Date: Tue, 10 Dec 2002 19:25:39 +0000 From: Alfie Forever Subject: Toff, Chapter Six 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. This entire story is dedicated to my friends and the moderators and administrators of www.boybliss.net, the best Bulletin Board on the net for men who love and protect boys and for boys in need. To special friends, including my technical editor, who know who they are and have my undying thanks. I am especially grateful to Mikey and Julius, who are undergoing very difficult times. When I began writing on the internet for a boylove audience, Mikey and I were close. He became ill, and then when he recovered we had a falling out. The tragic end to the tale is that Mikey has become ill again, and is likely to die soon. My warmest wishes go out to him, his Adult Friend Den, to Dr. J and to Mikey's little brother, as well as the whole family, who has suffered yet enjoyed the love of this wonderful boy. Mikey, regardless of our past, I love you. This particular chapter is dedicated to Art. He has been my friend for nearly two years, and in recent circumstances in my life he has been very supportive. I thank him much. In addition, I wish to thank every boy online that I know. Joshua, Tyler, Adrien, Mikey, Jackie, Craig, Ryan, Mike, Josh, Chris, Alex, Seth, Brent, Adric, Sammy, Alex, Cody, William, Bryan, Collin and all those I don't even remember. Jackie, Craig, Alex and Joey, too. I hope you are all well, 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. If you have comments, I go by the name of Alfie at www.boybliss.net, and am a frequent visitor there. You may reach me at beanderful@hotmail.com. Toff, Chapter Six We got home in good time. Toff held my hand some of the time, but most of the time the boys played tag and did races around parked cars and other senseless boy stuff. I just walked along enjoying everything. In the last hour and more I'd given Toff a Christmas gift that I hope symbolized our relationship for years to come. We found out a bit more about Hassan and Badr, and while it felt odd seeing them interact intimately in front of us, it didn't seem quite as odd doing the same in front of them. The expression on Toff's face was something I wished I'd captured on camera - he was surprised and pleased and embarrassed all at once when he got his ear pierced at precisely the same moment I sucked him. If you just looked at his face, you would be enraptured by the delightful countenance of a boy. Maybe I could find a way to capture that on pixels before we left. My daydreaming came to a halt when we got to the Bareb home to discover Amir and Yassou hanging out in the front yard. They quickly came over to us, having picked up the soccer ball they were kicking around. Amir spoke up first. "We got here a while ago and nobody's home. Where were you guys?" Toff and Badr shared in recapping the boys on our already very busy day. "Well, I got to the Olive House to wake up Mr. Barker and Mustapha but they were already up, and then Mustapha paid me back for a bargain last night." Badr was talking a mile a minute but it appeared he wasn't going to be very specific there in the front of the house. While he and Toff were talking I herded them all in back and towards the Olive House, though I'd have to figure out something for lunch soon. Toff broke in. "Then we went swimming naked and Anissa showed up and we had to cover up everything, and she made a joke about tying ribbons on our penises. Flip here bet that we wouldn't do it, so Baddie went and found some in the house while we were eating breakfast. Baddie and I have to wear them all day and if we do Flip has to take the penalty." Toff got an evil grin on his face, then at the same time that his hand groped to his crotch, the smile disappeared from his face. "Toff, I'm betting you need that retied?" Toff nodded, and Badr had to make a comment at that point. "Oh, and if it becomes untied only Mr. Barker is allowed to retie the ribbon. He's REALLY good at retying them, too!" Badr started giggling and he, Amir and Yassou started elbowing each other. In the meantime, we were at the Olive house and I opened the door and ushered the whole group inside. "OK guys, you heard about the retying thing. I guess you'll see it a few times today. By the way, Badr, how's your ribbon?" I really didn't want to expose Toff at this point in the game and have him feel singled out, even if the friendships were improving, but it appeared if I followed the rules I would have to do so. Would Amir and Yassou laugh while I retied the ribbon on Toff and fondled him? They were on the way to sit on the edge of the bed, and Toff was sitting in the overstuffed chair. Badr, meanwhile, was reaching down his pants. "Mr. Barker, I think I need to be retied as well." Badr didn't look all that disappointed, but then, he'd seen how I handled it when I retied Toff's ribbon. Badr was likely looking forward to it. Toff, however, looked shy, and I was betting he didn't want to get naked in front of Amir and Yassou, even with Badr joining in. I decided to handle it proactively. "Yassou, Amir? I'm sure you figured out that I'm going to be retying the ribbons on both boys, but considering what you did to Toff the other day, I'll bet he's shy about getting naked in front of you two. So, if you want to watch, drop them now, and for the rest of the day if I have to retie these wile you're around, you'll pull down your pants too, OK? Othwerwise I'm going to have to ask you to leave for a minute or two." I looked at them straight in the eyes, but I also winked. I was hoping they'd take this as their inclusion in the game, and I wasn't wrong. Yassou had a response I wasn't quite expecting, though. "Mr. Barker, what reward do we get at the end of the day?" Yassou wasn't hesitant about showing off, evidently, as he had his hands in his waistband, but it appeared he was going to strike a bargain. "Toff, come here!" Badr evidently decided that if those he and Toff got to figure out my punishment, then they got to figure out the reward for Yassou and Amir. "Oh, and Amir, Yassou, when do you have to go home?" Amir said, "We're meeting Samir and Ali for dinner and I think we get to spend the night." He wasn't the slightest bit curious at Badr's question. The three of us stood there and watched while Toff and Badr figured things out, and it took a bit, with Badr dominating the conversation from the looks of it, though I was pleased to see, at least from the body language, that Toff laid down the law at the end of their little pow wow. It appeared that Toff would take the lead on this one. "Amir, Yassou? If you want to watch when we get our ribbons retied by Flip, then you have to show your dicks each time, and if they aren't hard you have to get them hard. And Baddie and I talked, and we agreed that if you do that each time all day then each of us will kiss your dicks, and you both get to kiss my butt, between the cheeks!" He sort of giggled at the end, like he was embarrassed, but maybe also interested at the thought. Amir decided to be bold. "Will Mr. Barker? And can we kiss yours?" "Amir, we can't be having a boy orgy here before I send you back to be with Ali and Samir. You'd be all worn out! Just a kiss, boy, and I'll add one, too. Now, I have to retie ribbons around two dicks here. You can watch, but like Toff said, you have to show what you have, boys!" I would be denying what I was beginning to understand was a very definite sexual interest in boys if I were to say I wasn't looking forward to this. "You first, Amir!" Amir went first, and it was quick. He unbuttoned his fly and pulled down his jeans and underwear and showed us his skinny little penis. It was hard and a little longer, though skinnier, than Badr's. It was beautiful, sticking straight out and with a head that flared much larger than the shaft. I guess the shaft was the next part that would benefit from his growth spurt. Yassou was a little more hesitant. He drew his pants down slowly. His was an elastic waistband, and he took his underwear down with them. I could see why he hesitated when he finally revealed the prize. While it was thick, Yassou's penis was only a little more than two inches long, even as hard as it was, though it stuck up and hugged his belly, as if to hide. The tension in the room was palpable, or perhaps it was just my beating heart. The scenery was overwhelming