Date: Thu, 04 Dec 2008 18:01:06 -0500 From: shackled482@aol.com Subject: The Boy David Part 4 David's Story Part 4 Getting My First Passport Having sorted all the legalities of taking David away on this educational tour. Convincing the education authorities by producing an itinerary of the countries and cultural activities that would be covered was hard work but they realised in the end it would be foolhardy to prevent David from going on this adventure. It was not as if he was a bad pupil as his test and examination results showed he was above average in all areas. David never had a passport so all that was left to do now was to go to London and get it. We had the photo's so all we needed to do was get there. David needed a medical. Again, this was to be done in London by a doctor that Charlie had booked. The necessary inoculations for David had been done at his local doctors. So they were to travel this Friday to get to the passport office for a 3pm appointment. Stay the night in a small hotel, maybe take in a show and Saturday visit the doctors for the medical. To all intents and purposes they travelled as grandson and grand father. The train was held up at London Bridge. There was some problem on the line into Waterloo. We had to be at the passport office on time. If we missed our slot we would either have to get to the end of the queue or come back another day. The latter was not an option. Charlie decided we should leave the train and get a taxi to the passport office. We arrived at 3.05pm. Not that late. By passport office standards very late. The man at the privacy booth we had to attend was a young black guy about 25 years old. Charlie began explaining that there was a hold up otherwise we would have been here in plenty of time. "I am sorry sir but we have to adhere strictly to timings. If everyone was late then we would not be able to get through the appointments list. You are welcome to wait until the end of appointments" Charlie went into thought overdrive. "David" he said quietly. Take a seat over there while I speak to this nice young man". I took a seat in a row of black leather chairs with tacky chrome frames. I watched as Charlie took the application forms out of his pocket. spread them on the high desk in front of the official when I thought. Here I am a white boy applying for a passport in my own country and it was going to be based on the decision of a black guy who, from the sound of his accent was not even British born himself. And, before you play the racist card I do not have a problem with race. One of my best friends is from Africa so don't even go there. I watched Charlie as he spoke and gestured while talking to the guy. Quite a few times they both looked in my direction. When the guy smiled at me with his really white teeth I smiled back automatically. A few moments later Charlie walked back to where I was sitting. "Wow that was close" he said dropping into the seat beside me. "I really had to work on him or it was a case of come back on Monday" "How do you mean?" I asked in a sort of grandson way. " He is going to see you at the end of his list, we may have to wait a bit but at least we will not have to come back on Monday". The word 'you' sort of stuck. "How do you mean me" I asked Charlie. "Well, because it is your first application he needs to interview you by yourself to make sure your application is in order. He has already checked it over and thinks it will be ok. He needs to see you in one of the interview booths but unfortunately it means it will be at the end of his appointments list. I had to agree to it so, whatever happens just co-operate with him". "Ok Gramps!" I said playfully. He gave me knowing, if only? smile and said "Trust me David! Ok!" We sat slumped in our chairs. I wanted to get to the hotel. I needed to get out of the clothes I had been wearing all day and have a shower. Charlie had suggested that we look like explorers to endorse the urgency of my passport application. So the knee length beige (almost white) cargo pants, camouflage polo shirt and desert boots were looking a bit out of place in the London passport office. It was 6pm. We had seen all sorts of people come and go. The official appeared clutching my papers in his hand. This slim, black guy in white chino's, blue shirt and white tie walked toward us. "David Chance?" Yes sir! Why I said sir I had no idea. probably a nervous reaction and anyway, saying sir can go a long way. "Please follow me" he gestured and walked away from me. As I stood up to follow him Charlie said. "It's ok! It's just a formality. Don't make a fuss and we can be out of this creepy place in no time". I followed the official down a short corridor lined with brown stained wooden doors that were all open but no lights on in the rooms they led into. At the end of the corridor we entered the last room. A fluorescent light flickered into life. The room was quite small, all it contained was a small desk a padded stool and matching padded chair. I got a look at the guys ID badge 'Tekwo Uwebe ' and just a photo of him and a number. He moved toward the chair and beckoned for me to sit down on the stool. Twirling his issue black BIC biro in his bony fingers he looked at the forms. "OK, David Chance aged fourteen years" His accent was even more thicker than I first thought. "As this is your first application we have to look at it in more detail than a renewal. So, let us go through it" I watched his eyes follow the pen down the pages moving from question to question, page to page and then back again to check something. "Well" he said. "This all looks in order, all we have to do is verify the visible distinguishing marks you have put in the answer box here" "Fine sir!" I said, pleased that there were no other problems. "Ok! You say you have two scars". "Yes sir!" "One at the top of your back between your shoulder blades and another on the inside of your right upper thigh is that correct"? "Yes sir!" I said truthfully. He then pulled open a drawer in the desk and produced a digital camera. "O.........K! I need to get a picture of the scars to put in your database file. Just turn around and stay seated and lean forward slightly". I did as directed. "Now let's see" He lifted my tee shirt up and in doing so he drew his finger tips up the sides of my body which made me tingle. Holding the shirt up to the back of my neck he drew a finger along the two inch diagonal scar. "Good, I just need to get a picture but need to have clear shot so". He then pulled my shirt over my head. The camera flashed. I sensed him move away and the camera flashed again. "That's fine David, turn around please and sit up. I was facing him with my shirt stretched between my arms. When I made to put my head through the head hole to put it back on he stopped me. Reached out and pulled the shirt down to my wrists. " Just need to check you have no other marks on your front. Just move your arms apart so I can get a look at your front. He then took the shirt and placed it on the desk. "Nice tan he said" and then searched over my skin with his finger tips "Trying to get to look like me" "Nnnoo sir! It just makes me feel good when I have a sun tan" He brushed my nipples. "It sure does make you look nice and gave each nipple a gentle nip". I almost reacted when I recalled Charlie say "Just co-operate with him, whatever happens" It was happening alright. I got that feeling inside my stomach and in my pants. "Now" Tekwo said. "Please remove your boots and stand up on the stool for me" The stool wobbled a bit as I stepped up. Tekwo grabbed my hips to steady me. "It's ok" I said turning to face him. "I can balance ok!" "Now, where is this other scar on your inner right thigh" he prodded the area concerned with his fingers. My balls started to tingle and I was sure my cock was moving. "Ok then, just pull up the leg of your cargo's and lets get a picture of it". I pulled the leg of my shorts up but there was no way that I could get it high enough to show him the scar. "Sorry sir they wont pull up that high" "Oh well, not a problem. Just drop your shorts". "Ugh!" I uttered. I was already shirtless now he wants me to drop my shorts for him. Noticing my hesitation Tekwo simply said "I need a picture of the scar or I cannot endorse your application" He then placed a hand on my inner thigh and rubbed my leg up and down. "Look" he said. "I have to do lots of things in my job, that are distasteful but! If there is one thing that makes my job enjoyable and worth while it is on very rare occasions like this I get to have a young white boy to interview and what is even more enjoyable is to have to take pictures of him for the files". He placed his right hand on my flat stomach . My eyes were fixed on his large lips and milky white teeth as he had me stop being concerned. "Now, allow me". His fingers moved to the waist of my cargo's. The waist was loose fitting but Charlie had ensured that they fitted tight around my hips and bum so they were tight across my front and showed my body off to anyone who cared to look. There were plenty of takers. Tekwo's left hand held my bum as he pressed and twisted at each of the five buttons on my fly, not to mention the pressure on my ever swelling cock. He let out an audible sigh when the pale blue material of my underpants came into view. "There! you see, that didn't hurt did it?..................."No sir" I said. he then hooked his thumbs into my pocket openings and pulled my shorts down, slowly revealing my pale blue pants. "Lift" He said. Wanting me to lift my feet up and allow him to remove the shorts. "May as well get rid of these as well" taking my white socks with each leg. My shorts and socks ended up on the desk along with my shirt. I stood now on this stool in just my blue underpants. Tekwo's face was level with my hips. The bulge in my briefs must have been obvious to him. He pulled at my leg. "Ah! I see the scar" He didn't say what else he could see. He was breathing heavily and sweating so much his blue shirt was staining. He picked the camera up, the flash went