Date: Mon, 25 Nov 2002 23:10:10 +0000
From: Alfie Forever <beanderful@hotmail.com>
Subject: Toff, Chapter Three

Toff, Chapter 3

The following story is a complete total fiction. Any
relationship to persons living or dead is purely accidental
and unintended.

This story depicts sexual acts between people of the same
sex (male), one of whom is under age.  If you find this
concept distasteful, if it is
illegal where you live, or if you are underage, please stop
reading now.

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who know who they are and have my undying thanks.  I am
especially grateful to Mikey and Julius, who are undergoing
very difficult times.  My thoughts are with you boys, and I
wish you peace.

This chapter is dedicated to Allan.  He has been my friend
for nearly two years, and in the last year of my sabbatical
from writing he has encouraged me endlessly.  I thank him
much.

In addition, I wish to thank every boy online that I know.
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William, Bryan, Collin and all those I don't even remember.
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and if you see this, please get in touch.

Henry James wrote of a "kernel" from which a story grows.
In particular, he speaks of a kernel of experience, as if
every story must once have been a tiny bit of life.  It is
true of this story as well.  On the first day of January
2000 I was on a flight home to America from Turkey and
across the aisle from a beautiful boy who was traveling
alone.  We exchanged perhaps 20 words the whole flight, but
he captivated me all the same, and over the Atlantic I had
vivid dreams of this dark-haired boy of the thoroughly
contemporary look.  He reminded me facially of the poet
Diane Wakoski from a poster for a poetry reading from the
mid-60's.  She wore "Edith Head" glasses and was drawing a
bead down the barrel of a revolver, but the revolver held a
white rose.  Yes, that is the kernel from whence comes Toff,
a boy I dreamed of nearly two years ago.  I wish him well.

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www.boybliss.net, and am a frequent visitor there.  You may
reach me at beanderful@hotmail.com.

Toff, Chapter 3


I woke in the middle of the night to a strange bed and I was
hot and I needed to piss and it felt like an army had just
trooped through my mouth.  I was hung over and my dick was
raging with a piss hard-on, and I was on my back, breathing
shallowly, with Toff nestled into my shoulder.  I looked to
my right to the nightstand.  3:00.  Well, at least I didn't
have my dick snug up against his back poking him.  As the
fog lifted, and I prepared myself to move Toff aside so I
could rise and head to the bathroom, I noticed he was poking
me with his dick.  Hell, he was even breathing hard into my
armpit.  Toff was going to regret that, I thought, as I took
a sniff of my other armpit.

Slowly I untwisted Toff from around me and settled him
facing away from me.  He didn't rouse from his sleep right
away.  His short, dark hair was tousled, making him look
younger in the moonlight, but his lips were still those of
the enchanting boy I had just met, full and inviting, redder
than they should have a right to be.  As I watched, his lips
moved as though wanting to taste something.  They drew back
and forth against each other, and then he coughed, sighed
and turned around towards me.  All he grabbed was empty air
as I had already moved.  I was surprised, but it seemed like
he wanted to hold me, even in his sleep.  And all of a
sudden he wasn't asleep.

His voice cracked but was still as high pitched as before as
he looked at me and began.  "Flip, what are you up for?"

"Oh, Toff, I'm going to the bathroom.  First I had to peel
you off me."  I stood to get up.  "Are you missing your
teddy bear or something?"

I turned but noticed before I went that Toff was smiling at
my teasing, and that he was also getting up.  No sooner was
I settled above the toilet bowl ready to let fly than he
came up behind me.

"Scoot over, Flip, and don't be such a hog!"  Toff was
clearly comfortable now, at least with the verbal repartee,
and with the nudity as well.  As we stood there pissing
beside each other I stole a glance.  Not only was he
comfortable with the nudity (I knew that when it was his
choice to slip into bed naked) but he was getting a little
more comfortable when he had an erection.  Yeah, his was
halfway there, and mine was halfway receding, though looking
as his little stiffy was beginning to have an effect on
mine.  Only the need to urinate was keeping it from
saluting.

"Hmm, it looks like you're not so shy about that little
stiffy at 3:00 in the morning, Toff."  Maybe 3:00 am wasn't
the best time for teasing, but I thought I'd give it a
whirl.

"It's not all the way hard, Flip, not like yours is.
Besides, we're both boys."  Then he looked up at me and
winked, missing the bowl for a second while he did it.  "And
you said you liked looking at it, so I figure I could do
stuff you liked once in a while."  He finished at that
point, shook his penis over the bowl, and then without
waiting for me headed back to the bed, as if he'd gotten the
best of me.  I grabbed some toilet paper and followed.

He was already in bed and covered when I got there, so I
just crawled in and as I settled in I kissed him on the
forehead.

"You know, there's lots of people who like looking at a
handsome naked boy.  That includes girls.  But let me tell
you something, not one of them will want to touch your dick
if you're peeing that way all the time."  I was serious as I
spoke.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, Toff, did you see me peel back the skin of mine
before peeing, then shake before pushing it forward again?
That's so I don't trap too much pee in there.  Go ahead -
take this toilet paper, pull back the skin on yours, and
then see how much pee the toilet paper soaks up."  I held
the toilet paper out for him and he hesitated a moment, but
then he pushed back the sheet and took the toilet paper from
me.  Just as he was grabbing his penis, now soft, and was
retracting the foreskin he looked up at me.

"What are you going to do, Flip?  Watch?"  He stuck his
tongue out at me, so I knew he wasn't mad, so I nodded and
winked.  He went back to work, and I waited to see what
happened.

His penis was just a nubbin now, perhaps an inch and a half
long.  Clearly this was only erotically interesting to me.
But he wasn't having much trouble, even though it was so
small.  Slowly he took hold of the skin over the head of his
penis with two fingers of his left hand, while his right
hand held the toilet paper.  Then he drew it back and
immediately stuck the toilet paper over the head, obscuring
it from my view.  It wasn't much more than a second before
he looked up at me.

"Eeewwww!  It soaked through already!"  He made quite a
delightful face at that, and then he wiped everything and
got up and headed to the bathroom.  I just crawled into the
bed to wait for him.

He came back in moments after I heard a flush, and made a
show of leaping up into the bed, perching for a moment on
all fours right in front of me before getting in.  I stole a
peek at his little danglies, and then he was under the
covers.

"Toff, if you don't hold back the foreskin every time, that
stuff will dry in there.  Can you imagine what someone else
would say if they saw it all dried up?"

"Well, Flip, my Mom taught me how to wash it when I was five
or six, I just didn't know that I had to take care of it
when I peed, too.  I mean, it's not like I have a Dad who
can teach me.  My Dad's doesn't even look like mine.  You're
the first person I ever saw who wasn't circumcised."

"That's why I told you, Toff.  I want to make sure you're
clean down there, for whoever your first love is who you
share it with.  Hey, now let's get some more sleep.  Badr
`the alarm clock' is due here in just a few hours, and I'm
still in need of some sleep."  I settled in on my back and
waited for a second.

"So, Toff, are you going to sleep like you were earlier?"

"What do you mean?"  I looked over and his face showed real
concern.

"When I woke up, you were wrapped around me like I was a
tiny life raft in a raging sea.  Let's see, your one arm was
around my right shoulder, your right arm had hold of my
right arm, your left leg was digging into my crotch, and
your head was on my shoulder here, with your nose buried
into my armpit.  It can't have been because you like armpit
smells, Toff.  Take a whiff."  I lifted my arm up and leaned
towards him.

He DID sniff, and he DID scrunch up his nose at it.  "Are
you kidding me?  I was sniffing that in my sleep?  Gross!"

"Yeah, Toff, when I got up to go pee I had to peel you off
of me!  I'll bet your breath smells like my armpit.  So, are
you going to sleep like that now?"  I winked at him, and I'm
sure he could hardly see it in the dark.

"I don't think so, Flip.  I mean, I was asleep.  I got an
excuse!  It's not like I chose to do it.  Maybe I just
needed to be warm, and you are some kind of heater or
something."  Toff giggled a little when he said it, but I
could tell he was a little puzzled at why he cuddled up like
that in the middle of the night.  He also cupped his hand in
front of his mouth, exhaled, and wrinkled his nose at the
smell.  I chuckled softly to myself.

"Toff, if you were cold, why did you get in the bed naked?
I had an excuse after all.  I was so drunk and tired I had
to be undressed by an eleven year old boy.  But you could
have bundled up on the couch or slept in clothes or
something."  I wasn't sure where I was going with this, but
it seemed important we find out what was going on between
us, though who knows what that was and why?  It was illegal
to fool around with a minor, and though we hadn't yet, in
the United States if someone caught the two of us naked in
bed together, especially with him entwined around me, they'd
say something, that's for sure.

"Uh, Flip, I got in the bed because Anissa said we could
share, and I got in naked for two reasons.  First, I sleep
naked all the time, and second, you were already naked, so I
figured why not.  It's not like you were going to molest me.
In fact, if I slept like that I guess I was the one doing
the molesting, right?"  Amazing.  Toff's face went from
serious to playful in the short speech, but he still seemed
uncertain.

"Toff, I'm glad you know I wouldn't molest you, but if
people saw us together naked in the same bed they sure would
raise their eyebrows.  And we've both seen each other's
erections, and I even touched yours.  I know you'd never
tell, but what do you think of that?"  Perhaps this was too
deep now that it was nearly 3:30 in the morning, but he
headed the conversation that way, and we had to talk about
it sooner or later.

"Flip, you won't molest me, and I won't tell anything about
anything.  And I might even ask you to touch it again, you
know."  The twinkle had returned to his eyes, but then he
got to pondering.  "I think playing around like that is part
of what Carredeh special friends do, you know."  He was
hesitant, as if saying something he wasn't sure I was ready
to hear.  And I was a bit shocked he had figured that out,
though I was beginning to think along the same lines about
`special friends' in Carredeh.

"What makes you think that, Toff?"

"Well, it's kind of the way people are looking at us when
they call us special friends.  I can't come up with any
evidence or anything, but it's like they already think we're
doing sex stuff."  By this time Toff was idly playing with
the hair on my chest, and he was very serious as we talked.

"I guess I've been catching that stuff too, Toff."  And then
he interrupted me.

"Then why did you ask?  You're supposed to be my friend, and
I've been wondering what's been going on and kind of worried
and everything.  I'm not scared of you, but I am scared of
what everyone thinks, you know.  Remember, I was tied up and
pissed on yesterday, and that was because of what they
thought."  Toff was mad.  And he was mad at me.  I couldn't
believe how it hurt me that he was.

"Toff, give me a moment, will you?"  I put my hand on his
head and tousled his hair while I thought.  What to say?  I
guess what I said was going to determine where we were going
on as friends, as special friends, or maybe as much more.
But we both needed to do so with eyes wide open, and he
needed to be the one to call the shots.

