Date: Fri, 15 Nov 2019 00:20:00 -0700 From: Ocelot Subject: Our Perfect Vacation Chapter III Here we go again! This story contains scenes of consensual sex betwixt adults and minor teen males. If this kind of thing is offensive to you, or illegal, or whatever, and you're obligated to leave, do so. Or stay. These are just words, not a command. Also, Nifty cannot continue to host such great stories without your help. Give `til it hurts! This story is to be displayed on Nifty, and no other websites. The bus tour. It was dull. Cramped, smelly, full of people chatting in about a dozen different languages. London had that furrowed forehead going on that was normal when he wasn't happy about something. I was internally screaming. While we wouldn't be on the bus tour of the city the whole day, a minute felt like ten. "I can't believe you booked us on this," he growled, looking out the window. "It looked better on the website," I replied with all honesty. "They always do." Finally, we stopped, and we got off the bus and stretched. I looked around, getting my bearings, and began walking down the street. It was lined with vendors as this was a regular tourist stop, so it seemed natural. London followed a few steps behind, mumbling about idiot husbands. I kept walking, and headed a few blocks away. London kept pace with me. "Where are you going?" London asked. "Your surprise." "A surprise for me? This has already been...a surprise." "I know," I said this with a smirk that let him know that I was up to something. We entered a building that was nondescript, and I spoke with someone sitting at a reception desk. We were ushered in through a locked door into a waiting lounge. Soft music played from hidden speakers. Oil paintings decorated the walls. Red cushioned seats lined the wall, and London and I sat. A server brought us glasses of scotch, and we sipped as word was sent upstairs. In minutes, a line of boys came down the stairs. They ranged in age from 11-17. They were all groomed, their hair neatly styled, their skin glistening, and they wore nothing but golden colored bikini briefs, so little was hidden. Their bulges were different sizes as normally happens when you get a group of boys of those ages together. This was a brothel for young willing males. Across town was one for young willing females, which of course didn't interest us. London's eyes were popping out of his head at all the lovely boy flesh on display. His mouth dropped open, and I had to check to make sure he was still breathing. I stood, and waved my hand at the lineup. The boys turned a slow circle, showing off their bodies and...assets. "What..." was all London could get out. "My anniversary present to you, babe. Long have we wanted to make love to boys. Today is that day. Choose two, and we'll get them for two hours. I've prepaid, so choose wisely." London stood up, the bulge in his pants revealing how excited he was. He slowly walked up and down the line, each boy smiling and looking up at him. Some had red hair. Some had dark hair. Some had freckles. Others had dimples. He stopped in front of twins. Both were identical to the other. The same green eyes. The same soft smile. The same dimples. The same bulges. He placed his hand on their shoulders. They smiled broadly. "I choose these two." He said, smiling at me because knew we'd both enjoy them. "Well done, good sir," a person holding a clipboard said. "You've chosen well. Twins. Age 11. Born seven minutes apart. Blond hair. Green eyes. Identical bodies and genitals. The one on your right is certified pure." "Certif- what?" I asked. "Certified pure. A virgin. You two will be his first." I was handed a key card that would allow us to access the bedroom we'd share with the twins for the next two hours. The twin who was a virgin took my hand and led me upstairs. His brother took London's hand and followed behind us. The hand I was holding was soft and warm. We went up to the sixth floor. With the twins accompanying us, it seemed to only take seconds. I waved the keycard in front of the electronic lock. It beeped, flashed a green light, and we went in. The room was elegant. Soft recessed lighting illuminated the bed, but not in a way that would be harsh or glare. There was a wet bar, and a humidor with cigars. Candles had been freshly lit and flicked as our entrance disturbed the air. There was a door that led to a bathroom with a shower big enough for all of us. I turned to my twin. "I'm D'artagan," I said with a smile. "They call me Cherry Boy, mister. You'll be my first." He beamed as he