Date: Sat, 30 Nov 2002 15:20:10 +0000 From: Alfie Forever Subject: Toff, Chapter 5 The following story is a complete total fiction. Any relationship to persons living or dead is purely accidental and unintended. This story depicts sexual acts between people of the same sex (male), one of whom is under age. If you find this concept distasteful, if it is illegal where you live, or if you are underage, please stop reading now. This entire story is dedicated to my friends and the moderators and administrators of www.boybliss.net, the best Bulletin Board on the net for men who love and protect boys and for boys in need. To special friends, including my technical editor, who know who they are and have my undying thanks. I am especially grateful to Mikey and Julius, who are undergoing very difficult times. When I began writing on the internet for a boylove audience, Mikey and I were close. He became ill, and then when he recovered we had a falling out. The tragic end to the tale is that Mikey has become ill again, and is likely to die soon. My warmest wishes go out to him, his Adult Friend Den, to Dr. J and to Mikey's little brother, as well as the whole family, who has suffered yet enjoyed the love of this wonderful boy. Mikey, regardless of our past, I love you. This particular chapter is dedicated to Art. He has been my friend for nearly two years, and in recent circumstances in my life he has been very supportive. I thank him much. In addition, I wish to thank every boy online that I know. Joshua, Tyler, Adrien, Mikey, Jackie, Craig, Ryan, Mike, Josh, Chris, Alex, Seth, Brent, Adric, Sammy, Alex, Cody, William, Bryan, Collin and all those I don't even remember. Jackie, Craig, Alex and Joey, too. I hope you are all well, and if you see this, please get in touch. Henry James wrote of a "kernel" from which a story grows. In particular, he speaks of a kernel of experience, as if every story must once have been a tiny bit of life. It is true of this story as well. On the first day of January 2000 I was on a flight home to America from Turkey and across the aisle from a beautiful boy who was traveling alone. We exchanged perhaps 20 words the whole flight, but he captivated me all the same, and over the Atlantic I had vivid dreams of this dark-haired boy of the thoroughly contemporary look. He reminded me facially of the poet Diane Wakoski from a poster for a poetry reading from the mid-60's. She wore "Edith Head" glasses and was drawing a bead down the barrel of a revolver, but the revolver held a white rose. Yes, that is the kernel from whence comes Toff, a boy I dreamed of nearly two years ago. I wish him well. If you have comments, I go by the name of Alfie at www.boybliss.net, and am a frequent visitor there. You may reach me at beanderful@hotmail.com. Toff, Chapter Five I woke slowly from a dream. I was in a bedchamber high on a hill with lace and white sheets and that's pretty much all I remember except for an insistent pressure on my penis. I woke more and realized the pressure was from a small pair of hands pulling my foreskin slowly back and forth. "Toff," I whispered. His head was next to those inquisitive fingers, intent and with a breath that bathed my glans in heat. But as I spoke his head turned and his eyes met mine in the dark. He didn't let go of my penis, however. "If you want to see it, why not turn on the light while playing with it?" I'm not sure if he saw my wink. "Can you turn it on? I'm busy." He was fascinated and definitely keeping himself busy. I leaned over and turned on the bedside lamp and looked down at Toff. I was on one side of the bed sprawled lengthwise on my back, and Toff was perpendicular to me, his body under the covers. His toes peeked out, and his head, and of course the arm at which end fingers were playing with my penis. Unfortunately for Toff, my penis did not want any playing with right that moment. My bladder needed emptying, and I was going to have to get going, not least because the more Toff played with it, the more I needed to go. He looked at me curiously. "Don't you like me playing with it? It's starting to go limp!" "Toff, I love you playing with it, but it's going limp because I have to pee. Yeah, I know it's hard when you sleep and have to pee, but when you get older by the time you get to the bathroom it's already limp and then you GOTTA go. Play with it some more and you'll find out." I pulled myself away from him and climbed out of bed headed for the bathroom. I heard scampering noises, and just before I stepped up to pee Toff interrupted me. "Can I hold it?" Well, who could resist? "Sure, Toff, but make sure to peel back the foreskin!" He came up on my right side and held it with his right hand, expertly peeling back my foreskin. Then he aimed and I fired. The aim was off, however, splashing the back of the seat. "Toff, if you get it on my feet you're going to lick it off, you know." He giggled and then corrected the aim, and I peed without further incident, except for the fact that my erection began returning as soon as I finished, and much quicker after Toff's liberal shaking of my tool. "Now, Flip, let's get back in the other room and I can finish what I started?" He dragged me in the other room not by the hand but with a firm yet gentle hold that he had not changed, and he was bossy. "Lay down!" He let go of me and I lay back on the bed. I was still limp after peeing, but I had the feeling he was going to do something about that. I wasn't going to help. He'd figure it out himself or he'd ask. He looked me up and down, happy that I'd obeyed and lain down for him, but disappointed that his toy had shrunk. "Flip, it wilted." Toff certainly didn't understand that. His seemed at attention all the time, and it was certainly pointing to the sky right then. "Well, Toff, it's the middle of the night. He needs a little help. A beautiful boy doing a strip-tease might do it, or maybe a midnight snack for me on a sweet little sausage? Kisses are good. Or maybe if you get up there and play with it with your butt pointing at me for scenery it'll get up in no time." I chuckled a little trying to hide the fact that it was already headed towards erection. I'd always been mostly a "doer" when it came to sex with women, at least that was what I was experienced with in my adult sex life, so letting Toff take control was novel, and for his sake I felt I had to let him. If he decided to stick his butt up in my face while playing with me, I decided I wouldn't touch, or at least I'd try not to. It would be difficult. That's what he did, of course. I stared at that luscious butt for a while as his hands started playing with my penis, and it was indeed enough to bring Philip Junior to attention. The dimples in the small of his back were barely visible in the darkness, and but the round globes of his cheeks were white and nearly glowed in the scant moonlight through the windows. But my reverie was broken. I admired those sights, but Toff's explorations were breaking my concentration. While he was bending over, his face close to my penis so that I could feel his breath on it, his fingers were pulling at my scrotum so that he could feel my testicles. He wasn't rough, but I wanted to make sure he knew I was aware of his actions. (Heck, my pulsing penis surely let him know that.) "Toff, go easy with them. Those are the delicate parts, you know." I put up a hand and stroked once between his legs to see his reaction to all of this, and found him as hard as earlier in the evening. "Uh huh." Toff answered me with just a mumble. "Toff, what are you doing down there, and when are you going to get to the main event?" Were the truth to be told, this penis of mine had been up and down countless times in the last 40 hours or so, and it wanted to shoot. Toff trailed his hand up the shaft of my penis and then pulled the foreskin down, his hot breath against the pre-cum oozing from the head sending me through the roof. "God!" I writhed, but I maintained self-control enough to keep from raising my hips and poking Toff's eye out. He turned to me. "I'm kind of afraid to suck it, Flip." The object he was talking about was still firmly held in his hand. "Toff, just jerk it. I don't want you sucking that thing for the first time in the dark anyways. Certainly