Date: Mon, 26 Dec 2011 09:42:52 -0800 (PST) From: Tague Micheals Subject: Life Of Indulgence Another dream inspired story. I woke up with parts of this in my memory and as I lie there at 3:30 in the morning the story started to form. Of course there is no truth to it at all. The usual platitudes about age and legality apply. For those who stay to read, please enjoy the story. There is definitely more to come. Hugs, Tag_m ~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ I have money, an obscene amount of money. A huge chunk of it was old money, as in a couple of hundred years old or more. The rest had been generated by wise and diverse investments over the past 60 years and continued to generate millions more in profits every day. Who I am isn't of importance and even if you heard my name it would mean nothing to you. In fact it might mean something to only about 1 in 100 million people, maybe less. I preferred anonymity and my money insured that I got it as had my father and his father before him and so on. People with money live by a different set of rules. People with vast amounts of money make the rules and often those rules are for them and them alone. Amazingly that sort of behavior is expected and accepted of the wealthy by the average citizen in every country on the planet. Being wealthy allows one to indulge in every whim. A person of wealth could practically kill with impunity. One of wealth could pay others to do anything and everything imaginable, indulging themselves in ways that the average citizen doesn't even dream of, and some wealthy do that. I don't operate that way. Oh sure, I had my little idiosyncrasies, who doesn't. I'd been known to have a particular chef flown half way around the world at the drop of a hat because I had a hankering for a specialty dish that he or she prepared. I owned a dozen homes in almost as many countries, everything from 50,000 square feet monstrosities to a one room secluded lakefront cabin high in the Rocky Mountains. I owned personal jets of varying sizes, a little 148 foot yacht, and more cars than Detroit, almost. I threw lavish parties where most of the time no one knew who I was. I would float from group to group chatting with people who thought I was another guest. It was at one of those gatherings that this story takes place. I had rented the penthouse suite atop a large and venerated hotel in one of the largest and well known cities in the world. Situated in the hills above the city, it had a panoramic view of the city and the vast blue sea that spread out like a blanket before it and the lush green tropical vegetation that grew up and down the coastline alongside it. The suite of rooms wasn't as large as the Royal Suite at The Grand Hills Hotel and Spa in Lebanon which was 44,000 square feet laid out on 6 floors. Mine was a modest 14,000 square feet on 3 floors and contained a chef's kitchen, formal dining room, stocked wine room, a huge living room with gas fireplaces, 4 bedrooms with private baths, untold number of additional bathrooms, exercise room, small theater, library, two swimming pools and full spa amenities. The master suite had a private swimming pool and Jacuzzi and a bathroom that was larger than a studio apartment in most cities. From the airport I'd flown in by helicopter which of course landed on the 20th floor helo pad of the hotel. A private elevator whisked me up another 6 floors to the suite. I'd planned a little black tie soirée for 30 or so people, almost all men. I gave specific instructions to Benedict, my right hand man, for everything right on down to the serving staff. Requirements for the 4 drink servers were extremely specific. Benedict would do practically anything I required of him and do it to the best of his ability, which was considerable; coupled with my money it unequaled. Benedicts' life was in my hands, literally. He had done some rather nasty things of which I had documented and irrefutable proof and for which an unpleasant death would be the only option if he were turned over to the authorities. Benedict was resourceful, unscrupulous but brilliant and 100% loyal to me. As such my requirements were no problem for him to accomplish. I was able to view the 4 individuals unobserved by them prior to my guests arriving and deemed them perfect. As I said, Benedict was brilliant. My guests began arriving at 7 pm sharp, all dressed to the teeth. All of them had flown in from around the world. After being wined and dined a dozen or so would remain behind to discuss business, which one of my top managers would facilitate in my absence. I would be very busy with other things. So, imagine my guests surprise when they were offered drinks from scantily clad boys. My drink servers were all 14 years old. I had specified that there be a black, a Thai, a Caucasian, and an Arab and all had to speak English although I spoke 5 languages fluently. They had to be 5 feet 6 inches tall, slender but not skinny, very attractive, well endowed and virgin and by that I meant never been penetrated or have penetrated another be it male or female and in addition never been with an adult sexually at all. It was also required that they be as smooth as possible but prior to serving my guests, all body hair except their heads be removed and I meant every single hair. When I observed them I verified everything but their endowment. That I would verify later along with being hairless, in my bedroom suite as soon as the business meeting began. Benedict had almost outdone