said this, proud of what he was going to do. "I'm London," my husband said, placing his soft hands on the shoulders of his twin. "I'm Quick. You suck me, I'm very quick to cum, mister." "Call us D'artagan and London," I said caressing the cheek of Cherry Boy. I leaned in and kissed him. Cherry Boy's arms circled my waist, and he kissed me back. His lips were soft, and his tongue met mine. From the moans beside me, I knew London was kissing Quick. Cherry Boy's small hands worked their way to my front and found the buttons to my shirt. Without breaking our kiss, he was able to unbutton my shirt, and slide it off. His smooth hands ran up and down my chest before cupping my bulge. Cherry Boy undid my belt, and my pants fell to the ground. There was a small tinkling of change, but I was busy rubbing the chest of the beautiful boy in front of me. I pushed him down onto the bed, and admired his slim, smooth body. I also noticed both he and his twin were almost too slim. Their ribs showed, but not like they were starving, but as if they just needed a few good meals. I'd be sure to tip well, so they could have some good meals, but other business called first. Cherry Boy's cocklet was hard, as evidenced by the bulge in his bikini briefs. I ran my hand down his body, gently playing and pinching his nipples which were the size of nickels. I kissed his neck, inhaling his scent, licking his tender and wonderful boy flesh. Kissing my way down, I licked and sucked his nipples, his hands in my hair. His stomach received the same amount of attention, and I drew my fingers against his side. I traced my fingers over the precious treasure hidden inside the golden bikini briefs. I heard slurping sounds, and looked over. London was getting his cocked sucked by Quick. London's 7.5" cock shone with Quick's saliva, and he, London, winked at me and mouthed the words "thank you". His fingers were running through Quick's hair. I returned my attention to Cherry Boy. I licked and kissed the beautiful bulge under those delightful bikini briefs. I slid a finger under the waistband and touched my fingertip to the 11 year old hard cock. It was so wonderful. Soft, yet hard. Rigid yet yielding. I ran my finger along his shaft still under the bikini briefs and with my fingertip touched first one of his nuts then the other. I smiled at Cherry Boy and lowered my head. I took hold of those golden bikini briefs with my teeth and pulled it down. His hard cock waved in my face. My heart raced as I saw a gorgeous boy cock in person for the first time. It was four inches long, circumsized, and a small freckle was on the right side of the head. It made it all the more beautiful. London's cock and my cock were thick. The cocks of Cherry Boy and Quick weren't as thick, but that didn't mean we didn't like them. I opened my mouth, and took Cherry Boy's cock into my mouth. He moaned in pleasure. I swirled my tongue on the head, and ran it up and down his shaft. I cupped his balls and licked the sack. I took his whole cock into my mouth and began sucking the wonderful treasure I had traveled so far to get. Being a young lad, Cherry Boy had good staying power. He didn't cum quickly. But I didn't mind. I loved sucking him. My hair fell into my face, and he brushed it away while moaning my name. "Oh, D'artagan, that feels so wonderful. You're talented at sucking. Oh...oh...I'm going to cum!" The wonderful and cute boy squirmed as his body built to orgasm, and his cock twitched in my mouth as he came. I tasted the sweet cum. I relished how hot and delicious the boy's nectar was. "Damn, babe! I'm going to cum from watching you!" London was actively thrusting into Quick's mouth, and from his breathing, I knew he was close to cumming himself. My cock bobbed and throbbed and leaked pre as it strained for action. As I pulled my head off the still hard cock, Cherry Boy gestured to the cabinet beside the bed. "Condoms and lube are in there, D'artagan." "Are you sure you're ready for this?" I frowned slightly at the boy. Though making love to a sweet boy like him was all I wanted right now, I wanted to make sure he wanted it as well. "Yes. I'm ready." Reaching into the cabinet, I found some lube and a condom. Cherry Boy sat up, my cock in his face. He stroked and sucked it for a moment, and then rolled the condom onto my hard shaft with infinite care. Squeezing some lube onto his hands, he worked it onto my cock and then laid back. Pressing the bottle into my hand, he smiled and spread his legs. I applied some lube to his hole, and pressed the tip of my cock