Date: Mon, 30 Apr 2007 15:19:46 -0400 (EDT) From: Herb Cat Subject: Rip Folder: Around the World 4 Paris 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. ----- Malcolm got his entourage to the St. Pancras station in London and turned in his rental car. Juan was very excited at the thought of traveling under the water in a great big tunnel. Little Pepito was playing with Oso, comforting him. "Doan worry, lil bear. I'll proteg you." Maria was excited about going to France. She kept repeating "gracias" to Malcolm. As they sped along, she couldn't take her eyes off the French countryside that whizzed past her window. Malcolm wanted to use every opportunity to improve the boys' education, so he read to them some facts about Paris he had downloaded off the web. When he told them that Julius Caesar conquered the city in 52 BC -- well, it was just a village then, -- Pepito got excited. "I'm gonna gon-ger Paris too. Epilepsy didn't stop Caesar and it won't stop me, hehe." In just over two hours, they were arriving at the Gare du Nord station in Paris but, of course, the most exciting part for Juan had been the twenty minutes spent in the tunnel. Once they had gotten through customs, Malcolm arranged for another rental car. He was overjoyed that once again he was in a country where people drove on the right side of the road. He vowed that for the rest of the trip, whenever they were in a country that drove on the "wrong" side like Britain, he would leave the driving to someone else. He was NOT a switch hitter. Following up on some tips he'd gotten from Ricky and Chucky, Malcolm found a picturesque old hotel in downtown Paris. From their window, they could see the Eiffel Tower. They had a small suite -- two bedrooms, sitting room -- that would allow Maria a measure of privacy. Pepito scampered around the rooms showing Oso all the old furnishings. Suddenly he called his brother to come into the bathroom, and soon after Maria and Malcolm heard both boys giggling loudly, and went to investigate. "Loog, Malgum, it's a fountain!" Pepito pressed the lever on the bidet to demonstrate. Malcolm and Maria burst out laughing. Maria explained the hygienic aspect of the strange fixture. Of course, hearing this, both brothers immediately dropped their pants and took turns spritzing their assholes and giggling madly. Juan said he wanted to write about it in his blog and Pepito said he'd draw a picture. Maria wanted to take a bath before they went to supper. Malcolm decided to study his guide books and make plans for their stay in Paris. And Juan and Pepito closed themselves in Maria's room. Malcolm thought the boys seemed to be doing that a lot lately, but he figured "boys will be boys." At the restaurant, Malcolm made Juan convert the prices from Euros into dollars, and also calculate the tip. He had to have his math lesson for the day. After supper, Maria kissed her sons goodnight and went to bed. The three males (well, five if you count the two bears) stripped and settled into their big bed for the night. Juan and Pepito peppered Malcolm with questions about Paris. Eventually, they finally fell asleep, one boy cuddled in each arm, their tiny limbs sprawled across Malcolm's grateful chest and belly. The next morning, as Malcolm was beginning to waken, he realized that Juan's little mouth was working on his cock. Juan had begun to do this often, and Malcolm couldn't think of a nicer way to wake up. "Good morning, garçon." "Hmmmfff." Malcolm glanced over and saw Pepito was fast asleep hugging Oso. So he pulled Juan on to his chest and whispered, "I love you." "You know what, Malcolm?" Juan had a silly grin on his face. "You're like that Napoleon guy." "How's that?" "You got this bony part, hehehe." Malcolm laughed and hugged his darling boy. "You want me to use it, petit ami?" "Uh huh!" Juan nodded. So Malcolm reached down to spread his tiny boy cheeks apart. Deftly, he grabbed the KY and lubed up. Then he pushed his turgid tool up into the lovely boy's chute and pumped away. As Juan cooed softly, Malcolm discharged his love juice. "That's even better than the bidet, Malcolm." The coup woke up Pepito and so the three rose and showered together. Maria was already up and dressed. They had breakfast in the hotel's dining room and then began the tour Malcolm had planned for the day. It was a gorgeous, sun-drenched day. Of course, they started by climbing the Eiffel Tower and looking out over this magical city. They walked along the River Seine and watched artists create masterpieces. They paraded down the Champs-�^?lysées all the way to the Arc de Triomphe. And everywhere they went, Malcolm took lots of pictures of his angels, and Maria kept singing, "I love Paris in the springtime, I love Paris in the fall." .oOo. Juan's blog October 4 - Bon Jour (bone sure). I'm learning French! We been here in Paris four days and it's really great. When I get home I'll tell you guys all about a thing they got here called a bidet! (bidday) Today we went to Les Invalides. It's this museum, and Napoleon is buried there. He's like a big hero here. He led the army in their revolution just like our George Washington. Then he became emperor just like Washington became president. And he made lots of good