off and he had my scar recorded for ever. Then he stepped back and the flash went off again. Placing the camera on the table. He said "Well that looks like everything done" and sat back down in the chair. "Jump down and get dressed". I noticed that he watched my every move. I took my cargo's and with my back turned to him bent forward giving him a view of my little bottom and hobbling on one leg put my foot into the first leg opening. "Wait a second" I stopped, still tottering on one leg. "What is that?" What is what? I thought. He moved behind me. I felt him touch my left bum cheek and lift the back of the leg of my pants up. "You made no mention of this scar on your bottom on your application. "I'm sorry" I said trying to think fast. "It just said visible distinguishing marks and I thought that as it was inside my buttock and only a little visible that it would not matter". It was an old tree climbing wound from two years ago that had to be stitched. I screamed like a banshee when the stitches were put in. The majority of the scar was not visible. Tekwo just spotted the end of it on my bum. If I had not been so cocky and given him a glimpse of my bum I would be out of here now. "Put the shorts back on the desk for now" I did as requested, standing in only my briefs again he sat on the stool. "Now" he said "I need to get a picture of this scar, Just bend over the desk" I did as directed, pushing my clothes out of the way so not to mess them up. I felt him pull the leg of my briefs into my bum crack and then pull my bum cheek open." Nastie scar that" I was now trying to ignore his touching me. The camera flashed again. He pulled the pants back in place. "You know" He said "You have a nice little body, I noticed you are tanned all over, no bikini line as they say" I flinched and drew my bum away from his hand as it pressed my two little mounds. "You are really nice to look at David" His had now moved over the thin cotton of my briefs. "But I bet you know that don't you?" "I...I.....don't know sir.............I................." The hand was pressing and gently squeezing my bum. Then I felt a second hand join in. My cock pressed at the front of my thin briefs. Tesko's thumbs then entered the legs of my pants pushing the material up to reveal my bum to him. It must have been obvious that I was getting aroused as I pushed back into his hands and gyrated my hips slowly. "There, you see boy. It's nice isn't it? I thought you would like it. Tell me if you like it boy!" "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh................yeeeeeeeeeeeees.................ungh...... ....................................... Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease..............Ohhhhhhhhhhhh" "I want to get you naked boy...............I want to strip your little underpants off of you.......Do you want me to?" I gulped at his words and felt his fingers take my pants at the waist on each side. "Can I?" he said again. "Yes.............please....take them off if you want to" In no time they were sliding down my legs. My stiff boy cock flopped forward under the edge of the desk as my underpants landed on my other clothes in front of me. caressing my now naked bum he moved and sat on the edge of the desk right beside me. His black hand against my skin must have been an erotic sight as it smoothed over my naked body. He caressed the nape of my neck and then traced down my spine. "I bet you have a nice boy cock under that desk uh!" His index finger now slid down between my bum cheeks coated in the sweat it had picked up from my body. He parted them. "Oh....My....Sweet...........Loooooooord. Look at that beautiful boy hole" My cock twitched at his words. I pushed at the finger just wanting it to enter me. "You want my finger in your bumboy".........Nooooooooooooooooo................I..Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii............. don't know............................................... He pushed the tip into me and I gasped........."gently pleeeeeease....Oh....Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. he must have had it into the knuckle when I screamed that it was far enough. He must have known from how tight I wa s that he should not go further. He did continue to finger fuck me twenty times. I actually felt my hole tighten when he withdrew his finger. "Just relax and go with me" he said. My clothes were scooped onto the floor. Helping me, he had me kneel up on the desk. My five inches of leaking, rigid boy cock pointed straight out from my neat pubes and my hairless balls hung below. I was now fully on display to this official who just looked my slender body up and down. He walked towards me. I could see the huge bulge in his trousers. "God" he gasped. "You look so delicious and this" He took hold of my cock "This is gorgeous" "Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh............tsssssssssssss......... I drew air through my teeth when he drew the foreskin back and over my glans in one movement. It was so erotically painful. "We can't continue much longer! Can I wank you off boy"? Your lovely boy cock feels so hard yet so soft! I was now breathing out ofcontrol..............."Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh.....yeeeeeeess.........................ple eeeeease do it! please! Now..." His hand grasped my cock and worked the skin up and down without let up...............I almost begged him to be more gentle but the pain was intensely somehow enjoyable. The only respite my aching cock got was when he fleetingly cupped, squeezed and pulled at my balls. His other hand caressed my sweating body paying special attention to my boy bum. Agh...........................Noooooooooooooooooooooooooh....................... .......Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease.. Unable to take anymore I came hard and fast. It was so intense that I heard my first spurt of cum land on the white tie and then stream onto the desk below me. The hand continued to pull my foreskin back and forth. I had to stop it..............I was on the verge of collapse. My head dropped forward. I was exhausted and then he pulled me from the table and guided me to sit on the stool. With my face level with his groin he quickly unfastened his chino's pulled them and his boxers down. His cock was not huge but around two inches around and seven inches long. It was oozing pre cum from its pinky brown head. Grasping my fringe he yanked my head back and stared straight down into my eyes. He closed his eyes, his face contorted and with a loud groan he sent spurt after spurt of cum flying onto my face. I could feel it running down from my forehead, over my eyelids and nose. He pulled the foreskin back and forth. As the cum trickled from his cock he put it to my lips, coating them with the thick goo. Still forcing it to give up its load he wiped it all over my face spreading the deposited globs over my eyes then slapping each of my cheeks until finally his breathing subsided and he let go of my hair. I slid to the floor on my knees and watched the thinning cum drip down over my own cock. He drew his boxers and trousers back into place. "Stay there boy" He said trying to catch his breath. "I need to speak to the man you came here with and tell him there will be a little delay". He removed the cum stained tie and composed himself before leaving the room. The sweat on my body started to cool as I remained knelt on the floor. It seemed like and age but probably only three minutes or so when the door opened. I heard the latch click and lock the door. He almost tore his clothes off and was as naked as me. His dark skin shone and his cock was stiff again. He stood in front of me, Lifted my head up by my cum soaked chin and began to wank his cock right in front of my face. "My" he said quietly "Just look at your pretty cum covered face" he then wiped a thick thumb over my wet lips. "Open" he said, enforcing his words by pressing inside my bottom lip to force my mouth open. "Nice" he mused as he then sort out my tongue "what a lovely pink mouth and white teeth you have" What a pity I don't have time to fuck your sweet young mouth!. He grabbed me by the hair and lifted me up. "But I do have time for this, Put you little underpants on" I picked them up a slipped them on. "Really sexy" he said with a slight menace in his voice. "Now, on your knees, face down to the floor and that little bum of yours up in the air" My forehead pressed against the cheap cord carpet. His hands felt cold as the massaged my back and then under me to pinch my nipples the feel over my flat tummy. My own cock was reacting to his touching me especially when he felt me through my pants and gave my balls a few firm squeezes causing me to gasp. "Nice boy isn't it!................ You like this don't you?... A big black man playing with your little body like this" I mumbled something..............I don't know what. His right hand played with me through the thin cotton pants. I then felt his fingers slip up the leg of my pants and pull the left leg open, then the gusset between my legs. He slipped his raging cock inside my underpants from behind and began to fuck me like this. His cock was now rubbing up inside them along side my own very hard cock. He wrapped his left hand around them and pumped with his hips fucking his own hand with both of our cocks. My cock was sore from the previous assault. I screamed into the carpet, He let out a loud groan as we both came into my underpants. When he pulled away from me, he pulled the back of my pants down and wiped his cum covered cock down between my bum cheeks. Pulled the pants back up and pressed them right up into my cheeks to ensure they soaked up the fluid. Then I felt a slight thud on my inner left cheek. "Now get dressed sweet boy. It is a shame I cannot find a reason to keep you for another half an hour". I stood up and looked down at the front of my underpants. They were soaked through with our cum. I could feel the cooling liquid running down over my balls. I began pushing them down my