against him. Slowly, I pushed. I encountered resistance, but soon, I was sliding in the tight hole. Cherry Boy gasped and I was in a whole new world of feeling. I pulled out a bit, and then pushed back in a bit further. My fingers laced with his, and soon, my cock was all the way inside him. I entered all the way, and stayed inside him for a minute, letting him get used to me, and I began fucking him in earnest, panting and not blinking so I wouldn't miss a thing. "Oh, Quick, oh sweet boy, I'm cumming! I'm..." London broke off as his body shook and his gorgeous cock began to shoot hot ropes of white cum. Quick did his best to swallow it all, but some got onto his chin. London lay on the bed, cuddling Quick, his hands stroking the boy's cock. "Ready to be sucked, Quick?" London asked. "I'm always ready," he said with a smile. London proceeded to open his mouth, and begin licking the lovely boy cock in front of him. He fondled the balls with the greatest of care. Rubbing Quick's thighs, he began to suck in earnest and began touching all the boy flesh he could. Resuming my thrusting into Cherry Boy, I enjoyed the act of making love to an 11 year old boy. Though London had cum, I knew he'd be hard again in no time, ready to do some fucking of his own. I traced my fingers around the young boy's nipples, then I gripped his sides as I began thrusting in earnest. I could feel my orgasm building. I was so turned on by what I was doing to the boy in front of me, London and Quick faded from view. All my attention was on my cock inside the wonderful cute boy in front of me. I admired every hair on his head. I admired how his eyes twinkled as I thrusted into him. I admired the graceful curves of his naked body, more turned on than I ever had before. I could feel my orgasm building, I was panting, and sweat was on my forehead. When I came, I thrusted into Cherry Boy, and kept my cock there as it pulsed and I came. Cherry Boy was writhing in pleasure on the mattress, and smiling at me. When my cock had softened a bit, I pulled out and pulled off the condom. I lay down next to Cherry Boy, and held him close. It was blissful heaven. But the bliss didn't last for too long. I heard some soft crying. I looked up, and Cherry Boy looked around at his brother. "What's wrong?" London asked, infinite concern on his face. "Did you not like it?" "No, I liked it plenty. I liked how you sucked me," Quick said, wiping his eyes. "Then what's the problem?" London looked at me, and I looked at him. "He can't cum yet," Cherry Boy said, his voice a bit muffled by my chest. "I can orgasm, but it's a dry orgasm, and there have been lots of complaints about how an 11 year old who can't make sperm is useless." Quick resumed his soft whimpering and crying. I handed London a tissue who used it to dry the boy's eyes and wipe his face. London and I had discussed things, and we decided that if we ever got the chance to make love to boys, we wouldn't care if they could shoot or not. I knew we certainly weren't going to complain. "But you're only eleven. It's only a matter of time before you begin shooting-" I began. "You don't understand! There have been a lot of complaints. We're close to being thrown on the street if I can't begin to cum soon." Quick said this as Cherry Boy wriggled free from my grasp and began hugging his brother. London and I looked at each other. Our hearts went out to the dear boys. Living on the streets was no way for these angels to live. I pulled London over to a corner of the room as the boys comforted each other and we talked things over. We agreed on a plan of action, and decided to tell the boys. "Well, don't w-" London began. "Yeah, fuck us, and leave us, and we'll be on the streets. You'll be a million miles away tomorrow so who cares about some dumb boys?" Cherry Boy said this with a scowl. "Guys," I began. "We're going to save you. We'll take you to America. You won't be on the streets one second. We'll be back tomorrow, and we'll get you again, and then we'll make our escape." I pointed out the window which overlooked a small pool. "What?" Cherry Boy, asked, not daring to hope. "Can we get another room, closer to the ground floor?" I asked. Quick looked puzzled. "Why?" "We'll come back tomorrow, pair up with you, and get out of the room, take you to our hotel, and we'll take you to our home, if you're okay with that. We have the room for you, and we'd love to know you were safe and warm and well fed. Is that okay?" Quick and Cherry Boy conferred with each other. "We can't promise a room on a lower floor, but