"Toff, this is completely new to me.  I once played around
with other boys when I was a boy, but as a man I knew it was
very dangerous.  I just never thought about it until I saw
you.  You're beautiful, you know.  And you're smart and
playful and I love your smile.  I could get lost in your
eyes.  The last twelve hours have been a whirlwind.  I never
thought in my life I'd have a relationship with a boy, and
here I am naked in bed with a boy and I've got a whole week
to get acquainted with him.  Hey, I even think that gorgeous
boy loves me.  I'm lost in some ways."  Toff moved his lips
as if he was going to speak, and I put a finger to his lips.

"No, don't speak, Toff, let me work this out by talking,
ok?"  I tousled his head and hugged him, and then spoke
again.

"Toff, if being your special friend means playing around
with sex and stuff, I'm more than eager to do it.  But the
thing is that you have to be in charge with that.  As an
adult my sex drive could hurt you.  I'd never do that. . ."
And then Toff interrupted me.

"Flip, I know more than anything in my life you wouldn't
hurt me.  Don't worry about that, OK?  Yeah, I jumped when
you touched my dick earlier, but I'm ok now that I've had
time to think.  If I want something I'm going to ask for it.
And if I don't want something, I'll tell ya.  And finally, I
think I love you, too, but I'm not sure why at all.  I mean,
you seem like just an average guy, but you took charge when
I was in trouble and worked hard to make me feel good about
myself, and that was great, but it's not like I think you're
sexy, I don't think."

"Well, maybe I do think you're sexy deep down, or at least I
think you're always going to protect me and keep me safe.  I
mean, why else would I have my nose in your armpit?"  Toff
looked up at me with a smirk after his longest speech ever.
I had to respond, mainly because I thought we should have
ground rules.

"OK, Toff, let me put this simple so we're both on the same
page.  We love each other and we're going to be best
friends, at least for the next seven days.  When we get back
to Michigan we'll try to keep in touch too, ok?  Second, it
looks like that our love for each other is going to involve
a ton of trust.  It already does.  We're naked together and
neither of us is taking advantage.  Heck, you have to have
figured out I'm as hard as a rock, right?  And I can feel
your boner pressing on my hip.  It's time for my rule.  If
you want anything sexual to happen, you're going to have to
say so.  I'll hold you naked, and I'll admire you, but I'm
not going to touch you unless you ask.  In return, I want
you to keep what we do between us."  I tousled his hair
again, but I didn't need to look in his eyes, as we'd been
in steady eye contact for ten minutes, little brown eyes
winking at me in the dark.

"It's a deal, Flip.  Now, so I don't have to sniff your
armpit for the rest of the night, could you hold me?"  Again
I got a smirk and a wink and a hand through my chest hair.

"Roll over, Toff, and we'll spoon.  And I don't want to hear
complaints if you wake up with my boner pressed up against
your back, OK?"  I could give as good as I got, and smirked
at him and winked in return.

Toff rolled over and I wrapped my right arm around his
waist, pressing my body up next to him.  But Toff had one
more tease.

"Flip, could you feel this for a second?"  With that he
grabbed my hand and moved it to his crotch, where I fastened
onto three inches of velvet-covered steel.  I groped, I
stroked and I petted for thirty seconds, then I withdrew.

"Toff, this is about both of us.  When I give you pleasure,
I want to be there too, to watch and feel and enjoy.  Right
now I'm wasted and tired and it's now almost 4:00 am.  Let
me give you a rain check, huh?  Let's get to sleep now."  I
slipped my hand back up across his chest and pressed him
closely to me as I kissed him on the nape of the neck.  I
grinned like a fool and fell asleep swiftly.


We were jolted awake.  I didn't have time to realize my
erection was pressed into Toff's buttocks, like a hot dog in
a bun, and luckily Toff did not have time either.  We were
awakened with quite a jolt.

"Wake up!"  It was shouted at the top of his lungs, and Badr
clearly wasn't kidding.  Well, I thought it was Badr.  All
that appeared before my eyes as I squinted over Toff's head
was a set of buttocks, fingers on each cheek spreading them
wide.  I was stunned at the sight, as Badr spread them,
causing his anus to open slightly to our view.

Toff was better prepared.  "Hey Flip, is that a boy or an
orangutan?"  Then he reached up and tickled Badr's balls as
they dangled.  Badr jumped and pulled up his pants, then
turned around with a wide grin on his face.

"See, my name means both full moon and alarm clock!"  He was
getting a really good giggle out of this.

"Umm, Badr, that moon looked like it had a hole in it that
was winking at us."  By now I was awake and propped on one
arm, and Toff was beginning to sit up as well, though he
pressed back against me, as though to confirm that my
erection was there.  He turned around and smiled at me to
confirm his actions, then swung away from me with his legs
over the edge of the bed, but with the quilt still over his
lap.

Toff spoke to Badr next.  "Hey Baddie, great butt hole you
have there.  But Mr. Barker and I need privacy here for a
minute.  Is it cold out?  Why don't you go jump in the pool
and we'll be out in a couple minutes, OK?"

Badr looked a little sheepish.  "I didn't bring a suit!"

"Come on, Baddie!  You just showed off your butt, complete
with balls!  And you saw me naked yesterday.  You even
pissed on me!  Give me a break.  Besides, we'll be naked,
too.  Go on and get in the pool and give Flip a chance to
get to the bathroom!"  With that Toff jumped out of bed and
trotted over to the French doors and held them open.  If
he'd had a morning erection it was gone, and he stood by the
door as if it was a swanky French hotel and he was a
doorman, albeit a naked doorman with the body of a boy God.
His erection might have gone down, but mine raged even more
looking at him.  Badr scampered out and Toff closed the door
on him, then turned to me, his hands on his hips and his toe
tapping expectantly.

"Now you, Flip, need to go pee and get rid of that stiffy!
It's OK to be poking me in the back, but I don't want you
showing it off to Badr."  By now Toff had a stern look on
his face with just the corners of his lips turned up in a
grin.  I think I was falling for a bossy, possessive boy.

"OK, Toff, but if you keep parading in front of me this
thing may never go down."  I climbed out of bed and strolled
to the bathroom with my erection leading the way parallel to
the floor in all of its seven inch glory, and I was pleased
to see Toff's jaw drop just a little.  Then he followed.
This time we both peeled back the skin and relieved
ourselves, Toff strangely silent.

"Why so quiet, Toff?"

"Well, that's the first time I saw it.  I mean, the first
time I saw it like so big!  I guess I felt it against my
butt, but it's the first time I really saw it in the light.
It's kind of big!"  His deep brown eyes were wide as he said
it, and he stood there still holding his own penis, which
was rapidly growing to erection.

"Hey, Toff.  You know all men have bigger ones than boys.
And if you don't watch out, yours is going to be big when we
go out for a morning swim.  So stop looking.  We've got all
the time in the world to look later, ok?"  At that he shook
his penis off and then ran the shower water.

"I'll just dip into the shower here, Flip, and it'll go
down.  You come on in, too."  So he stepped into the shower
and gasped, and I did as well, knowing from his gasp that it
was set on cold.  Yeah, that did the trick all right.

Soon he was scampering out and through the bathroom.  "I'm
headed to the pool, Flip.  See you there!"

I got out more slowly, wondering just how I was going
survive without getting an erection around two lovely boys.
But I didn't have time to think, because those very boys
were expecting me.  So I strode dripping through the
bedroom, out the now open French Doors, and onto the pool
deck.  The boys were both swimming in the deep end, so I
took a breath and dove in, surfacing a moment later beside
them.

"So, boys, what do we have planned for today.  I've got
nothing scheduled until 5:00 when we meet with the men at
the coffee shop in the village.  Can you two think of
something?"  I treaded water for a second, and then was
attacked by two boys who seemed to be intent on drowning me.
I dove, one of them clinging to my shoulders, and headed
underwater to the shallow end.  As I surfaced they were both
clinging to my shoulders, having followed me on the water's
surface.

"That's not fair!"  Toff had evidently plotted with Badr to
get the big guy, but I'd foiled their plot.  "It's just
not!"  He sputtered in front of me, the water cascading from
his dark locks, and Badr was next to him, the water taming
his hair for the first time I'd seen him.  Toff floated into
me and it became pretty clear that a fairly cold pool wasn't
enough to keep an eleven year old down for long.  I was glad
I was in my thirties.  My penis was not near so rampant, and
couldn't possibly be.

They were both giggling, but I really needed to get some
breakfast in me, and then I wanted to go scouting for a
place to scatter Minnie's ashes.  Still, a little play in
the pool was OK.  I slipped my right hand down and gave
Toff's penis a quick tug.

I shouted, "Dick tag, you're it!"  Then I ducked under the
water again and swam to the deep end of the pool, surfacing
by holding onto the side.  I looked back and Toff was
chasing Badr down.  I could barely hear, but he was
explaining the rules of where you had to be tagged in the
game, and Badr was smiling wide.

I watched them for a bit, and they tagged each other a
couple times, getting into the deeper water as they
progressed, and it dawned on me that they were plotting to
corner me here in the deep end.  I took a deep breath while
they were occupied with each other and dove.  I didn't mind
getting ganged up on, but I was going to go down fighting.
And as long as they hadn't seen me, the best place to hide
for the moment was underneath them.

I kept my eyes open as I swam towards them and 6 feet under
them.  Neither boy was tall enough to kick me accidentally,
and the bonus of swimming under them meant that I could look
up and see their goodies.  And I did, turning to my back as
I swam underneath them, making sure to take note that both
were now hard, and that Badr was even tinier down there than
was Toff, though just by a little.  Badr's foot came close
to kicking me, but I got away without incident, though just
as I turned away I noticed them turn in unison towards where
I had been.  I was right - they HAD been orchestrating an
attack!

When I surfaced I heard all about it, though, and they were
rushing at me screaming and had me cornered.  I jigged one
way and jagged the other, but soon they were on me, groping
in my groin.  I just lay there a moment, letting them have
their way, but at the first sign that they were arousing me
I called it off.

"Boys, calm down!  Hey, we have to get out of here.  Hands
to yourselves, please!"  It was shallow enough at this end
so that when I backed onto the step they could sit on my
knees, which the boys proceeded to do.  Toff was a little
clingy, perhaps making sure to stake out his territory (me!)
from Badr, and both boys, butts just barely in the water,
had dicks that were saluting me proudly.

"Oh, boys, you REALLY enjoyed this game!"  I focused my
attention purposely, and they looked down at themselves and
then at each other.  They both giggled, and Badr grabbed his
and waved it about a little, as much as two and a half
inches can be waved.

"Well, they're about the same size, huh?  They both look
good enough to eat!"  Unfortunately, with that Toff gave me
a bit of a scowl.  I reacted immediately, going a bit cold
and dumping the boys off my lap.  My action was interpreted
as playful, luckily.  I climbed out of the pool while they
were busy.

"Badr, have you eaten breakfast?"

"No sir!"  He picked himself and also started to climb out
of the pool.