me. I had to speak. "Good deal, boys. And you both look to have fine dicks there, too! OK, I'll do some retying here. Badr, come here and stand on this chair!" I pulled the chair out from the desk and motioned for the boys to gather around. "No, don't pull those pants up yet, Amir! I think you have to keep them down the whole time." Badr climbed up with a grin on his face, and I unsnapped his pants and pulled them down. As usual, he had no underwear on, and his little dick wanted to poke me in the eye. I grabbed onto it and had to search in his shorts for the ribbon. "Badr, can't you keep this thing tied?" I winked at him, still holding his little tool with my left hand while I held up the green ribbon. Amir and Yassou crowded in on my left, and Toff on my right. I guess I'd have to put on a bit of a show. I looped the ribbon around Badr's parts again, making sure to caress his balls. His dick was standing proud, and it occurred to me that it would likely be hard all day. Heck, by the end of the day they'd be untying the ribbons just so I'd have to retie them. I wasn't going to argue with that. Two horny boys giving me my end of the bargain while tied to a bed sounded like a whole bunch of fun. After I tied the ribbon I pulled his dick straight out and gave the head a sloppy kiss, and Badr tried to thrust inside my mouth, to which I resisted. "No, Badr, you're not going to get more than a kiss. Not, at least, until you wear that ribbon all day. Now get down. Toff, it's your turn!" While the boys traded places I noticed Amir and Yassou were handling each other. "Amir, Yassou! You guys don't have permission to play with each other! Remember, you're guests in this game. Maybe they'll let you later. Also, I definitely don't want an orgy we can't control here. We've got to get some lunch right after this." They nodded at me, not looking guilty at all. I reached behind and smacked them lightly on the butts. "Did I tell you what handsome boys you are?" They just nodded, then I turned around to see Toff standing on the chair before me. Without further fanfare I reached out and undid Toff's pants. He wasn't blushing much at being the center of attention, and for that I was glad I'd had Badr go first. I pulled down his shorts to discover his penis sticking out of the fly of his boxers, so I grasped it between thumb and forefinger. "He seems a little anxious, Toff!" He giggled and blushed a shade deeper. Down came his boxers, and I carefully pulled them out to avoid breaking off his dick. Yes, it was that hard. When I had them down I took the ribbon from Toff's hand and tied it around him in a nice bow. Those ribbons never wrapped better packages. I turned towards Amir and Yassou. "Did you boys see what was hidden behind this foreskin the other day?" I got two heads shaking "no" in response. The whole room was quiet, and Toff was almost trembling beneath my hand. "Hurry, Flip! I don't want it hanging out all day!" I pulled back Toff's foreskin to reveal the head of his penis. Compared to the others it seemed moister and was definitely softer, given the protective skin. Amir and Yassou were definitely interested, their eyes riveted, and Toff was blushing a little harder. For that reason I gave him a little wet kiss on the end of his dick, causing him to gasp and inhale, and then I pulled up his boxers and shorts quickly. I turned again to Amir and Yassou. "The show is over boys, but those ribbons have been falling off pretty regularly, this will probably happen again. Pull up your pants now." I snapped my fingers in front of their faces to break the trance they seemed to be in. "Come on, we have to get lunch now, boys!" Badr and Toff almost fell on the ground they laughed so hard at Yassou and Amir. Amir pulled his pants up quickly, but Yassou reached down and flicked his little stubby penis back and forth at us a couple times before he did, too. I think maybe Yassou wanted to show off. I was to have four boys with me for the next five hours. My health was at stake if this was just the start. There was so much boyflesh in sight that I risked having pre-cum soak through my underwear and khakis by mid-afternoon. Amir, a little put out at being laughed at, reached up and squeezed my own crotch. "Mr. Barker, I think YOU enjoyed it, too!" I jumped a little when he did it, and he finished with a giggle and his hand pressed to his mouth. "Yeah, Amir, I enjoy it just as much as your Ali. Now, all of you, is there a place maybe in the next village where we can hike and get a sandwich or something? I'd love to get a walk in, and I bet you three make great tour guides." I also hoped that if we were outdoors they wouldn't keep flashing those dicks at me so much. My own dick was loving the look of those waggling penises, as well as the taste of Toff's and Badr's, but if they kept that up all day I'd never be able to keep up, and I wanted to share the majority of my loving with Toff, not with an intense boy orgy. Thankfully, I got three nods in response. Badr, as always, was the leader. (Well, he may not have been the natural leader. That appeared to be Amir. Since Badr knew me better, though, he was stepping forward into the lead role.) "Mr. Barker, we go to school in Barzhayum. It is a little bigger town and is only two or three kilometers over that way. We walk all the time unless it is raining." He pointed in the direction where I first found Toff, the spot where they had tied him up. "They have a little shop that serves grilled lamb and vegetables on pita bread." "First, Badr, I know you are very respectful, but please call me Philip or Phil. I don't want to remind you again. That goes for you two as well. Second, that looks like the direction where you guys played the trick on Toff, so behave or I'll tie all three of you up there. I don't care how cute your dicks are!" I got giggles from all four in response. And we set off. Badr led us across the street and up a short hill. The breeze was light and it was just under 70 degrees. A couple kilometers shouldn't take us half an hour - so we'd be eating by 1:00 pm. Then a walk home and we'd only have a little more time to burn until Amir and Yassou had to go meet their special friends for dinner. I'd finish the evening, I suppose, with two boys delightfully torturing me, though I was looking forward to that. I hadn't, clearly, been thinking about where we were going or about the trail at all when Toff's hand captured mine. We were at the top of the hill and I looked to the right and there was the tree Toff had been tied to. Beyond it was a vista of open fields populated sparsely by goats. There was a goat right by the tree down there while we walked by, and there was a jeep riding along the road. I got a sudden memory of an old movie I'd seen, one I caught on cable once a year or so. It was set in Italy, on the Isle of Capri and starred Clark Gable and Sophia Loren. I ran across that movie when I was 13 or so, and was enraptured with the younger star, a boy with a real-life name of Marietto. The movie was named "It Started in Naples," and the Clark Gable character was named Mr. Hamilton, a Philadelphia lawyer come to Naples and Capri to settle the estate of his frivolous brother, only to find that his brother had fathered a child, young Nando. Loren played Nando's guardian, though I was unclear whether she was his mother. She also sang in a local bar. The plot, as I strode towards the next village, was not what kept me watching this movie every time I saw it on cable. Marietto in the role of Nando is why I watched. Somehow these four boys reminded me of Nando. Sure, Nando was 8 or so in the movie, and he wore short shorts and tight T-Shirts, as were common in 1960 when the film was made. Sure, Nando was Italian and not Lebanese, or half Lebanese in the case of Toff. But those dark good looks were the same. Badr's messy hair reminded me of Nando. Yassou's skinny legs, and Amir's sassy mouth reminded me of him as well. But as I thought of this I realized that my attraction to boys wasn't something I'd discovered with Toff. Yeah, I had that childhood relationship with Tommy, but I must have also watched movies just to see cute boys. Indeed, as I remembered Nando from the film I remembered the scene where he danced with Sophia Loren, wiggling his gorgeous tight butt the whole time. My interest in Nando was more than that he was a gorgeous boy. I