Date: Sun, 17 Jun 2007 07:21:44 -0400 (EDT) From: Herb Cat Subject: Rip Folder: Around the World 15 Sihanoukville Around the World 15 Sihanoukville Copyright 2007 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission. Please note: this story depicts oral and anal sex between male adults and male minors. If this offends you or is illegal to publish in your jurisdiction, or you are under the age of 18, read no further. The characters, locations and incidents in this story are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. As an author, I welcome feedback on my writing. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you. ----- "Where we going next, Malcolm?" "To Cambodia. Look at the map, Juan. You said you wanted to be an archaeologist like my sister, so I thought you'd like to see Angkor Wat." "Angkor What?" At 11:25 that morning, Juan and Pepito said their final Laa gòn to Thailand. Exactly one hour later, Bangkok Airways flight PG905 landed at Siem Reap and they got their first look at Cambodia. "Wow, when we gonna see the Angkor place?" "Soon, Juan, but first things first." First thing on the agenda was checking into their spacious suite at the Angkor Paradise Hotel, and second was freshening up from their flight. After Maria and Juan had finished their showers, Malcolm took Pepito in under the spray and began lathering his precious body. Pepito, who was eye to eye with Malcolm's dick, became very quiet. "Is something the matter, little one?" Pepito looked down at his petite equipment, "Liddle one is right! My peepee is so fuckin small." The wetness in Pepito's eyes was not from the shower. "That's why you doan love me." Now Malcolm's eyes were beginning to tear as well. He crouched down, sat on his haunches, and looked into Pepito's big round eyes. With one hand he tenderly stroked the boy's head; with the other he cupped the boy's sweet sack. "Pepito, Pepito, Pepito, you have a wonderful little boy dick. Believe me, I've seen a lot of little boys in my life and none of their dicks were more beautiful than yours." To emphasize his point, Malcolm leaned forward and planted a sweet kiss on the miniscule peepee. "Why do you think I don't love you?" "Cause you doan wanna fug my ass. You fug Juan all the time 'cause his peepee is bigger n mine. That's why you love him." "Pepito." Malcolm took the wet boy in his arms and hugged him tight, as the water cascaded over their naked bodies. "If you only knew how much I love you. I'd give the world to be with you. And I have a little secret to tell you. Are you listening? Good. I've been thinking a lot about your beautiful ass. Sometimes, I stay awake at night imagining what it would be like to have you sit on my hard cock." "Really?" "You betcha. But the time isn't right yet. When the time is right, I'm definitely going to fuck my beautiful Pepito." "You promise?" "Absolutely! You can bet on it. Malcolm never breaks a promise." "You won't forget?" "Hmmm, OK, listen, we're going to have a secret sign, OK? Just you and me. You can't tell Juan or Mama. It's our secret. Look at my long finger. You know what that is?" "Hehe, that's the F U finger." "That's right, now you wrap your whole hand around that finger. That's the way. When I have my finger inside your fist like that, it's a sign that some day I'll have my cock inside your ass. That way, we'll both remember. OK?" "O gay!" .oOo. Down the road, Malcolm turned in at a sign marked "airport." "Hey, why we going nother airport?" "You'll see, Pepito." The manager of the hotel had noticed the two handsome boys (everyone does), and getting Malcolm aside, suggested a special treat he thought they'd enjoy. Soon, the four of them were rising into the air in a helium balloon. "Wow, this is so neat! Look, I see the temple! And those big towers. Wow, look at all those statues. This place is huge! Thanks, Malcolm. This is so cool!" "You're welcome, Juan. Take a good look because when we are back on the ground, it'll be hard to appreciate this vast complex." As their eyes surveyed the landscape, Juan and Maria never noticed that Pepito's hand was firmly gripping Malcolm's middle finger. All too soon, they were coming back down, but now all the more anxious to explore the amazing site. Malcolm was right. When they began to explore Angkor Wat on foot, it was overwhelming. The site, Angkor Wat, Angkor Thom and The Bayon, covered many square miles, and contained the ruins of many old temples (including the largest temple in the