Date: Tue, 12 Feb 2019 17:24:16 +0100
From: Alan Ingram <alansimoningram@gmail.com>
Subject: De Vallois Private School

De Vallois Private School.

I noticed him on the first day, of the first term, the first time he walked
into De Vallois Private School. His name was Valentine Boudreaux of
Louisiana French extraction. Slightly feminine and a little fay, I
immediately had him down as homosexual. He'd had, apparently, a difficult
childhood but here is not the place to delve into this. He was breath
takingly beautiful. Pretty, even. Long, very floppy fair hair and the face
of an angel with the most perfect, if pale, milky skin, pale blue eyes and
long eyelashes he could flutter seductively. He was neither tall nor short
but, as all boys do, he'd grow. What I was not to know, but would reveal
itself as the years passed, was of his wild and variable tastes in sexual
proclivity, totally belying his angelic, coy and innocent looks. Right now
he was too young to be of any real interest. I like younger people but I am
not a paedophile.

Me? I am head of Sport and French.  I am 6 feet tall, preppy and with a
very fit body to be proud of, although God was not overly generous in the
penis department. I was good looking without being truly handsome. Single
and bisexual, mainly gay, I kept my private life just that. Private.
Nonetheless, my interests and desires were occasionally fulfilled. I had
already tried many sexual practices, some of which might be called deviant.
Some I liked, some, I did not. Those I did not sometimes satisfied my
voyeuristic tendencies without participation.

I rather liked our school uniforms. Beautiful mid blue blazers with the
school crest and the 1st to 3rd years in pale grey short trousers and long
yellow socks with highly polished dress shoes. 4th to 6th year students
wore the same but for long trousers and red socks. Boudreaux looked very
fetching in his uniform set off with his lovely blond hair but I can't help
but wonder how he'd obtained such overly tight short trousers. He managed
the same for his all white gym kit of vest, shorts and long socks.

I had watched his development through the early years. He was bright and
good at French but not at all sporty. He was incredibly shy, easily
embarrassed and would blush at the drop of a hat which I found endearing.
He definitely appeared to dislike being seen naked and was always last into
the showers after gym and always the last out, seemingly, to avoid being
seen, nude. In French, he always had a seat at the front. His pronunciation
was good and he was a fast learner earning him my admiration. Like many of
the boys, he often shoe played in class, kicking them off and on but also
playing discrete socked footsy with the boy next to him. This used to
distract me no end as, I must confess, I have quite a fetish for socks.  If
called to the front of class to recite, Boudreaux would often pad up,
shoeless, in his long yellow socks causing a definite swelling in my
crotch. On one occasion, I was shoeless, too, wearing ice blue socks which
he managed to touch with his own warm socked feet sending a bolt of
electricity to my nether regions. Deliberate or accidental? I didn't
know.......at that time!

I must own up, here, to having played around with a sixth former named
Davis. Tall, dark and handsome, he appeared very straight but was also a
bisexual with a matching sock fetish. We enjoyed many discrete encounters
involving sock sniffing, kissing, licking and penis masturbation with
socked feet. Padding back to my room in cum soaked socks was a delight. I
once had the pleasure of a threesome with him and his girlfriend, a simply
stunning 19 year old of north American red Indian origin. Her exquisite
coloured skin, long jet black hair, dark eyes and huge, hairy bush really
did it for me. I have a belief that everyone should try everything just
once. I am sure it helps with finding out just who and what you are and be
more tolerant into the bargain. My concern for Davis was that he also,
rumour has it, a propensity for the younger boys in our school whether they
wanted to play or not, something which could have him expelled and/or
arrested! I also heard that he had his eyes on Boudreaux.

Boudreaux was popular but, mainly, kept himself to himself. Out of school
hours he would dress rather flamboyantly. If I told you pink t shirt,
matching socks and pale blue shorts, you'd get the drift.  I thought it was
cute but it did make him stand out! By now a third year pupil, rumours had
started to circulate. Apparently, Boudreaux had been seen walking the
extensive school grounds naked, but for socks, late at night and,
apparently, enjoying sexual favours from other boys. I was disinclined to
believe any of this but, boy, was I wrong! My first indication of this was
during a gym class I was taking. Totally out of character, he was cheeky
and had grabbed another boys crotch causing the boy considerable
discomfort. Behaviour such as this was punishable and, in a school where
corporal punishment was still permitted, a spanking was to be the order of
the day. I ordered Boudreaux to bend over the vaulting horse having lowered
his shorts. As underwear was not permitted for gym, I was faced with a
rather delectable, peachy ass that I'd rather have tongued than
spanked. What I couldn't see but the class could, was that, as my hand
spanked him, he had become erect. Worse still and humiliating, for him, was
that on the twelfth spank he ejaculated letting out a huge moan of
delight. I was the one who was now embarrassed for causing his pubic
orgasm!