himself. Each of the boys verged on beautiful. All of the boys had been prepared as to what was going to be expected of them during their stay with me which would not include punishment or pain. Well, maybe some pain. Some of them were street boys, orphans, but be that as it may they or their families would be compensated to the tune of a year's wages in their country of origin which may well have been the country we were at right then. I didn't know, didn't want to know. That information was inconsequential to me. If Benedict had them flown in from somewhere else, so be it. The boys were naked except for a small cloth of a crimson red worn like a loin cloth that barely covered their boyhood charms, including their narrow little butts, and was tied low around their waists. I knew well the habits, likes and dislikes of my guests. I knew that most of them, the women included spent time with boys, often simply as a diversion, as most of the men were straight. I knew that they would fully appreciate my taste in servers and any information about the party or servers would be kept in confidence. I had considered inviting a few of them to stay after the rest had left for a little entertainment but hadn't decided fully on that. I had Benedict provide a 5th individual that was kept in a standard hotel room a few floors down in the event that came to pass. I hobnobbed with my guests, chatted here and there with the people I knew none of which really knew who I was. They thought me a modestly wealthy European of some flavor, which was way off base, and none of them knew my real name. I'm sure some of them had tried to gain information about me but whatever they had come up with was a fabrication. I was walking away from a discussion when the blonde serving boy approached me. "Champagne Sir?" His name was Trask and he was a little cutie that appeared to fill out his loincloth quite admirably. Blonde hair worn a little long, he had cornflower blue eyes and lashes that any girl would dream of owning. His body was nicely developed with all the creases and crevices where they belonged. I took a glass from him and asked what his name was. "Forgive me sir," he said politely, "But we are not allowed to provide personal information to the guests." His voice had not yet made the full transition to teenage hood and was somewhat high. I asked how old he was. "I am so sorry sir but again, we are not allowed to provide personal information to the guests." His expression was one of honest regret and I silently applauded Benedict for his thoroughness in training the boys, or at least this one. "Will there be anything else sir?" he asked. I said no, thank you and he told me to please enjoy my stay and sauntered off to the next guest. I thoroughly admired his butt as he walked away from me, the cloth barely covering his crack. Others around me noticed as well. I was so looking forward to exploring the boys' body. The next boy to approach me was Arun, his facial features clearly identifying him as Thai and a beautiful Thai at that. His slightly oval eyes were large, dark and intelligent against his light brown skin tone. His hair was black of course and worn short and flat to his head. His nose was narrow but flared out at the nostrils above a perfect cupid's bow. Like Trask he was developed nicely and has a voice that also had not yet deepened. I put forth the same questions that I had to Trask and got the same answers with the same degree of deference. I was chatting with a man and woman when we were approached by Kyte, the black youth. The boy was a deep enough black color that it was almost blue and that was offset by the pink inside of his mouth, his palms and the soles of his large feet. With a body that seemed more developed than the rest of the boys, his voice was also deeper suggesting a higher level of physical maturity. His nappy hair was as short as it could get without being shaved off; his nose was broad and large lips were begging to be kissed. I had a vision of his pink tongue pushing against Trask's bare asshole and almost shivered in the delightful image. As the boy walked away the woman that was standing with me almost swooned and she actually said quietly, "God, to spend an hour naked with that boy." The bulge at the front of his loincloth probably helped launch that desire and I couldn't blame her. He appeared less contained that Trask had. Last for me to see up close was Zaki, the Arab boy and once again I had to applaud Benedict's choice. Curly hair, pitch black and ear lobe length, softened high cheekbones. Just below his bangs were a set of huge deep blue eyes, something very uncommon in olive skinned people. It almost made him look unearthly. Like the rest of the boys his body was nicely defined, especially in the lower abdomen where the creases of his hip and pelvis were much deeper and more sharp which seemed to enhance the bulge in his loincloth. Zaki's lips were full and generous, framing a set of crystal white and orthodontist straight teeth. His voice had not yet deepened fully and when he went past me I discovered that his butt might be one of the best boy butts I'd ever seen. Burying my face and then my hard cock between those golden globes was going to be a great deal of fun. Watching one of the other boys fuck him would be enjoyable as well. As the evening wore on and dinner was served I saw more than one person try to pick up one of the boys and all were dealt with in a respectful manner. I also became aware that, aside from their heads, I