Date: Sun, 3 Dec 2023 12:54:21 +0530 From: Netaji K Subject: Iranian TikTokker-1 Author's note: This short story depicts sexual acts between males of various ages. If you are offended by sex between men, teenage boys, boys or between males of any age, why are you here? If you are not a legal adult or if this content is illegal in your locale, leave now. This story is a work of pure fiction. The taboo acts depicted in this story are not condoned by the author, this is fantasy only. This disclaimer applies to all installments of this story, past and present. Please consider making a donation to Nifty. There's a cost associated with keeping this wonderful site operative. Iranian TikTokker-1 Arash looked stunning in vibrant red football shorts, skillfully framing his shots with a perfectly angled camera on his terrace. The morning sun bathed his thirteen-year-old frame in a golden glow, accentuating his hairless and fair Iranian complexion and a mop of black hair. Despite his youth, Arash, a renowned TikTok sensation, engaged in various stretches, showcasing his talent. Initially skeptical, his mother, his sole family after the loss of his father, became grateful for the financial support derived from his successful video ventures. After hours behind the lens, Arash delicately examined his footage on the computer. A symphony of elements unfolded--sunrays played gracefully on his milky-white skin, harmonizing with the vibrant red of his shorts that complemented his complexion. His hairless thighs, though devoid of hair, displayed a sculpted roundness and an evident muscle mass. Standing at 5'-4", he carried a height uncommon for his age, adding another dimension to the artistic tapestry of his visual creation. Radiating with joy, Arash descended to the dining room, his excitement palpable. There was a profound reason behind his ecstatic mood--a thrilling offer awaited his mother. Brimming with eagerness, he shared the news of a film project offer from a studio, set to be shot in Thailand. The narrative unfolded as a tale of two friends embarking on a journey, spanning 30 days with Arash and another actor. Anticipating his mother's happiness, he witnessed her delight, but the realization of sending him away for a month cast a momentary shadow. The allure of the tempting opportunity, coupled with financial gains, ultimately secured her consent. With a departure just a week away, flights and visas arranged, Arash eagerly embraced the prospect of embarking on a new chapter in his life. In a distant town, the air buzzed with excitement as 12-year-old Farhad, a cherished video influencer, engaged in a heartfelt conversation with his parents. A single child, Farhad basked in the warmth of their pampering. His father, a bus driver, and his mother, a dedicated homemaker, shared in his joys. As the only source of their affection, Farhad's charm transcended his 5'-2" frame adorned with lingering baby fats. His innocent allure made him the heartthrob of millions, a sensation both in the virtual world and within the walls of his school. The gentle ripples of his non-aggressive nature endeared him to everyone, forging bonds that went beyond the screen. In the midst of their talk, the allure of Farhad's fame wasn't lost on his parents. The tangible success, the financial prosperity he brought home, became a shared joy for the family. A talented swimmer, Farhad's content echoed the passion that flowed through his veins. Amidst the promises of a new opportunity, the anticipation of meeting another actor at the airport, the emotions danced between pride and the bittersweet realization that their little boy was growing up. Yet, as they gave their immediate consent, it was a nod to the dreams Farhad was chasing and the promise his future held. In the quiet anticipation at the airport, Ali, a modest liaison officer, eagerly awaited the arrival of Arash alongside Farhad. Ali's small-time role in arranging paperwork and introductions held the weight of these boys' aspirations. As Arash stepped into their shared world, an immediate connection unfolded -- a reunion of souls who, despite their fame, embraced each other like childhood friends. Ali, witnessing the seamless camaraderie, breathed a sigh of relief. Seeking their permission, he left them to embark on their journey to Bangkok. The lengthy travel transformed into a comfortable escapade, fueled by the infectious enthusiasm of these two boys, each step resonating with boyish charm. Upon landing, a representative from the studio shouldered the responsibility of guiding them through immigration and leading them to the sanctuary of their pre-booked hotel rooms. By now they had spent almost twenty two hours together. Though they both were from the same field, there was no competition between