not until you're ready. Now do it - you're torturing me!" I rolled my eyes and my penis throbbed in his hand. He had to have noticed. Toff just giggled at me, and then he set to work in earnest. For my part, I placed my hands on the cheeks of his ass and rubbed. Up and down his delicate hands went, his breath still close and hot as he watched, evidently fascinated. It wasn't going to take long. Perhaps I'd be able to hold out longer, but I hadn't handled my own penis in over a week, and watching Toff and Badr carry on, not to mention helping Toff to a couple orgasms, had put me in a state of extreme sensitivity. The mental picture of Toff's delicate hands sliding the skin up and down my erection was beginning to get to me, and I could feel my orgasm build. It just wouldn't be too long, and I felt the need to warn Toff about the gusher that would soon burst into his face. "Toff, you might need to get your face out of the way, because that thing is loaded." At that very moment Toff switched to one handed jerking and ran the fingers of the other hand around my swollen head. His was the lightest touch, like that of a little spider as he examined the head of my penis closely, but that made me all the more sensitive. I was holding back as best I could, but it wasn't good enough. "Toff, you're going to get a face full!" I didn't get the sentence out soon enough, and my first blast hit him and then he ducked to the side, but amazingly kept his hand moving. The second shot hit as I moaned loudly, wetting down my right nipple, and then I pulsed several more times, as Toff, still entranced with the process, looked in close again, not bothering to wipe off wherever it was that my spunk had hit him. "Quit now, Toff. It's too sensitive. Come up here and let me wipe you off, too." He turned to me and in what little light there was I could see the right side of his face glisten with my spunk. Yeah, I'd left my mark, alright. "Hmm, Toff, I think I got you good." He just stared at me, then he responded. "Flip, that was totally neat to watch. Does mine look like that? I mean, can you see it twitch and everything? I know I don't shoot that stuff, and my dick isn't as big as yours, but does it look the same?" His hand came up and he absentmindedly took a swipe at his cum-covered face, and then he grinned a delightful grin. "Boy, you sure got me! This stuff is REALLY slimey!" He took some on his finger and held it out to me. "Baddie says it doesn't taste bad. Want some?" I could see by his grin that Toff enjoyed the whole experience, though not in quite the same way as I had. "What is it, essence of Flip? Sure, I'll try it." I stuck out my tongue and he stuck his finger right inside, and I licked Toff's finger like it was a candy cane and I was a five year old. No, my cum wasn't the best in the world, but I'd eat it off of Toff's finger, or any other part of his body, any day. "Well, Toff, we can go clean up in the bathroom or do it the way you started. Do you want to lick it off me?" To that he looked shocked, and then seemed to consider it a moment, but his nose, not inches from mine, finally wrinkled and he shook his head. I laughed and grabbed my underwear from where I'd dropped it on the floor earlier and cleaned off my belly, then pulled Toff towards me and cleaned the rest of his face with kisses. Yeah, it was gross, but it got him to giggling. "Hey, Toff, we'd better get some sleep. You've got breakfast immediately after the alarm clock rings, and I expect him at 7:00 or so. Am I holding you? You really didn't have a choice earlier, since you passed out after the mother of all blow-jobs." I poked him in the belly then. "No, I think I'm going to hold you. Lay down." I lay on my back and Toff pulled up the covers and clung to me on the side like a leech, my right arm wrapped around him. "Flip? Am I weird for wanting to do stuff like this?" He hadn't seemed to have moral qualms about anything we'd done. "If so, you're like all boys, I think. Every boy is curious if society hasn't taught him to be afraid, I think. Most boys end up experimenting and playing with boys their own ages, though, and not with an adult. I think that's what's weird. But you know, when I was a boy and playing around with my neighbor Tommy we scoped out the older guys in the locker room of the YMCA. We definitely wanted to see what they looked like hard and also with an orgasm." I thought for a moment. I'd only touched on the subject of curiosity, not love. "Are you weird? Not in that way, I don't think. Your curiosity is healthy." I gave him a hug. "But Flip, I think it's more than curiosity. I mean, the jealousy, and I want to hold your hand all the time. This isn't just playing, you know." "I know it's not for me, Toff. It's not just the sex for me. I love you for you. The sex is tons of fun, and I'm enjoying all the new experiences with you, but it is the sharing of the experiences that is the best part. Even when Badr had me kiss his butt hole last night, it was you watching, and knowing that you'd do it in the morning that was on my mind. It seemed silly and fun and I loved that we were going to do the same thing. Well, I guess I like Badr, too, and I'm glad I helped make him feel good. But we were a team, weren't we? You sure were helping." "Yeah, that was neat. Next time we do it to him until he cums, OK?" Toff looked up at me as I hugged him. "Tomorrow morning, Toff? While you're kissing his butt hole, what do you want me to do? How do we want to surprise him?" I raised my eyebrows at the question. "Suck him?" Toff wasn't sure at all about all we could do. "Oh, we can think of something better than that, Toff. Now let's get to sleep and we'll see if we can't surprise the boy tomorrow." We fell asleep with Toff holding me, his nose buried in my armpit, and his arms wrapped around me. I woke at five, the clock inside my body still off. While I had a darling boy pressed to me snoring into my armpit, I decided to get up. Anissa had said I could give Toff's Mom Miriam a call from here in the Olive House, and according to the time difference, it was only 8:00 at night there. I peeled Toff off of me and walked over to the phone. It was on the desk beside the bathroom, so I unfurled the cord and pulled the whole contraption into the bathroom with me. I then closed the door and dialed. Miriam answered on the second ring. "Hello Miriam? This is Phil Barker, and I just wanted to give you a call to update you on Toff." "Phil, is Toff alright?" "Yeah, Miriam. I'm a little jetlagged still and it's 5:00 in the morning. He's sound asleep across the room. We're sharing the little house out back of the Bareb house, and Toff is doing well." "Has his father been paying attention to him?" There was bitterness in Miriam's voice as she asked. "No, Miriam, and I've been told we'll be lucky to see him during the rest of our stay, or unlucky, as the case may be. Toff certainly is bitter about the man not being around." I didn't want to fuel the fire between Toff's parents, but the facts spoke for themselves. "Then, Phil, does he have kids his age to play with or anything? Heck, Toff's used to celebrating Christmas early with me, but two weeks without kids his age is a long time." She'd evidently heard Toff complain in past years, or talked to Anissa and knew Toff didn't mix in well in Carredeh. "I'm optimistic about that, Miriam, though it was a rough start. When I first got here, even before we got to the house, Anissa and I found that a few village boys had pulled a mean prank on Toff, and left him tied to a tree naked." Miriam inhaled sharply in surprise or horror. "I got him home, and although he might be too old for it, I got him a bath and settled him down. Since then we've been inseparable. He even hiked me up the hill behind the village and he showed me the perfect place to scatter my Aunt Minnie's ashes. I also took a few pictures of Toff that you might like. I might print one or two for Toff to give you for a Christmas gift." "Oh, I hope the boys who did that got punished, but I'm glad Toff has you to hang out with, and I hope you don't mind the bother." Miriam seemed to be calmed down by the matter-of- fact way in which I described the incident. "He's definitely not a bother, Miriam. I've grown very fond of