world), as well as palaces, the large four-sided towers, two large reservoirs, and 54 gods and devils standing guard. Built eight to fifteen hundred years ago, this was the capital of the Khmer empire that stretched throughout southeast Asia and up into China. It was once the largest city in the world. Suddenly, in 1431 everyone moved out and no one knows why. Juan ventured, "Maybe they were abducted by aliens!" In the museum, they saw pictures of how the jungle had swallowed up the ruins until Henri Mouhot from France discovered them in 1859. Many of the buildings are still being restored. "Wow, I wish I was here with that Mouhot guy." "You like archaeology?" A man at a desk nearby had been listening to the boys and Malcolm discuss the project. "You bet. I'm going to be one when I get big, like Dr. Andrea. And I'm going to find hidden temples with carvings and statues of naked people having fun, and . . ." The man was already laughing. "You have to excuse Juan. He's very excited here. Hi, I'm Malcolm. We've seen ancient artifacts now in England, Italy, Greece, India, Thailand. If it's old, Juan wants to know about it. Of course, he also wants to be a movie star when he grows up." "It's wonderful to see such enthusiasm. I'm Dr. Channery. I'm in charge of the digs here. Who is Dr. Andrea?" "Oh, she's my sister, Dr. Andrea Sloan." "And Dr. Marcus Sloan? Yes, I've read their monographs on Naxos. Come, young man, how would you like to help with a real archaeologist." Dr. Channery led the boys to a remote corner of Angkor Wat and showed them how the soil must be removed carefully, inch by inch, and studied. Some artifacts are so small, it's easy to miss them. Juan told Dr. Channery he wanted to find something to prove his alien abduction theory. The next day, they took another elephant ride in the morning and then rented bicycles and explored the little villages outside of town. In the afternoon, they walked around the market of Siem Reap. Between the colorful silk fabrics and cotton khromas, the street musicians, and the jars of spices, all of their senses were on overload. But Malcolm was most interested in the little boys who laughed and pushed their souvenirs at him, spouting the few English words they knew, "Buy mine, mister. I see you first. One dollar." No matter what sites he sees in any country throughout the world, nothing can beat the grin on a happy little boy's face. .oOo. "OK, Juan, that sign says Phnom Penh is 308 kilometers." After two nights in enchanting Siem Reap, they were now heading south. "That's 191 miles. Four hours easily!" "Well, the Khmer Highway isn't the Autobahn, so maybe a little longer." Maria added, "And we might find some places we want to stop and look around." "And pee!" Pepito added. "Six or seven hours, it looks like then." The road wound past the Tonie Sap, the beautiful large lake in the center of the country, as well as tall palm trees, and rolling green rice fields. In villages along the way, they spotted many little temples. As they paralleled the riverbank, Malcolm almost wished they had opted to take the boat down to Cambodia's capital instead of driving. Then he would have been able to hold his Juan instead of the steering wheel. Along the way, they often spotted amputees on crutches, some of them no older than the boys. Malcolm explained about the war. How the American government felt at the time it was a necessary engagement. How the Khmer Rouge killed (or let starve) three million people. And how the land mines planted there long ago are still maiming children today. "I hade war. I don't want to fide nobody." "You're right, Pepito," said his mother. "I wish everyone in the world could live at peace with each other. If more boys had the chance to go around the world and meet children in other countries, maybe when they grew up they wouldn't want to shoot at each other." Malcolm said, "You know, Maria, in some ways the hippies were right. When we were sending men over here to die, the flower children used to chant, 'Make Love not War.'" Juan agreed, "Yeah, that's a great idea! Let's get to our hotel so we can do that." "OK, Juan, you're the boss!" .oOo. Juan's blog February 20 - Suor-sdei. We have been looking around Phnom Penh. It's funny 'cause there are things here that look like Paris, even though we're in Cambodia. Even a lot of signs are in French. We're staying in the Phnom Penh Hotel. Really nice. We went to the Royal Palace where the king lives. Next door is the Silver