them. Both were very good looking and there exists a captivating beauty -- They were typical young Iranian boys whose allure transcends the boundaries of description. Their eyes, reminiscent of deep, enchanting pools, reflect an innocence and untold stories. The graceful curve of their pink lips, whispered tales of joy and resilience, a testament to the strength ingrained in their spirit. Adorned in the milky white color of Persian genes, and cascading waves of dark, lustrous hair frame a face that bears the imprints of both heritage and modernity, creating a timeless portrait of beauty. Their presence exuded quiet confidence, a charisma that draws admirers like moths to a flame. Beyond the external grace, there was an intangible radiance, a reflection of the inner beauty that resonates with the warmth of Iranian sensuality. In a world where every glance, every gesture was a poetic expression and was encashed the same on social media platforms, they moved with a dance-like fluidity, embodying the grace of a Persian poem brought to life. Their beauty was not merely skin deep; it was a mosaic of culture, sensuality, and the whispered promises of a future yet to unfold. Arash was watching intently every move of Farhad the moment he stepped out of the bathroom after taking a luxurious shower. Arash liked the perfection in Farhad's body. Both were an artist and exibitionists. Arash was a teenager now while he could see boyish remains in Farhad. Slightly fleshy thighs, small amount of fat on his chest, sexually underdeveloped body and cherry on the cake was his innocent look. As Farhad entered the blanket, he could see that Arash was only wearing shorts and nothing else. He too immediately removed his tee shirt and snuggled. His body was warm but still damp from the recent shower. Arash took him in his arms and hugged him tightly. The urge surprised both of them. But Farhad liked it. Arash's hands slipped down to grab Farhad's fleshy buns which were his eye candy since the moment he saw him coming out of bathroom. He simply pulled Farhad on top and held him there by holding his buns. They didn't rush the things. Both thought ' they had a month to explore eachother '. Had they known their future! Anticipation brimming, the night unfolded into a peaceful sleep and a hearty breakfast, paving the way for their much-anticipated meeting with Mr. Decha, a 35-year-old director with a commendable reputation, renowned for his work in the realm of gay-themed films and web series. In the studio, Mr. Decha revealed the picturesque backdrop of their upcoming film -- Chiang Mai, a bustling tourist haven in the north. A small resort on the outskirts awaited them, nestled in the tranquility of a farm. The boys, wrapped in their own world, felt as if they were on a carefree picnic, oblivious to the road journey ahead. With cramped quarters in the rear seat, the journey proved challenging. Yet, the two technicians accompanying them extended a helping hand. Adjusting and embracing the spirit of camaraderie, they created a makeshift haven, cradling the Iranian boys in their laps. In this seemingly mundane moment, the bonds of collaboration and shared dreams solidified, promising an adventure beyond the confines of the crowded car. After few minutes, Arash felt the warm hands of the technician, wandering on his naked thighs. First he thought it might be because of the jerky road or moving car . But soon hands were freely moving inside the shorts and on his thighs from knee to his groin area. Arash didn't know why but he blushed. He liked those warm hands. It's erotic touch was igniting fire within his body. Those magical hands just gripped his thighs tightly, pulling Arash closer. Arash rested his head back on the shoulder of the technician. Technician brought his mouth closer to Arash 's ear and bit him softly. Arash was stunned by the sensations it created. He had goosebumps all over. Technician started tracing from Arash's ear to his mouth with his tongue. Unknowingly Arash opened his mouth a bit. His breathing was heavy. The tongue touched his dry lips and wetted them. Technician seemed to be an expert and started tongue fucking Arash's mouth, but without penetrating much. Only between the lips. Arash was like under the spell which was broken with the realisation of thumbs of both hands entering Arash's shorts from both sides and were scratching at the base of his now stiff cock. A small but proud three and half incher. As the spell was broken, he glanced sideways towards Farhad. Poor kid. He was in more duress. Farhad's thighs were getting massaged with strong hands. The fingers entered his shorts and started playing with his still invisible cock. But he was beyond the recovery. That technician was viciously kissing Farhad. Farhad's cheeks