laws that brought order to France. Like he made laws that said it was ok to be gay. But he fought against the British and lost at a place called Waterloo. When we was in England, they thought Waterloo was a good thing! But not here. Tomorrow, we're going to some big art museum. Hey, how are the Vikings doing? Adieu (that means goodbye) Juan .oOo. The next morning, Malcolm awoke before the two boys for once. He pulled on a pair of boxers and quietly got himself a cup of coffee. He saw Maria was awake also, reading the paper. "Here is a sad story," she said. "A man was arrested and sent to jail because he had a boy friend who was 13." "The poor man. I'm so fortunate that you understand about my love for Juan." "I guess the police mean well, Señor, but it seems very unfair. This man might be like you, and I know you will never hurt Juan, or Pepito either." "Are we going to get arrested?" Maria and Malcolm had not heard Juan come in. He looked very serious. "No, no, Juan. Never." said Malcolm. "Come sit on my lap and let me hold you." Juan's naked ass was soon comfortable on Malcolm's lap, and he began to feel better. "But what's age of consent?" "Do you know what consent means?" "When I signed up for Little League, Mama had to sign a consent form." "That's right. That meant she gave her permission for you to play baseball. Consent means you give permission for someone to do something. When people have sex, both of them should give consent. If one doesn't give permission, it's called rape and that's a bad thing." Juan looked serious but nodded he understood so far. "Well, a lot of people think that boys your age are too young to enjoy sex. So even if you say it's OK, and you like it, they don't believe you're old enough to give consent. "Wow. Those people are sure stupid. I love it when you stick your penis in my ass, Malcolm. It feels wonderful. It makes me feel loved." Malcolm kissed his young lover. "You and Señor Malcolm have a beautiful love but some people don't understand that, so you have to be careful not to tell anyone what you do with him. Señor Malcolm can get in a lot of trouble. Even I could get in trouble for letting him sleep with you. And then you boys might get taken away from me." Juan had tears in his eyes. "I will never tell nobody!!" "I know, son, you are real good at keeping secrets." She smiled at her oldest boy. She knew the gears in his impish little head were spinning. "So how old do these people say I gotta be to make love with Malcolm?" "Well, that's what age of consent means. It's different in different places. Here in France, it's 15." "Shit, people don't have sex here until they're 15?" "And in Britain it's 16. Back in Minnesota, it's 16 also." Malcolm noticed that Maria had a smile on her face. What was she thinking? "Hey, Niño, we got a big day today. We're going to the Louvre. You better go wake Pepito." Malcolm and Maria both smiled as Juan's naked butt went bouncing back toward his bedroom. .oOo. Juan and Pepito were not very excited when they heard about the Louvre. But when they got there and saw the huge glass pyramid, they were awestruck. "Hey, I remember that," said Juan, "it was in that movie, right?" "The Da Vinci Code. You've got a great memory, young man." "And is that painting inside, Malcolm?" "There are hundreds of paintings inside, Juan. But you probably mean the Last Supper. That was the one in the movie. No, that's in Italy. But another painting by Leonardo da Vinci is here. It's called the Mona Lisa. I think it was in the movie also." "Wow, let's go find it." "And guess what, Juan. Leonardo loved young boys also." "Gee, then I bet he was a real cool dude." For the next four hours the two boys dragged their mother and Malcolm around the Louvre. Besides the Mona Lisa, they located the Venus de Milo ("hey, where's her arms?"), the Winged Victory of Samothrace ("hey, where's her head?"), the La Grande Odalisque, ("hey, where's her clothes?"), and the Ship of Fools ("hehe, that looks like fun.") Maria kept admiring all the renaissance paintings with the cute naked cherubs. Malcolm, however, found himself distracted as he followed them from room to room. He kept remembering his conversation with Maria back in Brighton. Now, he was looking at Pepito with different eyes. Before this trip, the little one had been only Juan's little kid brother, winsome, mischievous, sickly. But now Malcolm was seeing just how cute he really was. "He's too young, too small," Malcolm tried to convince himself. "But Dexter said Bruce over in Germany has two little boys and one's the same age as Pepito. Could I really contemplate making love to little Pepito? No, I shouldn't think this way. Although, Maria sounded like she'd have no objection. But I sure as fuck don't want to upset Juan." .oOo. At breakfast the next morning, Malcolm and Juan and Pepito were doing a lot of whispering. "Maria, I know you like to go shopping, but you've been coming with us going to the places we like. Would you like to be on your own today? Look at drop all the fancy stores? "Oh, Señor Malcolm, si, that would be wonderful. At least window shopping. I love to do that. Gracias. But what will you men do all day?" I'll take the boys somewhere. Don't worry about