him, actually. The first night I was here he crawled into bed with me. I think he was a little insecure. I found myself enjoying very much just holding him as he slept. Not a bother in the least. Instead, he's like a best friend over here, and he's been my guide as well." "Well, he can get clingy at times, but I'm glad he has a man to be with. I know he's missed that with a father who he only visits once a year and who doesn't even stick around for the visit." Again, bitterness shone through her words. "Miriam, I can't imagine someone not wanting to be with Toff. We've been best buddies, and I hope we can keep that up when we go back to the States. In fact, when he's got me along, the boys in the village are wanting to play with him, too." I wanted dearly for her to encourage an ongoing relation between Toff and myself. "Phil, it would be wonderful if you continued to see him. Toff's too much of a loner, but my hours at the hospital mean I can't interact with him nearly as much as I'd want." "I hoped you would say that, Miriam. Now I have a special favor. I want to give Toff a Christmas present. First, I'll be able to tell him we'll see each other more when we go back to Detroit, and that will be great, but I also have a small piece of jewelry I'd like to give him to remind him of me. I know it sounds silly and romantic or something, but I'm sure he'll love it. I figure I need your permission, though." There was a pause on the other end of the line. "Romantic, Phil? That certainly is an odd term to use." Lord, had I gotten her suspicions up? "Miriam, I only mean that jewelry is something usually given for romantic occasions. Yeah, we're pretty attached to each other, and I think Toff might even have a crush or something, so I used that word. I know it sounds silly and awkward, but I couldn't think of any other word to use. Anyway, I was sitting here earlier today thinking of this boy with not one Christmas gift, and I searched through my luggage and found a pair of emerald earrings that had been in my suitcase for a few years. They were going to be for my mother but she had a heart attack and died before I could give them. It's just a simple stud, and I thought I'd wear the other one. But I need to ask you if it's OK to get Toff's ear pierced." Maybe I'd said too many words. I just wasn't sure. I held my breath waiting for Miriam's answer. She was silent for a bit, and I hung on the edge of the sink waiting for her response. "Phil, I'm just not sure. It seems you've gotten to know Toff very quickly." At that very moment Toff opened the door to the bathroom, rubbing his eyes and completely naked. I cupped the phone and gestured for him to get out for a second or two, and he walked back out with a puzzled and sleepy look on his face. "Well, Miriam, Toff just walked into the bathroom where I was calling you from. I think he wants to pee, so I can't keep him out for long, but why don't I let you talk to him? Just don't spoil the surprise about the earring, that is, if you end up approving." I held my breath, feeling as if she could read my mind about my feelings for Toff. "Oh, that would be great, Phil. He's up at 5:30? Well, if he's intelligible at all, please put him on." "Hold on a second." I put the phone down and opened the door again. "Toff?" He was sitting at the edge of the bed, seemingly dejected that I had chased him out of the bathroom. But he looked up at me, a patch of my dried cum still on his cheek. "Hey, Toff. Your Mom wants to talk to you on the phone. And Toff? I'm sorry to scoot you out of there, but we were talking about a Christmas gift I got you." I winked at him and he perked up again. "Go talk to her and tell her how wonderful you think I am." I sat beside Toff and gave him a bit of a shove. "Yeah, I'll tell her all about how you slimed me up in the middle of the night!" Toff giggled and went into the other room. "Toff, we don't have forever on this phone call, and I need to talk to your Mom afterwards for just a few minutes." I got a nod from him in response as Toff ducked into the bathroom and closed the door. I paced the floor. What if Toff told his mother more than he should have? I knew he loved the sexual contact we'd had. I knew he wouldn't tell her anything on purpose, but mothers know their sons, and I was afraid she'd detect something, like that feminine intuition going to work or something. I felt silly pacing while completely naked, so I put on my robe and kept pacing. Then I sat on the bed. What if Toff, having talked to his mother, all of a sudden thought what we were doing was dirty? It's one thing to play around when your mother is thousands of miles away, but Toff was a boy raised almost exclusively by this woman, and they had to have a close bond. If she was subtly grilling him he could start to feel guilty. I had an irrational urge to dress completely, but I stifled it and got up and paced some more. Lord, what must it be like for him. He'd had dirty pictures taken of him and been jerked off by a man he hardly knew. Then he'd done a little dance in front of the man with another boy, and let the man (Me!) suck him off. Finally, he'd awakened in the middle of the night and jerked the man off and slept with the stuff drying on his cheek. I'm sure I would have blushed during the whole conversation if it was my Mom. I was a nervous wreck, and I was just about to strip myself bare so he didn't think anything was wrong when he opened the door to the bathroom. He was still pretty tired with his eyes drooping, but he smiled at me when he gave me the phone, and then sat on the tub while I sat on the toilet seat to finish talking with his mother. "Hello again, Miriam." "Philip, I've never had one tenth as many words with that boy on the phone in the last three years. Frankly, I think you're doing wonders, and I'm amazed." I tried very hard not to look at Toff, naked as the day he was born and just lounging there displaying his dangling goodies not three feet from me. I wanted very badly not to slip in front of his mother. And Toff was growing hard while idly playing with his goods. "Well, Toff might think so, too. He's sitting on the edge of the tub watching me even though it's 5:45 am. You'd think it was Christmas morning. So, what's the answer, Miriam, on that piercing topic?" I only hoped I was being cryptic enough in talking to her so Toff wouldn't figure out the secret. I shouldn't have worried. He was busy with something else, staring down while he skinned the foreskin off the head of his penis time and again. I wondered if I was going to be privileged enough to watch him take himself to an orgasm while talking to his mother. "Phil, he's been begging me for eight months for an earring since he got those glasses that look like they belong on some kind of Euro-scum pop star. OK, they look fantastic on Toff, but he's beginning to look like an interior designer or a hairdresser or something. Anyway, get him pierced. I know the green of the emerald will really bring out his eyes. God, I sound like I'm describing a makeover. He's only eleven. Why am I worried he might be gay?" Miriam was surprisingly relaxed on the other end of the phone given the subject matter she had brought up, but then, she brought out these notions in such a jumble it was like she'd been worrying about them for some time. "Well, I can't comment on that last bit, Miriam, except to say you shouldn't let it worry you. What will be will be and there's nothing one person can do to influence it. As to the other subject, thanks for the permission. We'll do it today." Toff looked up at me when I said that and his eyebrows almost shot to the top of his head. Heck, he even forgot what he was playing with! I blew at least one thing, that there was a surprise coming up. I tried to disguise it. "Actually, we won't get to it until later in the week, but I'm sure you'll love it." "OK, Phil, I'm sure this call is costing Anissa and David a ton. Can you ask her to charge it to Ahmed for me? He should pay for it. Call me in a couple more days so I get to hear all about how Toff enjoyed his surprise. And thanks for taking care of him. I'm sure this is his best trip over there in a few years." It appeared I'd come out of this phone call a hero, and so much was Miriam praising me that