didn't see a single hair on arms, legs, armpits, or faces; they were all as smooth as can be and I knew that the parts I couldn't see would be just as smooth. The boys floated around the table, quietly asking the guests if there was anything they could bring them and when a lewd suggestion was offered the boys deftly dealt with them. The party finally dwindled to an end and I left quietly, escaping down a narrow hallway to the private elevator up to my suite, which was the only thing on the upper level. I changed out of my tux and put on a silk lounging robe, naked underneath and opened a bottle of champagne and poured a glass. I carried it out to the balcony by the private swimming pool and enjoyed the view of the city lights below. It was there that the boys found me a few minutes later. I heard them coming of course and turned to greet them when I figured they were about 15 feet away. If any of them recognized me from downstairs they didn't indicate it. "Good evening gentlemen," I said pleasantly. The all responded deferentially with the same greeting using the word sir. "Arun would please pour a flute of champagne for yourself and your brothers. The rest of you please have a seat." The boy bowed slightly and left the room and while he was gone the others sat and I simply took in the sight before me. A healthy young boy on the verge of young adulthood can be a sight to behold. Three of them with the added benefit of being exceptionally good looking was very exciting indeed. The boys looked at me as well and I was sure that they were appraising me, knowing what was going to be expected of them, and found that it might not be as unpleasant as it might have seemed in the beginning. I am 36 years old and in as good a health and fitness as a 22 year old professional athlete and didn't appear to be any older than that either. I stand 5 feet 11 inches tall and weigh in at about 160. I have a full head of sandy brown hair that was slightly longer than Trask's. My belly was as flat as the boy's bellies and while my body wasn't as smooth as theirs was now it probably wasn't much more hairy than theirs had been 24 hours before. I would be considered handsome by most standards, very good looking by others. Arun returned with a tray and Baccarat flutes of golden bubbly. "Gentlemen, a toast," I said and raised my glass to them. They put their glasses gently together with mine and we took a drink. "My name is Brion and I assume that you have all been introduced to each other." They nodded their heads. "I assume too that Benedict explained why you are here and what you are going to be expected to do." They nodded their heads. "So then, Zaki, what is your understanding of why you are here. "We are here to provide pleasure for you Sir in whatever way you choose." "From now on you all may call me by Brion; there is no need for sir. Trask, what exactly does provide pleasure mean." "It means Brion that you will have sex with us, we will mostly likely have sex with each other." I asked if that was everyone's understanding and they each nodded their heads. "Kyte, define for me what sex means." The boy paused for a moment with the eyes of the other boys on him. "It means whatever you choose Brion. It means fucking, getting fucked, fucking and sucking each other and you, you sucking us and I don't know what else." I asked the other boys if that was their understanding and they nodded their heads again. "And how much are you getting paid to spend time with me?" "A whole lot," Arun answered for the group. "So I guess that all of you are okay with the arrangements." Head nods again. "Here's the thing you guys. I love boys. I love looking at boys and being with boys. I love kissing boys, I love sucking boys and fucking boys and I love to get sucked and fucked by boys in return. I love jacking a boy off or watching boys jack off, I love seeing and eating boy sperm. I think boys are about the greatest thing on the planet and you 4 are exceptional specimens of boys. I intend to drain your young balls many, many times over the next few days. When I tell you to do something I expect you to do it without question unless you aren't sure what I mean. I promise you there will be no intentional hurting of you, disfiguring of you or anything horrible like that. In fact I intend for it to be the most pleasurable few days of your life so far. If you please me I may invite you to stay longer with me, perhaps even travel the world with me for awhile. If that happens I promise you that you will be rich beyond your dreams. How does that sound to you?" They all said that it was fine with them; they had no problem with any of it. When asked, none of them had any fears about being with me and stated they trusted me completely. "One of the requirements was that all of you are virgins and I understand that to be true. I'm curious though about what things you've tried with other boys." Before we went on I asked Kyte to retrieve a couple bottles of champagne. While he was gone the other 3 boys and I discussed what they'd done with other boys which were mostly some mutual jack off sessions, although Zaki had never done anything with anyone. As Kyte came back Trask was saying that he and a friend had sucked each other's cocks and jacked each other off. Kyte poured champagne while sharing that he'd had the same experience and once had jacked off in a group of 3 boys. When I asked if they had enjoyed doing what they had done the 3 boys with experience smiled, nodded their heads and said