Date: Sat, 05 May 2007 19:33:57 -0400 (EDT) From: Herb Cat Subject: Rip Folder: Around the World 5 Brussels Around the World 5 Brussels Copyright 2007 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission. Please note: this story depicts oral and anal sex between male adults and male minors. If this offends you or is illegal to publish in your jurisdiction, or you are under the age of 18, read no further. The characters, locations and incidents in this story are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. As an author, I welcome feedback on my writing. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you. ----- "Hey, look at that sign, Mama." It was early afternoon and Malcolm was driving down the main street in Brussels. "Which sign, Pepito?" "Dat one dere! It says, 'Hotel Amigo.' That's Spanish. Malgum, can we stay there?" "Well, that is a strange name for a hotel here in Brussels. You have good eyes, little one. Sure, let's stop and see what it's like." "Yippee!" The Amigo, with almost 200 rooms, was much larger than the tiny hotel in Paris. But again Malcolm was able to get one of the few suites. and again they had a beautiful view overlooking the city. Maria thought it might be too expensive. But Malcolm assured her it would be worth every penny; and anyway, Pepito was young enough to stay free. Consulting his guide books, Malcolm realized the hotel was located near many historic sites, great restaurants, and galleries. The stylish old building had been updated with modern fixtures in each room, a fitness center, and internet access. So they got settled and went to scout out the city. Malcolm headed his "family" west into the Parc de Bruxelles. "Mama, loogit dose big people dere." As the four of them gaped, two ten foot giants came walking up, a man and a woman. "Bon jour," said the lady giant. "Mama, she's talging to us. Bone shure, Madam Giant! Bone shure, Mone shure Giant!" The man in the lady costume laughed and started to walk on, but Malcolm insisted on getting a picture of them with the two boys. Beyond the park, Malcolm then led them down a few narrow winding streets, and after a few blocks, announced, "It's time for a quiz, boys." "Shit, like school?" "Yup. You boys don't want to fall behind, do you? OK, Pepito who conquered Paris over 2000 years ago?" "It was Julius Caesar. I lige dat guy." "I know you do. And after France, he conquered Brussels too. I think he's your hero. Question 2. Do you remember that statue we saw in Trafalgar Square?" "Yeah, he was way, way up on top of dat tall golumn. But I doan member his name, Señor Malgum. Do you, Juan?" "Wait, gimme a minute. I'm thinking. Yeah, Nelson. That was it. He was a sailor or something. He was a hero." "That's right. OK, last question. Do you remember the statue we saw in Les Invalides." "Shit, that's easy. It was Napoleon." "Bony part!" Pepito giggled. "He was a big hero for France." "Yes, well Brussels has a hero also. And they have a statue of him." "Really, where. let's go see it." "Right over there, boys." Malcolm pointed to Mannekin Pis. Pepito was the first to giggle. "He's nay-ged and he's pissing!" Then everyone laughed with him. Malcolm explained how the little boy saved the city. "Back in the 1300s, some enemies were going to destroy Brussels. They put down some explosives and lit the fuse and then ran off. But this little boy peed on the fuse and put it out!" "Wow, that's super cool. I'm going to write that in my blog. Imagine, a boy who pisses is a hero, just like Napoleon!" "I can do dat!" Pepito said, pretending he was going to open his zipper. "You leave that inside your pants, Niño. You can take it out later when we get inside our hotel room. Señor Malcolm will want to see it then." "I sure will, Pepito." "Hehe, Oh gay." "Who's hungry for supper?" Malcolm took them into a restaurant nearby. "This menu is all in French. What's this first thing, Lapin à la Gueuze?" "That's rabbit meat served in beer." "Ughh." "The next one is beef in beer." "Shit, do they put all their food in beer?" "Maybe you'd like some poisson frit et frites." "Poison?" "No, it's not poison, hehe. Actually, it's fish and chips." "Now, you're talking my language, Malcolm." .oOo. "Mmmmm. That was delicious, Malgum." Maria looked across the table. "The portions were so big. I couldn't finish mine." "I liked the dessert," said