realized it was also sexual and it had been all along. Not only that, but for the first time I realized that far into adulthood I had chosen to watch movies merely because of the beautiful boys who starred in them. After all, I was single, so owning a copy of E.T. was a bit odd, but not if I loved boys and thought Henry Thomas looked great in those pajamas. Hey, I always laughed at the "penis breath" line in the movie. I also was enraptured by other boy movies, like Star Wars, Episode One, and The Sixth Sense. I shook my head. Just being around these boys I learned more about myself. I raised my eyes and saw Badr and Amir walking in front of us, their own butts flexing and stretching the fabric of their shorts as we walked. Yassou was further ahead. These little butts bobbing in front of me threatened to send me off daydreaming once more, but I came around as I heard something in Badr's voice. It sounded like he was teasing again. "You should have seen it. I thought Philip was going to kiss Mustapha and then do him right there on the counter!" I guess Badr must have been talking about when we got our ears pierced, and while I certainly remember feeling choked up, I didn't remember much sexual hunger for Toff, at least so it would overcome self-control to that degree. Did I really look so ravenous to Badr? "Badr, it was nothing of the sort! I was pleased to give him a nice earring! See Amir, Yassou? We both have matching emeralds, and Hassan helped us by piercing our ears." I stopped and Toff and I tilted our heads to show off our left ears. It was odd that we did it almost in unison. "Philip, I mean when you distracted Mustapha while he got his pierced. I thought you were going to eat him alive. Anybody could have looked in and seen everything, and you should have seen your face, Philip! It was like you wanted to suck on it forever and not just to distract Mustapha!" Was there a game these boys played -- tease the old guy about how much he likes to suck his boy's dick? I was missing something here. I mean, I sucked Badr this morning, was he forgetting that? "Toff, do you understand this?" I looked down and he looked as lost as I did. "Hold it guys. Stop! I want to talk for a minute." We all halted. I looked down the hill and there was the town of Barzhayum, another small hamlet, but with a lot more bustle in the central square. Badr, Amir and Yassou stopped and turned around and faced Toff and myself. "Explain what you mean, Badr. I'm not sure why it was so funny." I made sure not to sound offended. "Not really funny, Philip. I guess I was just saying how much you looked like you liked sucking Toff's dick, even if it was just for a second or two in the store. I sure know why he didn't even notice when Hassan did the hole in his ear. I mean, this morning when you did it to me you were pretty good! I was sort of teasing Amir and Yassou because the ribbon is slipping right now, and I knew I was going to get a lick or two. See!" With that he opened the front of his pants and showed off how the ribbon was almost off. I rolled my eyes. "Well, Badr, I'm beginning to think you're loosening the ribbon on purpose. How about if I have Amir tie it back on this time? Toff, Yassou will do yours, OK?" I looked down at Toff, and he dug his hand into his crotch. "Yeah, Flip, I didn't notice, but mine is untied, too." He didn't seem to mind that Yassou was going to be tying it, and frankly, I was interested in seeing if Amir and Yassou gave those kisses to the ends of their dicks like I did. "OK guys, let's get behind the tree here and these two can help you tie those ribbons so they'll stay on through lunch." The whole gang of us got behind the tree, and I directed the boys. "Amir, Yassou, you know the deal. You have to pull your pants down first." They obeyed, but whether from the hike or the cool wind, their equipment wasn't erect. They both had what appeared to be tiny penises snuggled up and trying to get the warmth from their bodies. Amir evidently forgot the other rule, and he reached for Badr to help him off with his pants. "Hold it, Amir. Aren't you forgetting something? It's not hard, and the deal was that you had to show it AND be hard before you could watch the dare." Amir and Yassou looked put out and embarrassed that they weren't raging with hormones all the time and were soft. "Badr, Toff, you want to help these two get hard?" I didn't have to suggest it twice. Toff and Badr walked right up and grabbed Yassou and Amir, respectively, in the crotch. They were more rough than I would have been, but they settled down quickly, and I sat down on the ground and watched the spectacle. Somehow there was something very satisfying watching my boy Toff enjoy himself playing with another boy's penis. Perhaps that was the latent guilt still wracking me. Here I was discovering that I was attracted to boys all my life, and in the last two days I had been emotionally and sexually intimate with a decidedly beautiful boy, and perhaps even more sexually intimate with Badr. Toff was supposed to be my special boy, but I think I'd been more physically intimate with Badr, sampling both his crotch and his butt. Those acts, whether caressing Toff to climax, sucking him off, or tonguing Badr's backside were illegal in my country and here in Lebanon as well. Beyond the legal facts of the matter, I'd been imbued with the idea that sexual contact between adults and children was wrong and inherently damaging to the child. No, I wasn't so indoctrinated to think that mere nudity was damaging to the child, but it was very hard to think good of myself when I was participating in much more than nudity with these three boys. While Toff and Badr stood in front of their charges I watched as they manipulated their small penises. They softly stroked their balls and Toff was so bold as to stretch the elastic skin of Yassou's penis until it appeared to be four inches long. The boys quietly giggled and I marveled at what seemed so natural. Here four boys were discovering a kind of fun they could have with each other. I experimented when I was young, but it was never like this, with more than one partner, and certainly not with an adult watching. Tommy and I played dick tag, but sex was one-on- one and usually furtive. Here, at least with these three boys who were now friends of my Toff, sex seemed like a delightful and carefree part of life. Indeed, with Badr and Hassan it seemed the same way. It was more between Toff and myself, though. There was love between us and I was certain it was not just experimentation. Soon Amir and Yassou were standing tall, and I hadn't really taken in how well Badr and Toff had done their jobs, but everyone seemed pleased. They were giggling and switching places, as it was time for Badr and Toff to be ministered to. One thing I discovered is that these boys, at least, seemed to have an endless capacity for this sort of sex play. Maybe all boys weren't like them, but it seemed to me to be a natural appetite that parents and society somehow tried to make sure to suppress. Another vision came to me from my past. I was at Tommy's house and we were at the dinner table. I think we were about 11 or so. Somehow we'd got it into out heads to take the hot dogs out of the buns and suck on them, challenging each other silently to do something so crude that Tommy's Mom or Dad or big sister would notice. I remember almost choking on the hot dog as I stuck it down my throat, and I almost fell off my chair laughing when Tommy picked up an ear of corn with the clear intent of fellating the huge thing. Luckily his Mom and Dad were the kind to watch the news during dinner, and so they never noticed, nor did they notice when Tommy slipped his hand in my pants and jerked me off right at the table. We laughed extra hard later in his room. I hadn't remembered that incident until now while marveling at these boys and their seemingly endless appetite. Unfortunately, I'd missed most of the show while ruminating on old memories from when I was just like them, a horny boy checking out how to use the equipment that hormones demanded they use. I looked up in time to see Amir engulfing all of Badr's penis, and Yassou, watching with one eye, about to do the same to Toff. While I was eager to watch that sort of thing, part of this game with Badr and Toff was to get them so wildly excited and horny by the end of the day