they had. I set my glass down and stood up and went to Arun and asked him to stand. When he did I put my hands on the sides of his face and kissed him full on the mouth causing him to open his mouth and kiss me back. I turned and went to Kyte and asked him to stand and did the same with him. With his mouth open the boys' tongue gently explored my lips so I pushed my tongue into his mouth and did battle with his. I picked up the gentle fragrance of his musk. When I moved toward Trask the boy stood without being asked and when I started to kiss him he put his arms around my neck and kissed me back fiercely. I broke the kiss with the beautiful blonde boy and stepped over to Zaki. "I have never been kissed before Brion," he said and I sensed some fear in his voice. "Don't worry beautiful Zaki, I will teach you." I put my hand under his chin and tilted it up then gently put my lips against his and kissed him three or four times and after the first one he responded in kind. On the 5th kiss I kept my mouth against his and moved my lips and within a second he was repeating my actions. I opened my mouth and Zaki did as well and before it was over I heard him moan softly deep in his throat. I finally stopped and looked at him. "How was that Zaki?" He smiled and said that he liked it and I told him we'd make sure that he got plenty of practice. Despite the boys having spent the past 4 days together Benedict had insured that none of them had seen the others naked. Now was the time to change that. "Kyte," I said, "Please remove Trask's loincloth." The black boy went to the most pale boy of the 3 and quickly undid the fold that held the fabric in place and let it drop to the floor, revealing him to the rest of us. His body was completely smooth, almost 8 inches of pale, thick circumcised cock was starting to firm up, the head pointing half way between the floor and straight out. His balls hung nicely between pale thighs, medium sized eggs. I saw Arun's hand go to the front of his loincloth and gently tug at his own cock. I commanded The Thai to remove Zaki's loincloth and he did so quickly, revealing another circumcised cock that looked very close to the same as Trask's except in a darker tone and much harder, the head starting to point to the clear but darkening sky. The lack of hair on both boys made their already above average plumbing look bigger. "Trask please remove Arun's clothing." The blonde cutie went to the Thai boy, Trask's cock about half way hard, and quickly undid the fold and when the fabric fell to the ground the boy's 7 plus inches of uncircumcised cock sprang up to stand tall and proud in front of his flat belly. Arun had a fairly nice sized set of balls that hung lower than Trask's pale sac. That left me and Kyte. "Zaki why don't you show us what Kyte is hiding," I said to Arab boy. He moved to where the black boy was standing patiently, Zaki's stiff cock bobbing in the air as he walked. He fumbled for a moment with the fold, managed to get it undone and tugged the fabric off. He gasped audibly and moved out from in front of Kyte. "Holy fucking shit," Trask said in a voice laden with awe. I couldn't have said it better myself. "My God," Arun said, as stunned as the rest of us. Kyte stood there, a husky black warrior with the largest spear I'd ever seen outside of some of the villages I'd visited in Africa. The thing went 10 inches easily, probably closer to 11 or more. He was uncircumcised and the tip of the pink head was poking through his dark foreskin. The veins that fed blood to the python stood out on the thick black tube like fat worms under the dark skin. Kyte's large balls hung very low, 5 inches from the base of his cock at least, the sac stretched out from the weight of the eggs. The deep creases of his hips angled sharply downward into his pubic bone which helped highlight an already remember able cock. It looked like the thing was trying to get hard but the size and weight of it seemed to prevent it from rising, kind of like a lumbering B-52 Stratofortress trying to take off. I felt my body shiver at the thought of having that thing in my ass or seeing it stuffed up Zaki's tight virgin hole. I set my flute down on a patio table and asked Zaki to come over and remove my robe while Kyte untied it. Both boys stepped up to me and when Zaki had his fingers in the collar the black boy undid the tie. Zaki slid the silk down over my shoulders then gasped audibly as he pulled it away from my body. "That's incredible Brion," he said, clearly stunned by what he was seeing. All of the other boys wanted to see and crowded around behind me uttering comments that ranged from awe to fuck. I wear a complete back piece tattoo that starts on the front of each hip at the outside of my patch of hair, goes across my flanks and up over the cheeks, up the center of each side of my rib cage all the way to a point across my shoulders. There is not one speck of natural skin inside those lines, it's all brilliant color. The design is of Chinese dragon tails at the bottom and rising to just below my collar bone with the heads and upper bodies angled inward and looking down. Between them is an ancient Chinese man, a wizard, with his arms above him as if commanding them. In the background a huge mountain looms seemingly miles in the distance with small bolts of lightning around its peak and all of the rest of the background is white and gray clouds or mist. I'd had the piece done by one of the most famous tattoo artists in Asia and his number one