Juan, "ice cream with chocolate sauce." "Me too." "Well, boys, you better be getting back to the hotel before the Kludde gets you." "What's the Kludde?" "He comes out at sunrise and sunset. And he attacks anyone he sees walking around." Juan smiled. "Yeah, right, what does he look like?" "Sometimes like a huge black dog that walks on two legs. Sometimes like a snake that swings through the trees. And sometimes he's a big hairy black cat or a black bird. Either way, you can't hope to outrun him. But if you listen real carefully, you can hear his chains rattling." Even Pepito knew Malcolm was kidding. But he played along. "Ooooo, let's run back. Quick, the Kludde is gonna get us." Out on the street, Juan took Maria's hand and practically pulled her through the streets. Malcolm threw Pepito up on his shoulders and trotted along. At one point, he surreptitiously took out his car keys and began rattling them. "The chain, the chain. I hear the Kludde!!" By the time they reached their room, all four were laughing and out of breath. When they got inside, they discovered someone had come in and turned down their beds. And one each pillow was a piece of chocolate. "Belgium is famous for chocolate, boys. There are over 2,000 chocolate shops." "Wow, I lige dis guntry." Pepito took off his clothes and sat naked on the pillow eating his chocolate. He warned Oso not to go outside. "The glood will get you." .oOo. The next morning, Juan again woke Malcolm up with a blow job, and then laid on his back, legs up, for a morning "coup." He hugged Rascal tight while Malcolm pumped his ass full of "jus." Exuberant sounds of pleasure woke both Pepito and Maria. Malcolm had barely pulled his dick out of the little boy when he announced, "Come on, everybody, get washed and dressed. We're going out for breakfast." "Yippee!!" Just down the street from the Amigo was a small café where the boys saw a chef making waffles right in the window. "Come on, Malcolm, let's eat there." They quickly discovered there were countless toppings to choose from. "I want to try them all!!" Maria spoke up, "Do you boys know Belgium is famous for its waffles?" "Waffles and chog-lit too? Let's move here, Mama." Well fed, they headed for La Mini Europe. Here, they saw models of famous buildings from all over Europe. Standing next to them, the boys looked like the giants they had seen in the park. Some of them they had already seen the real ones like Big Ben in London, the Eiffel tower in Paris. and the Grand-Place here in Brussels. Malcolm joked, "we could have come here first and saved ourselves a lot of traveling." Other buildings were places they might see later like the Berlin Wall, and St. Peters in Rome. Malcolm took out his Maybe list. They headed back to the Amigo and ate lunch in one of the restaurants there. They discovered there was a special chef just for the children. As they ate their chocolate desserts, the waiter asked if the boys would like to go to VIKIDS after lunch. He explained that the hotel offers a program every afternoon just for kids. They'd be well-supervised and were sure to have fun. Malcolm and Maria saw no reason why not. Maria said she could visit the little antique shops nearby. Malcolm was going up to the room to go online and send out some overdue emails. They agreed on a time to all meet back together. In a couple hours, Malcolm heard a knock on the door. It was Maria and the boys. "Loogit what I made in Vigids, Malgum." He showed him a picture of the "Klood." Juan added, "They showed us a funny movie all about the Klutte, and they gave us stuff, and we met other kids, and it was fun. Can we go again?" "Well, I have something to show you also," Maria said, opening her bag, to show a very fragile little teacup. "Wow, that's pretty, Mama." "The concierge said he'd help me pack it up so we can FedEx it back home to Tony. I think it would be safer than carrying it around the world." Maria wanted to rest a while before supper, and Malcolm decided to send an email to Tony. The two boys went in the bedroom and closed the door. Malcolm shook his head thinking, "There they go again. I wonder what they're always doing in there?" .oOo. Over the next few days, Malcolm made sure the boys got their lessons in science and culture by taking them to the Musée des enfants, the Institut royal des sciences, and the Musées royaux d'art et