"Well, could you leave Toff and I alone while we get a
shower and get dressed and meet us at the house for
breakfast in thirty minutes or so?"  I looked at Toff when I
said this, and his scowl slowly receded.

Badr looked slighted a bit, but moved to get a towel from
the bathroom and then dress.

Toff came up then, didn't say anything to me except, "I'll
go start the shower, OK?"

I swatted him on the butt and smiled and nodded.

As soon as Badr had dressed, which was quick work since he
didn't evidently wear underwear, he scampered out and I made
my way to the bathroom.  Toff was getting ready to get in
the shower, and had already hung the portable sprayer on the
wall.  He still looked a little perturbed, but I'd handle
that.  I just climbed in, grabbed the shampoo and said, "Get
your head wet, Toff!"

He did, and for a couple minutes I dispassionately shampooed
and washed him up, paying no more attention to his penis and
butt than I would have to my own.  He jumped a bit as I
soaped up the crevasse of his butt, and he started to grow
as I cleaned around his foreskin, but I did nothing but
wash, though I was quite conscious of the grin on Toff's
face.  Then we switched places.

"I want to do your hair, Flip!"  Toff was relaxing after my
ministrations, and he didn't seem jealous anymore, that was
clear.

I wet my hair and bent for him to wash it, then he soaped me
over, quickly getting to the playful bits.  It was clear
Toff was interested in that part of my body, but if we were
going to play with each other, I wanted it to be in a
situation where I could take my time.  This boy surely
deserved that.

He was not clumsy as he peeled my foreskin back on what was
rapidly becoming a seven inch erection, then Toff soaped it
up and, just like I expected, he kept on soaping
rhythmically, and it was all I could do to reach out and
grab his hand.

"Toff, if you want to do that we can do it later.  Right now
we promised Badr we'd be up to breakfast in a few minutes,
ok?"  Toff released my penis reluctantly, and looked up at
me a bit sheepishly, and then I turned to rinse while he
gave my butt crack a quick soaping.

"Ew, you got hairs there, too!"  Toff giggled, then I turned
back again, now fully hard, to face him while I rinsed my
backside.

"Yeah, Toff, and you will too, someday.  No making fun of
them and I'll let you take a look later, that is if I can
see yours."  I winked and he giggled, then I turned off the
shower.

"Hey Toff, let's get dry and dressed and then I want to talk
about something for just a couple minutes, then we'll head
out, ok?"

So we did get dressed, in jeans, a shirt and a sweater - we
looked ready to take on the world.  Yeah, Toff was probably
wondering what I was going to talk about, and as I dressed I
saw him worrying about it, so I spoke up earlier than I had
wanted to.

"Toff, I noticed you getting jealous of Badr a couple times.
One time when you were both on my legs in the pool you
lashed out a bit.  Do you want to say anything?"  I was
serious, but I also worked on putting away dirty clothes and
the like, like it wasn't a huge deal or anything.

"I don't remember being jealous, Flip."

"Well, let's see, Toff.  When you guys were both sitting on
my lap and I noticed your erections I said they both looked
good enough to eat.  Do you remember that?"  I stopped with
my sweater in my hand but not over my head yet, and looked
Toff in the eye.

"Yeah, I remember."  Normally a funny and sexy comment like
that would have brought a smirk out of Toff, but this time
it didn't.

"Do you remember that right afterwards I dumped both of you
off my lap?"  I raised my eyebrows as if to encourage his
response.

"Uh huh!"  Toff wasn't showing any emotion here.

"Well, Toff, I did that because when I'd said the line about
good enough to eat you gave me a look like you were going to
bite off my head.  It was definitely a jealous look."  Toff
hung his head.  He evidently knew he'd been caught, and he
just slumped to the bed.

"Listen Toff."  I went over and knelt on the floor and
tilted his chin up with my hand until he was looking me in
the eye.  "I'm not sure if we're going too fast or if I'm
just too free with my emotions, but I want you to know this.
If I'm going to gobble down any dick, it's going to be
yours."  He didn't react.

"Um, Toff, that was supposed to be funny, you know."  Toff
looked up at me and smiled and then hung his head again.

"Talk to me Toff."  I pulled him to me and cradled his head
to my shoulder and kissed his neck.

"I don't know what got over me, Flip.  I mean, I want to be
nice to Badr, and I want you to be nice to Badr, but when
you teased him about the sex stuff, well, it's just that we
haven't done anything more complicated than hugs, you know.
I want to do more and in some ways I'm scared, too, but I'm
more scared you might like someone else more than me.  And
when I go home maybe I won't see you again."  His whole
speech was muffled in my shoulder.  By now Toff was crying,
and I held him back from me, took his glasses off of him,
and then hugged him close again.  I let him cry for a while.
Then finally I set him on my lap facing me.

"Toff, listen up, ok?"  I stared him in the eyes until they
locked on mine.

"First, the sex stuff isn't important.  It might be fun if
we do it, but it's not why I love you.  That's first.  Nod
to me when you understand, ok?"  He nodded slow.

"Second, Badr will not come between us.  He's got his own
special friend, I think.  Heck, the way he was proud of that
little boner of his, I'm sure he's getting plenty of sex
from his special friend or maybe from his friends Amir and
Yassou.  He doesn't need it from me, but I'm not going to
say something that offends him, and when he's around I'm
going to be nice.  Sometimes that might even mean I'll tell
him his penis looks pretty.  Understood?"  I lifted his chin
up to keep eye contact, and Toff nodded again.

"Third, I'm going to call your Mom today or tomorrow.  We're
going to talk about you and me being friends forever.  We're
going to talk about going to the Red Wings games and me
taking you to soccer and you coming camping with me and all
sorts of stuff.  I promise.  And you know what?  I met her
before coming here and I bet she'll be fine with that.  Is
that OK?"  Toff nodded harder.

"Finally Toff, I think that was a two way jealousy, wasn't
it?  I think you think Badr is cute, too.  And I think that
twisted things up in your head.  Well, I'll say it right
now.  If you want to be really good friends with Badr,
that's great with me.  I think you two are both fun boys,
but I'm always going to love you most.  Understood?"  Toff
nodded, and then he spoke.

"How are you so smart, Flip?  I mean, when you mention it, I
think I do sorta like Baddie, but he always hangs out with
the other guys.  I've wanted him for a best friend when I
was here.  Heck, I don't even have a best friend at home.
But he never accepted me, and now you're here and he's all
nice and everything.  I guess I did get jealous of both of
you.  But why?  I should be as happy as can be, shouldn't
I?"  Toff's look was as puzzled as could be.

"Hmm, let's see if this makes sense, Toff.  Everyone is now
assuming I'm your special friend, and we both think that
means sex is involved, but the two of us are a bit scared to
go further than touching, right?  Well, look how Badr sees
it.  He caught us in bed together as close as can be - we
were naked and spooned up together.  In his head he KNOWS
we're doing sex stuff, and that means we're part of the club
now.  I think he's treating you different because he thinks
you're like him now."  Toff nodded tentatively.

"And let me take a guess at something else.  I think he and
Ahmed and Yassou fool around with the sex stuff.  And I'll
bet you they're going to accept you in those games now
because they will think you know all about it.  Don't be
surprised if he makes a pass at you.  Hmm, maybe then I'll
be jealous, huh?"  At that Toff giggled slightly, and I knew
we were about ready to head in to breakfast.

"OK Toff, you go wash the tears off your face, ok?  Unless,
of course, you want me to kiss them off?"  At that I made a
move to do so, and he let me kiss on his face for a second
or two, and then he started giggling and ran into the
bathroom.  I put on my sweater, and by the time I was done
Toff was out and I handed him his glasses.

"So, Toff, it's off to breakfast we go."  He shook his head.

"Not yet, Flip.  Lean down here."  I did lean down, until my
face was an inch from his.

"Thanks for taking the time to help me out there.  I know I
wasn't purposefully bad, but I know it felt funny when I was
acting jealous, and you helped a lot with this talk."  I
started to smile and rise up again.

"Don't move!"  Toff said it forcefully, and it was clearly
and order.  Then he kissed me full on the lips, and when he
did his tongue darted out and forced my lips apart.  I
finally figured out what he was doing, and I let his tongue
in and he kept it up for 15 seconds.  Then he broke and
backed away and his eyes were sparkling and he was panting
and I swear I've never seen a boy happier in my life.  Of
course, I was pretty happy as well.

"Flip, let's try some more of that later, ok?  Now let's go
to breakfast."  He reached out, grabbed my hand, and led me
out of the room and across the garden and to the main house.

As we got up to the porch I slowed him down.

"Toff, let me check something, ok?"  I then reached down and
felt the hardness in his crotch, only enough to make sure it
was hard.  "Hmm, Toff, it seems you like kissing, huh?"

At that he pulled me down and repeated the performance, but
this time his tongue entered my mouth immediately, and mine
met it.  They jousted, and then we slowed them down and Toff
slowly stuck it in and out of my mouth, practically fucking
my mouth with his tongue.  I got hard so fast the blood
rushed from my head and I felt faint.  Then as it seemed
we'd have to throw off our clothes and grind against each
other Toff broke the kiss and reached immediately between my
legs and laughed.

"You like it too, huh?"  Then he scampered in the house, and
I was left adjusting myself before I followed.  Who knew a
relationship with an eleven year old could be so
complicated, and fun?

When I finally made it into the dining room Badr and Toff
were huddled together telling secrets, but it didn't seem as
if anyone else was around.

"Yo Badr!  Where is everyone?"

"I think they went to the city to pick up David and do some
shopping, Mr. Barker.  They'll be back in the middle of the
afternoon.  They told me we shall be having a late dinner at
around 7:00.  So we have time to have that coffee thing you
wanted with me, Amir and Yassou and I and our special
friends."  Badr got up then and moved to the kitchen,
presumably to get some food for breakfast.  I couldn't
believe such a polite boy could have conspired to do what
they did to Toff.  But it was gratifying to see them whisper
to each other.  And they were each so beautiful in their own
way.

I pulled Toff towards me.

"So, what were YOU whispering about?"

"Umm, I told him how I made you get a boner!"  Then he
giggled a lot.  "Now I gotta go wash my hands because of
what I touched."  With that, Toff goosed me once again and
then scampered off, presumably to the bathroom.  And there I
was, alone at the dining room, a hardon in my pants and two
boys conspiring against me.  I decided to let them wait on
me.

Sure enough, it wasn't long before Toff came back and sat
next to me, and then Badr came in first with a pot of coffee
and a pitcher of an orangish juice.  He then scampered off
again and brought in a bowl of olives, a bowl of dried
apricots, some nice French bread, sliced, and some fresh
figs.  If this is what the Lebanese served for breakfast,
then I could definitely enjoy it for a week.

"Well thanks Badr, and let's all dig in!"

I ate heartily.  I'd never really eaten figs before, and
they were great.  But I had a day to plan.