apprentice. It took just under a year from start to finish and cost 50 thousand dollars. Needless to say there is none like it in the world. "Can I touch it Brion," Arun asked and I said yes of course that from this point on none of the boys needed permission to touch me and that included sexually. If, for some totally obscure reason I didn't want to be touched at that moment I would let them know and do so respectfully. All of the boys put their hands on me, feeling the tattoo from top to bottom and clucking their approval as they went. Zaki was the first to really move to the front and touch the very beginning, his fingertips skirting the edge of my hair. I'd also had electrolysis done so that my moss was permanently a small patch closely resembling a boy about a year or so into hair growth. The permanent removal included everything down there so I didn't ever have to worry about grow out. The other boys came around front and all of them checked out my plumbing which was still in a total default state. My cock was a respectable 8 inches of circumcised flesh below which a medium sized set of balls hung, the heat from outside temperature causing it to be in full hang with all of the little wrinkles pull out of the sac, except for those large ones at the top where it fell away from my dick of course. Like Trask, I was normally pale although I managed to get enough sun to color much of my skin while avoiding the tattoo. Kyte still hadn't gotten very hard, Trask was about half way there and softening while Zaki was till fully tumescent and Arun wasn't too far behind him. "Boys," I said to them. "I need you to make me hard." They looked at each other for a moment then Arun and Kyte got to their knees and started touching, squeezing and fondling while Trask stepped up and raised his face to mine. I bend my head and we engaged in a kiss that moved into an open mouth tongue battling thing. I reached down and took hold of his cock and squeezed it. "What can I do," Zaki said, "There's no room." I broke the kiss and turned my head to him. "There's plenty to do sweet boy, you just don't know how or what yet." I signaled for him to come closer to my other side and when he did I took hold of his cock and started stroking it and returned to kissing Trask. I felt the warmth of a mouth engulph my cock head and glanced down to see that Kyte was doing the honors. I watched as Arun leaned down and began sucking on the tip of Kyte's black python while in turn, the black boy was doing me. I turned my head and bent to Zaki and began kissing him and this time the boy responded immediately. As I kissed him and rubbed his back Trask went around and dropped to his knees in front the cute little Arab boy, gently removed my hand, and began to give adorable young thing his first blow job. I felt my cock swelling rapidly then the feeling of Kyte's mouth over half way down my shaft. I was a little surprised at first then reasoned that if he had been sucking cocks it seemed plausible that they had been black boys and further it was likely that they were typically large, although I doubted they were as big as the boy now attached to my hard cock. I stopped kissing Zaki and just let the feelings roll through my body. I looked at each of the boys, all engaged except Zaki whose eyes were closed and what he was feeling was reflected on his smooth face. I had a strong sense that this was going to be a memorable if not unforgettable few days, for all of us. I had never engaged this many boys in this manner, that is, inviting them to where I was staying at the moment, with specific instructions and forewarning of what was to take place. It was rather exhilarating. As the boys cycled through, each taking a turn on my cock and each other's, I thought back to my first time with a boy. I'd barely been 13 at the time and was staying at my father's estate in the Caribbean. I was there for winter break and had gotten to know one of the gardener's sons, an adorable young thing a few years younger than me. We'd gone to the beach to swim and since he had no suit he went naked. I was enthralled with his body, its color so much darker than my own, and the fact that his cock looked so different from mine. He encouraged me to skinny dip with him so I did and lying naked on the beach drying afterward I asked him about his dick. He explained it too me then slid his foreskin back to reveal a cock head like mine only much more pink that white. I didn't understand why I started to get hard but I did and then he did as well. He asked if I'd ever done anything with another boy and I asked, "Like what?" He told me then showed me by first playing with my balls then stroking my fully stiffened dick and sucking it. I thought I was going to faint. When he asked if I wanted to do that stuff to him I my head vigorously in a yes motion and he showed me what to do. He didn't have any hair down there at all while I had a little patch of sandy colored stuff growing at the base of my dick. I felt his balls and couldn't believe how soft the skin was. I stroked his cock, amazed at the warmth of it but also the texture of the skin. I was fascinated by his foreskin and resented that mine had been stolen. When I put his cock in my mouth I felt like it was something I'd been waiting to happen for a long time. He showed me how to jack off and then we did it and I squirted sperm for the first time, totally amazed that my body could do such things. How I'd not been introduced to that before I'll never know. The boy of course