d'histoire naturelles. The boys loved Le Planétarium. "Isn't this a lovely city, Señor Malcolm?" They had been spending the day relaxing in the Parc Tenbosch. The hotel had prepared a picnic for them to bring, and now having eaten lunch the boys were playing on the playground while the two adults just sat and soaked in the rays of a unusually warm October sun. "It sure is, Maria. But for me the loveliest part is being here with you and the boys." Just then, they heard Pepito shout out, "Hey, Patty, over here!" A boy on the other side of the playground heard and came running. "I wonder who that boy is, Maria." "Juan and Pepito are always making new friends wherever they go. It's wonderful to see them so happy." In a few minutes, Juan left Pepito and his new friend and joined his mother. "That's Patty. Well, Pasquale, really. He's Pepito's friend from VIKIDS. He's an Italian stallion." "He's a what?" "Hehe, Mama, that means he has a big dick, at least for a seven-year old." "And how do you know that?" "We went in the bathroom in the hotel and he showed us. It's about as big as mine." Malcolm listened, shook his head, and smiled. "Don't worry, Maria, all guys like to do that. We take out our penises and see how we measure up. Hehe." Pepito and Pasquale came running over followed by a handsome hunk in his early thirties. "Scusami. You must be Pepito's parents. I wanted to meet you because my Pasquale is so happy he has a friend here. My name is Vinny." "Come, sit down with us. Would you like some wine? The hotel packed much more than we could drink." "Ah, si, I am Italian. I never turn down some vino. That's why they call me Vinny." Juan couldn't wait any longer to ask, "Mr. Vinny, do you got a big cock too? Like Patty?" "Juan!!! Where are your manners. You can't ask a man that, son. ¡perdón! I'm sorry. Please forgive us." Vinny and Malcolm were laughing. "No, no, Signora. It's OK. I like a boy who has coglione. Ha ha. Son, let's just say they don't call me the Italian stallion for nothing." "You see, Mama?" The boys ran back to the playground, while the adults talked and became friends themselves. Vincenzo was a widower, raising his boy by himself. They lived in a villa outside Rome, but he often had to travel on business, and frequently took his son along. When he learned about their round the world adventure, he insisted they stay at his villa when they got to Italy. .oOo. One afternoon, when they got back to the hotel, the manager said a package had been delivered for Madame. He had it sent up to the room. "What in the world? Why is someone sending me a package? Here in Brussels?" They hurried to the elevator, and the two boys kept trying to stifle their giggles. But it's hard when you're only 6 or 11 and your brother is beside you trying not to giggle also. Malcolm managed to maintain a poker face. In the room, Maria saw the box. "It's from Monsieur Pierre. Now why in the . . ." She began removing the wrapping paper. "¡Dios mío!" As she opened the box, her eyes began welling up with happy tears. "It's the dress. The gown. With the beautiful red roses. Pedro's roses." Maria sat down clutching her new dress. "Did you boys know about this? Of course, you did, that's why you were giggling!" "Put it on, Mama, we want to see you in it." "Señor Malcolm. Gracias. I know this was your doing." "Actually, it was all Ricky's idea. But please, do put it on Maria. I want to see it also." Maria went into the bedroom and closed the door. The three men waited anxiously for the door to reopen, and when it did they were stunned to see a beautiful lady standing there. "Mama, you look so pretty!" "¡Hermosa!" "Belle, tres belle!" "When we get home, I will need to buy shoes and a purse to go with it. I can't wait to wear it." "Then you shouldn't have to, Señora. I'm going to take you out tonight." "You're going to go on a date with Mama, Malcolm?" "Oui." "Hehe, super cool." "There's a store downstairs that has shoes and purses, Maria. And the VIKIDS program offers a gardien d'enfants." "What's dat?" "I think he means a baby-sitter, Pepito." "Juan, you are certainly learning a lot of French." "I ain't no infant." Pepito complained. "Don't worry, Mama. You go and have fun with Malcolm. We'll be good for the gardien d'enfants. We want you to be happy. .oOo. That evening, having found the perfect shoes and purse to go with