were flushed and red. Arash was totally engrossed in watching Farhad's perilious condition. But reality brought him back. Technician's hand had unbuttoned his shorts and was inside playing with his stiff cock while other hand was inside his tee shirt, playing with his nipples. Arash threw his head back so forcefully that he almost hit technician's head. In response, technician tweeked his nipples one by one. Arash was hardly thirteen and had no experience of any erotic games. His life was typically alienated and there was no male influence in his life. His skin was very tender, nipples were underdeveloped and pubic region completely hairless. Arash's eye's caught some rapid movement on the next seat. That technician had lifted Farhad's waist to slip his shorts down. Even Arash was mesmerized with the view. Farhad's groin was looking like a pink marble... smooth and hairless. His two and half inch stiff cock was looking like a stem of an inverted lotus flower. By now his tee shirt was getting removed. There was a sharp pain originated from his own nipples. His partner was sucking on them and had given a single bite as a reminder. Reminder of what was the purpose of it's existence. He was shocked to find that his clothes were also removed. But more importantly his partner had also slipped his own pants. It was now skin to skin touch. Partner's touch was more insistent and purposeful now. Every part of the hand was participating in massaging...marauding.. you can say torchering the pink prey lying in their laps. But why only hands? Most of the upper body was very much active. Confined space in the rear was restricting their activities. But both where quite experienced and innovative. The turned the boys upside down simultaneously, like a work in synchronised swim team. The shorts were not removed completely. But they were definitely out of the way. But technicians decided to part with them. Iranian beauties were lying face up and with their upper body supported by the shoulders on technician's thighs. Technician quickly removed shorts to reveal the most exquisite Iranian beauty in their laps. The sight was mouth watering. Virgin pink flowers, big kohl eyes,looking anxiously but expectantly at their companions, with their personal antenna... stiff at full mast... with their mouth slightly open. Surprisingly both the boys were not at all shy about exposing their body. Maybe both where exhibitionist because of continuously posing for cameras. But this was extreme exposure. Not only there cock was exposed but their groin area and anal mouth was also very much accessible. Out of two boys, Farhad, though younger and naive,was of more adventurous nature and liked this experiment. Nobody in the past had touched his stiffy the way it was treated now. Arash's now exposed pink nipples were inviting more attention. And attention they got. That too... very intense one. Technicians turned them again to bring their heads up. Both the technicians were not the real technicians. They were Germans loaded with ancestral wealth and having liking for the sex with young boys. Thanks to the dark web, they had paid handsome amount to accompany these boys from Bangkok to Chiang Mai. And they had only ten hours to enjoy..to explore the virgin pink God's creation in their lap. Both worked in tandem with the boys in their laps. The nipples needed some nourishment since they were quite underdeveloped. A shade darker than surrounding area, they were almost like baby's nipples. They even tasted and smelled like one. The flesh around was squeezed to push out the head of those almost flat nipples in their mouths. Boys went crazy and were squirming in place. Where they could go anyway! With their legs around companions waist and hands were busy holding strong shoulders tightly, it was impossible to move. Plus who wanted to leave the place. They were perfectly positioned between companions strong and thick thighs. Feeling of those hairy and muscular thighs itself was very erotic. And the centre between those thighs was alive and very very hot. It was almost roasting their bums. Farhad too tightly held the head of his companion who was sucking... feasting on his nipples, earnestly. It was like a vaccum pump glued to his nipples. Both the adults would have earned their money's worth by sucking only. The boys were very delicious. Their flesh had typical boy aroma with very tender muscles to chew on. Area around nipples was blood red and had reddish marks of bite all over. Now was the time to move on to other parts of this devine body. Throat was also equally explorable, with all the sensory things same but without nipples. Even their adam's apple was so tender that they had to be careful to locate it separately from the throat muscles. On the journey