that they could hardly contain themselves. Of course, the same would be said of me, I'm sure. "Boys, we don't have time for the whole performance! Maybe you guys can do that stuff tomorrow." Yassou and Amir reluctantly released their grasps. "Now get buttoned up guys, and let's go have lunch." The goat track we'd been following widened as we got nearer to Barzhayum. The boys, finished with fondling each other and now back to goofing off and shoving each other, led the way down the track and into the village of Barzhayum. On the way Yassou couldn't stop talking. "Hey, Amir, you must try Mustapha's. That extra skin is funny. It slides pretty easy up and down and it feels odd." It was like he couldn't quite say what he wanted to. I tried to give him some help. "Like a turtle neck sweater, Yassou, or something like that?" Yassou nodded. "But it was like the skin of the balls almost, loose even when the whole thing is hard. Not like mine or Badr's or Amir's. There's more to play with even if it isn't any bigger." Badr decided to tease now. "Oh, it's bigger than yours, Yassou. Everyone is bigger than yours! Even your little brother's is bigger!" Badr slapped at Yassou's head playfully, and I looked to see if Yassou was hurt by the teasing, but I was proud to see that Toff got there first. "Baddie, it's not nice to tease someone about how their dick looks. Remember, that's what you got in trouble for with tying me up. I liked Yassou's, and I bet Samir likes it, too." I smiled and grabbed both Yassou and Toff in a quick hug, one under each arm. "He's right, Badr. Look at Yassou. He teased Toff along with you other guys but now he thinks Toff's dick is fun and interesting. I think Yassou has a very handsome dick, and who knows how big it's going to get when he grows bigger? One thing, it's the thickest of you four, and thickness matters! Samir likes it, and I bet you guys like it too, right?" I stopped. We were about to climb a rock wall to get on the short road into the village of Barzhayum. They stopped and looked up at me. "I'm not going to let that teasing go, Badr, and I want you to say something nice about Yassou's dick." I looked at him, but it wasn't quite a stern look. I wanted to make sure he knew I wasn't mad, but also didn't want teasing on that subject while I was around. "Well, Philip, Yassou's feels better in my butt than Amir's does, and I think it is because it is thicker. It doesn't reach the spot, and neither does Amir's, at least not like Hassan's does, so it doesn't feel best, but it feels really good." I was shocked speechless. Badr talked about anal sex as casually as if he were talking about his scores in math at school. Amir just stood there nodding, like he knew what Badr was talking about, and only Yassou had the decency to blush. Toff squeezed my hand hard like he couldn't believe he was hearing it. I shook my head again to clear the cobwebs. These couple days in Carredeh were really opening my eyes to possibilities. "Thank you for saying that, Badr. That was very nicely put. OK, boys, let's get to that restaurant!" Amir led the way and soon we were parked in front of a small restaurant, a pita sandwich of lamb and tomato and cucumbers in the hand of each boy and myself, and a large plate of limp fries in the middle of the table. No, they weren't McDonald's fries, as Amir was quick to point out, but boys and fries are a good combination, and we were all happily eating. It was warm enough that we were comfortable, and we had the only table out there. There was little traffic in the street, and that seemed odd to me. I decided to start a conversation. "Hey guys, why aren't there many people out on the streets?" Amir spoke up. "Philip, tomorrow is the first day after the end of Ramadan. Everyone is probably fasting, or sometimes they're afraid to eat in public because they want to make everyone think they are fasting. But that usually doesn't go for kids. Ali and I are going with Samir and Yassou tomorrow to celebrate in Beiruit, I think." Leave it to Amir to have the answers. Badr filled me in more. "Well, I think Toff and I are going to the beach with Hassan and Badr in two days. I guess it'll be crowded, huh? I mean, people will still be celebrating on the 28th, right?" I'd never heard of this Eid al Fitr holiday before, but I imagined it would send people to the beaches. "Philip, there is a three day holiday for the end of Ramadan, and even though we are not celebrating Ramadan, almost everyone else is fasting. That's why we have the restaurant to ourselves. But tomorrow will be a whole lot of partying. People go out to parties in every town for three days, and there are small carnivals all over where people go to have fun." Well, Amir certainly was a font of knowledge. I just hoped the beach wasn't too crowded. Then again, watching a whole bunch of scantily clad boys on the beach might just get me too excited. He munched contentedly, and I decided to fish a little about how these boys got involved with their men. "Amir, you seem to be very talkative. Can you tell us how Ali became your special friend?" It seemed a bold question, but why not ask? We all had the subject of special friends in common, after all. Maybe that's all we had in common, except for liking boy dicks. Amir looked up at me, set down his sandwich, and started to speak. "Philip, when my father joined the militant group my mother disowned him. Hassan heard about it from my mother, who he was in love with when he was just six years old, and introduced me to Ali. Ali used to be Hassan's special friend. He's big and strong and now he's mine!" Amir beamed as if he was the luckiest of all three of the boys. Badr wasn't going to let that go, though. "Hassan is taller! He lifts me up on his shoulders, but he says sometimes I'm getting too big." Badr was proud of Hassan, but it was clear as his voice sank at the end that a boy growing up was a pain both man and boy felt to some degree. "Badr, how did you meet Hassan?" I was curious as to this community which seemed to harbor a nest of men loving boys, and boys evidently thriving because of it. "Oh, Philip. Two years ago my father was going to have to go overseas for a year to become a better doctor. He knew Hassan when he was a boy, and they are very good friends. I think Hassan introduced my father to my mother. Before he left for London he went to Hassan and asked him to make friends with me. We went to the beach every weekend that summer and had a great time and Anissa let me stay over at his house often." Badr was proud about his friendship with Hassan, and talkative as usual. "It sounds like you're very close to him, Badr, and I could see this morning that Hassan loves you. In fact, Yassou, it sure looked like you and Samir are very close. How did you meet?" The boys were eying the last of the fries by this point, and I had the least talkative of the boys now ready to ask my questions. The questions somehow were important to me. I was looking ahead to how my own relationship with Toff might play out, and there was something nagging me that felt uncomfortable. "Philip, I have known Samir since I was a little boy. He worked in the shop that sells fruits and vegetables, and when I was a little boy he always gave me sweets, even during Ramadan. What I really liked were figs, and so he called me fig boy. I learned later that he owned the shop as well as many other properties. My father is a member of the Lebanese Army and he isn't home much, but I do lots of things with Samir." Yassou seemed finished and he scooped the last fry up. "But Yassou, how did Samir become such good friends with Ali and Hassan? I get the sense that you all do things together, right?" It still bothered me how this group of men who loved boys could live so openly in the village, and were even approved of, or so it seemed, by some of the families. I imagined that it was risky, that there were many who would make sure they were arrested if they knew, and so I imagined the men had made sure to be furtive about the whole thing. Ali and Hassan were connected by their former relationship, and Badr had hinted at Hassan and David being involved in the past. But how did Samir work his way into the group? "Do you mean how did Hassan know that Samir and I were playing with dicks, Philip?" Such simple phrases from the mouth of a boy could hold very weighty meanings. I nodded that he