Pagoda where we saw a Buddha made of emerald! And in front of him was another Buddha made of gold, with 2000 diamonds. The floor is really made of blocks of silver! We saw a bronze statue of Vishnu that was really really old. And a monk told us our fortunes. He said I'm going to be famous one day. And Pepito will marry a real nice girl. Tomorrow we are going to the beach for a few days. Hehe, everybody up there in Minnesota, eat your heart out. Khnhom-noek-ptah (that means I miss you guys), Juan .oOo. It took Malcolm about three hours to drive through the beautiful countryside from Phnom Penh to the beachfront town of Kampong Saom (which some people call Sihanoukville, in honor of the king), so by mid-afternoon he and Maria were sitting on the amazingly white sand soaking in the sunshine. The boys of course were building sand castles, chasing the breaking waves, and finding local kids to play with. There were lots of children on the beach. It wasn't long before Juan and Pepito were joined by a cute little Khmer kid who looked maybe 7 or 8. Not very well nourished, he was wearing torn shorts and a smile you could die for. Again Malcolm pondered the lesson Maria's boys could teach all of us: Why can't we all just get along? Malcolm studied the other beachgoers. Frequently a Caucasian man walked by holding hands with one or two boys, obviously not his own. He recalled his conversation with Bruce. If Cambodia was truly cracking down on pedophile tourists, they weren't being too effective. He guessed that a lot of these men got right off the plane, headed for the beach, and in a couple hours had their boy for the night. He noticed Juan, Pepito and their new friend were now intrigued by a radio-controlled toy beach buggy making circles in the sand. It would stop, and when they ran up to it, it would take off again leaving them giggling. Malcolm had no problem spotting the man with the control box. Six foot six, and slightly overweight, he had a presence. He was dressed in knaki pants and a straw hat, with a wooly mustache, lots of chest hair and an aryan tattoo on his arm. Now he was talking to the boys and letting them each take a turn at the controls. "What time is it?" Maria's question interrupted Malcolm's observations. "Oh, we better call the boys. It's almost time for Pepito's medication. Yoo hoo, Juan, Pepito. Come." Juan handed the control box to the local, and raced Pepito back to his mother. In a few minutes, Malcolm saw Herr Mustache and little torn pants headed up the beach, hand in hand, the boy carrying the car and the man wearing a satisfied smirk. Malcolm looked down and saw Pepito smiling up at him, his hand firmly grasping Malcolm's middle finger. .oOo. "I'm scared, Juan." "Me too, Pepito, that man tricked us with his silly car. Now here we are in this hotel room." "He dook all our clothes away. I don't like dat man." "Me neither. He locked the door. I hear him out in the hall. He's talking to some other man." "What's he saying?" "I don't know, but it sounds German, like Bruce talked." Juan didn't want to scare Pepito any more, so he didn't admit that he recognized some of the words: "Arschloch," "poppen," and "durchficken." The door opened and poor naked Pepito cowered behind Juan, who bravely tried to protect his baby brother. But the men were too much for boys 12 and 6 to resist. The new stranger pulled Juan on to his lap and started probing his little hole with his teutonic fingers. There was no condom or lube in sight. Meanwhile Herr Mustache held Pepito in his sweaty arms and was licking his face with his hairy tongue, telling him he was a sweet boy and he was going to play nice for Herr Mustache. Juan suddenly saw his brother's tear-filled eyes roll up to the ceiling. He knew what was happening. Having missed his medicine, Pepito was going into a seizure. "Vot is dis?" yelled Herr Mustache, as Pepito began to shake uncontrollably. "Dumkopf! Stop playing games. I'm going to fuck your ass." "No, stop it!! leave him alone!! Let us go!! . . ." "What's the madder, Señor Malgum." "What? huh?" "Malcolm, you're scaring us. You woke us up shouting. What's wrong?" "Oh, Boys, Boys, I'm so sorry. I was having a terrible nightmare." Malcolm clenched both boys close in a tight bear hug. "I'll always protect you, boys." "Uh, Malcolm, now you're hurting us." "Shit, I'm sorry. It's just that I love you both so much. I never want to lose you." He eased up on the hug a little and began smothering both boys with kisses.