upwards, technician put a bite mark on submental area which is just under the chin. Now it was lips on the agenda. They were slightly dry because of the heavy breathing which were quickly wetted with the drooling tongue. Same drool was used as a lubricant to slowly and sensuously fuck the narrow opening between those half parted lips. Deep enough to just touch the teeth. At last the tongue decided to invade further and the boy's exalted a sigh of relief. Adult lips were fused on their lips and tongue was dancing in their mouth. For adults, to taste the boy saliva and inhale the boys aroma was double whammy. Tender boy stem was getting brutally rolled and crushed between their bodies. They were totally naive and had no knowledge of ejaculation which was some time away. But sensations were very much alive and were running wild all through their bodies. Funny thing was, they were intensely kissed continuously... their cock was getting rolled and crushed... their buns were tightly cupped and squeezed but electric current was generated down somewhere, maybe in the toes. Toes were getting curled, stretched, thigh muscles were getting contracted. They couldn't understand the connect between these points. After spending enough time there, the focus was shifted down south. Legs were raised in the air with bum resting on technician's chest. Even Farhad couldn't understand why anyone would leave kissing and focus down there. Suddenly it dawned on them, their cocks were enveloped in something warm and wet thing. Upon finding the reason, the only thought was,' why one would leave kissing mouth and suck dirty thing like their cock'. But adults exactly knew what they were after. They loved the tiny size of the cocks which were duelling with their tongues. Tongue's flexibility and cock's stiffness was a erotic combination. Their cocks were getting lost in the sucking mouth alongwith their balls. Anyways balls were still not seperately hanging and were clinging to the base of the cock like an appendage. Not only cocks but cock owners also got overwhelmed. The tip of their cock was hitting something in the technician's throat. Clamping of the lips on their balls were massaging balls alongwith the stiff cocks. Sensations from their toes started spreading rapidly all over their bodies. Waves after waves were coming to the cocks after traveling through their bodies. Something happened and their bodies shuddered. Both chirped in high pitch. The boys felt the tremors in the cocks and it made them crazy. The sucking mouth compelled them to press the head between their thighs with whatever strength they could muster. Technician were happy with the results. It was boys first orgasm, though a dry one. Still it didn't deter them from the task they had taken. They continued sucking earnestly. For boys, whole groin area had become wet with all the saliva coating it had. It was shining like a highly polished marble surface, white and smooth. Boys legs were bent with knees near their chests. Technicians remained motionless. They were greeted with the most beautiful sight. Milky white thighs were bent exposing their anal mouth in the centre, with flared appearance, they were looking like a bloomed flowers. And flowers need to be inhaled. Technicians tried to push their noses in the blooming flower and inhaled .. slow and long inhale. It was typical boy pussy. ( It was yet to earn that title 'pussy'). Pleasantly musky with silky feel and boyish fragrance. Not at all repulsive. It was yuk moment for boys. They would have take away the mouth from their shit hole had they not enjoyed the mouth on their cocks earlier. Tongues took a swipe at them. Slow wet and sensuous. Anal lips were too sensitive and were angry red with only a single swipe. Owner of the tongues knew exactly what is to be done to console them. That's what they did. 'A gift of lot of saliva with personal touch'. Boy's angered lips were approached with empathy. Lot of saliva was gifted... and for personal touch? It began. A tongue started first by titillating the lips. Invigorating touch was quite welcome. The anal lips were less angry now. Faint tremors were felt in the anal corridoors. Boys were in a fixed position and couldn't move otherwise they would have danced with the excitement. It was now mouth to mouth communication and some serious suckfest was started. Boys forgot the discomfort being in such a strenuous position for so long. All the focus was on their anal region. Fat and thick fingers of technicians continuously tried to part those fleshy but firm buns and reached the hidden anal mouth. Along with the sucking, tongue was trying to knock the back doors continuously. It was trying to gate crash the party. Long sighs became string of loud and gibberish words. A slight shifting