was right. "A year ago or so Samir and I had taken a long walk and we were in the vineyard on the other side of the village. We had taken a lunch with us, and when we finished Samir was having dessert." Yassou blushed when he said this, and I imagined that Samir was having a lovely time with Yassou's little fat dick. "Anyway, Hassan came up on his horse and surprised us. I was so scared that I peed when Samir stood up and it got all over him, on Samir's chin and then all over my clothes, and Hassan got off of his horse to say he was sorry. He told us he would go get more clothes for me, and wished us to finish while he was gone. He came back a while later with a pair of shorts belonging to Badr, and he told me I could return them to Badr the next day." "It was funny. Badr and I had played sucking games before that, but neither of us knew the other had a special friend. But we do lots of things together now." Badr nodded, and by the way he was fidgeting in his chair it appeared that either the ribbon had slipped or he and the other boys were tired of quiet conversation. "OK, guys, let's walk back, but I think I might have eaten too much!" I let out with a large belch, causing some serious giggling. I sat for a moment and watched while a belching contest developed. I wanted to think, and while I couldn't get away from these guys (and didn't really want to), I had a plan. Before I could put anything into effect, however, Toff reached over, squeezed my hand and pulled it into his lap. He was hard and he wanted to make sure I knew it. For my part, I wanted a quiet word with Toff, and since Amir, Yassou and Badr seemed to intent on becoming world champion belchers, I bent down to whisper to Toff. "Toff, do you have a ribbon problem?" He looked at me blankly for a second, then he nodded hesitantly. "Badr, can you tell me where the lavatory is?" Badr hardly took his eyes off what he was doing, pointed around the side of the building, and then continued talking wildly and horsing around with Amir and Yassou. Toff and I got up and went around the side of the brick building and in a door with the universal symbol of a man on it. Inside we were faced with a rundown, primitive, but evidently clean facility. On the opposite wall from the door was a trough to piss in. There was a decrepit toilet circa mid-20th century, and a pedestal sink. While everything was clean, this was definitely not the standards of the local McDonald's back home. I suddenly did not want to do something as romantic as touch Toff in this place. And that's when it hit me. The place wasn't the thing, but that we hadn't been romantic in a while. Every time I'd touched Toff during the day someone was watching. During none of the individual instances during the day had it been just Toff and myself. Perhaps that was what was nagging at me. No, during none of the sexual interludes was I nervous at the time, but being alone with Toff seemed to be a need for me, maybe even a hunger. I was confused as to hunger, however. Was I hungry for my love of Toff, or for the love of all of those precious little penises I'd seen. "Toff, get up on the sink and I'll tie you up again, but we're going to have to talk, and I'm not sure how to say everything I need to say." I noticed a bewildered, lost look on his face. "No, Toff, nothing bad. I just want to talk about how much I love you and tell what I'm feeling." Toff had climbed up on the pedestal sink and unbuckled his belt. "And on the subject of what I'm feeling. Is that thing still hard, Toff?" Toff giggled and I moved in and unzipped my prize efficiently. I pulled his dick out of his boxers and slid the green ribbon up and around from where it was lying tangled around his balls. "Toff, what do you think about how this ribbon matches your earring?" I held the ribbon next to his ear and stared. Toff's brown eyes caught a green glow in the light of the fluorescent lamp above the pedestal sink. Toff looked like a God there perched on that sink. His dark hair only accentuated his eyes more, and his glasses gave him a look of mystery. "Forget the earring, Flip. I need a kiss." He had reached down and wiggled his dick at me, drawing down the foreskin to reveal and angry head, and he was grinning with delight and apparent need. Instead of ducking my head to his command, though, I put my hands on both sides of his head and met my lips to his. I gave Toff a passionate kiss. In no time our lips were wet as they mashed against each other, and when he parted his to let my tongue in I was not surprised. I hadn't noticed it outside, but Toff was hot and interested and horny. My tongue took his hint and I thrust it into his eager mouth, explored his teeth, his gums, then tickled the roof of his mouth. I took my time, my tongue moving slowly, but it became clear in moments that Toff wanted more. His breath came panting through his nostrils, and I opened my eyes to see his glasses had fogged, eyes closed tight behind them. I speared my tongue in to find his, and we dueled our tongues for some time after that, Toff struggling to get his tongue into my mouth, and before long I let him and he was humping my mouth with it. He was rampant, and I was happy to let him violate my mouth, so happy that it took a while for me to realize I'd somehow picked him up in the midst of the make-out session and he was humping my belly with his penis. Toff's shorts had slipped down his legs and we must have made quite a sight if someone were to barge in. He was rapidly taking himself to orgasm, though, and I didn't want that. The point of the ribbon, after all, was to keep Toff hard and horny all day long. Reluctantly I pulled my lips from Toff, peeled his body from mine and set him back onto the pedestal sink. "Toff, you dog! I think it's great that you're horny and even better that you want me to help take you over the top here, but the point of the ribbon thing is that you DON'T get off until later. This is sort of like a tickle torture. That ribbon reminds you of your dick all day and it stays hard and the rules say only I can tie it back. That way by the end of the day you and Badr will be all set to do the same kind of tickle torture to me." Toff was still panting as I said this to him and retied the ribbon around his tender parts. I gave him the obligatory kiss down there, but I didn't need to make it near so lascivious as before. Still, he jumped a little when my lips made contact with the base of his penis. I then fished his shorts from dangling off of one foot and pulled them and his boxers up and fastened them. Toff had a dreamy look on his face, as if he was so close to an orgasm that he was almost satisfied, but still wanted more. He looked drunk, if truth were told. Before we left the rest room we both peed, though it was considerably difficult for both of us. We stood before the open trough and Toff stared at my erection while he pointed his own. "Toff, you keep staring at that thing and neither of us will be able to pee, you know." I winked at him. "But, it's just so weird that it gets so hard. I never even touched it and it's as hard as it was last night!" Toff's eyes were wide as he admired my penis. Perhaps he was just astounded at its size compared to the size of his, but he licked his lips slightly as he stared. Maybe he was just cleaning the saliva left on his lips from our kissing session, but I imagined more, and I longed for him to kiss my penis, to engulf it in his little mouth, to make love to it. Damn! I'd never pee this way! "OK, Toff, zip up. We'll pee on the way back. Besides, I want to talk with you some so I'm going to ask the boys to go ahead of us and give us some privacy for a while. We'll pee on the trail after we give these things a chance to go down." I zipped up, and then I rubbed his butt affectionately a little while he did zipped up. We exited the rest room and walked around to see all three of the other boys sitting on the edge of their seats waiting for us. "What took you so long?" Badr asked. He sported a leer on his face, and Yassou and Amir had matching smiles. I answered him quietly so just the four of them could hear. "Oh, guys, I just had a little bit of a bashful bladder. Hey, let's get out of here and head back to Carredeh. It's 2:00. I'd like to get in a little exercise. How about we play a little soccer in that field where we saw the goats?" I figured a little