"So, boys, we're pretty much alone today.  Toff, can you
give me a tour of the village, or maybe both of you, and
then after that we'll come back, pack a lunch and Toff and I
will go hiking through the hills to find a place to scatter
my Aunt's ashes.  How's that sound?"  I looked at both of
them with my eyebrows raised, then I popped one of those
delicious olives in my mouth.

"That sounds good, Mr. Barker.  And I think I can help you
pack a lunch later.  Aunt Anissa has plastic containers, and
we can fill them with leftovers from last night if you liked
the food."  He winked at me - having witnessed me stuff
myself unconscious last night, he knew I liked the food.

"That sounds good, Badr.  I don't even know how big the
village is.  How long will it take to get the full tour?"
Toff spoke up instead.

"Oh, Flip, it'll be easy.  We'll be able to come back here
and play games or something before we take our hike later."

We finished our repast and cleaned up the dishes and we were
out the door.

The village indeed wasn't much.  There was a restaurant and
also the coffee house where we were meeting Yassou and Amir
and their special friends later.  There was a small mosque
at one end of the center of the village right beside a
Christian Church.  There was a small grocer, a then there
was a small park in the middle of the village with a
fountain.  Well, surely it couldn't be called a park.  It
was round, forcing the cars go around it, and it only
stretched thirty feet or so out from around the fountain,
which may have been fifteen feet in diameter.  We crossed
the road to approach the fountain.

Somehow the fountain struck me.  It was old, surely several
hundred years old.  I didn't have not the expertise to
figure out what age or even the kind of stone it was made
from.  I could tell that it was not Arabic in design, or at
least not Muslim, for it had human figures on it, as well as
those of animals.  If it was indeed hundreds of years old,
then it was surprising that something with this kind of
iconography was left standing through the militant Muslim
regimes that had ruled over this land over several
centuries.  Not until Ataturk himself, Toff's namesake, had
images depicting humans and animals been safe in the Middle
East.

"Badr, can you tell me something about the carvings on the
fountain?  The carvings aren't in great shape, but it
appears the water comes out of the mouth of a baby goat  --
a kid -- and that it's mother is there to give it strength.
I see many other goat figures, and also figures of people,
both older and younger."  I was puzzled, as it had occurred
to me that almost all carvings and sculptures were religious
hundreds of years ago - secular art didn't come into being
until the Reannaissance, as I recalled -- but I didn't know
much about Middle Eastern art except that they didn't depict
humans or animals, yet this one did.

"Mr. Barker, you have focused on the treasure of Carredeh.
We call it the goat fountain.  And that is not a mother
goat."  He pointed underneath the goat.  "It has no
mammaries.  Until ten years ago the decorative statuary for
the fountain was hidden in a cave in the forests high on
that mountain, and the men of the village paid to bring it
down to ornament our village.  Of course, they did this
about when I was born, so I remember none of that.  My
special friend Hassan told me all about it.  He was twenty
and was one of the ones who carried the statues."

We just had to figure out a way to loosen him up when he
spoke English.  Otherwise Badr was going to grow up sounding
like an English prig!  Well, prigs didn't exactly make it a
practice of mooning people, or of flashing his little boner
like he did in the pool earlier.

"Badr, the proper word for hooved mammals would be `udders,'
but your little lecture there was very informative.  Toff,
do you know anything about this fountain?"  I didn't want to
exclude Toff since the little bout of jealousy this morning.

"I remember a couple years ago my father referred to it as
stupid or something, Flip.  He didn't understand why all the
figures on the fountain were male.  And, well, he always
gets upset when he doesn't understand something.  Well, not
everyone thinks they are all male.  They're not all that
clear because their so old.  But I was here one time and
looked at each one closely and I'm sure they're all male.
Every one of them is a man or a boy, and it looks to me like
some of the boys are younger than me, even, and they go up
to being almost adult.  I'd guess the oldest boy figure is
16 or so.  The men figures are of all ages, though there
aren't very many that are really old.  Anyway, Aunt Anissa
thinks it is to symbolize strength men and boys find when
they are together and the men are teaching the boys, but she
didn't tell me what the goats meant."  Toff looked up at me,
proud of what he knew about this part-time hometown of his.
I rubbed his hair.  God he looked beautiful when he smiled
that proud smile.  And he was so different from the boy I
first met, humiliated and picked on.

"Lord, Toff, you know a lot about this, huh?  I guess since
you didn't have many friends here, you got used to
listening, right?"  I rubbed his head and gave him a little
one-armed hug.

"Mr. Barker, I hope I can be Mustapha's friend now.  I know
I have not been good to him in the past, but I will try to
do better."  Badr's eyes lit up and then he finished up,
speaking lower and only to Toff and I this time, not that
the area around the fountain was jammed with people, of
course.  "Besides, this morning in the pool was fun.  I can
think of lots of different ways to play dick tag that would
be even more fun!"

"Do you want to poke him, or do you want me to, Toff?"  I
laughed a little as I said it.  But Badr turned around, bent
over just a little bit, and wiggled his butt at Toff and me.

"You can poke me first, Mustapha, and then Mr. Barker!"  I
swear I've never seen a boy don such a sexy leer in my life.
I almost wanted to slap him he was so wanton.  I could just
feel how embarrassed I would feel if it was Toff who had
said the same sort of thing to Hassan and Badr.  But I held
back.  Certainly, I thought, we were going to learn a lot
about the cultural mores of this village at the coffee shop
this afternoon.  So, after a moment's hesitation, I poked
Badr's butt with my finger a couple times and laughed along
with him.

"Baddie, that was great!"  Toff, on the other hand, could
hardly stand up from laughing so hard.  I'm not sure at all
that he knew `Baddie' was talking about Toff fucking him
first before I did.  To me Toff was just laughing at Badr's
expertise with butt humor, and what boy of eleven doesn't
like butt humor.  His laugh was contagious, too, and I
laughed all the harder.  I'm sure the people of the village
thought the three of us were nuts.  And then out of the
corner of my eye I saw two boys watching us.  It must have
been Amir and Yassou.

"Hold it guys.  Huddle up!"  Toff came forward to huddle
together, and Badr followed.  Heck, what did he know about
the word `huddle?'  When they got huddled around me I asked
them.

"Guys, is that Amir and Yassou over there at that corner
near the church?  Hold it!  Don't look!"  Like we weren't
conspicuous leaning over and conferring!  "Let's stand up
really slow, and then we'll pretend to be slapping each
other on the butt and sort of playing tag around the
fountain, then we'll huddle up again in just 30 seconds, ok?
They'll just think we're playing a game they never heard
of."

So we did it, looking like total goofballs, and then we met
in the same place, me leaning down so far that the small of
my back felt a twinge of pain.  I had looked.  Amir and
Yassou had indeed looked like they thought we were another
species.  And the three of us were giggling so hard Toff
lost his balance and fell over, and then when I went to help
him I fell practically on top of him, which didn't stop the
giggling at all.  Soon it was the three of us rolling around
in uncontrollable laughter.

I must have looked silly, but I did it anyways.  "Shhh,
Shhh!  Come here guys!"  Yeah, we huddled up on the ground,
grass stains and all.  Toff and Badr stopped their giggling
and crawled the inches necessary until our heads were
together.

"Remind me not to hire you two when I need spies, OK?  Heck,
I'm not such a good one myself.  Well, who cares, we had
fun, right?"

"Right!"  The boys answered me in unison.

"OK, Toff, Badr, were those boys Amir and Yassou?"  Not that
it mattered.  I had no idea what we were going to do if it
WAS them, especially since we probably convinced the whole
village we were retarded.

"Yes, Mr. Barker, those boys were Amir and Yassou.  Amir is
the shorter one, and Yassou is the tall skinny one.
Actually, that does not mean that Amir is fat.  In fact,
he's just about regular size, really, except that his penis
is rather small.  Now Yassou, on the other hand, has a long
skinny one.  I did not even know they could be so skinny."
Badr just rattled on and Toff and I dropped our jaws and
stared at each other.  Toff spoke first.

"Too much information, Baddie!  Just don't tell us what they
taste like, OK?"  He shook his head with a smile plastered
all over his face.

I noticed something out of the corner of my eye, and I
shifted my head.  Yeah, it was Amir and Yassou standing
right on top of us.

"Psst, guys?  You think they heard us?"  I made an
exaggerated gesture towards Amir and Yassou, and Badr and
Toff looked at me funny, followed my gesture, and shock
registered all over their faces right before they broke out
in laughter again.  It was another minute before we could
stop and I could haul the two boys to their feet, and then
we calmed down a bit finally and I looked Amir up and down.

"You two must be Amir and Yassou.  Which is which?  I'm Phil
Barker, Mustapha's friend."  I stuck out my hand to shake
with the two boys, who still seemed a bit put off by the
giggle fest we'd displayed to them.

Amir stepped forward, and spoke first.  He held his hand
out.

"Hello Mr. Barker.  I want to say I am sorry for what we did
to Mustapha yesterday."  He winced when he said it, but I
shook his hand, and then nodded to Toff, and they shook
hands as well.  Yassou was next, and his voice was higher
and he was much more tentative.

"Hello Mr. Barker.  I know you are Mustapha's special
friend, and I am pleased to meet you.  We are going to be
punished for what we did yesterday.  I hope you are not
mad."  Yassou was practically quivering by the time he was
finished.

"Yassou, Amir?  Your special friends are in charge of your
punishment, and that will happen.  But from now on, if you
want to be our friends, then we'll be OK with that, right
Toff?  We're not going to mention yesterday or your
punishments.  We're just going to have fun today.  Well,
until Toff and I have to leave for the afternoon.  What's
fun to do around here, boys?"  I nodded Toff's way, and he
caught my eye and it was clear I'd said the right things to
get these relationships back on track.

The boys sat and digested what I'd said for a moment.
Whether it was that they were shy or whether they thought I
was angry at what they did to Toff, I don't know.  But they
hesitated.  Toff came up to me and slipped his hand in mine,
and I squeezed it tight, then Amir spoke.  He must have been
the ringleader.

I much preferred Badr's mop of unruly hair, or Toff's
straight dark hair to Amir's buzz cut.  He was, as Badr had
said, smaller than the others, though he didn't appear
younger than ten or eleven.  Heck, considering my vast
experience with boys, he might have been twelve.  He had
full lips that didn't go with his face, but his grin split
his face in two, and while it looked goofy and he had the
look of a street urchin with his ragged shorts and white T-
Shirt, he was cute nonetheless.

Yassou sported the same buzz cut, and he had on a 49er's T-
shirt that was faded and a bit too small, and wore the
obligatory long shorts that stretched past his knees.  Yes,
even in Lebanon boys wanted to look like skater punks.  What
was striking about Yassou was a set of bright blue eyes in
his dark features.  They were an anachronism in his lean
face, and shined in the light drawing one's eyes to them.  I
was reminded of the famous National Geographic photo from
the 70's, of the woman form Afghanistan with the striking
blue eyes.  While Amir still had some baby fat around his
middle and a chunky little butt, Yassou was not merely slim
but so skinny you could almost make out his ribs through his
tight T-Shirt.