I was embarrassed and felt guilty for what I hadn't told her about the sexual aspect of my relationship with Toff. I couldn't, of course. "We'll call back again in a couple days, Miriam. Now it's 6:00 am here and Badr is coming to wake us up soon. Yeah, Toff's getting a few friends. We might even have a bit of a pool party here today. Anyway, have a good night's sleep and we'll call soon and see you on the 2nd." With a goodbye from Toff's Mom I hung up. Then I looked over at Toff. "Toff, Badr is here in 30 minutes or so, you know. The way you're playing with that thing it looks like you're looking forward to it." I tousled his hair. Heck, here we were in the bathroom, Toff completely naked and me in just a robe, and it wasn't about sex, but about the playful camaraderie of a man and a boy who are friends. In this case, we were nearly lovers as well, but the basis was this playfulness and trust. Toff looked up at me as if he was uncertain. "Flip, isn't it nasty to be licking and kissing on his butt hole like that? I mean, it's dirty and it might make you sick, right?" He'd scrunched up his nose, and Toff seemed nervous. "Let me guess. You're scared to death to lick on his butt but you think you have to do it because he's your only friend here, right?" Toff nodded. "Well, then, Toff, we can do one of two things. First, I'll tell you all about what it felt like and what I know about it, and then you can decide if you want to do it. On the other hand, if you don't want to do it, we can talk to Badr. I'm sure if you let me lead the talk it'll be alright and he'll still be your friend. Heck, he'll probably want to suck your dick." Toff's eyes grew round at that. "OK, tell me what it was like." "Toff, it was kind of funky smelling. Remember, he hadn't bathed all day. It smelled a bit like farts, but not too strong. Otherwise, there was a smell like I can't describe. It smelled like when I sucked you I guess. I guess it was just a boy smell, a little tangy and like pure sweat, like when you really work hard. Not a man's sweat, though, but a boy's sweat. That's a lot sweeter I think." I paused and it was clear he was hanging on my every word, and he was also quite aroused, though only absentmindedly attending to his penis with his right hand. "You know, the most important things were the feelings, Toff. When I was licking him it was weird. It was the first time I ever did anything like that, but it didn't feel dirty. It was a little like when I was jerking you off, or when I sucked you. I knew I was making Badr feel really good. Combined with that was a curiosity about the taste and the feel and the smell. I gotta tell you, Toff, it was almost as good a feeling as when I made you feel good. I don't love Badr like I love you, but he makes me laugh a lot, and he's a cutie." I paused and thought a moment. "You know, Toff, I was quite aware of the risk you might get jealous. That made the whole thing emotionally risky for me. The last thing I'd ever want to do is make you jealous." I looked him in the eyes at that point. I didn't wink or anything, and we kept our eye contact for many seconds. "Flip, that's some of the stuff I feel. When the guys kissed my butt I was embarrassed but kind of thrilled to be doing it in public, and also making them do it since they tied me up and everything. And then Badr actually licked me and it was like he had his hand on my dick or something. Until you sucked my dick last night I didn't think anything could make it feel so good. I can't even say it right. When you jerked me off it was better, too, but it was so good when you sucked me." Toff stopped there, and just looked at me. "Well, Toff, would you like to make Badr feel that good? He said he was going to take a shower first, right?" I raised my eyebrows at him and waited. "What if I don't do it good? These guys have lots of practice. What if I'm as bad at this as I am at sports?" Toff looked dejected, perhaps showing his true fears, that he was a failure at anything physical. "Toff, there's no such thing as a bad blow job, and I think that's the same with butts, too. But tell me, before you jerked me off in the middle of the night last night, had you ever touched a boy's or a man's dick?" I caught him under the chin with my hand and made sure he looked up at me. "No." "So, you were a total amateur when you got me to cum so hard I would have hit my chin if your face hadn't been in the way?" Toff looked surprised. "You mean it's not always like that, Flip?" "Toff, I haven't come so hard in ten years. At least. I probably hadn't cum so hard since I was 13 or 14. You may not have known what you were doing, but the idea that you were interested in making me feel good, and that you were so curious made me cum really hard, and a lot faster than usual, too. Also, I felt a lot of love for you, and I think you love me, too, right?" I looked deep into his eyes, and I was rewarded with a twinkle from him. "Philip, I was mostly curious. Once when I was at the YMCA pool I saw an older boy. He was probably 16 and he was hairy and all, like you, and he was halfway hard, and I wondered what it felt like when it was so big. I mean, I wanted to hold his, too, but holding yours was better than I even hoped for. I don't know how to say it, really. It was like when I held yours it also made my dick feel good." Toff looked bewildered, like he didn't know the power his words held for me. Yet they did hold power. They held the power of love. "Toff, that's the best thing I ever heard, but we have to answer the big question. Are you going to suck on Badr's butt? He's due here in a few minutes, you know." Now was Toff's moment of truth. "Do you want me to, Flip?" Toff was afraid I'd be jealous, I think. "Toff, I want you to be comfortable and do what you want to do. Frankly, I'd love to do that to Badr again. And I want to do it with you a whole ton. I did it with him for less than a minute, but I think I could drive you crazy worse than when I sucked you if I did it to you. Heck, I want to make you feel good all the time. But if you're worried that I'm jealous, forget about it. I know you love me, and you know I love you, right?" I was still looking him straight in the eyes, but now I was confident my point was getting across. Toff nodded soberly, as if he wasn't quite convinced. "Besides, Toff, Badr has done lots more sex than this, you know. I'm betting he's done lots more than you or I have. He and Hassan have probably done more than you can imagine." Toff looked at me funny, then. "Do you think they fuck, Flip?" Toff looked a little scandalized, and also a little interested, like a kid's first look at a Playboy or something. "I'll bet they fuck, Toff. I'll bet they do." I just trailed off with my voice, and for the first time I thought of fucking Toff. I felt ashamed of the thought. Tommy and I had never done it, but I just then remembered a vision of when we were 12 or so and we had thought about it. We got all the way to having me bend over and him try to enter me. I guess we were afraid, or maybe the whole act seemed ridiculous to us. But now I was older, and I was in love and Toff was so beautiful. I shook my head trying to get the thought out of my mind, but an interruption helped a lot. Here we were in the bathroom, talking in the most intimate way a man and boy could, and Badr barged in the front door of the house. The bathroom door was open, but there was little light in the room, so Toff and I walked in quietly and watched while Badr approached the bed, pulled down his pants, and stood there mooning the empty bed. We were close to him in the dark, and he didn't see us at all. I decided to spoil his fun. I knelt down until my face was right next to Badr's, but his head was turned and he was about to yell to wake us up, so I beat him to it. I reached around with my right hand and pinched his butt at the same time as I said, "Good morning, Badr!" Badr jumped about a foot straight forward and knocked me down. It was like he'd seen a ghost, and we ended up in a heap. "Toff, help untangle us here, would you?" Of course, Badr's shorts were around his ankles, and his belly was in my face. I decided a raspberry was a universal greeting to a boy, so I did one on his belly, holding his cheeks to make sure he