misdirection might be in order to keep Badr from shouting something out in front of the growing crowd in the restaurant. I got three nods and they all got off their chairs and we headed across the street, but not before Amir got off a shot. "Well, you probably got a chance to practice with balls a minute ago, Philip, but you have to remember you'll get called for `hands' when we play with a proper soccer ball!" The whole group giggled and Toff blushed a little, and by the time they were finished jostling each other and making even more crude cracks we were on the trail and headed out of the village of Barzhayum. I wanted time to talk with Toff, so I halted our little parade for a moment. "Guys, can you three go ahead? I want a little man and boy talk with Toff. You know, Badr, we still have to get to know each other. Hey, we'll only be a half an hour, then I'll even join for some kicking around the football, ok? You can show the old man a thing or two then." All three nodded their heads. This wasn't something they were going to leer at, at least I hoped. After all, they each had special friends and probably knew the value of time together. I was wrong, of course. "That is fine, Philip. We will meet you in the goat meadow. Careful you don't get called for illegal use of hands on the balls!" They all scampered up the trail giggling about Toff and I, and I reached for Toff's hand and we strolled up the hill ourselves. The boys ran ahead of us as Toff and I slowly climbed the hill and I thought to myself about what I wanted to say. I wanted to say all about how I loved him, and how I wanted our interactions together to be romantic, and how I thought that while I liked Badr and all, that I especially loved when we were together and I was kissing Toff and holding him in my arms. But before I could get the courage to get a word out Toff beat me to it. "Flip, do those guys play with each other's dicks all the time?" I detected that we were going to have a serious conversation. I had wanted to talk to him about having reservations about sexual activity with him, and especially with he and Badr together, but it seemed that Toff was going to approach the subject his way. Since I hadn't known how to approach the subject, I was relieved. "Toff, I'll bet they go at it pretty regularly. It seems that because of their relationship with Hassan, Samir and Ali, they see nothing wrong with playing around that way. Frankly, before I came here I wouldn't have thought there was any group of people, even a little village, that seemed to accept such sexual relations with boys, but the more I'm seeing things around here, the more it seems lots of people treat it as if it's natural." I tightened my grip on Toff's hand. "You know, Toff, sometimes it's a lot of fun watching them play around. I just love it when they play the games and stuff and poke each other. I guess when I was a boy Tommy and I started our sex play with games. It started when we played strip poker when we were a little younger than you. Then when we were both naked we dared each other to do stuff. I guess playing around like that is pretty natural." I remembered those games fondly. We even had Tommy's brother Neil in a game once when we were 13, but he was so much littler than us that he got embarrassed and called off everything after we got to the naked stage. I guess it was shortly after that Tommy and I lost interest. Rather, we transferred our interest to girls. Whether we began to like girls because we were expected to was something I'd never considered until now. "Flip, are you kidding? What kind of dares?" Toff was looking up at me like he was eager and interested. Also, I suspect my admissions about what I did at his age made our own sexual activity seem normative. "Well, we had rules, I think. Let me see if I remember. We put a whole bunch of things to do on slips of paper and then put them in a hat. They said things like `lick loser's balls for thirty seconds,' or `run to the bathroom naked,' or `winner gets sucked for one minute,' or `masturbate loser with your toes' or even a couple about kissing or just looking. I remember Tommy put one in that said the winner fucked the loser's butt, but we couldn't ever stop giggling long enough to get it to work, Toff. I think if we had Badr playing with us he would have had us slick each other up with our tongues, don't you? These guys know what they are doing, don't they?" Toff smiled but clearly the gears were turning. "Flip, would you mind if Badr and I did something like that tonight? You know, the slips of paper?" He grinned now, but he was on edge. I wondered if Toff was feeling the same thing I was, a little edginess about playing with anyone other than each other. Or maybe it was the opposite. If it was a game with Badr, then it seemed fine to do, but I wanted romance very badly, with just Toff and myself. Still, maybe the games made things easier emotionally for Toff. Maybe he just wasn't ready for all the mushy stuff. Still, I had to be honest with him. We wore the same earring and would be together forever, I hoped, at least with me as a supportive good friend for Toff, if not in closer and more intimate connection. I guess I thought he deserved to know my inner feelings. "Toff, if you and Badr want to play a game tonight with me as the object of your torture, that's fine with me. But come here a minute." I pulled him off the side of the trail and sat myself on a rock. "Toff, doing stuff with you and Badr at the same time is fun, but I need to be with just you a lot, too. Not just in sex ways, but also to get to know you. I wasn't kidding by giving you that emerald. I want us to be close from now until you decide you don't need me anymore. Maybe when you're forty or so, buddy." I winked at him and poked him in the nose. "So, we can do the sex stuff with the three of us, but could I have some kisses before bed, too?" I looked Toff in the eye and hoped he understood my intent. I didn't go so far as to say that there were kinds of play with Badr that I'd rather reserve for my Toff alone. To be totally honest, I had to tell him everything. "Toff, one more thing, if that's alright. There are some sex acts I'd like to reserve doing with just you. I guess you and I can talk about what those would be. Maybe Badr is an exception, though. He taught us that butt thing, right? And we both liked that." I wasn't saying it right. I wanted Toff to know he was special, and even that I felt uncomfortable going too far with any of the other boys, but I wasn't sure how to say it. Toff read me well, though. "Oh, Flip, some of the stuff scares me, and it's like a thrill goes through me and stuff. It makes me excited and also scared and it's very confusing. I guess if it's part of a game sometimes that if feels OK, especially when the other guy is going to do it, too. I was a little jealous though when you were sucking on Badr." He giggled in remembrance of our little ambush of Badr this morning. "We got him good, though, didn't we?" "That's what I mean, Toff. If it's a game and we are surprising Badr, or if you guys are competing or something, then I don't feel funny at all. It's just that if there were two little boy dicks in front of me and I had to make the choice of making love to one of them, then I'd kick Badr out of the house and ravage you to an inch of your life." I tickled him a little, digging my fingers into his sides and making him squeal happily, even though I was serious. I'm pretty sure he knew I was serious, but sometimes it was hard to keep my hands off of Toff. It took a couple for his giggles to die down, and then Toff's expression sobered up. He looked me full in the eyes with only a glance to make sure my fingers weren't going to make another attack. He was panting. "If you want to keep adjusting this ribbon, you should keep it up with the tickling, Mister!" He groped himself obscenely and winked at me, but his expression sobered again quickly. "So let's make a deal, Flip. Put out your hand!" I stuck out my hand ready to hear the deal we were going to shake on. "We can do the sex stuff together alone and we can kiss whole lots. I want that, too. When Badr is around we can do it if it's part of a game, but I'm not sure about that butt stuff. The kissing it wasn't so bad, but, well. . . Also, I don't want you wasting those good kisses on Badr. Do those sound like good rules?" He