her lovely gown, Maria set out with her handsome escort. First they had dinner at the hotel where they took advantage of the dance floor. "You dance very well, Señor Malcolm." In her mind, she wondered when he ever learned to dance with a woman. "Now, it's time for a show, Maria." Malcolm hailed a cab, "Rue du Jardin des Olives 10 - 1000, s'il vous plaît, chauffeur." In a few minutes they disembarked at Le Coucou Bar. "Oh, Señor, a real nightclub. I'm so excited." They took their seats inside and Malcolm ordered Maria's favorite cocktail, and for himself a club soda. Though he never drank himself, he knew precisely what Maria preferred. He gave the waitress a generous tip. The lights dimmed and the show began. "Malcolm, the showgirls are so beautiful in their fancy costumes." Seeing the lovely ladies on stage, Maria was not surprised that the audience was predominantly male. She laughed at the show. She didn't need to know French to enjoy it. The soloists sang beautifully. The dancers were graceful. The strippers were, well, enticing, though Maria knew Malcolm was not tempted. There were even some famous celebrities on stage. She recognized Tina Turner and Cher. Gradually, however, she began to realize that all the performers were rather tall women. With good strong physiques. Suddenly, after the final number, the entire company stood on stage and took off their wigs. "¡Ave Maria! S! eñor, they are masculino. Hehehe, you tricked me." "Did they really fool you?" "Si, they are all so beautiful. Hermosa." "Yes but, Maria, you are the loveliest lady here tonight." "Gracias, Malcolm, Merci. I had a wonderful evening." Back at the hotel, the gardien d'enfants had put the boys to bed. She was now reading in the living room area of the suite and peeking in on them periodically. They had slipped off their pjs but stayed under the sheet so she wouldn't know. Hugging Oso, Pepito whispered, "Psst, Juan, are you asleep?" "No." "Do you think Malgum is going to fug Mama? "Nah, I don't think so." "Good." "Why do say good?" "Cause I want Malgum to sleep with us. It's better that way." "OK, good night, Pepito." Pepito was quiet a while. Then, "Psst, Juan, are you asleep?" "No." "Does it hurt?" "Does what hurt?" "When Malgum fucks you, does it hurt?" "Not really. It feels good." Again the boys were quiet a while. "Do you want Malcolm to fuck you some time like he fucks me." "Yeah." "OK, good night, Pepito." .oOo. They were walking out of yet another chocolate shop, when Juan told Malcolm he needed to pee. "Well, you can't do it like Mannekin Pis. Let's see. Look, there's a public toilet. We'll wait here for you." "Now don't talk to strangers," Maria warned him as he went scampering off. Then turning to Malcolm, "Not that that's going to do any good. He's always making friends with new people." "Yes, Juan is a social magnet." When he came out, sure enough, he was talking to a teenage boy, who was writing something down. Malcolm didn't understand why the boy looked oddly familiar. Juan came running back, all smiles. "Look, look, he gave me his autograph." "Who did? Who was that boy?" "Malcolm knows who he is, don't you? That's Karel Jirka." Pepito, confused, said, "Garol is a girl's name." "No, no, where he comes from lots of boys are named Karel. He's a movie star. Last summer, Malcolm and me watched one of his movies, 'Czech it Out.'" (The porn star. Of course. Now Malcolm remembered.) "I thought it was him when I seen him in there. And hehe when he pulled out his pecker to pee, then I knew for sure. And guess what?" "What, Juan?" "He's making a movie right here. It's called 'Young Muscles in Brussels.' They're using the apartment right over that chocolate store. And Karel said we can come there tomorrow and watch them make it. Can we please, please, Mama? Malcolm? I never seen anyone make a movie before." Malcolm wasn't sure if they would really be welcome on the set, but Juan seemed so excited. Pepito asked him to tell him about 'Czech it Out'. Oddly, even Maria was curious. So the next morning, after their usual waffle breakfast, they climbed up the stairs and knocked on the apartment door. A man opened the door; he was wearing a t shirt and jeans and had earphones on his head. He nodded for them to get inside, and continued about his business. The small apartment must have had thirty people, both men and