didn't squirm. (Boys sure did have lovely handles, those cheeks!) I made a huge fart sound on the Badr's belly, and that made Toff laugh so hard that he fell on top of us and soon the three of us were wrestling. Being on the bottom I soon had various pieces of boy flesh pressed to me, and I decided that my first goal was to make sure there was lots more of Badr available to wrestle with. I reached down and slipped his shorts off his ankles, and then flipped him over, which wasn't easy, since he had a grip on Toff's midsection and was attempting to turn him over. Still, I pulled his shirt over his head the moment Toff got free, and had Badr down to just his shoes and socks. Toff had gotten to his feet, and Badr had turned around and was looking to goose me when I called a halt. "Stop, stop! It's too early for all this wrestling, boys. Give me a moment to rest, will you?" I sat up and gathered my robe around me, hiding my rapidly stiffening member, and Badr looked up at me as if cheated. "That's not fair! We're both naked, and you should be, too!" Badr started to try to get my robe off of me, and then Toff joined him, and soon the only clothes on any of us were Badr's shoes. "Come on, guys. I'm too old to be wrestling on the floor." I got up and jumped on the bed and was followed by two naked boys jumping in on either side of me. Badr was particularly horny, and he grabbed at both me and Toff. It's like Badr had homing devices in his hands - they sure homed in on our dicks. "Hold it, Badr! You can't have two of us at once! And besides, didn't you bring Toff's breakfast?" I eyed him as he released my dick and Toff's as well, and then I saw the light bulb go on. Badr immediately turned over and stuck his butt out at Toff. "Go ahead, Mustapha! Eat me!" So much for his proper British English. Toff looked a little hesitant, so he just got up on his knees and put his hands on Badr's butt and then felt up his scrotum while thinking of what to do. "Baddie, make some room down there, because Flip wants to play with your dick while I do this. Flip, get down there. Um, Baddie? You don't mind if we suck you at both ends, do you?" Toff was rewarded with a giggle of delight and a little wiggling butt, and he made room underneath him for me to get access to his cute little morsel. I got on my back and then Badr shifted to try to sixty-nine with me, and Toff put a stop to that. "Baddie, no sucking on Flip. That's mine, OK?" He looked at me like he was a little ashamed of being so possessive, but I gave him a smile and he continued. "Just relax and enjoy it." With that said he dove in and kissed down Badr's crack until he got to his butt hole. I had a grand view, with Badr's legs on either side of my head, and as I reached up with my tongue to play with Badr's balls. Badr was a little insistent, though, and he bent his little dick down and practically forced it into my mouth. I was in heaven. Badr's little dick was less than three inches, but he shoved all of those three in my mouth and almost gagged me. I looked up while I adjusted to the little bald headed dick, and I saw Toff taking tentative licks at Badr's little pucker. As I tongued Badr rhythmically, Toff began to get more interested and started to apply more pressure with his tongue, and Badr started to moan. As if responding to my thought, Toff stopped for a moment and whispered to me. "Let's make him cum, Flip. Watch me and we'll try to do it at once." I couldn't very well speak with my mouth full, so I winked back at him and watched while he grabbed Badr's hips and shoved Badr's buttocks back against him. It sure didn't take long for Toff to go from scared of kissing that Badr's butt to trying to stick his tongue inside it. Badr, meanwhile, was beginning to rock and try to shove himself inside my mouth dick first. He was so insistent that it was nearly impossible for me to control what part of his dick I stimulated with his tongue, so I attempted to suck in his balls to join his dick in my mouth. It didn't work, but I was feeling pretty useless. Badr was basically fucking my lips, so I tightened them to make the friction stronger for him and gave him a constant suction. I wasn't sure who was causing it. Toff was pressing Badr's backside rhythmically, and Badr seemed to be doing push-ups on my stomach, but it wasn't long for him, I was sure. He rested his head just south of my navel and his tangled hair was brushing my own penis. If Badr didn't watch out he'd make me cum in his hair. But he couldn't help it, that much was clear. Toff and I had ambushed him and Badr was not in control. It took little more to finish the poor boy off. As Toff continued tonguing Badr, he started to drive his little dick into me more forcefully, slowing the tempo as if he'd gone over the top, and then I felt the throbbing and the spasms and I stepped up the suction one last time. That certainly did it, as the pressure became too much for Badr. He bucked backwards and bopped Toff on the nose with his butt, and he jerked his little dick out of my mouth so that the slick reddened little spear was suspended over my face for moments. Then he collapsed on my side and rolling on his back next to me. Toff rubbed his nose and giggled as I got up. "Hey Baddie, I guess we were your alarm clock and really rang your bell, huh?" All Badr could do was nod, flat on his back, his dick still hard and pointing to the sky. I moved beside him and slowly rubbed his belly. "Are you alright, Badr?" Oh, I knew he was alright and that he was probably plotting revenge, and also that both Toff and I would love the revenge. "I'm great! I have not had one that good in a week or two. You two work well as a team." Toff took the occasion to give me a high five. He leaped to smack my hands and his dick slapped his belly. He sure hadn't had any relief, but I wasn't sure I could take any more of this boy orgy without a little break. "Hey guys, I am hungry as can be. Toff, let's you and I get a shower really quick and get some breakfast. Also, I need to talk to Badr for a second. Can you go start the shower?" Toff looked at me puzzled, and seemed reluctant to leave. After sharing the boy with me he seemed suddenly a little jealous and possessive again. I covered myself with my robe and his face brightened a little and he took off for the bathroom. "Badr, what time does that jewelry store open? I have a surprise for Toff." Badr looked at me funny. "It's open any time you want it to be, Philip. Didn't I tell you? It's owned by Hassan. All I have to do is call him and he'll open it. Oh, can I take a quick swim while you guys are in the showers?" He was already getting up and headed for the French Doors. OK, Badr. See you in a bit. Oh, we'll bring a towel for you." I had a better idea, and I snuck into the bathroom and behind Toff. I wrapped my arms around him and planted a big kiss on his neck while my right hand turned the water off, then I picked the now squirming boy up and walked quickly out to the pool and dumped him in. Then I jumped in, too. After I surfaced I said to both of them, who seemed a bit bewildered, "Hey, guys, let's have a little bit more fun. Breakfast can wait and it's not even 7:30 yet. But no rough stuff for me. I sucked one before breakfast and I'm not ready to dunk a couple boys, too." I winked and then started a slow breast stroke to the other end of the pool. There were some leaves in the pool, so when I got to the other end I got out, grabbed the net and started to fish them out. It was almost idyllic, as if this were an everyday scene. A man, naked as if in Eden, cleaning out a swimming pool while two boys had splash fights and wrestled in the shallow end - it could have been a modern scene by Whistler or something, it seemed so serene and innocent. Little would the viewer know that Badr, the high pitched giggler, had just been sucked and rimmed by Toff and I. Then again, they might guess something was amiss. Badr was reaching for Toff to goose him just about every chance he could. It took me a while to clean out the leaves and bugs which had accumulated in the pool, and early on I was forced by the temperature to put on my robe. When I was finally done, nearly at 8:15, I dropped the robe and dove in, only to be attacked by two wiggly boys. I put an end