didn't make sperm but he sure made a lot of noise from trying. We spend every day together for the next 2 weeks and every day we got naked and played with each other. A few days before I was to return to England the boy taught me how to fuck. Having my ultra-sensitive young cock buried in a boys butt hole about drove me crazy. I loved it so much that I fucked him 4 times that day and allowed him to fuck me once. On the last night we camped out together and he taught me how to kiss which I loved also. I fucked him again a half dozen times, he fucked me a couple of times and we never did get to sleep until the sun started to rise. When I did wake up after a few hours' sleep my balls hurt. It had been a hell of an experience, one I obviously haven't forgotten. My father ended up selling the estate so I never saw the boy again. After Kyte had a turn on my cock and stood up I bade him stand still. His dick had risen to a point where it was slightly above 90 from the ground. I didn't have to get to my knees but simply raised it up with the palm of my hand and bent over toward it. I slid the foreskin back to completely unhood the boy, revealing a swollen head that was the size of the closed fist of a 10 year old. Precum seeped out of the slit so I licked it off then put my mouth over the head and closed down on it. The musky fragrance was stronger down there but it didn't stop me from moving my head up and down in order to suckle the boy. "Shit I'm gonna cum soon if you don't stop that," Zaki said. I stood up to see that Trask was honoring the young Arab's cock while Arun played with the youngling's balls. "Maybe we should all cum," I suggested and nary a one of them disagreed with me. I love watching boys love themselves and love watching them as they cum. I had told Benedict to inform the boys that I wanted them sperm free for the 4 days they were in his custody prior to the Gathering and to help insure that he'd kept them busy with one task or another. He had also informed them that if he discovered that a boy had jacked off he'd be sent home without fanfare. Given that, I really anticipated a good, if not spectacular show. I elected to make it an informal circle jerk and invited the boys to arrange the patio chairs so that we could watch each other. They all picked out a chair, sat down, and began the process of engaging in two of the ages old favorite past times of adolescent boys. One was jacking off; two was jacking off with other boys. Boys learn new techniques from other boys so they spent as much time looking around as they did looking at themselves. I found it interesting that Kyte had slid forward enough in his chair to allow his heavy balls to hang free and that gave me an idea. "Spread your legs out Kyte," I told him as I stood and moved over to him. When he did I got down onto the tiles that made of the surface around the pool and slid underneath him. I propped myself up on an elbow and put my face up against his balls and supported them. I told him to go ahead and start jacking off again and he did. It was an amazing feeling having his sac resting against my nose and mouth and chin but also moving along with his stroking. I felt the warmth of him and drew in the heady fragrance of boy balls and musk. I wouldn't have minded being smothered to death that way...death by heavy musky balls, what an obituary that would make. I decided that I'd like to cum that way some time with his heavy sac in my face. "What was like that Brion," Zaki asked me. I suggested that he only way to find out was to try it. He asked Kyte if it was okay and the heavily hung boy said, "You don't have to ask Zaki, that's what we're all here for." The Arab boy got up and walked over, his cock bobbing, a hand cupping his smooth hairless balls, dropped down underneath the black rack and did as I had. He raised his face until the heavy sac of nuts rested on his face then Kyte began to jack off again, pulling his hand up higher before letting it almost drop. Zaki stayed there for half dozen or more strokes before moving out from underneath Kyte. "That was interesting," he said adding, "and a really strong smell of balls." Kyte laughed at that then asked if that was a good thing or a bad thing. The young Arab boy seemed to think about that for a moment then said, "It was kind of nice. I mean, I like the smell of my own balls but it was just different smelling another boys' is all. Arun added to the conversation saying he thought most boys liked the smell of their balls, or at least didn't mind it. I agreed with pretty Thai boy. That being said we all went back to jacking off and like me the boys gazed around to see what the others were doing. There was some nut tugging, inner thigh clutching, a mix of thigh clutching and fingers poking at balls. There was some belly rubbing, a little nipple touching and Trask even draped a leg of the arm of his chair and reached down between his legs to run a finger back and forth across the puckered muscle of his asshole. I was glad to see that the depilatory hadn't missed the area. After doing it the cute young blonde boy put the finger to his nose and sniffed in, taking in his own scent. The move wasn't lost on Kyte who smiled to gently then closed his eyes for a moment and focused on the big black tube that filled his pink palmed hand. "Hey Kyte," Arun called out. When the boy in question raised his head Arun said, "You ever dock with another boy?" Kyte" white teeth almost blazing against his dark skin. He nodded his head. I