legs to take them off when "Oh........no............Keep your underpants on.....I want you to feel my juice for a little longer yet" I was about to protest when he picked up my application forms and waived them with a smirk on his face. "It is a pity that it will be ten years before you need a renewal. Now dress and let me get out of here before I need to use your body again". Charlie looked at his watch as we both approached him. "Just one moment" Tekwo then walked away. Charlie must have seen my face was flushed and my hair messed up. The official had wiped the cum from my face with his boxers but I could smell and taste it. Charlie was fussing with my hair when the official came back. "Here you are" he said handing me my brand new passport. He shook my hand and then Charlie's "All parties satisfied". " Really!" Said Charlie. "Oh really sir! replied Tekwo, very satisfied". Under my shorts I was beginning to feel wet and cold. The taxi ride to the hotel was very uncomfortable but my balls throbbed and my hard-on pressed into my pants and shorts as I replayed what had happened to me. The hotel room was basic. We were on a budget. Just outside we managed to get some fish and chips and sneak them into the hotel. We slipped our boots off. Charlie sat on the edge of his bed, I stood by the open window. We ate the food quietly and quickly. I took the food wrappers and put them in a bin. I was about to undress for a shower. When, Charlie reached out a hand and called me to him. "Come here handsome boy" he said softly. I walked to him and stood in front of him. "Now", he said. Taking each of my feet in turn on his knee to remove my socks and gently rub my feet. I stood silent, looking at him. He began. "Today has been long day for you David, you now have your first passport. I know the passport official. In spite of the train delay we would have been late anyway" He paused when I looked at him puzzled. "David............. I am aware of what went on at the passport office. It was just a small part of the education I promised you. Today I hope you will have learned that everyone has a price and..........There is a price for everything". I just looked at him and said "I understand Charlie" I moved between his legs and hugged him. Placing his hands on my hips he whispered in my ear "Good boy....good boy....Let's get you cleaned up". Pulled my tee shirt up and off over my head, he then ran his hand over my bare chest toying gently with my nipples. When he pressed into my stomach I sighed and pushed against him. I unfastened the top button of my cargo shorts when he pulled my hands away. He unpicked the remaining buttons, peeled my shorts open and pushed them down my legs. I stepped out of them and stood now just in my wet, stained pale blue underpants. Without passing comment Charlie turned me around by my hips. One hand caressed my bare back. I moaned when the other parted my legs reached up between them and grasped my cock and balls through the thin material. Charlie started to squeeze and pull on my balls making me gasp aloud. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh.................................Noooooooooooo ooooooooooooooooh...............Ooooooooh Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease..that's....Sooooooooooooooooooooooooo..................N i.....Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice. Strip me Charlie.............Pleeeeease...............pull my underpants off..............Strip me.......Oooooooh." He wanked my raging cock through my pants then yanked them off down my legs, threw me back on the bed. "Wank yourself boy!" He said lustfully while quickly unfastening his own shorts. "Do it! play with your cock and balls, pull your foreskin back and slide your hand up and down your sticky boy cock". Charlie was now naked. I did as he said. "Faster, faster" he said. I wanked and caressed my cock twisting, grasping the head behind the glans and twisting it, pulling it, then back up and down, squeezing my own balls until they hurt. Charlie was wanking his cock with vigour, gasping. When he let out a loud groan it triggered me I let out a moan, thrust my hips up, shooting a string of boy cum into the air. Charlie's first two sprays landed on my face, then my chest. He almost crushed me when he knelt down, dragged me to the edge of the bed and pressed his pulsing cock and balls into mine. He grasped me round my hips, his fingers dug into by bum as he pulled me firmly into him and I responded . The feel of his cock and balls against mine was electrifying. I felt like I wanted to cum forever as we ground into each other. As our passion subsided Charlie slid down and rested his head on my inner thigh. He toyed gently with my softening cock and balls as if mesmerized by them. Eventually we managed to shower. I must have cum at least another two time as Charlie carefully washed and sponged every inch of my body. There was no sign left of the round "HM Government Approved" stamp that Tenkwo had craftily stamped between my bum cheeks.