This event went round the school like wildfire and Boudreaux seemed to take
much pleasure at my discomfort. He occasionally had a glint in his eyes
when they caught mine that left me most disconcerted. There was much more
to this young man than I could ever have imagined and this was to, start to
reveal itself on a hot summer's night in his third year. Unable to sleep, I
decided to go for a run through the grounds. I wore only shorts and white
socks. It was, after all, a hot night and the grounds were mainly grass
covered. What I was to stumble across was a situation of fantasy that even
my mind could not have imagined.

My run towards the wooded area was, without trying, totally silent but, as
I neared the trees, I could hear sounds that I could not determine. It was
a cloudless night with an exceptionally bright full moon. Slowing to
walking pace, what confronted me both excited and concerned me. There, on
the ground, was Boudreaux naked and wearing black stockings, staked, face
down, with his arms and legs outstretched and he was blindfolded. My
instant thought was to plunge in and help the poor boy until I noticed a
naked girl wearing what I presumed to be his long yellow socks. It wasn't
just ANY girl but Davis' red Indian girlfriend. I watched, mesmerised, as
she moved a dildo in and out of his ass while she fingered her hairy
pussy. She would occasionally move to his head and stand on his long hair,
rub her socked feet on his face and sit and force his mouth, lips and
tongue into her huge, hairy bush and labia. What stopped me was hearing
Boudreaux's moans of ecstasy. He was enjoying this?

Of further surprise was the arrival of a naked, erect Davis wearing only
his red socks. Not only did he do to Boudreaux what the girl had done, he
made the boy suck him and then Davis fucked him and I mean FUCKED
him. Then, assumingly having ejaculated into the boy, Davis simply took his
Indian beauty by the hand and walked away having her put the boy's socks
back on him and the stockings on herself. What should I do? I was still
unsure as to whether this was an act of mutual consent or sexual
molestation and rape. I decided that I was duty bound to go to Boudreaux's
assistance but on getting closer could hear moans of delight, not
discomfort, as he ground his crotch into the grass. To my shame, I took
advantage of his predicament.

I stood on his socked feet with my grass stained white socks which startled
him. "Who's that?", he cried out. I remained silent, removed my shorts
allowing my erect penis to spring loose. I rubbed his exposed balls with my
socked feet and, pushing further, up, along his erect penis. Then I knelt
down, deeply tongued his hot hole and plunged my cock into his spermed,
pre-lubricated hole. Yes. It was without consent, so I raped him. Not that
you'd know by the ecstatic moans and groans emanating from his mouth. As I
fucked him, our socked feet would writhe together and I found myself both
stroking and pulling his beautiful long hair. Then, I kissed him. That, I
think, was my mistake along with my sweaty body odour which he was to
recognise.

Post ejaculation, I withdrew and walked away slowly and quietly but knowing
I couldn't just leave him like that. I walked, quietly, away and then ran
towards him, breathing heavily as if coming upon him for the first time and
shouted, " Oh, my God! What's going on here? " He recognised my voice
immediately. "Oh, Sir, it's not what you think" He could not in his wildest
imagination know what I was thinking! I untied him and removed his
blindfold. He turned over to reveal that he was still erect. "Explain
yourself!", I demanded.  He told me that the scenario he didn't know I'd
just witnessed was of his design, that he was a willing partner and was
`exploring' his sexuality. I was lost for words but then said that he
should get his clothes, dress and return to his room. He had no clothes!
They were in his room! I explained the extreme risk in what he was doing
and he said that risk was partly the reason he did it.  I asked him to
elaborate and was quite taken aback at what I heard. It seems there was not
much that young Boudreaux was NOT into. Yes. He was shy and easily
embarrassed but got off on exposure, exhibitionism and humiliation. Adding
a 24/7 hard on to the equation merely exacerbated his sexual desires. He
also revealed his bi-sexuality, a taste in cross dressing and practices of
both a masochistic and sadistic nature. Was there anything this boy was not
into and all at such a tender age? I stirred coffee with mine until I was
14!