positions became wrestling. But how can one wrestle with lower body lying in the lap...legs folded with knees to the chest... and feet in the air without grip on anything. Only their mouths were active, BOTH. Upper mouth was vocal and lower one was trying to cope up with the demanding sucking mouth. Technicians momentarily stopped to watch their art work. The anal mouth... the pink blooming flower was looking fresh with all the saliva coating it had got. And at the centre, a shade darker than surrounding area, a hint of an opening, but had it's own life and was pulsating at irregular intervals was THE EYE. With eyelids closed but still attracted complete attention and protector of treasure hidden within. The kids were more than worth every penny they spent on the dark web. They had seen kid's posts earlier which were shown to them but in actual scenario, kids were beyond anyone's expectations. And their main USP wasn't their sexy body but their innocence and readiness to explore new frontiers with companion. Bite marks on minimum three spots was necessary. They left bite marks one on each bun closer to the anal mouth and third one, on the ridge line between anal mouth and perineum. Last one was a surprise for kids. Arash even yelped with the sharp pain emanating from the private and tender area. It was a great relief for kids when the legs were released. A strong hand lifted their head carefully and made them sit in the lap facing technicians. First time they came to know the presence of huge adult cock under their bum which they misjudged as their hands. So naive they were. Couldn't guess the size but it was huge and hot. Strong hands embraced them tightly to their chest almost forcing all air out of their lungs and kissed them forcing that adult tongue inside. In the middle of that intense kiss, Arash felt the hot tip of that cock touching his anal mouth. The touch wasn't tentative, it was slow but firm. It didn't force it's way in, just remained waiting in the back door. Adults must have consulted eachother secretly because only after a brief pause, they simultaneously started pushing their cocks in...in the narrow passage of that sweet pussy. Kids couldn't protest beyond grunts and heavy breathing. Grunts vanished in the intense kissing and breathing couldn't make any difference to their precarious situation. Eyes were wide open and tears rolling down. Farhad didn't know that this will be so painful. After that erotic session of kissing and sucking, he thought it's over. Now this hot pole was pushed somewhere in his back side, reaching unimaginable depths. Farhad was only twelve years old but even Arash at thirteen was facing it impossible to bear the pains. Slowly and steadily that invading cock, the one man army was progressing with determination. After some painful time Arash felt the touch of rough and coarse hairs on his bum. That cock felt like it has come up to the chest from inside. He realised, in desperation he had put his arms tightly around technician's neck. There was a raging fire down below but kissing continued. Neither Arash nor Farhad knew the journey here onwards. Farhad's companion was facing difficulty pushing his last two inches. He tried and scratched with his nails lightly around Farhad's anal mouth. But it didn't budge. After every trick in his book failed, he simply gave a massive shove and pushed his cock to the hilt. Poor Farhad couldn't shout, couldn't resist. He remained simply motionless. The shock effect vanished after some time. And the pain brought his senses back. Both the cocks started slow rhythematic movements. It came out with only tip of their cocks in the door and pushed back again to repeat the action again and again. Pain? Yes, there were pains. Loads of them. But now the cock was touching some knot inside and with every hit, there was small tingling in their anal region. Tingling became more and more prominent. At last it became a cyclone. Their bodies shuddered and they held there companion savagely. There was that explosion again in their cocks. Strong electric current passed through their bodies. And after couple of minutes it subsided. This was their second climax of their lives. Their anal muscles must have created tremendous pressure on that huge cock. It also erupted. It wasn't dry though. A torrent of German semen were pumped up the Iranian pussy. Now it had earned the title and it was officially 'pussy'. Boys were boys. In excitement, Farhad's pussy lips twitched and awakened the desire and life in that cock. Cocks started moving again and the mating game went to the restart mode. €~€~€~ If you enjoy this story, please support Nifty! By supporting Nifty, we can continue to use this wonderful, free archive. 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