held his hand out to shake but he wasn't as confident as when he first thrust it out there. "Sure, Toff," I said. We shook hands, and then he switched hands and we continued up the hill with his hand in mine. We could barely make out the other boys near the top of the rise, and it looked like they were already kicking the soccer ball around. We'd only gone ten paces or so when Toff stopped me again. "Flip?" His voice was higher than usual. I detected that Toff may be a little strained. Heck, we'd openly talked about our sex with each other for the first time. That was quite a hefty subject, especially for an eleven year old in a culture where doing stuff with other males, much less an adult male like me, carried quite a stigma. What was it Miriam had said about Toff maybe being gay? God, maybe he was and it was sinking in or something. I didn't know how to deal with this stuff. "Yeah, Toff, I'm all ears." I rubbed my hand through his hair and them knelt down so I was on the same level as he was. "Flip, does doing the sex stuff with you and Badr mean that I'm gay or something?" He didn't seem particularly broken up about it. Concerned, maybe. He seemed concerned but not overly so. Shoot, I should just stick to trying to answer the question rather than to interpret his looks. Those looks too often engulfed me and made me melt, I'd become so fond of his beauty. I waited a few more moments and then went into what was likely a very lame answer. "Toff, I believe that lots of boys experiment when they're your age and maybe even continue for five or six years. After that, there's no telling what kind of orientation they can end up with. I suspect you'll end up experimenting with girls, too." I thought for a moment. "Look at David, Toff. He played around a lot with Hassan when he was little. Now he's married twice and has a little boy of his own. I guess he isn't afraid Badr will turn gay, and I'll bet he knows what Badr and Hassan do together. Heck, they do a lot more than you and I do. Toff, my best friend Tommy and I played together several times a week for a couple years and we both turned out liking women." There, the coup de grace on that argument, or so I thought. I looked up and caught a smirk spreading across Toff's face. "Yeah, sure you like girls, Flip! You've sucked two boys off in the last twenty-four hours and you say you like girls?" Toff poked at me teasingly, but there was some seriousness to what he said, too. I gave as good as I got in the poking department, and we had another little gigglefest, but when we slowed down I tried to answer the serious part of his teasing remarks. "You know, Toff? I've never been attracted to an adult man. Well, by the time Tommy and I split up he had the body of an adult, and I loved that him very much. But my point is that I don't think I'm homosexual or bisexual. In fact, during the past few years I haven't been very sexual at all. Maybe I've been working too hard. You woke something up in me that I thought was frozen or something. Shoot, I think I've had more erections around you and Badr in the last two days than I've had in the last six months." I rubbed Toff on the head for a minute and looked in his eyes as I paused. "Toff, I think I needed to find love for me to get horny again, and I think for me that has nothing to do with whether I'm gay or straight or maybe just like little boys." I winked at this last bit. I also pulled Toff into a big hug and kissed him behind the ear. "Toff? I love you lots and I'm not ashamed of telling you, even if I could go to jail for it. And it's not just that cute little dick of yours. So for me, it's not about being gay or queer or straight or anything else. It's all about being in love." We sat there for a few moments, quiet as can be on that hill in Lebanon with the sun going down. I was pleased with what I'd told Toff, about loving him, about being gay. I was content there hugging him as the wind picked up on that fine day. This was the heaven I thought I'd never have, to love someone with my whole soul and to be loved back, and in addition, to help raise him to adulthood, being a strong and positive influence in the life of a boy. After some moments Toff pulled back and stared at me, then he stuck out his tongue. "Don't be so mushy, Flip! You'll make me lose my lunch, and I like lamb!" Toff shoved me, but it was pretty clear he was just teasing, as usual, I guess. You can't expect boys to get all mushy like that, can you? "Last one to the top has to suck a goat's dick, Flip!" And Toff tore off up the hill. I wasn't in bad shape, and I certainly didn't want to suck a goat's dick, so I scrambled after him, and the race was close. I'd guess it was just about three hundred meters, and Toff had the lead the whole time, then at the end I caught him and lifted him into my arms and staggered up to the others. "I guess I won, huh Toff?" I grinned, but I was much too tired to talk any smack at the boy, so I just let him down easy. "Baa, baa!" I thrust my pelvis out at him after I set him down and continued making sounds like a goat. Toff laughed, but he also blushed, perhaps not wanting to explain the joke in front of the others. "Toff, Maybe you want to play soccer for a while with these guys while I rest my bones a bit?" I started to look for somewhere to sit down. "Rest your bones! No way old man, you're coming out here and play some, too! Amir, kick the ball to Flip or he's going to pussy out on us!" Toff ran ahead towards Badr and Yassou, and I fielded the pass from Amir and started dribbling across the field towards the tree where Toff had been tied just two days before. The boys either tried to steal if from me or tried to tackle me, and for the next hour it was all I could do to catch my breath. Luckily, those green ribbons, now getting soaked with sweat, fell off a couple times, so all soccer stopped while Yassou, Amir and I took turns tying them back, with the accompanying kisses, of course. By the time we finished with the soccer we had five sweaty guys lying on the ground. Every once in a while someone would get up and kick at the ball, but they were more likely to reach out and grope each other. I got more than my share of handfuls of ass and crotch, and I certainly got groped by all four boys. At one point they were all over me and trying to strip me. If this weren't in a pasture overlooking the road to Carredeh, I might have let them. Finally, though, it came time to go home. The sun was starting to go down on this 26th of December, and I had the duty of feeding two of these boys, or at least it was likely, what with Jamila being in the hospital. I got the boys to their feet. As usual, Toff took my hand as we all walked down the hill joking and laughing. And as usual, the joking centered on farts and dicks and butts. These boys may have been more advanced sexually than four similar boys in small town USA, but they were just boys in very many ways, especially as concerns potty humor. When we arrived at the Bareb house their car was still gone, so I took the boys around to the Olive House. We all went inside for a moment. "Badr, Toff, say your goodbyes to Amir and Yassou. I'll be leaving you two here for a bit myself, and I expect you to take showers. Toff, if you need some paper and a pen they're in the drawer just under my laptop, OK?" I had remembered him wanting to make slips of `commands' for my little torture later. "Oh, Toff, you and Badr won the challenge by keeping those ribbons on, so you get to put me through my reward. So while I'm out with Amir picking up dinner for us at Ali's restaurant, you guys can plan things out. Amir, are you headed to see Ali now?" "Yes, Philip. You can walk with me. May I recommend dinner for all of you? Or maybe Ali has some good ideas. Yassou is going to meet Samir there, too, so we can all walk together." We sidled to the door. "Remember, Badr and Toff. Showers, and no monkey business unless I'm around to watch!" I winked at the two of them, already whispering and starting to conspire. "Come on, Amir, Yassou. Let's get to the village." Yassou wasn't having it so quick. "Philip, I think we were promised kisses before we left. Badr and Toff were each supposed to kiss each of our dicks, and so were you. Are you going to keep your promise?" While he said it he had his hand down his pants, and from the look in Yassou's eyes he was definitely