was a little surprised that the term was used by boys from other countries although not the practice. I would guess that any 2 uncut boys left alone together naked would have tried it. Of course Zaki asked what that was while Trask said that one of his friends had done it to him. Kyte stood up and Arun stood with him and the 2 boys met in the circle and of course the rest of us stood and joined them, in close to watch, although I'd seen it done plenty of times. "You go first," Kyte said to the boy as he held his cock level with Arun's and pulled his foreskin all the way back. Arun placed the tip of his cock head against Kyte's then began pushing his foreskin forward and working it up over the black boy's cock head. It stood out pretty well. Kyte then worked a finger under the rim of his foreskin and pulled it out so that he could get another finger in then pulled it open and began maneuvering it over Arun's foreskin and his cock head. It didn't want to stay there of course. Arun encircled the shaft right about where the heads were and slid the skins back and forth a little bit. He finally let go and Kyte's foreskin started retracting immediately and Arun's shortly thereafter. "That was pretty neat," Zaki said, clutching at his rigid flesh, "Can one of you guys do that to my dick." Both uncut cuties said they could but Kyte suggested they tackle it another time. "Let's just do a circle jerk," said and got a chorus of "yeah's" so we all circled up and started the process. I always love watching a group of boys because you see a whole bunch of different techniques all at once. I imagined that it would be a hell of a learning experience for our residence virgin, Zaki. I saw boys clutch at their inner thighs; some boys play with their balls while other's tugged at their sperm factories. Without any hair there I knew that all of them would experience more sensitivity in their sacs. I saw a belly rub or two and even a little nipple play. Kyte even went so far as to wrap both hand around his baseball bat and move his hips to fuck his fists. I saw a reversed grip for a few moments and more than one corkscrew grip where you twisted your hand as it slipped back and forth over a swollen cock head. Precum was seeping like mad and moans and heavy breathing became noticeable. I figured that Zaki would be the first to cum and the adorable Arab boy proved me right less than half a minute later. "Oohhh," he moaned as he tugged hard on his smooth hairless balls and his stroke slowed. The expression on his face changed to one that appeared to be a mix of pain and pleasure but we all knew what it was. A stream of sperm shot out the end of his dick an easy 12 inches or more and landed on the tile at Trask's feet. The boy continued to pump his pride and joy and got 3 more good squirts and a lot of droplets and oozing. A fair amount of boy honey was sliding out and down over his fingers, some of it being bounced off due to his jacking his cock. "Nice job Zaki," Trask said, praising the boy who seemed to beam slightly from the attention. The remaining boys refocused their attention on the job at hand, so to speak. Moans and groan and heavy breathing continued as well as the sound of slapping flesh and the squishy sounds of foreskin being dragged back and forth over cock heads that were seeping precum. All of a sudden Arun stepped back the group and flopped down in a lounge chair and leaned back about 40 degrees. Arun's free hand was along side his inner thigh up close to his balls so that he could pull slightly at the loose sac with a couple of fingers while the rest of it moved across the back of his hand. "Oh God," he mumbled and he squirted. Now, there are squirts and there are squirts and mostly they're pretty much the same. Arun's squirt looked more like an eruption from a shaken soda bottle than a jet of sperm. The stuff sprayed out in dozen's of globlets and splattered his upper chest but also his face which was by then constricted in the rictus of an orgasm. The stuff was on his cheeks, his nose, his lips and chin. The second and third shots were much the same and left his face looking like he had a severe case of boils only they were all white. Each time he squirted his hips moved upward as if fucking and his taut flat belly constricted. His cock continued to spray his upper chest and then his belly as his balls continued to issue up their stored up juice. Zaki was almost shocked but Trask and Kyte understood the Thai boy pretty well. "You want me to cream your face too Arun," the blond beauty said and brown skinned Asian boy nodded his head. Trask straddled Arun's waist and lower belly getting in as close as he could. He stroked his cock roughly, his free hand between his legs cupping his nuts and possible poking at his puckered little asshole. "Here you go baby boy," Trask said. I thought the moniker was a nice touch. Trask's cock head was only about 4 inches from Arun's smooth face and the first jet of cum hit alongside his nose at the inner crease of his right eye. Arun's eyes were closed and he flinched visibly as the glob of warm sperm hit him and draped down alongside his nose and onto his upper lip. Trask's second stream went a little higher and more above the left eyes, down over the lid and lashes and onto his upper cheek. The third one went just under his nose and left a long white streak of jizz down over his lips and onto his chin and hanging in the air. Trask seemed to be aware that the shooting was probably over and the rest would be oozing