to that quickly, or so I thought, by dunking them both. But soon they were coming back for more, and it was twenty minutes of full out pool wrestling before I was able to get them calmed. As we all rested at the side of the pool I mused that wrestling with two high-energy boys was pretty good exercise and maybe I didn't need to do laps. "Well, boys, that's what I call a refreshing morning dip." I laid my head back and closed my eyes. Badr, as always, was quick to reply. "My dip was better, Philip. I dipped mine in and out of your mouth and it sure was good!" He giggled at his little wordplay. "Oh, Badr, that's an awful pun! I KNEW I should have had Toff fuck your butt. But then he probably would have made that pun." I reached out and pinched his nipple lightly, and he giggled as he fell back underwater. Toff looked wide- eyed at me. "You were really thinking that, Flip?" By then Badr was back up and standing in front of me. "Of course I was, Toff. OK, picture where I was. I was lying there with the perfect view of Badr's butt hole and he was trying to choke me with his dick. He doesn't have enough there to choke a squirrel, but it was pretty nice." Badr attacked me and I took defensive measures. "Follow along with the scenario, boys. I had Badr's butt hole not inches away from my eyes, and I got to watch Toff tongue the heck out of it, but I'm telling you, watching his dick from that close would have been lots better, especially if it was your first time, Toff." Badr looked at me, and a smile slowly spread on his face. "We could do that now, Philip, if you want." I didn't want to, but his suggestion certainly was tempting. Looking through the water I noticed that Toff was tempted, too. And then we were interrupted most rudely. Anissa called out. "Philip, boys? I hope you're decent. I'll be on the pool deck in ten seconds!" The boys crowded to me. They both stood in front of me and covered themselves under the water with their hands. Not that Anissa could see anything through the water, but she was a girl, I suppose. Then Anissa popped her head out. "Philip, Jamila isn't feeling well. We think it's her heart of something. We're going to the hospital. It's about an hour west of here, and who knows how long it's going to take. Can you take care of both Toff and Badr today?" She certainly didn't look distressed, but with Anissa you really couldn't tell much. "Is this something we should worry about, Anissa? I can certainly help. I'm not sure with what, but I'm happy to volunteer." The boys seemed concerned as well, though not so much as to stop from holding their hands over their groins. "No, Philip, it will be fine I'm sure. Jamila goes through these episodes, and I'm reasonably certain she'll be alright, though she it may be many hours before we find out. Take care of the boys." She started to turn around. "Oh, and do get them dressed before you go to town." She laughed and then made her way back up to the big house. I shouted after her. "No, I'm taking them like this with ribbons in appropriate places!" ""Make them small ribbons, Philip! But I think green will be a nice color for these two! See you tonight, but if we're not back by 4:00, plan on taking the boys out for dinner!" She waved over her shoulder and was gone, and the boys looked at me wordlessly. "Oh, I dare you boys to wear green ribbons today!" I wasn't finished teasing them, and hoped I never would be. Badr spoke up to take the bait. "You mean in out hair, Philip?" "No, Baddie, he means he'd tie the ribbons to our dicks." Toff was getting used to my teasing. "So, Flip, what are you going to do to us if we wear green ribbons on our dicks all day?" He stood in front of me challenging me. "Why don't you guys talk together and figure that out. In the meantime, let's go get a quick shower, one at a time, to get the chlorine off of us. Then Toff and I have to go eat something, and Badr can call Hassan. Oh, and I think I might have a late Christmas present for Toff, come to think of it!" I pulled first Toff and then Badr up to sit on the side of the pool, and then I lifted myself out. "I got the shower first, guys!" I leaned down first to their level. "But first I have to do this." Then I reached around behind them and pinched their butt cheeks before I scampered from the pool area, into the bathroom and quickly into the shower. "You're next, Toff!" The next half hour went fairly smoothly. I took a quick shower, then while I was drying and dressing, Toff took his shower. I didn't really notice Badr was gone for a bit, and then he showed up all dressed, though peeling off his clothes again sp he could jump in the shower. I was dressed by then. The weather was still unseasonably warm. Yeah, we could have used the pool even if it was much colder because it was heated, but it was pleasant having an unseasonably warm holiday. Once Toff and Badr were dressed, we headed up for breakfast, and I got my CNN fix. Frankly, I hadn't missed it, and I was surprised. I'd been working sixty hours a week minimum for the last five years helping build the company, and generally ignoring a private life. My off hours consisted of keeping up with anything which might affect the company bottom line, and that meant CNN. Here I was now in my second morning waking up with and loving knowing a beautiful boy and his friend. I was reaping that part of my life I had ignored, that of loving someone, and CNN didn't seem all that important, especially the reports of Christmas aftermath and the coming millennium celebrations. Toff, and the simplicity of caring for him had given me much this Christmas season. Yes, a part of that was sex, but in the deepest part of my heart I knew that it was more than sex, and also that merely helping him make friends, holding him through the night, and being there for him in the years to come might be the most important work in my life, and the closest work to my heart. We finished breakfast and Badr came up to me after he and Toff finished cleaning up the dishes. I'd taken the time off watching CNN of course. "Philip, here they are. Do you want to tie them on?" He held out two lengths of green silk. My jaw dropped. These boys sure liked to do dares. "OK, Toff, Badr. What do I have to reward you with if you wear those all day. And remember, if we're out with Amir and Yassou, they might see them. Badr, Hassan might see it, too." I wanted to make sure they knew all the consequences. Heck, I'd try to make it so Amir and Yassou saw them to get the boys to chicken out. "Oh, and I'll check during the day to make sure they're still on there, too. And if they ever fall off only I can tie them on again." Toff answered the big question. "Flip, if we wear them all the way until after dinner, then you have to strip and let us do whatever we want until you shoot. We can do stuff with each other, and stuff to you, but you'll lay there still and these ribbons will be used to keep your hands tied up so we're in charge. That's the reward." "First, Badr, does Hassan approve of this kind of thing? I mean, does he know you're playing around with Toff and me?" I didn't want trouble in this town with just a few days to go, and I knew also that I would learn from a man such as Hassan about how to deal with sex and a growing boy. "Philip," Badr responded. "Hassan lets me have fun with Samir and Ali, but I'm not allowed to do anal sex. That's the only limit, or at least that's been the only limit so far. That's something only he and I share." Toff's eyes bugged out of his head to hear Badr admit to anal sex with Hassan. To think we'd be meeting Hassan in just a bit. "OK, Badr. I've never done that before, so it sure isn't going to be a problem. But let me make sure I get you. You guys draw the line at you having someone do anal sex to you? Can you do it to someone else?" Hey, I might as well ask. Shoot, Toff might ask him to do it. After all, there had been some butt kissing going on, and the topic was likely to come up. "Oh, Amir and Yassou and I fuck each other. The rule is only about adults." Badr seemed so matter of fact. Well, I guess since I sucked him off he could say just about anything to me, but it was a bit disconcerting. "Well, Badr, does that mean you can't fuck a man?" I don't know what got me to go there, but I suppose