"Mr. Barker," Amir said it respectfully and hesitantly, but
his accent was much thicker than Badr's.  It was clear that
Anissa's tutoring was responsible for Badr's
hypersensitivity to grammar and pronunciation.  "Mr. Barker,
there is not much to do, but the store over there has a few
video games and ice cream.  We could have fun there for a
while."

I reached into my pocket and discovered that my wad of local
currency was there.  "OK, boys, it'll be my treat.  You can
play a few video games and then we can sit down to some ice
cream before Toff and Badr and I head home for lunch.  Lead
the way, Amir!"

At that we crossed away from the fountain that had so
intrigued me and down the street away from the Bareb house
and to a small low building.  There was a sign up front,
sort of a sandwich board that advertised the menu, and when
we went in there were indeed pita sandwiches for sale,
stuffed with cold meat spreads.  There was also a small case
filled with about eight kinds of ice cream in barrels, and
in the back there were about 12 video games, including two
racing games set side by side and evidently networked.  My
main goal here was to get Toff accepted, so I figured
friendly competition might be good.  I changed some money
for tokens and suggested the racing game, with us competing
two at a time.

"Guys, let's just play the racing game until we find out who
the best one here is.  Badr, you and Toff go first.  Amir,
you have the winner, then Yassou and then me.  The first
person to win four in a row wins.  Or the person with the
best record at 11:30, whichever comes first.  Sound good?"
We were all gathered together, and there was nobody in the
place on Christmas day.  Heck, it was still only 10:45 or
so.  I got nods from the boys, Toff still holding my hand as
if being accepted here was very important to him and he was
afraid, but he was outwardly joining in.  Badr, always the
tease, chimed in with an affirmative, but with one
objection.

"Mr. Barker, if we are going to have a winner, what will the
prize be?"  He had that devilish look in his eyes again.

"Hmm, I don't know.  What do you guys think?"

"Amir and Yassou and I can think of a good prize.  Toff,
come here and join us."  With that the four of them then got
together in a little huddle and discussed the prize.

I wandered off, wondering just what I'd gotten myself in
for.  With Badr in charge, I'm sure the awarding of the
prize would have to happen behind closed doors.  Lord, what
did I get myself into?  Less than 24 hours in the country
and I was already doing things that were illegal with Toff.
Certainly most people would frown on our little skinny
dipping escapade this morning, and now Badr was probably
roping two more boys into the fun and games.  My musings
were broken when the boys broke up the meeting with a four-
way high five, and they came towards me where I was waiting
beside the car racing video games.  We were ready to play
Formula X!

Amir pushed Toff to the front, and he seemed reluctant, so
he grabbed at Badr and pushed him in front of him, and soon
there was a crawling mass of four boys giggling and trying
to make each other speak first.

"Hold up boys.  We're not going to get to the game at this
rate.  Badr, what's the result?"  He smiled big and came
forward and spoke low so only the five of us heard.

"Well, we were going to make all five kiss the head of the
winner's penis, but Toff said that maybe that was too far
for this time.  So, instead we are going to make everyone
kiss the winner's butt.  And the person who does worst has
to kiss in the crack!  We did not think you would mind, Mr.
Barker, since you are Mustapha's special friend."  With that
said, Badr climbed into one seat and Toff into the other and
I fed the money into the machine.  I was a little stunned at
their suggestion, not to mention that I was anticipating it
as well.  Since meeting Toff I think my penis had risen to
the occasion ten times now without release.  I was going to
have to fix that later.

I turned my attention to the race.  Badr had just spun out
and Toff's car had passed him.  The race was only a couple
minutes long, and Toff looked tough to beat.  I guess
American boys got a bit more practice or something, but Badr
made up time and he was right behind Toff's car at the
finish.  The other boys were watching in fascination, and
Amir was even rooting for Toff to win.  To think that these
boys had perpetrated that cruel trick just yesterday.  Well,
there's nothing like boys to forget a transgression.

Amir stepped in next to take on Toff, and Toff again won.
The Lebanese boys were reckless, with their feet all the way
down on the pedal the whole way.  The win against Amir was
easy for Toff.  And Yassou didn't offer up any more
competition either.  Toff had won three in a row, and I was
put into a dilemma.  If he beat me, then I would get to kiss
his butt, and maybe as all-time loser I would have the honor
of kissing further.  But I would likely get those chances
later anyways.  I was a little worried about how Toff would
feel if everyone were to kiss mine, so I thought losing
might be best.  Heck, I just crawled into the seat and fed
the coins in.

Toff looked over at me, then he leaned over and said, "If
you lose on purpose that'll be the last kiss on me you're
going to get for a whole day, Flip."  Then he stuck out his
tongue at me.  I guess that settled it, and I'd do all in my
power to win.

The game came naturally to me.  I hadn't played this type of
thing in a long time, but I remembered the loose steering
wheel and all about letting up going into turns and
especially speeding up going out of them.  This race was
close but Toff was still ahead of me and I couldn't seem to
pass him.  He knew all the tricks, too.  After a while, and
thinking that the game would end, I decided to ram him and
see what that did.  On the straightaway and just before the
turn I pulled up even with him, didn't slow down, and just
as he did I swerved into him and then braked for the corner.
I fishtailed and was all over the turn, losing time and
taking a while to get back in control again, but Toff was
behind me, and the finish line loomed and I beat him.

I turned to him and winked.  "Can't beat the old man at that
game, Toff.  But maybe you'll get lucky and get that kiss
later.  Who's next?"  He stuck his tongue out and promised
me he'd win overall.

Badr replaced Toff, and I won against him and lost against
Amir, who was beginning to catch on.  We played for another
30 minutes and then I called a halt with Toff the winner and
Badr coming in last.

"OK guys, Toff and I have to go home and pack a lunch for
our hike.  It's been great playing with you.  And we'll see
Amir and Yassou this evening for coffee?"  I was trying to
slide out without the bet being paid off, because I wasn't
at all sure how Toff would take it.  But I shouldn't have
worried.

"Flip, we have to pay off the bet."  Toff certainly wasn't
going to let it go.  "Right guys?"  Nods all around.  I
guess we were going to do it.

"But where can we do it so we're not so public.  Any ideas
Amir, Badr?"  Sure, the place was pretty deserted, but the
proprietor coming in on a grown man kissing a boy's butt
wouldn't be so good.

Badr immediately went over to the old Jurassic Park game in
the corner.  It was one of those that had a hood over it and
even curtains at the side, so when you were playing you were
all enclosed.  There was glass behind where the player sat,
so we could watch Toff getting his reward.

Badr took charge.  "Toff, you go inside and pull your pants
down, and we'll duck our heads in one at a time.  Since I
lost I'll go last.  Do you want to go first Mr. Barker?"  He
looked up at me with one eyebrow cocked.

"OK, Badr, I can do that, but let's get this finished so we
can have ice cream, OK?"  At that Toff climbed into the game
and I saw through the back window that he'd pulled down his
pants, so I went to the side, knelt down and poked my head
through.  I had to get this done quickly, but I was held
stunned at the spectacle.  Toff's butt was up in the air as
his head and knees were on the seat.  Between his legs at
the bottom his scrotum showed through.  That's where I
really wanted to kiss.  I continued to stare and was broken
out of my trance by a knock.  I looked to my right through
the window and there were three boy's faces telling me to
hurry up.  This was very odd.  Here I was going to kiss a
boy in an intimate place in front of three witnesses.  I
could be thrown in jail in a foreign country for a long
time.  I quailed at the thought.  Then I spotted Toff's
face.  He was urging me to get it over with.

So I did.  I leaned the last distance, just a foot, and
planted a sloppy wet kiss on Toff's right butt cheek.
"You'll get more later if you want, Toff."  I whispered this
softly and then left.

"Amir, it's your turn."  He ducked inside and I watched
while Amir quickly planted a wet one on the left cheek.
Then Yassou followed quickly with a quick peck on Toff's
right cheek.  Now it was Badr's turn.

He looked at us all waiting by the glass window and said,
"Watch this!"

At that Badr ducked into the booth and grabbed each of
Toff's cheeks and spread them.  I wasn't in a position to
see what he was staring at, but Badr looked for a moment,
his tongue protruding slightly from his lips.  Then he
ducked his head between those cheeks and planted a kiss that
must have lasted five seconds.  When he was done he grinned
and lightly slapped Toff on the butt, at which point Toff
pulled up his pants and in no time we were all at the back
of the machine together.  A couple of the boys were
adjusting the erections in their pants, but Toff just had a
big grin.  I was relieved he hadn't thought this was going
to be a chance to humiliate him again.

Come on, guys, the ice cream's on me.  Unfortunately, it's
getting late enough that Badr, Toff and I will have to head
home, but let's get the ice cream first.

It wasn't a difficult choice.  They had chocolate, vanilla,
pistachio, a few kinds of fruit water ices, and chocolate
chip.  Toff had chocolate chip, I had the best pistachio ice
cream I'd ever had, and the three other boys had various
flavors of water ice.  They were served in small cups with
plastic spoons, and we made our way out of the store.

"Well, boys, that was certainly a fun time.  It is a
pleasure meeting you, Amir and Yassou."  I meant it, too.
They seemed full of vitality, and if this is what having a
special friend did for a boy, then I was more certain that
Toff and I were doing the right thing.

"Goodbye Mr. Barker.  Bye Mustapha!  Bye Badr!  We'll see
you all later.  Don't forget!"  With that Amir and Yassou
went the other way and Badr, Toff and I sauntered towards
the Bareb house, eating our ice cream as we went.

"Badr, I have a question.  How did you know I'd go along
with that kind of prize for the winner?"  Sure, we'd gone
skinny dipping in the morning, and he'd proudly both mooned
us awake and shown off his boner in the pool, but the
kissing butts was definitely a big step, especially with
other boys in the picture.

"Mr. Barker, you are Mustapha's special friend and you are
meeting my special friend Hassan tonight.  I would not
hesitate to invite any of our special friends into a game
like that.  It is the kind of thing Amir and Yassou and I do
all the time, and sometimes with older boys, too.  But
usually the three of us stick together with our special
friends."  He continued eating his ice cream as we walked as
if this were a normal topic of conversation, and I suppose
it may have been.  It was certain now that he assumed Toff
and I were doing a lot more sexually than we actually were.

"But Baddie, you guys tormented me just yesterday, and now
you're treating me like a buddy.  Heck, you kissed my butt
like you'd been wanting to do it for a long time.  It's just
weird that you change so fast."  Toff was clearly as puzzled
as was I.