albeit a lot of oozing. He moved in closer and put his cock head against Arun's lips and as his sperm oozed out he drug his sperm leaking cock head back and forth across the Thai boys' pink tinged kissing machines. Arun opened his mouth slightly which caused the stuff to string between his up and lower lips and Trask put the very tip inside so that the next large glob oozed onto the Thai boys' tongue. He pressed inward and Arun took the oozing flesh into his mouth and suckled gently as if savoring the nectar of the Gods that boy sperm certainly was. Trask's balls finally ran out of liquid for the time being and he stepped away to be followed quickly by Kyte. Standing in the same manner that Trask had, the darkest of the boys told Arun to reach up and tug on his heavy black balls. Arun, his eyes still closed, did as Kyte asked and cupped the sac which all but overflowed in his hand. I still couldn't believe how long his sac was. "Use both hands Arun and tug hard on them, squeeze my balls too," Kyte said. I detected a change in the boys' voice to something more husky than I'd heard before. Kyte jacked off mostly on the top portion of his snake like dick and used a twisting motion as he slid over the fat pink-ish head. I watched his face as it contorted and relaxed in accordance with the spikes and drops of feeling that was ripping through his ebony body. The kid really was magnificent and I toyed with the idea of keeping him at my side for a few years, maybe even getting him trained him to be a body guard. I didn't spend time in bed with adults but I thought I could manage Kyte for awhile besides, watching him fuck younger boys would be fun. "I'm almost there," he panted, "keep your eyes close Arun." It sounded like a dire warning, like the boy would turn into a pillar of shit or something if he did open them. "Tug and squeeze Arun, harder." Kyte's cock was only an inch from the Thai boys' eye when the first gusher hit and when I say gusher I mean exactly that. Kyte's sperm was way more watery than cum generally was and maybe it had to be because of the volume of liquid the boys' big black nuts and prostate produced. There was a quarter cup of the stuff that hit the eye lid and ran down it, onto his cheek, found the crevice along side his nose and ran down over his lips and onto his chin and dripped down onto his body. It was like someone poured water on the kid. Kyte quickly changed the angle of his python and the next gusher hit on Arun's hairline and poured down over his face like a cup of half and half. The third gusher was more at Arun's temple and with nothing to obstruct it the liquid ran fast down the side of his face, onto his jaw and off onto his shoulder and down his chest. I could hear sounds of surprise and awe from the other 2 boys as they witnessed something they'd not only never seen before but probably had never even know could exist in their world. Kyte quickly put his hand on the back of Arun's head and pulled it forward and the last big gusher went onto the boys' head and quickly ran forward and cascaded like a waterfall down over his eyebrows and along both sides of his nose, continuing on in the same manner that the other squirts had. Kyte continue to jack off and his cock continue to erupt in a watery but viscous liquid that he directed to the very few and very small spots on the Thai boys' face that weren't already covered in cooling boy sperm. The black hose finally slowed to an oozing mode and Kyte rubbed it back and forth on Arun's face to make sure the boy got it all. As he was finished I stood along side the chair and got in close and started shooting streams of the stuff onto the side of Arun's head. Like the boys had done, I also restrained from jacking off for almost a week so had a fair amount of built up pressure. My body didn't disappoint. After a couple of jets into his hair I aimed downward to the side of his cheek and unloaded there. My sperm ran quickly downward and began dripping off onto his shoulder and breast. "Zaki," I said, "run into my bathroom and bring back the hand mirror please." The cute young thing ran off and I yelled after him to get a towel as well. As he came back I stepped back away from Arun after making sure that I deposited every last drop of my sperm on his smooth brown face. Zaki came over, his still hard cock bobbing and weaving in the air, and stood before Arun. "Hold still Arun, I want to clear your eyes a little bit," I said and went about doing just that. When done I told him to go ahead and open them, which he did, and Zaki handed him the mirror. His first expression was shock, his second one approval accompanied by a wide grin. There really wasn't any area on his face larger than a pin head that was free of cum. The fucking stuff was everywhere from the top of his head to his nipples like running candle wax. "Fucking incredible," he said in a tone of voice that verified the words. "I never seen anything like that before," Zaki said, which of course we all pretty much knew. Trask said he hadn't either but then he'd never seen any boy that made as much sperm as Kyte did. I was right there with him. I thought the black boy might have blushed at all the attention but I couldn't really tell. I took the towel and gently cleaned the Thai boys' face and chest. When I was done I said, "So, shall we shower and play or swim then shower and play?" The boys all opted for swimming and I guessed that most, if not all of them, had never been in a swimming pool before. "Then let's swim."