Date: Sun, 6 Mar 2011 17:23:58 +1100 From: The Pin Subject: The Honey Trap 3 Next evening, back from work I offered to help with the evening meal only to be told "We're going out - if you want to that is, might have a quick meal and then...we'll see, how do you feel about that?". I had no problem with the idea and vaguely noticed Michael pick up the 'phone, a short conversation and the words "9 pm, Alamein Fountain" were mentioned. It was suggested and I happily agreed that I change into more casual dress since office wear would tend to set me apart from the locals...it certainly would, I thought...though I wouldn't have put it past some of them to adopt it as a form of kinkiness. The area abounded with those trendy little multicultural eating establishments, no shortage of those and my guide certainly knew his way around - as he in turn was well known. I had trouble concentrating on food, passersby ranged from the bizarrely weird to the mildly eccentric and inside, at nearby tables the challenge was to try and work out the relationships. Fascinating hints here and there, tantalising glimpses of flesh, what might or might not have been.....conversations that were obviously bedroom bound - or whatever....there seemed to be odd aromas wafting everywhere. Anyway, the meal was good, very good so we sat a while and relaxed...and observed...sex in all its varieties was on offer here, lithe young men with haunting eye makeup, elderly queens, emaciated young women - here we had the whole spectrum. Eventually we walked out into the still warm evening, things were becoming lively now, with the darkness they emerged and carefully I followed my guide secure in the knowledge that as long as I avoided eye contact, no one would bother me. It wasn't all carefree bustle though, there was the serious aspect - the near desperation of some, those vendors of their flesh who so badly needed the money that their desperate importuning a dampener on the spirits but eventually we came to a halt, before us the cool spray of the fountain and there .... surely not? I held my breath. She was very slender, elegant and carried herself beautifully but her skin, pale, contrasting with the cascades of jet hair and it was the eyes I suppose that gave it away...she had to be Eurasian with those lovely looks, that blend of East and West the best of both merging in this perfect exquisite being? It had been prearranged I realised, that 'phone call and now this rendezvous, yes. Casually introductions were made "Stevie" she was "such a prosaic name for such a beauty" I thought, then Michael suggested some club or other, she nodded happily and off we went. The established seemed more prosperous than most, again Michael was immediately recognised and we were waved in, settled near the centre of the room we ordered drinks. Stevie I learned had been in the country since her parents had arrived some ten years previously...eventually I learned this and that but what intrigued me was - her ambition. She wanted nothing more than to settle down with some man in a loving environment - and there make a home! I was incredulous and she must have realised for now lightly dismissive she simply sighed and said "Well, so much for that anyway - looking for the perfect man, waste of time!". Shortly after the floor show began, two shapes could be vaguely seen, then the lights raised a fraction and I could discern a middle aged individual and beside him, clad in filmy veils - a youth probably in his teens, the boy then proceeded to arrange himself on a nearby couch, artfully veils were parted and glimpses of thigh and leg appeared. I was becoming aroused. Then a spot light dimly shone to focus on the boy and I caught my breath, the loveliness of his pale complexion contrasted with gleaming red locks parted and swept back over creamy shoulders, suggestively a leg rose, bent and settled there while veils parted further, thigh and leg fully exposed. The boy was beautiful and I wondered if....then the interruption, a compere had positioned himself nearby "Good evening all, and of course tonight it is invitation night, some will know what this means, others will learn - very pleasantly one hopes so... No fuss and here's the rules. First bidders are to stand and be identified. Two, condoms are mandatory - sorry! Three - Lovely here has the final say and four, no rough stuff, use any position you want and you have one go. Alright then, first for this evening - who is it, we've set $200, so who wants to go first? Come on - you sir? I looked, eagerly a guest had extracted his wallet, out came a bundle of notes - and the transaction was completed. Incredulous I watched as the man moved on stage where he rapidly divested clothing before diving upon the reclining boy. A flurry of activity followed, eager hands parted the remaining veils to expose the pale torso, pink nipples winked back at me and a hand groped between legs to avidly stroke and fondle. Locked together they remained until, unable to hold off, the customer positioned the obliging boy before him. Breathless I watched as the fat penis probed glistening buttocks, a slim hand reached back and with an impatient shove...the man's slid in. The boy gasped, whether for appearance sake or from genuine discomfort I didn't know, but for the next twenty minutes or so the sight of him being sodomised held me spellbound. There followed other encounters, eager patrons pressing