that a part of me, deep in the back of my mind, thought this whole business of "special friends" was all about men fucking boys, and not necessarily because the boys liked it. I knew that perhaps Toff and I might get to that stage where I fucked him, and I know I wanted to, but it disturbed me if it only went the one way. I wanted him to have that experience, too. More, I wanted to feel him inside me if he wanted to. Would I want that when his penis grew as he got older? I just had not thought that far, but the questions began to nag me. Badr looked confused. But he came to an answer. "Philip, I don't know. Does this mean you would want me to do that to you?" "Well, Badr, Toff. You said the reward for wearing those ribbons meant you could do anything to make me shoot. That qualifies, doesn't it? Boys, I was just asking questions to see if you thought everything through. Now, do you still want to go through with this dare?" I looked at them both, the green ribbons now held limply in Badr's hands and all was quiet. Toff spoke first. "Well, I'm not sure what we'll do to you, but we wouldn't do anything bad. And I just don't know about this fucking stuff, Flip. I guess I'm a little embarrassed to talk about it. Do we have to talk about this serious stuff?" Toff seemed uncomfortable, so I decided to let it drop. "OK, Toff. No more serious stuff for a while. Let's tie those ribbons on. It's a deal. If you wear them all day, then you get to tie me up and do what you want." I held my hand out for the ribbons, and Badr handed them to me and then dropped his pants. He was hard, a state I had become to expect. I knelt in front of him. "Badr, I'm going to tuck this under your balls to, but remember, if it falls off accidently during the day, you have to get me to tie it back on, OK? And I get ten seconds to lick or whatever I want each time, OK?" They both nodded. I then looped the ribbon around both the shaft of Badr's dick and around his balls, and silently hoped it slipped off several times during the day. I did it to Toff, too, but while doing it to Toff I made sure to make eye contact, and at the end after I pulled up his pants for him and buttoned them up I gave him a big kiss on the lips, and then on the neck right near the ear. "Toff, I love you." I couldn't get enough out of saying it, for I did love him a bunch. "OK, guys. Badr, did you give a call to Hassan? We're going over to his place next, if it isn't too early." It was 9:45, so I figured it might work. "Philip, he said he would open an hour early at 10:00, so by the time we get over there it should be fine." Badr didn't know the full extent of the surprise I had planned, but he knew some of it. I winked at him and we began to make sure we were ready to go. All of us took turns going to the bathroom, and then we were off. The walk to the village and through it went without a hitch. We stopped in the square, and I was again intrigued by the fountain with its depictions of men and boys. This early, with the dew still just drying off the grass and the hustle and bustle of the village not yet reaching its peak, it seemed to me magical. There were little boys on the other side of the fountain dipping their hands in, as if it was a fountain of youth and they wanted to sip of it, even though they were just four and five years old. I was going to have to ask Hassan about the fountain. We finally got to the jewelry shop, and Badr showed us inside where we were greeted by a smiling Hassan. Badr immediately went over and Hassan stooped to wrap him in a hug and lift him off the ground. Badr kissed Hassan's cheek and Hassan hugged Badr heartily. With his greeting of Badr finished, Hassan turned to us. "Good morning, Philip! And good morning to you as well, Mustapha! I hope you all had a good rest." The boys nodded, but I hadn't slept well, though the interruption early this morning was delightful. "Oh, the boys might have slept well, Hassan, but I had a couple interruptions. It must have been a dream, but I seem to remember an angel waking me up at one point." I tousled Toff's hair to make sure Hassan knew which angel I meant. Toff blushed a little, but he was growing more comfortable with my teasing, at least if it was in front of Hassan or the other boys. "I understand my Bart here was supposed to wake you up?" Hassan petted Badr's hair in a vain attempt to control it. And Toff answered him, ready to dish out his own brand of teasing. "We were already up, Hassan, and we made sure Baddie was definitely up!" Hassan's eyebrows shot up. "I'm sure Badr will tell you all about it later, Hassan. Let's just say that your boy got a present last night. I think he tricked me, really, but he made Toff return the favor this morning." Hassan was a little puzzled, but he knew he'd find out from Badr later. And at that moment Badr squirmed in Hassan's arms. "You need to say something, Badr?" It appeared he was anxious about something. "The ribbon fell off I think." He looked up to Hassan, and then grinned really big. "Can I get Hassan to retie it?" "Yeah, Badr, let him." Badr then was set on the counter and he explained the dare to Hassan. Hassan then opened up Badr's pants like it was something he did every day and drew out the ribbon. "Silk, Philip! A very good idea, Philip! That will surely come untied or otherwise slip off several times today. I think someone chose well!" He was jolly about the whole thing, and I was a bit relieved. Evidently he had no problem with me fooling around with his boy, at least as long as it involved Toff as well. "Oh, Hassan, you could probably figure out that Badr picked out the ribbons. He's want it to come untied several times, I'm sure. Oh, and part of the rule is that you can pet it or nuzzle it a bit while you're retying it. I think this might keep these two in a permanent state of arousal all day." Hassan nodded, finished tying the ribbon while Toff and I watched, and then fondled Badr openly in front of us, slowly slipping his fingers up and down Badr's little stiff member. Without missing a beat he looked at Toff and I. "So what can I do to help you, Philip?" "Hassan, I discovered something that has been in my luggage for five years or so. It's a pair of emerald studs I was going to give my mother, and then she got her final illness before I was able to give them to her. So the first thing I'd like you to do is let me know what they are worth." I pulled the little box off of my pocket, and Hassan reluctantly let go of Badr, zipped him up, and then opened the box. "Oh, Philip, these are two wonderful emeralds. What a perfect size for the ear. The color is very rich and dark. I assume they are South American?" Toff leaned forward to see, and so did Badr. "That's what I've been told, Hassan. I picked them out when they were unmounted and then the jeweler put special 24 carat mountings. I know that's softer and more susceptible for damage, but my mother was 68, so I didn't expect her to break them." Hassan brought out some instruments from under the counter, including calipers and a jeweler's loupe. He picked up one of the earrings and looked at it closely through the loupe. "Philip, I think with the mountings I could sell these for around $2,000 American. They are very fine gems." He admired them a moment more, and then changed focus. "Come a little forward, Mustapha. See Bart, Philip, how the deep green still picks up the light, even when it is here right next to Mustapha's ear? Now look at his eyes. Normally Mustapha has a rich brown color eyes, but with the green here on his ear, just at the edge of one's vision, the eyes turn a little brighter and seem to take a greenish cast. Mustapha, take off your glasses for a moment so they can see better." Toff did so, and Hassan held them up again. "Step back and look at first his right eye, and then at the change of color in the left eye." Badr and I looked, and it was truly remarkable. Toff's eyes, which I thought were one of his best features, purely shown with the backdrop of that green gem, and it even brought out some flcks of green in his brown eyes. Badr noticed that. "Mustapha, you should see this! There is green in your eyes when the emerald is nearby. They aren't simply brown anymore!" This was getting good. Everyone was praising the gems