ready. I was decidedly NOT ready. In fact, I was waiting with a feeling not unlike trepidation about the no doubt delicious torture that was awaiting me after dinner from Toff and Badr. I felt some bit of guilt, or just unsettled emotions over participating in sex with both of them at once, and here were two boys who wanted their dicks kissed. How would I ever stop things from becoming an orgy? Maybe I could ask Ali for his advice when I went to pick up some food for dinner. Whatever I decided for the future, though, we had promised had promised those kisses earlier, and keeping promises was important to any boy. And it wasn't like this was going to traumatize Amir and Yassou. On one thing I thought I could rest easy: these Lebanese boys were not being molested. They seemed to thrive on these games, though I hadn't seen them yet in a situation where it was clearly more than a game, I had seen that they were very attached to their special friends. Perhaps their situation was much like what I hoped for with Toff and I. It may even be that Hassan, Samir and Ali also had this inner turmoil of the boys pushing towards orgy all the time and wanting to hold back, like me, for the romantic moments with just that special boy. "OK, but let's get this over quickly. I want to get to the restaurant and back here. Yassou, you first. What do you say to ten seconds from each of us? Amir, you count. Yassou, sit on the bed and drop those drawers and get prepared." I looked to Badr and Toff, who had evidently forgotten this promise. "Who's first, boys?" I looked to Toff and Badr to see which of them would step forward. Yassou had his shorts and underpants lowered by then, and his stubby penis jutted out between his skinny thighs. There wasn't that much there to kiss, but what Yassou had was as hard as steel and flared an angry red on the end. Either he came to attention quickly or he'd been thinking about this for a while. Badr had volunteered to go first, and Toff wanted last. I didn't have to prod Badr at all as he stepped forward, lowered his head between Yassou's spread thighs and proceeded to kiss and tongue Yassou's scrotum. Ten seconds is a long time if we measure by the rapture on Yassou's face, but it wasn't long before I tapped Badr on the shoulder. "You're time is up, Badr. Looks like you got the balls pretty good. Does that mean I get the shaft and Toff gets the tip?" I winked at him and turned towards Yassou for my turn. "Or, Yassou, I could just kiss your lips if you want." Teasing in this situation seemed a must. Yassou responded well by thrusting his hips at me. I bent and offered my devotion, sticking my tongue out and devouring his shaft with sloppy kisses. His shaft was so short it was almost covered completely by the scar of his circumcision, so his wasn't the smooth shaft once expects on a boy. There was instead a whole lunar surface to explore, and I did so, heedless to the copious flow of saliva I deposited there. Toff tapped me on the shoulder, and he had an alarmed look in his eyes, which were fixed on Yassou. With my head in the way the only way they could gauge my progress was by looking at Yassou, and he reminded me of Bernini's Theresa of Avila as God's soul spoke to her. I'm not sure Yassou could show more joy or ecstasy. I'd read something once by the semiotician Jacques Lacan about that particular statue being about both her perception of God's soul and also about her standing at the peak of orgasm, `jouissance' in the French, and for that moment watching Yassou I understood what Lacan was getting at. "You're up, Toff. Focus on the head and you'll make him scream, I bet." I stopped myself. I was giving advice on blow-jobs to a boy! What in the world had this vacation come to? Toff wasn't hesitant for his part. I moved to the side so I had a look at both Yassou's face and a peek at Toff's lips, and I was rewarded with a sight that made me throb in my own pants. Toff was not sucking, but instead slowly and rhythmically licking the glans of Yassou's penis, and Yassou's eyes were going wide. As the seconds ticked off Yassou moved his hands to the side and near the bed attempted to push himself off the bed trying to imbed himself in Toff's mouth. I was struck by a vision of my own penis in Toff's mouth, and while I tapped him on the shoulder signifying his turn was over, I had to adjust the hardness in my pants. "OK, button up those shorts, Yassou. That's all you're getting here. I hope it was enough!" I winked at him ruffled Yassou's hair, and the boys all made off-color remarks behind me. "Sure Philip, I can finish this later in Amir's butt!" He slapped at that particular boy part as Amir moved to take the position. Amir quickly dropped his own trousers to reveal his slim three and a half inches. It was no surprise that those inches were standing tall. I just wanted to get this over. Oh yes, the taste of sweaty boy was wonderful and if my conscience weren't nagging me I might throw myself into this with abandon. But I remained conflicted and I still couldn't define it. Not the least, I wondered why these boys were so open to me. Toff was my special boy, but why were Badr, Amir and Yassou so eager for the sex play with an American stranger. I silently set that issue as yet something else to ask Ali. For now, Amir's insistent penis was waiting. "I want to go first this time!" Toff was getting horny, I could tell. His hands were adjusting himself, and when he pulled them out of his pants he brought out the green ribbon at the same time. I hoped nobody wanted to use those ribbons later. They were so suffused with boy sweat and boy musk that they'd never get clean with any amount of washing. If I had my say, though, those ribbons would never be washed. I imagined framing them and mounting the resultant picture in my study as a reminder of this wonderful trip to Lebanon, a trip that looked to be a turning point in my life. "Then do it, Toff!" I encouraged him to go ahead with it, but the routine wasn't the same this time. Toff repeated his performance, softly licking the head of Amir's dick. After ten seconds he was replaced by Badr, who enveloped the head of the little, skinny dick in his own mouth, and appeared to swirl his tongue around it time and again. Amir was having a great time, his eyes closed and his face pointed to the ceiling. I tapped Badr on the shoulder as his time was up. Amir jumped a little as Badr moved away, and I replaced the boy and engulfed Amir fully in my mouth. I applied suction slowly as I backed off until only the head remained in my mouth, then sucking hard I bobbed on Amir slowly, perhaps once per second. By the third bob Amir's hands were in my hair clutching me and his panting was drowning out other sound in the room. But, alas, ten seconds is ten seconds, and I lifted off of him as Toff tapped my shoulder. I rose slowly and watched Amir's penis twitch as I backed away. No, we hadn't taken him all the way, and I was reasonably certain Ali would handle that task later, unless Yassou beat him to it. "OK, Amir, pull up those pants and buckle up. You've got to lead me to Ali's restaurant. And didn't you say you had suggestions for the main course? I think the appetizers were quite good, didn't you enjoy them, Toff, Badr?" I turned and winked. "Yeah, little hot dogs! All we're missing is the sauce!" Toff was getting in the swing of things with the teasing, that was for sure. But did he understand how the mention of `sauce' made my own penis throb? Perhaps he did. Perhaps that was the point of their torture of me later, to milk me of my sauce. "Pipe down boys! I'll be back in, I don't know, maybe an hour? I want you both to have a shower by then. Badr, can you make up that little table there for dinner, and can you get some silver and napkins from the house? Pour me a large glass of water, too. Should I get a bottle of wine?" I turned to Amir and Yassou, still adjusting themselves in their pants. "Come on, guys. Let's head out." We headed out the door only after I leaned down and gave Toff a kiss in the middle of the forehead. "Back soon, Toff! Save some for me, OK?" "Some of what, Flip?" "Some of this, Toff!" I reached around behind him and gave his butt a squeeze and then released it. With this last whisper in Toff's ear I left with Amir and Yassou, out of the Olive House and down the road to the village in the darkening sky. End of Chapter Six