their money upon the club's compere and in all this time I was riveted. Both Michael and Stevie I noted were showing signs of arousal, together they conferred, I caught the word "Underage" and looking through lust clouded eyes I tried to make an objective assessment, the boy's groin WAS hairless and the skin, well it did look incredibly smooth but I suppose it was his buttocks that decided it...full and plump yet thrusting firmly they had that look I'd so admired back in school where a flirty new boy would cavort in the showers knowing the effect it would have....and here I suspected was a lad of about that age, perhaps fourteen? Perhaps by then some six or more lovers had used the boy, Michael I could tell was fixated, Stevie's amused smile hinted as much as she gently clutched his arm. Then it came to me - how I could repay two week's hospitality? Leaning across I suggested it "Michael, I'll shout." Startled he looked away from the stage "Oh no, you couldn't, you mustn't...it's too much!" "Michael, I reckon that...if you can make it last...well it's $200 very well spent...and I bet that if you tried..." The challenge did it of course, Stevie muttered encouragement and then the Compere emerged once more...and I bid. Between us Stevie and I propelled him to the stage where feigning confusion and reluctance Michael paused to survey the delicious morsel - it was enough, calmly but quickly he undressed, still the simpering boy lay, legs pressed together and arms at side - until Michael approached and pouting an invitation he raised arms and pouted legs. Then Michael was onto him, exploring hands skilfully fondling and probing. I noticed the youngster's expression begin to change, no sign of indifference now and within five minutes his lips were parted and I guessed his breath to be coming in gasps. Of his own accord he reached for Michael's penis and the two set about the serious business of pleasuring each other until...at what seemed to be a mutual signal the boy rose and draped himself over the couch, buttocks thrust out in offering and then I watched what I suppose was all in all, a virtuoso performance. The audience became silence save for the occasional nervous cough, Michael's entry was gentle and he'd angled their bodies to afford full view, those buttocks looked excruciatingly tempting and for a second I wished we could change but Michael was the expert, and it showed. Tenderly and methodically, the penis explored the boy's depths, movements were complex, who knew what nerves were being stimulated within? The minutes ticked by and then to our astonishment, there was reciprocal movement - the red headed child arched hips to meet the thrusts, knuckles gleamed white as he clenched fists and there was a look of pure detachment on Michael's face as he eased his penis this way and that. Then the noises emerged, first a whimper, then a gasp, another gasp and eventually a moaning boy lay writhing beneath him. Still Michael persevered, still that look of detachment and then the child was pleading "Please, I need to cum, let me cum, please" whereupon somehow his lover backpedalled, adjusted his thrusts and there was again silence. My throat was dry, I met Stevie's eyes, and she smiled back knowingly - I heard her mouth "Later". Again Michael resumed the tempo and again the boy's buttocks arched and this time muted sobs were heard..."Oh, Mummy never told me...can't, just can't, please, finish, finish me!" Everyone heard, so did Michael for with a calculated series of thrusts, he let the child slide over the edge, a quivering quavering cry signalled release and in seconds the lovely lad lay limp. As for my brother in law, well he stood rigid, quivered, shook, and emitted a drawn out gasp that was more of a sigh, clutching the boy's hips tightly he pressed himself close and shuddered once more, again and again. To us it was obvious that he was experiencing multiple orgasms and the boy felt it too, for he slowly humped back, as if milking the last of what was being expended. Then with a kindly caress he pulled from the boy and oh hell, the applause began, there was stamping, banging of tables and most amazing of all, a lovely red head with glowing green eyes smiled up and ...blew Michael a kiss! Well, that was the evening's entertainment, except that acceding to popular demand the compere gave in, approaching our table, the $200 were produced and presented to Michael (For achievements in the field of pleasure!). Uneasily I watched as my money was gracefully pocketed. I hadn't the heart to protest yet the irony didn't escape me...for Michael had at my expense just had a superb fuck with a truly lovely boy and then been paid with my money for the privilege..but as I noticed Stevie's helpless giggles, I relaxed, met her beautiful eyes, smiled and blew her a kiss. Suddenly thoughtful she hesitated, and then reaching some decision, she smiled again - and returned it. We left the club not too long after, Michael leading the way, Stevie and I following. A few yards from the door I noticed the shadow, oh yes of course...that gleam of fiery hair under the light, a slim hand reached for Michael's and they linked fingers, nonchalantly Michael asked "So, it's ok if you come home with me?" "Yep, no home anyway" and so we strolled on, and with a start I noticed it, I too had a hand in mine! This was already one tremendous evening I thought to myself - and we have the night ahead!