us. Oh, here's my credit card, Maria. Don't hesitate to use it if you see anything that catches your eye." "Oh, gracias, but like I said, I just enjoy looking." "There's just one thing. Back in New York, Ricky gave me this letter for his friend Pierre. I have the address. Would you mind delivering it? His gallery is right nearby." "Of course, Señor, that's no trouble." "OK, boys, we're on our own today." "Juan, Pepito, you two behave. Don't give Señor Malcolm any trouble." "We will, Mama, I mean we won't. Hehehe." .oOo. "Where we going, Malgum?" "You heard Malcolm. It's a surprise. We'll see when we get there." "But I want to know. Are we almost there?" "Yes, you two, sit tight. It's right up the road. You keep your eyes peeled." "Hey, I see Miggy Mouse!" "It's Disneyland!! Yippee!!" .oOo. Juan's blog October 8 - Bon Jour. Guess what. Today we went to Disneyland! That's right. They have one here in Paris, too! We saw Fort Comstock, and rode on the Big Thunder Mountain, and the Pirates of the Caribbean was super cool. Pepito liked Peter Pan's Flight. We read that book back in England and it was fun to pretend we were flying just like him. We almost got lost in Alice's Curious Labyrinth. We kept turning the wrong way and going over the same parts again and again. And we ate lots of French ice cream. And we bought souvenirs. Le Visionarium is this show where you don't sit down on seats because the show is all around you. 360 degrees. Star Tours was really super. I should say tres bien (tray bee-en). At the end we watched the villain parade. Adieu Juan .oOo. "Hi, Mama, we went to Disneyland, we had lots of fun." Pepito and Juan kept interrupting each other to tell their mother all the the exciting things they saw. "You shoulda been there, Mama." "Oh, I don't think I would have lasted, my niños. You would have had to drop me on a bench and pick me up at the end. But guess what, I had an exciting day also." "Really?" Juan turned and winked at Malcolm. "Did you do lots of shopping, Maria? Use up my credit card?" "No, Señor. I didn't even get to the stores. You see, I took that letter you gave me from Señor Ricky. And the concierge downstairs told me how to find the studio. It isn't too far from here. So I went there, and Señor Pierre was there. I should say Monsieur Pierre. And he read the letter and then I was about to leave, but the strangest thing happened. Monsieur Pierre said his model didn't come in today and he needed someone to try on his dresses for him and he asked if I would please help him. And I said sure, because I didn't need to hurry to the stores and I thought it would be fun to try on those expensive dresses." "Wow, Mama. Did you wear lots of dresses?" "Si, or Oui, hehe. Monsieur Pierre kept bringing out all these beautiful gowns. Each one was prettier than the last one. And he had me put each one on. And then he pinned it and made marks and said things to his secretary in French and she took notes. I felt so glamorous. But it was strange because I'm not a model." "I think you are pretty, Mama." "So do I, Mama." "And so do I, Maria." "And when he was all finished he asked me which one I thought was the loveliest. I mean here he is a great couturier, a great designer, and he's asking me my opinion. So I told him I really loved the one with all the roses, because it made me think of Pedro, God bless his soul. Pedro loved to grow roses. So you see, boys, your Mama had an exciting day too, while you were at Disneyland." .oOo. On their last day in Paris, Maria insisted on going to the Cathedral of Notre Dame. After admiring the beautiful windows, and all the saints, she lit a candle in memory of her sweet Pedro, God bless his soul. The next morning, Malcolm settled their hotel bill and they packed up the car. "Next stop, Brussels." "Is that in France?" "No, Juan, Brussels is in Belgium. Get the map of Europe and find it." Pepito said, "But we got all dis French money. We should spend it all before we go somewhere else." Maria was on to his tricks. "You scamp. You just want to buy more ice cream or souvenirs." "Well, I got news for you, Pepito." Malcolm was about to kill his scheme. "Belgium is a lot like France. They speak the same language. They drive on the right side of the road. And, young man, they use the same money. Euros. Other countries do also. In fact, we'll probably be using Euros until after Christmas." "Oh, well." He sounded a little disappointed. "Tell you what, Juan, for the next hour you change all the signposts we pass from kilometers to miles, and then I'll try to find a nice café where we can get some ice cream." "Yippee." As they drove east, Malcolm noticed in his rearview mirror that the boys in the back seat had taken their clothes off. Softly, he asked Maria if she really liked all those naked cherubs she saw at the Louvre. "Oh, si, they were so cute. I bought a pack of cards in the museum store. I'm going to use them for Christmas cards." Malcolm nodded his head for her to look in the back seat. She turned and smiled. "Si, Señor, they do look like cherubs." The boys smiled at their mother. "Juan, Pepito, you should fold your clothes and sit on them. Señor Malcolm doesn't want this rental car to smell like cherub fart." Everyone laughed.