Badr thought for a second or two before he spoke.
"Mustapha, that was before you had Mr. Barker for a special
friend.  I knew he was your special friend partly because he
calls you by a different name, but partly because he helped
you and is making Amir, Yassou and I get punished.  Now we
have something in common.  We only teased you before because
you had a funny looking penis, but we would never have
teased you if we knew you had a special friend."  For Badr
this clearly made a whole lot of sense.  Regardless of
whether Toff and I had consummated anything, Badr considered
us part of the village club.

"But Badr, that doesn't explain why you thought me, a man,
would find it acceptable to kiss a boy's butt with other
boys watching.  Why did you think that was OK?"  Yeah, we'd
shown him a little sexuality, but he hadn't seen me be
lascivious or anything.

Bard thought for a few moments, evidently in turmoil, as if
he'd really misunderstood us for a minute.  Perhaps in his
life every man who takes a special interest in a boy
expresses that sexually.

"Mr. Barker, I know you are interested in boys."  He slowed
in his walk and talked softer.  "I saw you naked and holding
Mustapha this morning, and when you saw both of us with
erections in the pool you said you thought our erections
looked nice enough to eat.  I just assumed you did sex stuff
just like our special friends do."  His face held a puzzled
look, like he knew what the truth was, but that he didn't
quite get it.

I thought for a moment, and we stood there at the front of
the Bareb property by the fence.  I definitely wanted to
make sure Badr understood what was going on and didn't
assume things at this meeting later today.  But I had an
idea.

"Toff, do you want to try to explain?"  Toff looked
thoughtful.  He inhaled deeply and then he started.

"It's like this, Baddie.  Mr. Barker likes me a lot and I
like him, and he's helped me a lot too.  But we haven't
really done any sex stuff.  Sure, we slept naked together,
but that was because he was drunk, and I always sleep naked.
And it was cold so he held me.  It's not like we'll never do
sex stuff, but we haven't so far.  Heck, I only met him
yesterday!"  Toff winked at me when he said this last bit,
but otherwise he was as serious as could be, and I marveled
at how beautiful he was when he was being serious.  Badr
shifted his foot just enough to break my trance, then he
spoke.

"Mr. Barker?  I can see how you look at Mustapha.  And I can
see how Mustapha looks at you as well.  I know you love each
other, don't you?"  He was still a little confused, but he
also knew what he knew.

"Oh, you're not wrong there, Badr.  I think we love each
other lots.  But whether we do the sex stuff is still up in
the air.  Remember, it is illegal for a man and a boy to do
that, and I sure don't want to go to jail.  One thing I know
- our secret is safe with you, right?"  I winked at him,
tousled his hair, and then started towards the house.
"Enough serious stuff!  Toff and I have to go look for a
good spot to scatter my Aunt Minnie's ashes, and I want to
pack a lunch to take along.  Let's go inside and start to
it.  And thanks for being understanding, Badr.  We just
wanted to set things straight."

Badr rolled his eyes, then he slapped my butt.  He was one
playful kid!

"Last one in has to. . . ."  I didn't get the last part,
because it was in Arabic, but Badr had that evil grin on his
face again, and he was racing for the door.  I got the late
start, and it was clear I'd be last.  I wasn't sure I was up
to this.  Half a day with two boys and I felt old.  But when
I finally got to the door two smiling boys were waiting for
me inside.

"Mr. Barker?"  Badr had lost the evil grin, at least a
little.  "You'll need to go change your shoes to your
walking shoes.  Mustapha knows the trail to take you on, and
we're going to pack you a lunch while you're gone."

I felt a little put out.  I was last to get to the house and
didn't get to find out what I had to do, and now these two
boys were going to take care of everything.

"Toff, don't you have to change shoes or anything?"  Lord, I
sounded pitiful even to myself.  I was really attached to
that boy.

"Nope Flip!  I gotta go over a couple things here.  And
you'll be really quick, I'm sure.  Oh, could you make sure
to bring that backpack of yours to put the lunch in?  I'll
get a couple bottles of water, too."  With that he ducked
back in the house and I was left to trudge through the
garden path to the Olive House.

I was a bit slow to change my shoes and gather my bag.  It
was an old leather backpack I'd had when I was in college at
the University of Michigan.  I can remember once when I had
a pair of girl's undies in it for three weeks waiting to
return them to her but never getting up the nerve.  She'd
left them behind during our passionate make-out session.
Maybe I was always a bit shy with girls.  In recent years my
excuse was working too much as a consultant, but maybe it
was really the case that I wasn't so interested.  I
certainly hadn't ever felt so alive and eager and on edge as
I was now around Toff.  And Badr's precocious sexuality
wasn't helping things.  I smiled at the memory of his little
circumcised penis when he was sitting on my lap in the pool.
He had a lot to be proud about.  All of a sudden a longing
to see the head of Toff's penis in just the same rampant
mode struck me.  I knew deep down that would happen, and not
too long from now.

As I was gathering things together I unplugged the digital
camera and loaded it in the backpack.  It was fully charged
and I figured I could get some pictures of the site where we
finally sprinkled Aunt Minnie.  The rest of her family would
like that, and I could email them the pictures from here.

I was ready after taking off my sweater and folding it away.
And I was eager to traipse the hills, though that wasn't
exactly my favorite form of exercise.  What it meant was
four hours with Toff alone, and I was definitely eager for
that.  And then it occurred to me.  Today was Christmas Day
and I hadn't gotten anything for Toff.  Hell, how could I?
I'd only known him for a day.  I sat dejected for a second,
and then set about checking all the little pockets in my
luggage and backpack for some little token.  I found it in
the last one.  It was a pair of emerald earrings.  I'd
bought them five years ago to give my mother, then I'd flown
out to see her only to arrive and find her in the hospital.
I never gave them to her and I don't think I'd touched the
backpack since.  We could go in tomorrow and get ourselves
pierced somewhere in the city.  Maybe it was a bit too
romantic, but it would have to do.  I kept it in the little
front pocket of the backpack and zipped it up and left the
Olive House for the main house.

When I got to there I let myself in and walked into the
kitchen.  Toff and Badr were giggling to each other like
they'd told each other secrets, or more likely were talking
about me.  Toff was snapping on the lid to one container,
and Badr was filling another with some olives.  Lunch was
leftovers from the night before, but I was OK with that.

"I'm back, boys.  Are you two almost ready?"  They looked up
at me, grinned really big, and then Toff responded.

"Bring the backpack over, Flip, and we'll fill it up.
There's not too much food, and we're going to have another
big dinner tonight.  Baddie told me Aunt Anissa is planning
to grill some shish ka bobs with shrimp and we'll have it
with rice and salad tonight.  Badr packed us some kibbeh,
grape leaves and tabooleh with some pita to go with it, and
I have two quarts of water here.  I hope it's not too
heavy."  Toff was in motor-mouth mode, and either he was
trying to cover up something or he was excited or maybe
nervous.  Well, we'd handle it.

"Badr?  What are you doing until 5:00?"  We had to head out,
but something was fishy here.  I could feel it.

"Um, I'm going to Hassan's and we are going to talk about my
punishment for betraying Mustapha's trust.  I still have not
figured out what to suggest.  Mr. Barker, I think you must
be wise.  Just thinking of an appropriate punishment is a
big punishment in itself."  I smiled to myself.  Yeah, my
mother had pulled that on me once in a while.  But this kid
made me uncomfortable at the same time he made me horny.
What was it with the King's English in an eleven year old?

"Just one more question, Badr," I asked, with Toff off
across the room loading my backpack.  "What was it I'd have
to do if I got to the hosue last?"

Badr smiled really big and then just blurted it out in a
whisper so Toff couldn't hear me.  "Suck my dick!  Only
Mustapha beat me to the door.  So suck his dick!"  At that
he giggled and said, "See you two later.  I am leaving for
Hassan's!"  And he ran out the door.

"Well, I guess that's our cue, Toff.  Hand me that backpack
and let's hit the road."  Boy, Badr sure was trying to
encourage this romance!

Toff came over, gave me the backpack, which was awfully
heavy, and then we were out the door.

"Toff, which way do we head.  Remember, I'm following."

He pointed to the large hill about a mile or so behind the
house.  "See that hill, Flip?  We're going to go through the
olive grove and then up and around it.  There's some great
scenery there, too, and a little stream and even some ruins
on the top behind those trees.  Then we'll come around the
other side and down to the road that runs back into the
village.  I figured we'd stop for our coffee shop
appointment on the way back through the village."

"Well, that doesn't look so tough, Toff.  Let's get up to
those ruins and we'll have lunch there?  Sound good?"  He
nodded, and then we left.

I had never been exposed to this kind of hiking before, at
least in many years.  Maybe it was as far back as when I was
Toff's age.  Well, I rode a bicycle pretty regularly, so I
should be able to do it.

The first part of the hike was through the olive grove, and
that was the obvious place to scatter Minnie's ashes.  So
while we walked I asked Toff what he thought.

"Toff, would you like it if your ashes were scattered in an
olive grove?"

"Did she like Lebanese food, Flip?  That's what olives
always remind me of.  The food is my favorite part of my
trips here.  Well, until you came."  He realized what he
said, an admission of just how much I had impacted his stay,
and he blushed, then he turned around and kept walking
through the grove until we came to a fieldstone wall.  There
was no break in the wall within our eyesight, so we climbed
it and then trudged off on a path that took us towards the
hill.  Actually, as we began to come closer I was thinking
of it as more of a mountain.  Sure, the pack on my shoulders
was only 20 pounds or so, but I wasn't used to it, and I was
beginning to sweat.

Toff turned his head back to me.  "Flip, that camera you
have is neat.  Is it a digital camera?"

"Yeah, Toff, I thought if we found the right place for
Minnie I'd take some pictures and maybe even send them to
her relatives."

"Do you have relatives, Flip?"

"Well, not very many that are alive, Toff, unless you count
cousins, I've got no relatives.  I was pretty close to my
Aunt Minnie, though."  How about you?"  I was huffing and
puffing a little, but it was good to talk.

"Well, I have my Mom and Dad.  But my Mom's family disowned
her when she married Dad.  And most of Dad's family isn't
around.  I guess you could call Anissa my Aunt.  I think
we're a lot alike, Flip.  Neither of us have much family."
It wasn't a good thought for a Christmas day several
thousand miles from home, and I was sorry I'd brought it up.
Perhaps we two were made for each other, though.  I'd be
happy to have Toff as family.

We were quiet for a time, and I mused at the situation I'd
found myself in.  I was thousands of miles from home and had
found myself dedicated friend to a boy who had been
emotionally neglected by all but his mother.  More alarming,
the relationship between Toff and I was turning sexual, and
as much as we talked about it and made sure we felt good
about it, the sexuality still felt out of control.  Sure, I
remembered being in love in college and feeling as if I was
out of control during lovemaking, but Toff and I hadn't
gotten there yet, and loving a girl isn't illegal.  The
irony was that I was thinking these very alarming thoughts
while climbing a hill behind Toff, staring at how the fabric
of his shorts stretched across his tight butt.  Yes, I'd
forgotten the scenery of Lebanon in preference to the boy I
would elect her favorite son.