we're happy to try to escape with you." We spent the rest of the time discussing our home and how we planned to get them out. Guards roamed the halls in case a client tried to hurt the boys too badly. London and I each cuddled with the boys as we talked and discussed things. I made sure to take an individual picture of the twins. When we left, London and I walked around the block a time or two to scout the perimeter. The next day, we were back. We again chose the twins for sex, and went to our room. It was on the third floor. Not what I'd hoped for, but we'd make do. From the cargo shorts that London and I were wearing, we pulled out some shorts and shirts for the boys. We couldn't figure out how to get shoes in, so the boys would have to go barefoot until we could change that. Under my direction, the mattress was stripped, and moved to the window. The chairs and desk were placed so they blocked the door, and when we were ready, we heaved the mattress out the window into the pool. Jumping from the third floor into a pool was a good way to get something broken. The mattress would break the fall, and the water would catch us without breaking anything. London went first. I made sure the twins got to safety and when I was throwing my leg over the railing of the balcony, I heard pounding on the door, and cursing in a foreign language. The others were frantically waving me on, as if I needed more motivation. I splashed onto the mattress, and got poolside. We were soaking wet, but part one was done. "Over the back fence," London said, lacing his hands together to help the twins cross. "Race to the taxi stand, and get one! Don't slow down!" I called as Quick went over the fence. I could hear lots more shouting. And why not? Two customers were escaping with two of their sex workers. I helped London over, and he grabbed my hand so as he went down, he also pulled me up. We hit the ground running, and saw the twins had a taxi waiting for us. We told the driver a location, and I threw some money over the seat to ensure he'd go fast. It was sort of cramped. All four of us were in the back seat. We hugged each other, and smiled and were happy we had gotten away free. I knew we had precious little time. I had heard rumors of gangsters controlling the brothels, and didn't know if they could manipulate the government so our passports were red flagged. At a shop, we dashed out, bought the first clothes we found that fit us, sandals for the twins, and got a new taxi. "How do we get out of the country?" Cherry Boy asked. "Well, I read a lot of books, so I took some action last night. After two hours, I found someone willing to make you boys American passports, good enough to slip through the system. He took the pictures I took of you, and the passports were ready this morning. We maxed out our credit cards, and got you plane tickets home, changed our tickets, and paid to have our luggage stored at the forger." There was a pause as the boys took all this in. I could see a thousand questions, but knew we didn't have time for all the answers. I looked each boy in the face, and took each of their hands in mine. "Do you guys trust us?" I asked as London watched out the window for any pursuit. "Yes." Came the confident answer. "Then do as we say until we're on the plane and in the air, and we'll answer your questions." I smiled at the twins as they nodded. We picked up the passports to the tune of two thousand dollars cash, and London and I weren't broke, but I could see the financial bottom for us coming closer and closer. Sure, I'd used our savings for this, but didn't expect to buy two black market passports on the trip. Going through the airport was the most nerve-wracking thing I'd ever done. London went through first. Cherry Boy, now Tyler went behind him. Quick, now Jaxon went third. I came up fourth, my interest in all spy novels and movies serving me well as I looked ahead and back, and not seeing anything that was out of the ordinary. Soon, we were in the air. The twins sat between London and I. We held hands as we flew to freedom. Our perfect vacation had netted us a perfect family. The boys leaned close together and soon, London and I were answering their questions. Questions about our past, and their future. Our future. Together. So another chapter is done! I hope you liked it. If you want to know more about who will be appearing in the next chapter, I suggest you read "Ashton and Noah" in the gay/adult-youth section. Questions? Comments? Smart remarks? Feel free to message me fullmetalocelot12@gmail.com