Date: Tue, 15 Aug 2017 09:53:28 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Lion-King Chapter 8 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 8 It's 31 August 2003 and Amin and Hari are with us. Really it should only be Amin, senior twin by about 10 minutes, who is our houseboy, but I know how twins work, and there was never any question that they should both share the houseboy duties, both the domestic ones and the bedroom ones. They first came here last year. Before we met Faruq we had had a succession of more casual arrangements, culminating a year ago when the boy we'd had for 2001 announced, when we tried to re-engage him, that he was no longer interested. As he was 16 then we weren't too disappointed ourselves: Leo and I like our boys at a slightly younger age. Old enough to come and not so old that they're getting hairy. In Tangier such boys are plentiful, it's just a question of making contact without making mistakes. Mind you, we're well enough known now as regular visitors that the boy mafia (or, more likely, their fathers) keep us well informed. The beauty of the arrangement is that this is North Africa, where such activities are we are seeking to buy are tolerated without shame. So when Idi came to us last year to announce his unavailability he was able to tell us that he knew someone whom we should not overlook in our quest for a houseboy. This someone was the brother of a neighbour. His name was Faruq and he had "many daughters and a wife - very expensive - and five sons who would earn the money to pay the bride-money of the daughters". This was a novel approach to providing for one's family, but if there really were five sons they would be nicely spread in ages perhaps, and would keep us happily provided with houseboys for many years. As you know, that's exactly how it turned out. We asked Idi how he knew all this, and how he knew that the sons would be up for the activities we required. That was easy, he said. He had liked fucking Leo last year (and Leo was happy to confirm that he had been good at it) but he was now married to Faruq's eldest daughter and fucking her was much nicer. There was no guile to Idi. What about the boys? The two oldest were twins of 11 whom he had caught fucking each other while he was with his inamorata, and questioning ("I'll tell Faruq if you don't tell me") had elicited the unsurprising information that Amin and Haroun were at it like rabbits most of the time, and were very keen to extend their repertoire to include men. This sounded promising. Idi said he would introduce us to Faruq. The meeting was arranged. Faruq had clearly been briefed about our mission, but the Arab way is to drink coffee and talk of unimportant things for a good while before the serious business is begun. After about half an hour Faruq cleared his throat. "Idi - a good boy - has told me that you seek a houseboy. He has indicated the nature - the very precise nature - of the duties." He smiled. "I am not of that kind, but I am burdened with many women who love expensive things. My sons will work at what I tell them. You will choose which will serve you now." He clapped his hands and two beautiful children came and stood by his side. "This," he said, putting his hand on the boy's arm, "is Amin, my oldest boy. And this is his brother Haroun. They are twins." (This was immediately obvious: they were indistinguishable.) "Which will you choose?" Leo and I exchanged looks, and I mouthed 'both? why not' to him. When Leo nodded I said to Faruq that I was, like Amin and Haroun, a twin, and I knew that it was important that twins should keep together. "We will employ both of your beautiful sons," I said, "and they will be together in everything that we do." This brought joy to three faces, Faruq's joy being that his family's income was going to increase by twice as much as he had hoped. Leo is the business brains, and he offered Faruq a sum quite a bit greater than he had expected, and made it clear that the same sum would be offered each year to younger sons as time went by, even if there were only one employed. That brought Faruq to his feet in gratitude, and the bargain was sealed with more coffee, brought by a slightly younger boy, Mustafa. Amin and Haroun came to squat beside Leo and me, and Faruq smiled his blessing. If he had misgivings about what fate (worse than death, presumably) was to befall his sons then he was careful not to let them show. After a decent interval the four of us left, with lavish farewells all round. The first few days were an eye-opener. Neither boy had any real idea what was expected of them, but they were both very bright, very erotic, very quick learners, and very pleased that their lessons were so enjoyable. Thus when, over a year after that, we reached today there were four very experienced males with much to offer each other by way of satisfaction. You'll want to hear about it. Neither Leo nor I had wished to show a preference for either boy, but the boys felt under no such restraint. Each of them was fond of each of us, but Leo was Amin's favourite and I was Hari's. I'm pretty sure that this was because Leo preferred fucking and I preferred sucking, and the boys' preferences reflected ours. Naturally everybody fucked and got fucked, sucked and got sucked, but everybody had their own favourite way of reaching orgasm. At 12 both boys could produce a decent volume of spunk when they came, and they could come several times a day without serious interference with their housekeeping duties. That August was tiring for us old guys though. My 75th birthday 11 days ago had been pretty exhausting as Leo had prepared a surprise for me. It had gone so well that I suggested that we might all care to repeat it today, it being Ace's 75th birthday as well. Leo's eyes went heavenward - he's got this 'oh God' expression he does sometimes - but Amin and Hari leapt up, professing genuine enthusiasm for another performance. It was agreed that it would take place after lunch. During the years we were together