"Toff, get back here and walk alongside me, OK?  I can't
concentrate with you wiggling that cute butt in front of me.
What country are we in?"  I winked at him as I said it.
Clearly Toff was in another world as well.  He got startled
a bit, and then when he recognized I was complimenting and
joking with him, he smiled broadly and came back to me.  He
also put his hand in mine, an action that became one of my
favorite moments with Toff, as it signified trust so well.

"Flip, what do you mean what country?"

"Well, I found myself staring at your butt so much I
wondered if maybe we were on the moon or something, Toff."

Toff giggled and said, "Well, maybe you better take a look
behind you, Flip.  This is a good place to scatter ashes."
We were near the top of the hill, and the trees around us
were sporadic, unlike the steady thatch they gave the top of
the hill and the barren sides of the hill, evidently grazed
down by sheep or goats.  When I looked down the valley
opened up like a rolling patchwork, with housing tracts,
vineyards, farms, and there down below was the village of
Carredeh as well.  Yes, this would be a lovely place to
scatter Minnie's ashes.

"It's beautiful, Toff.  How far are we from the top?"

"Not far, Flip.  Only through those trees and we'll be at
the ruins of an old fort or something.  We'll eat lunch
there."  He pointed to the crest of the hill.

"Then let's go."  I squeezed his hand and we set off up the
hill and through the cedar trees.  This was unspoiled
country on top of this small hill, so near to large
populations of people yet seemingly neglected.

"Do people come here often, Toff?"  I swung our hands back
and forth a little, and though that made the pack on my back
a bit more uncomfortable, it felt right, as if such a simple
act of playfulness put an explanation point on my love for
Toff.

It wasn't far to climb and then we wove our ways between the
majestic trees high on that hill, and soon the vista towards
town disappeared and we encountered a small glade, maybe 50
yards across.  The sun streamed in, and though it was nearly
2:00 in the afternoon and the shadows were beginning to
lengthen, the Northern and Eastern half of the glade was
still in sunshine.  What made the glade fascinating was the
ruins of the fort.  Only foundations now, after centuries of
neglect, but the stones shown white in the sun, like the
teeth of a dragon, these were likely the work of the mighty
Roman Empire.

Toff and I were standing side by side when I spoke.  "Toff,
let's eat quick so I can take some pictures here.  These
ruins might just be perfect for a place to scatter Minnie's
ashes.  Let's go over and sit on that big rock for lunch.

It was warm up here.  I'd guess it was 75 degrees Fahrenheit
when we laid out our repast and ate the olives, grape
leaves, and kibbeh sandwiches.  We were silent, as if this
place was almost holy.  It certainly was ancient, a fort to
protect the road from Damascus to Tyre?  My geography wasn't
good enough to guess, though it did occur to me that if
there was a Roman fort, there would be a Roman Road.

"Toff, is there an old Roman road around here, too?"  He was
fooling with my camera as he absently chewed on a stuffed
grape leaf like it was a cigar.

"What did you say, Flip?"  He had clearly been in another
world.

"I asked you if there was the remains of a Roman road to go
with this fort."  I rolled my eyes and then winked at him.

I got a shrug in return.  An `I dunno' shrug.  "How do you
work this, Flip?"  He was clearly fascinated by my digital
camera.

"Come on over, Toff, and I'll show ya."  I popped the last
of my lunch in my mouth and reached my hands out for the
camera as Toff gave it to me.

"See this, Toff?  You look through here, and the settings
are pretty automatic.  Step back for a second and smile,
will ya?"  He stepped back, but the sun was behind him, so
the picture wouldn't take well, but I figured that would
make a good lesson.  I snapped the shutter and then turned
the camera around to show him the picture on the screen.

"What do you think, Toff?"  I wanted him to get the lesson
without me explaining.

"It's all dark, and there's a big flash of light behind my
ear.  Flip, I think you have to take the picture with the
sun at your back."  He talked to me like I didn't know what
I was doing, and it made me smile.

"OK, Mr. Camera expert.  Why don't you go take some pictures
of these ruins while I pack the backpack.  But not too many.
I want enough memory left to take more pictures.  Five
minutes then come back and we'll review them."  He scampered
off, the strap of the camera wrapped around his wrist so he
wouldn't drop it, and it was fun watching how excited he
was.  The expression of concentration on his face
transformed his lips and eyebrows to make for a very serious
boy.  His face reminded me of a surgeon, or a scientist
examining results.  At that moment he could have made a
perfect stock photograph for a student caught up in his
work.

I finished packing up the backpack, leaving out the water
and hoping we'd finish it while up here so I didn't have to
carry it back down the hill, and when I looked up from my
work Toff showed up, the camera held out.

"So, let's see how good I did."  He was eager to please.

I took the camera and flipped it to "review" and Toff
huddled over my shoulder as we examined the 20 pictures he
had taken.  Fully two thirds of them were good enough to
keep.

"Toff, I'm impressed.  We can keep a lot of these.  Let's go
back and vote on the bad ones, and then I'll see if I can do
as well."  It wasn't long and I was ready to take a few.

"Do the ones you take show up right with those, Flip?"  He
was thinking ahead of me.  I had a pretty smart boy on my
hands.

"What do you mean, Toff?"

"Well, if the pictures you take show up right alongside the
ones I take and you take more pictures of the ruins, then we
won't be able to tell who took which pictures.  Then we
won't be able to tell who took the best pictures."  He'd
worked it all out, how if this was a competition to see who
took the best pictures then we'd have a hard time telling.

"Oh, you thought this would be a competition?  Not on your
life, Toff!  The last competition was when Badr said the
last one to get to the house had to do something, and I lost
and I'm not even sure what I had to do.  I don't want to
pile up any more of that phantom debt."  I winked at him and
thought for a moment.

"I know.  I'll take a few pictures of you and while I
probably won't find time to call your mother today, I can
email her with a few pictures.  Do you think she'd like
that?"  I motioned him so he was facing the sun and it was
coming over my shoulder.  Toff nodded, and started to pose.
I took the first picture.

"Don't be afraid to try different poses and expressions,
Toff.  I think I've got room for nearly 200 more pictures on
this memory chip, and that's before we erase some.  Let's
try to get a couple really good ones."  Toff changed his
poses with each snap of the shutter, moving from a relaxed
smile to somber looks, and I took twenty pictures fairly
quickly.  In the last few he stuck out his tongue as far as
it would go, trying to touch his nose with one shot, and
showing his long tongue in profile.  Then I called a halt
and we reviewed the pictures.

We liked about five of the first fifteen, and deleted some.
It was clear to me that Toff was most handsome with a sober
look on his face, and we had both a head shot and a full
body shot that were very suitable for sending to his mother.

"I shot better ones than you, Flip."  Toff was intent on
competing for some reason.

"Well, Toff, when the shots were sexy I went five for five.
See those with you're remarkable tongue?  And besides, this
isn't a competition.  I don't even know what I lost earlier
when I was the last to the house.  You going to tell me?"  I
wondered if he was interested, that is, providing Badr told
him that my loss involved sucking dick.  So part of me was
teasing him, but I was also doing it to see what he thought.
It seemed clear to me we'd go to that stage of a
relationship, if not further, but it might take some time.

"Oh, you want sexy?  Take some more, Flip!"  Toff stepped
back and lifted his shirt a little to expose his flat belly.
"Well, come on!  Take a picture.  I obeyed, and the next
twenty exposures definitely caused a rise in my shorts.
Toff never actually took any clothing off, but he lifted his
shirt tail, turned and bent over, showing off his butt.  One
shot had him pulling his shorts down until they barely
covered the treasures between his legs, and he had me take
another of his full moon, what he called his Badr imitation.
By the time twenty pictures were up he had me hot, and I
could tell Toff was a little horny too.  As he came towards
me to review the pictures, he had to adjust the bulge in his
shorts.

"OK, let's see if those are any good, Flip!"  Instead of
like before when he looked at the pictures over my shoulder,
Toff slid into my lap as we edited the pictures.  Twelve of
the twenty were good.  I still wasn't good as good as Toff.

"Ha!  I'm better with your camera that you are."  Toff stuck
out his tongue at me point blank.  If I'd had my tongue out
they would have touched we were so close.

"Nah, you just weren't sexy enough, Toff.  I bet if you were
really sexy I'd beat 13 out of 20 easily."  I winked at him
and stuck out my tongue.  But Toff was having no part of my
argument.  He snaked his hand to the front of my pants and
felt up and down my erection.  He stole my breath away he
did it so fast.

"I think I was sexy enough, Flip.  At least your boner says
so.  But I'll give you a chance to try again."  Toff had a
devilish grin on that I think he stole from Badr.  "I'm
going to pose even more sexy, but you have to do one thing
if I do."

"What Toff?  You know your wish is my command."  I'd do
anything for him right now.

"I want that thing of yours sticking out of your pants while
I pose."  He blushed a little, revealing as he did that he
was perhaps as interested in my penis as I was in his.

"OK, but I'm not going to be able to move around to take the
pictures if it's sticking out.  You'll have to do the poses
right in front of me here."  With that he wasted no time.
He unzipped me and then fumbled with my boxers until he had
pulled my penis through the fly so it was sticking out of my
pants.  It was very hard, the head just barely sticking out
beyond the end of my foreskin.  Toff tugged on it, revealing
more of the head, and he seemed entranced.  But I put a stop
to that.

"No more of that, Toff - it's time for you to pose."  I
pulled the camera up and set it to take pictures, my
erection saluting him from my lap.

As he stepped back into position, Toff's eyes were glued to
it.  The first thing he did was take off his shirt
altogether and then pose slouched and with a pout on his
face, his arms crossed in front of him.  He looked like a
little gangsta!  I snapped a picture.  Then he turned with
his full back to the camera and his head turned and his
tongue out at me.  Snap.  The poses got sexier, and by the
tenth picture he was bending over, his shorts at his knees
and I caught a nice shot of his butt with his scrotum barely
in view between his legs.  Then he spread the cheeks,
revealing a clean little bud, the first time I'd seen his
anus, and my breath was taken away so that I forgot to take
the picture.

"Take the picture, Flip!  You can look at it more later!"
He was getting bossy again, and I liked it.  My own erection
was beginning to leak pre-cum.  When he turned around for
the last few pictures of the twenty he pulled down his
shorts to reveal his pride, that three inch spike I longed
for. I didn't hesitate now, and took pictures as he rubbed
his hands down his body until for the last picture one hand
was on his scrotum while the other had pulled his foreskin
back to reveal the heated red head of his penis.

"That's twenty, Toff.  Let's see how I did."  He kicked off
his shorts and underwear, now fully naked, and came over and
sat on my lap, one hand reaching for my own erection.  As I
adjusted the camera so we could review that round of twenty
pictures, his fingers found the drooling end of my penis.