women. Technicians, cameramen, makeup artists, directors. Probably someone here was a grip, whatever that job is, and a best boy. "Hey, Juan, there you are." It was Karel. He had a white robe on. "I didn't know if you'd make it. And you brought the family, great. Hi, my name is Karel. At least that's the name BelAmi uses for me." "I know. I'm Malcolm. I saw you in 'Czech it Out.' You were really impressive." "Thanks. I hope I gave you a good wank. I was so surprised yesterday when Juan recognized me. Usually it's old men who ask for my autograph. Oh, sorry, no offense, Malcolm." "None taken. Yes, Juan likes watching porn movies with me. Oh, Karel, this is Juan's mother Maria and this is his brother Pepito." "Good to meet you. Well, I'm not too surprised he likes to watch porn. I started watching it when my brother got into the movies three years ago. I was only thirteen." (Juan did the math). "Is your brother still in porn?" "He's too old for BelAmi now. But he hopes to find another studio soon. I hope I can stay with BelAmi a while. It's a great business. Oh, they're calling me on the set. Gotta go." Karel dropped his robe and nonchalantly walked bare-assed over to the bed. A gruff man came over, "Usually we don't allow no one on the set under 18. But Karel said you were his friends, and your parents are both here, so we're making an exception. Just make sure you don't make any noise when we're filming." Juan whispered to Malcolm, "but Karel is under 18." "I know, but he isn't supposed to be." "Why, is 18 the age of consent here?" "No, it's 16 here. But to sell porn movies, especially in America, all the actors are supposed to be 18. Now promise not to say anything, or you can flush his career right down the toilet." Malcolm, Juan and Maria stood along one wall. Pepito sat up on Malcolm's shoulder so he could see over all the people and equipment. A lady was putting makeup on Karel's face, another lady was oiling his body, and a man was sucking his cock (fluffing it, Malcolm explained in a whisper.) Then, another naked boy joined him, and started joking and laughing with Karel, while he got the makeup and fluffer. "OK, Lights, Camera, . . ." Everyone in the room got quiet. Karel and his costar got serious. ". . . and action." From his perch high above Malcolm, Pepito watched the two porn stars fuck away as cameras zoomed in close on their genitals. The only dialogue was loud moaning and screaming. ". . . and cut." One man toweled off both boys' cocks and another man put more oil on them. The fluffer offered his services, but Karel called Juan over. "Would you like to fluff my dick?" "Wow, really? Yeah, sure." Juan knelt down and nervously but expertly sucked the star's cock back up to its full length, as his family watched with pride. "OK, we're ready, quiet on the set. Lights. Camera. . ." For the next two hours, Juan and his family watched the filming of a real porn movie scene. Between takes, Juan helped in the way he knew best, fluffing first his hero Karel, and eventually his co-star as well. The paid fluffer started helping the lighting engineer. Malcolm of course knew that all these takes would be seamlessly edited together to give the impression of two horny teenagers whose cocks never went limp. When the shooting was over, Karel sat on the bed with his four new friends, not bothering to put his robe back on. They promised to buy the movie when it was finished, and Karel promised to send them an 8x10 glossy autographed. Then as an afterthought, he wrote down his address and phone number in Prague. .oOo. "I liked that hotel, Malcolm," Juan said as they drove out of Brussels, heading for Amsterdam. "Well, Juan, Pepito, what will you remember about Belgium? "The choglits!" Pepito shouted immediately. "The pissing boy!" added Juan. "The waffles. Hmmmm. Hmmmm." "They speak French." "But our hotel had a Spanish name." "They use Euros." "They gots lots of churches." "And the age of consent is 16." (Again Marie smiled at this discussion.) "And I fuckin will never forget the taste of Karel's sweet dick, hehehe." Malcolm said, "That fluffer looked worried. He thought he'd be out of a job." "That looged lige fun," Pepito said. "When I get big, dat's what I want to be. A fluffer." "Hehe, then you should start taking lessons from Juan here." When Malcolm said this, Juan winked at his brother and they both grinned.