Leo and I had never had a top-bottom relationship. Each of us liked being fucked by the other, so we were pretty versatile, and our love-making never grew stale, even though it naturally became a lot less energetic. Just occasionally, however, the juices could be got to flow by something special. Since we started coming to Tangier that something special was a boy - a succession of boys - and while our sex life together in England for 11 months of the year was loving and tender, we both became a lot lustier when a teenager was around the place. The birthday treat Leo had planned with the twins certainly came into this category. Leo led me to bed, but instead of lying at my usual side I was placed in the middle on my back. Amin was lying on one side of me and Hari on the other. We were all naked. Leo knelt at my feet and lifted my legs over his shoulders. I was going to be fucked by the man I loved, by his thick cock which would stretch my arse in the way I loved. But Leo didn't make a move. Amin crept in under my legs and started to lick my balls. At the same moment I felt Hari's lips engulfing my cock. Having two 12-year-olds sucking one's genitals is as good a way of spending time as any. I was hard, and so were they. I reached down and took a cock in each hand, gently sliding my hands up and down the steel-hard silky smoothness of their boyhood. The boys sighed and murmured their appreciation. Then I felt a small hand, well lubed, introduce his fingers into my arse. He felt around for my prostate and rubbed it with his finger. It was my turn to sigh and murmur my delight. The hand was removed and I felt Leo move into action. Leo fucked me slow and deep: he knows how I like it. While he was doing so the boys moved away from my cock and balls to my chest. Each of them licked one of my nipples. I'm not normally keen on having my nipples played with; I don't know why, but generally I find it irritating rather than stimulating. Today it was different, largely because the tongue music was so imperceptibly gentle, almost like soft breaths of warm wind. I was entranced. Leo was fucking me and two gorgeous 12-year-olds - lovers themselves - were giving my nipples exciting new sensations. I wanted this to go on for ever. I closed my eyes. The boys moved again. This time Amin squatted down on my chest facing Leo, presenting me with his arse. I leant forward to kiss it and he moved back up me so that my face was buried in his crack. I gave it the full treatment, and reached round his hips to stroke his cock. Instead of my hand on his cock I discovered Hari's lips. They were real contortionists these two. After a couple of minutes Amin moved away, and his place was taken by Hari. Soon Hari's arse was as clean (and wet) as Amin's, and my taste buds were in overload with the special scent of boys' arses. All the time Leo was still fucking me slowly and the width of his cock was bringing me closer to coming. Not yet though. The boys now started the final part of their act. Each of them knelt on either side of my head, facing inwards. Each cock could be in my mouth and all I had to do was turn my head this way or that. I sucked Hari first for a couple of minutes, switching my mouth to Amin as I sensed Hari was beginning to boil. When Amin started to breathe more heavily I took my lips from his cock as well. I was looking at them both with glazed eyes - lust was filling my brain. I saw them nod to each other. The finale was approaching. Each boy now started to wank himself; beautiful long brown fingers wrapped round beautiful long brown cocks, rubbing faster and faster. It was a race now. The boys were grunting as they got closer then suddenly I saw Amin's cock jerk and a rope of his cum spurted out onto my chest. I got my lips on it just in time to catch the rest of his spunk as his cock pumped it into me. I heard Hari say that he was there, and I felt Hari's cum spurting onto my chest. I managed to get the rest of his spunk in my mouth as well. Then, with a great Aaaah! Leo finally came and I could feel my husband's cock thrusting into me as it pumped his cum deep inside me. Spunk up my arse, spunk in my mouth, spunk on my chest. My eyes were closed again and I could feel two tongues licking cum off me, and two boys reaching for each other over my body and kissing their sucked-up cum into their twin's mouth. "We do you now, Rex," said Hari. Amin got my balls in his mouth; Leo lifted my legs up again and rimmed me; Hari took as much of my 9 inches as he could into his mouth and used his lips and tongue to bring me to a shattering climax. It felt like I came about 20 spurts, but I don't think it was quite that many to a neutral observer. Hari swallowed the lot: he likes cum as much as I do. We had all come. We relaxed in the afterglow of such an energetic session. Leo took me in his arms. "Happy birthday 11 days ago," he said. I told him I loved him, not that he was unaware of this, but I like telling him. Hari and Amin lay very close to us, their hot lithe bodies pressed into us. Sweat poured off all four of us. It seemed quite likely that before the siesta was over there would be more coupling. In the event we stayed in bed for four hours, sleeping occasionally, but one or other of us was usually thinking of initiating something. Amin and Hari came three or four times and Leo and I twice. That's a lot of cum in one bed in an afternoon. The laundry service had very little of it to deal with though. That would have been a terrible waste. Eventually Leo got up to prepare the meal. I lay on my back, utterly relaxed, with a naked boy in my arms on either side. "Thank you, Amin; thank you, Hari," I said, "that was a special afternoon." "We are glad you are happy, Rex," said Hari, "we love it when we make you happy." I cuddled them both, kissing them gently. 75 is a good age, but better ones lie ahead as I get younger. =============================================================================== badboi666@btinternet.com is where you should sent comments and suggestions