"What's this, Flip?  Did you cum just watching me?"  He
giggled and looked up at me, but he wasn't shy about holding
it still.

"No Toff, but you sure don't have far to go.  Where'd that
shy boy from yesterday go?"  With my free hand I felt around
and caught his own erection.  "What do you want to do, Toff?
More pictures?  Do you want me to play with this?  Or should
we go down the hill to town?"  I definitely wanted to play
with it.

"Mmm!"  I think my fingers were doing his talking, but soon
he shook himself away.

"First, you only got 15 good pictures out of 20, and that's
not good enough.  I'm going to make you an even better
photographer!  If you're not better, you don't get to play
with it!"  Toff was loving this game, and so was I.  "But
take off your shorts or your dick is going to drool all over
them.  Put them down here on the ground.  Your sweater, too.

I obeyed his command.  He was clearly going to lay on them
for this next round, which I hoped would be the last round
of picture taking, though  it was an understatement to say
that it was exciting having him pose so provocatively for
me.  As I sat again on the white stones of the ruins, Toff
got on all fours facing me, his glasses and socks the only
things hiding his sheer nakedness, and neither hid the lust
in his eyes.

"Go ahead!  Get 17 good ones and you can play with it."  He
smiled and winked at me, and was then started posing, first
facing me, then facing to my left and he arched his back
showing off his butt.  That picture caught just a peek of
his rampant genitals.  Then he faced away in the same pose,
and I got a great picture of his creamy buttocks.  For the
next picture he pointed his penis between his legs, and then
again with the head exposed.  At this point my own penis was
so excited that a trail of pre-cum had traveled from it to
my calves positioned below.

"Twelve left, Toff."  He looked up, spotted the drool coming
off my penis and licked his lips, and I snapped again.  In
that shot I just captured his face, but it may have been the
most wanton of all the pictures.

"Eleven."  Toff rolled on his back and looked up.  He
pinched his nipples.  Snap.  He rubbed his belly and hid his
erection behind one leg.  Snap.  He turned so my angle was
between his legs with him looking through them at the lens
and cupped his small scrotum.  Snap.

"Eight more."  Toff rolled a finger around his belly button.
Snap.  He stuck out his tongue and gripped his shaft with
two fingers.  Snap.  He pulled back his foreskin and stared
at the head of his penis, lust clear in his eyes.  Snap.  He
tilted it up, pointing straight to the sky, and again it
stuck up with his face making itself the background of the
picture.  Snap.

"Four more, Toff, and I don't think you can top that."  But
he did. He rocked back and lifted his legs and slid his
fingers down the crack of his ass.  Snap, snap, snap.  With
his other hand he propped his penis up so there was more
than just his scrotum in the picture.  Snap.

"God, Toff!  That's it.  Do you want to give me a heart
attack?"  He stood up and came over and immediately fumbled
in the backpack, coming out with a napkin, then sitting on
my knee again.

"Well, I didn't want to give you a heart attack, but I did
want to see you come without me even touching you.  I did
pretty good, huh?"  His voice was nearly breaking he was so
excited, and he giggled and panted like he was out of
control.  He also reached with the napkin and cleaned the
pre-cum off my penis and leg.

"Sit still, Toff.  I want to see if I got 17 good ones."  I
ignored his penis until we counted.  No, I let Toff count as
we reviewed the pictures.  Only two of the pictures while he
was fingering his backside didn't pass muster.  I got 18.
Toff looked up at me.

"Hmm, Flip.  It looks like you get to play with this thing.
Wanna do it here?  Now?"  His lips were just inches of mine
as he said this in a low voice.  I nodded and pulled him
around so that his back was pressed into my erection but so
I could also nuzzle his neck.  If he turned his head I could
still kiss him full on the lips.  I trailed my right hand
down his chest and belly and beside his little erection,
finally cupping his small testicles.  I pulled at the tight
skin of his scrotum gently as I whispered in his ear.

"Toff, you can give yourself an orgasm, right?"  My erection
throbbed as I continued to toy with his small eggs.  Toff
panted a little in response.

"Yeah,Flip, but this already feels better."  His voice went
soft all of a sudden as he concentrated on the feelings I
was giving him.  I kissed his neck sloppily and slid my
fingers up his shaft, just lightly touching it until I
reached the tip.  Then I grabbed the pucker of his spare
foreskin and pulled on it.  Toff felt hot on my skin, and he
turned his head into my neck, his breath was hot and rushed,
like a horse in a race.

"Toff, what was the penalty for being the last to the house
earlier.  Are you going to tell me?  Or do I just drop this
little morsel?"  I gripped his foreskin and forced it back
until the head of his penis was revealed.  His hips bucked,
causing his back to slide against my own erection, and my
pre-cum slimed his back.  "Tell me Toff.  Tell me."  I
repeated the action, this time squeezing the head of his
penis through the foreskin as I uncovered it.

"Ugh!"  His breath was hot and the small of his back was
effecting me more than I thought.  I definitely didn't want
to come all over his back.  "Flip. . . suck."  I pulled at
him harder, and started into a slow rhythm, making sure to
apply pressure to the head of his penis at each stroke.

"Suck what, Toff?"  I kissed his head and kept pumping his
little penis.  "Tell me or I might lose my grip here."  His
panting came harder, as did the wiggling of his hips.  I was
afraid I was going to lose control.

Through the panting Toff got the whole answer out.  "Last
one in had to suck the winner's dick."  I picked up the
speed, and Toff panted harder.  Only now I tried to leave
the head exposed so I could apply just a little direct
pressure to it with my fingers.

"Do you want me to stop this now so I can suck it, Toff?  I
have a debt, right?"  His panting was now loud enough that I
would fear waking people if we weren't so fortunate as to be
a mile from other people.  With each breath he took he let
out a little squeal, too.  I smiled, and forgot my own
pleasure, concentrating on teasing him and also giving him
the full treatment.

"Don't stop, Flip!  Don't!"  There was my answer.  I nuzzled
his ear, licked and kissed his neck and sped up the actions
of my hand.  I figured we had just a few seconds left, and I
was in love.  As I placed a last few kisses on Toff's neck I
looked down his body, past his nipples, hard and sticking
out, past the hollow whorl of his navel and down to gaze at
the fiery red head of his penis as it popped in and out of
his foreskin.  My fingers worked his little instrument
faster, and the little piss slit winked at me every lime my
hand thrust down on his penis.  Toff whimpered in my arms,
no longer able to keep a rhythm.  His little cries woke the
glade we were in.  He was seconds from losing his virginity,
from getting an orgasm at the hands of another.  All I could
think was it was a fitting place, on a hill high above a
little village in Lebanon.

Just a few more strokes and Toff shuddered, his body quaking
and his back rubbing my erection furiously.  I slowed and
stopped my rhythm as he went through his orgasm, and
concentrated with all of my might to try and stop my own
penis from erupting.  Then I simply held his genitals cupped
in my palm and held Toff close, rocking him in my arms.  His
lungs heaved and he held his eyes closed as he recovered.  I
smirked to myself -- if he'd given himself as good an orgasm
then he was a very talented boy.  I was proud of what I'd
done for him and in awe at the same time.  What an elemental
power his orgasm held!  What a raw beauty, though not nearly
matching his refined good looks.  This boy had captured me.
In awe, I closed my own eyes and hummed to him some
meaningless song as I rocked him.

It was only a few minutes, but Toff recovered and shifted in
my arms.  His eyes opened and met mine.

"How'd you like it, Toff?"  His eyes just stared, and for a
moment he was speechless.

"If just your fingers are that good, I can't wait for your
lips!  Wow!"  His smile relaxed, and then he craned his neck
up and kissed me full on the lips, his tongue sliding
between mine.  And then I caught sight of my watch.  It was
4:30.  We were going to be late.

I practically spilled Toff onto the ground in my surprise at
all the time our antics had taken.

"Toff, we're going to be late.  Hey, get dressed, OK?"  He
looked around, and then he got up, brushing the dirt off of
him.

"But Flip, yours is still dripping!"  Toff licked his lips
as he stood before me, erect and looking like a fawn just
emerged from the forest.

"Oh, I'll survive, Toff.  Even without an orgasm that was
the best fun I've had in my life."  I grabbed his hand and
pulled him to me, my head at his shoulder as he came to me.
I kissed him there once, then ducked my head down and kissed
the tip of his penis for a quick second.  "We'll take care
of mine later tonight after I have dessert, Toff!  Get
dressed now."  With that I let him go and reached through
his legs for my shorts.  We dressed quickly, and I turned
off the camera and stored it.  When I stood up Toff was
standing waiting patiently, completely dressed again.

"Flip?"  He was biting his lip and seemed a little nervous.

"Yeah, Toff?  You're not feeling bad about that, are you?"
I was suddenly afraid I'd taken advantage, perhaps warping
him forever.

"No!"  He practically shouted it.  "That was the BEST!  I
just wanted to ask you something."  Again he became shy, as
if worried about my response.

"Well, ask away!  I don't think we've got too many secrets
anymore, do we?  I think I saw every inch of your body in
those poses, and I touched almost every inch afterwards."  I
winked at him, hoping to calm his fears.

"Um, it's the pictures I wanted to ask about.  Are we going
to keep them?"  He shuffled from one foot to another.

"Toff, those pictures would get me a few years in jail in
the States if they were ever revealed, but if you want I can
encrypt them, put them on a disk and nobody would be the
wiser.  They would be for your eyes and mine then, is that
OK?"  I didn't want to go to jail, but those pictures, maybe
50 good ones, were something that would warm my evenings
when Toff wasn't around, and I definitely wanted to keep
them.  Still, if he wanted them destroyed, I'd do so in a
heartbeat.  I was under his power, after all.

"No, it's not that.  I know you won't take any risks.  I was
just wondering if I could show them to Badr."  With this
admission Toff blushed, and I wondered if he were aroused
thinking of showing that lustful boy the pictures of
himself.

"That can be arranged, Toff.  But don't be surprised if he
wants to pose.  Heck, he'd do it so fast it would probably
give us whiplash.  And when he does, I don't want you
getting jealous if I look."  I tousled his fine dark hair
and he smiled at me.

"Well, you better not get jealous if I play with his dick,
Flip!"  He stuck his tongue out at me and said, "Pick up the
backpack and let's go.  They're probably waiting for us."

"Boy, are you the bossy one after getting your rocks off!
Have I created a monster?"  We started down the path, my
hand on Toff's shoulder.  He reached up and grabbed it so we
walked hand in hand.  "OK, Toff, it's agreed.  You can do
what you want with Badr, Toff, as long as I get to watch."
I winked at him and we began the climb down the hill to
town.

The climb was quick, but long enough for the glow of sex to
leave us.  Soon we were on the edge of Carredeh with just
five minutes to go before our meeting with Amir, Yassou and
Badr and their special friends.  I squeezed Toff's hands and
he looked up at me with a radiant smile.  This was going to
be a very interesting meeting.