but also Toff's beautiful features, and Toff was getting excited himself. Hassan stepped up the excitement. "Philip, if the expense is not a consideration, then you should definitely let this boy wear the earring. I cannot imagine a better place for them besides in his ear. Think, you were going to get them for your mother, who you loved, and now they would be for Mustapha, who I know you love." Toff was almost giddy now, though he hadn't said a word. "Actually, Hassan, I was going to put one in my own left ear. Toff, you seem interested. Do you think your mother would tear me apart if I brought her boy home with a pierced ear?" He looked me in the eyes as if it couldn't be real, and then he leaped off the counter where he was sitting and jumped in my arms. He kissed my neck and buried his head there and then he froze. I was frankly confused. "Toff, you just froze on me there!" I pulled his face out of my neck and held him out. "Why are you upset, boy?" Toff leaned back towards me and whispered in my ear. "When you held me close I was so happy that I popped a boner. That's when I noticed the ribbon was off." "Well, we have to fix that, or do you want to fail in the dare, Toff?" Badr looked over and put in his two cents. "Mustapha, you have to get it tied again. Remember what happens after dinner?" He looked at Toff, and then back at Hassan. Then Badr must have felt he had to tell Hassan, so he whispered in his ear. Hassan grinned. "Oh, Philip, that sounds like a treat. Amir and Badr once made me do that about three months ago." Toff, who up to then seemed embarrassed to expose himself right there on the counter, now seemed surprised that Hassan wasn't shocked about the dare. Hassan sensed it. "Oh, don't worry, Mustapha. Amir and Yassou and Bart here do those kind of dares all the time." He winked at him, and then busied himself behind the counter. "Am I understanding you want each of you pierced in the right ear, Philip?" "Yes, Hassan, that's exactly what I have planned. And then point us to a place that sells cotton balls and hydrogen peroxide, if you will." I then looked closely at Toff, my eyes just a couple inches from his. "Is that alright with you, Toff? Maybe you'd like a tough hoop or something better, but I was wondering if you'd split a pair of beautiful emeralds with me." I winked, all the while during the speech rubbing one finger over his little erection through his pants. Toff almost started crying, he seemed so happy. "Does this mean we're always going to be together, Flip?" "Toff, I'll be there for you as long as I'm around, and I'll be there for your sons and their sons too, if you want me, too." I hugged him, and we shared a few kisses on the neck, and then both Badr and Hassan cleared their throats. "Mustapha, you still have to get your ribbon fixed. Hassan still has to pierce your ears, too." Perhaps Badr just wanted to get a peek at Toff's dick again, or maybe he wanted to see me fondle it, or maybe he was just a touch sensitve to our public display of affection. "Hassan, do you want to pierce his ear before or after I adjust this ribbon here? Or would you like the challenge of shooting his ear while I unveil Toff here?" Hassan raised an eyebrow in what was beginning to remind me of Basil Rathbone, a sort of British unscrutableness. Toff hadn't noticed, but Hassan had already loaded a blank stud into the gun and had nearly taken hold of his earlobe. I kept Toff's eyes locked on mine while I unbuckled the top of his pants and unzipped his fly. "Easy, Toff. Just let him do it." Hassan took Toff's left earlobe in his hand and placed the gun steadily in place. I then pulled Toff's underwear down to reveal his penis. I looked up at him, and Toff was trembling in anticipation. "Hold steady, Hassan. The ribbon seems to have dropped into his pants." I then lifted Toff's butt just an inch and slipped his pants and underwear to mid-thigh, revealing everything. Just the end of the ribbon was there between his legs, and Toff looked down and then spread his thighs enough that I could reach it. Throughout this his penis was at full attention, the head flaring under the foreskin. "Toff, I think you like being nervous like this, don't you?" I pulled out the ribbon with one hand, lifted his balls with the other, and wrapped the ribbon around both balls and shaft, then I tied it again. "I think it's just about time to pierce your ear, Toff. Believe me, you won't feel it at all." With the fingers of my left hand still on the shaft of his penis I pulled his foreskin down to reveal the head of his dick, nearly purple it was straining so much. "One thing, Toff. You've been so good you deserve a kiss." I bent my head, and leading with my tongue I gave the head of Toff's dick a long and slow kiss and suck. He trembled at first, then jerked after about four seconds. Hassan had taken the moment to pierce his ear. I reluctantly let go of my prize, a trail of spit extending from my lips to his dick until it fell back on his thighs. "Well, Toff, I guess we can cover this up again. Your ear is piecred, and now all we have to do is replace the earring in the gun for the emerald. Will you go ahead and do mine as well, Hassan?" I pulled Toff's pants and underwear up again, then looked at Toff who was embarrassed enough to be ten shades of red, but pleased as could be. "Actually, let's get that emerald in his ear quickly. The green will really be set off by the red blush on Toff's face, and this is, after all, the Christmas season. Merry Christmas, Toff!" I winked at him and got ready to hug him, and he smiled but held back. "Oh no you don't, Flip! You tricked me! I mean, I was paying attention to other stuff and I didn't even feel it!" As he spoke he must have understood how ridiculous he sounded. I had just arranged to get him something he'd wanted for a long time, and I'd just given him a very symbolic gift of our love. His face changed and he reached up and grabbed me around the neck. "Um, when can I wear the emerald, Flip?" I laughed hard, and said, "Toff, let me get mine pierced, too. Then we'll split that pair of emeralds." I tilted my head towards Hassan, offering my left ear. "Philip, if he pulls your pants down now I'm not sure what I'll tell my wife when I get home." He smiled at this odd witticism, and Badr chuckled. Toff did too and it was over. We both were pierced. Hassan scrubbed our ears with disinfectant and then installed the emeralds. There was a mirror at the end of the room, and I pulled Toff off the counter and walked him to it wordlessly. We stood and looked at ourselves with our left ears cocked slightly towards the mirror. I saw behind us that Hassan had pulled Badr off to the side so he wouldn't disturb us. Toff slipped his hand in mine, and I watched his eyes move in the mirror. He looked at his new earring, then at mine, and rested his eyes finally on our hands. He squeezed, and then smiled and looked up at me. "OK, Toff, I think we're a pair now." I squeezed his hand and we turned around to face Badr and Hassan. "Guys, meet my special friend Toff." There was general hand clasping and Badr gave both Toff and me a kiss. Hassan saw that and boldly asked for one, and Toff exchanged kisses on the cheek with him. Finally it got down to ask Hassan what I owed him. The boys had lingered into the back to admire Toff's new earring, and I broached the subject. "Philip, you owe me nothing. You let me see a very special bonding moment between a man and a boy, and you allowed me to participate as well. That is as much as I could ever charge." He was sincere, that was clear. "OK, Hassan. I'll buy that. Tell you what, though. Could you join Toff and I for dinner tomorrow night? Surely there is a nice little place I could take you and the boys to?" "Yes Philip, that would be delightful. Indeed, I think I can find a wonderful place. Meet Badr and I here at 6:00 pm, and be prepared for a very nice dinner. Until then, you three have a nice time today. I understand Yassou and Amir are due at the Bareb house in fifteen minutes? I think you'd better move along." I looked at my watch. Oh how the time had flown. I quickly gathered up Toff and Badr and we were out the door and rushing down the road, but not before we all shook Hassan's hand once again. End of Part Five