suit. I thought at first that he was patient because that was his seduction technique, but I quickly found that he's patient because it makes sex better for both people. There have been times, especially early on in our relationship, when he has taken the initiative and kept us both almost at boiling point for over two hours before we came. When that happens it's like Vesuvius, and that's not something you can experience too often. I'm digressing again - sorry. Leo has laid Hassan on his back - naked, vulnerable, throbbingly erect, scorchingly hot. Hassan's eyes are as on fire as his balls are: he knows this will be something special. This will be only the second time that Leo has set Hassan alight like this, and I'm loving the sight. I know, or I think I know (I've never been fucked by Leo while at the same time being 12), that Hassan will remember the next hour as long as he lives. He will have hundreds more fucks while he's still a boy, and thousands when he's a man, but this one - the one at 3 o'clock on the afternoon of 31 August 2013 - will stick in his mind for the rest of his life. Leo took Hassan's left little toe into his mouth and sucked all round it. Hassan twitched and smiled his beautiful smile. "Hold his hands, Rex, so he can't touch his cock." I was happy to oblige, and sat behind the boy's head with his hands in mine. Talk about a grandstand seat. I won't bore you with all the details, but by the time each toe had had Leo's treatment the poor boy's balls must have been well and truly blue. I knew he was mature enough to come, and to come a goodly quantity, but I was astonished at the amount of precum Hassan was producing. Astonished and delighted. Leo turned his attention to the boy's legs and each was licked from ankle to hip bone up the outside, then from ankle to inside thigh up the inside. More precum, this time with much squealing. Cock and balls begging to be touched, but no, not yet. Leo's up at the boy's chest. The lightest of kisses and licks at his nipples, although Hassan not really into nipples yet, so Leo's at his armpits - hairless still, but redolent with boy-perfume. Lick lick lick, them across to the other and lick lick lick there. Then lick his chin, kiss his lips - they open and Hassan's tongue is out, fighting with Leo's NOW NOW NOW is the tongue's silent message - well, silent if you don't count the almost continuous moaning and saying alan, alan, alan. Leo's tongue goes very slowly down the centre of the boy's body, spending some time around his navel, then descending at last (after nearly 50 minutes) to the boy's cock. Leo doesn't dare to do more to Hassan's cock than lick off some of the precum: the boy will be on a hair-trigger now. Instead he goes for his balls, sucking first one, then the other, then both into his mouth and gently caressing them. But Leo didn't spend much time on Hassan's balls either. It was time to prepare the boy's arse. Even though he was begging for release his arse wasn't yet ready for Leo's width. Leo lifted Hassan's legs over his shoulders as he had done many times before. The boy lifted his arse, presenting it to Leo with an urgency alan, alan, alan. Leo licked slowly along his perineum, lapping hungrily at the rosebud - a rosebud that had quickly learned to open at the touch of an invading tongue. Invading, but very welcome. A lubed finger was soon inside the boy, whose moans suddenly became a long shuddering sigh as, untouched, his cock suddenly spurted cum onto his belly. "Yours, Rex," said Leo, and I was quick to lick it off Hassan, remembering to make sure that there were no drops left on his cock. Leo knew that one cum wasn't going to be enough, a message reinforced by Hassan remaining fully erect after his orgasm. A second finger was pushed in and disappeared completely into the hot insides of the 12-year-old. "I think he's ready now," said Leo, "let him have his hands back." Hassan's hands immediately cradled Leo's head, and he uttered one of the few English words he'd learned. "Fuck now, fuck now Leo, alan, alan," and he lapsed back into Arabic. Leo obliged him, lubing his cock and slowly pushing it up into the narrow arse. Hassan gasped, but drew Leo in deeper, clasping his legs behind Leo's neck. "Fuck fuck fuck," he growled as Leo began to accelerate towards climax. "Aaah!" from Leo as he unloaded far out of sight inside Hassan. "Aaah!" from Hassan as he felt the surge of cum from Leo's cock. His hands were on his cock now, wanking hard and fast, and another Aaaah! as his second cum in 5 minutes coated his belly. I was down there licking it up in no time. I spent longer making sure his cock was beautifully clean this time. Unusually, Hassan didn't object to his cock being sucked after he'd cum - maybe being cut made the head less sensitive. I don't know what it was, but I was certainly grateful as it allowed me several minutes of pleasure. Hassan lowered his legs and Leo's cock slipped out, followed by leaking cum. I'm impressed that Leo still ejaculates. It's a lot less than it used to be, but I'd ceased to produce spunk before I was 81. Good old Leo! Hassan is whacked, but he remembers his manners enough to clasp Leo in his arms and murmur in his ears, nuzzling his neck like a puppy. He climbs into his dishdash, allowing the cum to run down his thigh. He knows that the scent will excite us later on, and that he'll almost certainly get fucked again if the aphrodisiac aroma rising from a 12-year-old's cummy thighs works its usual magic. There's a nice young arse to be rimmed as well. It could be a busy evening, and I expect I'll be playing my part. ***** It's 11 and time to write up the day's activity. Our evening meal was a beautiful curried fish dish. Leo excelled himself. Hassan ate with us as usual, and I fed him tasty morsels with my fingers. He licked my fingers, as I'd hoped he would, and as the fish course ended and the fruit followed (fed to him in the same way) he joined in and fed me the figs and melon with his fingers. Juice everywhere, and it's a terrible waste if juice isn't licked from male chests, whether the males are 12 or 84. You know how it is - when a boy licks your chest you just can't resist starting on the scented path to ecstasy. For the second time today he came in my mouth. Unless there were orgasms of which I had been unaware I reckoned he'd come 4 times today. No doubt the same would happen tomorrow, and the next day and ... Time for bed. I kissed Leo good-night and cuddled Hassan, who spooned back into me. I do love boys. =============================================================================== To be continued ...