Somehow, I had to get him back to his room, naked as he was, but unseen. "I
can't be seen with you naked and erect" I said.  "Oh, Sir", he said in his
sweet, innocent boyish voice. "You'll do better than that. You are going to
sniff my socks. I am going to sniff yours and then you are going to suck me
dry!". "I'll do no such thing!", I exclaimed. "Oh, Sir. You WILL and much,
much more. You see, I know it was you who fucked me the second time by your
smell and breath and we wouldn't want that to get out, would we? Anyway, I
have your sperm in my ass!" The manipulative little fucker! I was going to
be damned if I did and damned if I didn't.  With choices limited, I removed
my shorts, as instructed, and knelt down to service Boudreaux's beautiful
long yellow socked feet. It had the, genuinely, undesired effect of
inflating my penis, again, which he rubbed, sensuously with his other
socked foot. The little bastard was going to get me off! How did he know
that this was my `thing'? However, it was not to be that simple as his
socked foot increased pressure on my balls and dick. "You'll not cum" He
stated. "Now. Suck me off!".  I must admit that I took to this with far
more pleasure than my nerves should have allowed. All the time he groaned
and moaned and tenderly played my woody with one yellow socked
foot. Without warning, he grabbed my hair, rammed his cock into my throat
and shot volleys of sweet boy cum down it.  When his post cumming heavy
breathing had subsided, he said, "Now you can escort me back to my room but
leave your shorts here" This was a command not a request. I had no choice.

He was bold and chose not to be hidden by trees and also held my hand as we
walked. Both naked in socks but I still had an erection. I was truly in
fear and trepidation of being seen yet my erection would not subside.
Somehow, we got to his room unseen where my `ordeal' was not to end. "Come
in", he said and locked the door behind us. "Now. Sit on the floor with
your legs as far apart as you can get them" Feeling unable to decline, I
complied. He then stood on my erect penis with a, by now, grubby soled
socked foot. It was at that moment that I discovered pain and pleasure
simultaneously and instantly came. "You can go now but I have more, lots
more planned for you!".  What was I to do?! I was in fear of exposure, job
loss and imprisonment. I was trapped yet I wanted to be there. And
Boudreaux knew it!!

It turned out that he had something on Davis, the red socked 6th former and
his girlfriend. In fact, he had lots on many of the boys at De Vallois
school which he used to satisfy his sexual lust. There is good news. He
remained very discreet and reasonably cautious, (as did others over whom he
held power), which made me feel much more secure. It also helped that
Boudreaux was about to enter the fourth year, get into long trousers and
red socks, (my favourite), and become `legal'.  I remember the first time
we kissed. It was of his initiation and simply made me melt. Yet never did
he actually become what you'd call `loving'. He remained almost aloof and
quite detached despite how sexually passionate he could be. I learned my
place. We had many encounters of a hugely varying sexual nature, both alone
and with other pupils. As time passed, he seemed to lean more towards
passivity, rather than dominance. He'd, apparently, always enjoyed being
spanked and could now cum hands free if spanked hard enough but now wanted
to be whipped, as well. Who was I to argue with a young man who grew ever
more beautiful by the day?

There was one occasion when I was, (pleasantly), shocked to see him
shopping in the nearby small town dressed as a girl. His own long,
beautiful, flowing blond hair precluding the need for a wig and the make-up
was simply perfect. He was wearing a beautiful white summer dress, above
the knee, white stockings and beautiful, low heeled, white shoes. There
were also silky, see through lacy, white panties as I was to later
discover. He was even attracting admiring glances from the unaware local
males. That night, sex with him was amazing as I teased his erection
through the panties and fondled, licked and sniffed his white stockinged
legs and feet. Another shock was when I was to be taken anally by him. And
others! It was another outdoors naked frolic and he had tied my wrists,
raised them together and secured them to a high tree branch.  I was
enjoying molestation of my balls and erect penis by his red socked feet as
he lay on his back, masturbating beneath me. Out of nowhere came three
naked, red socked boys. All legal, then, but a surprise nonetheless.
Boudreaux stood and grabbed my balls. "Now then. We are going to edge you
and if you cum without permission, I'll give you a pain in the balls for a
month" Oh, the exquisite ecstasy of it all as I was fondled, sucked, sock
rubbed, nipple played and kissed until I was sweating and begging for
release as these four lads tormented me with exquisite sensuality all the
while erect and fondling themselves. Then, suddenly, pain! I was being
anally penetrated by Boudreaux. Despite my endowment, I had always been the
active partner and yet, as his pistoning increased in speed, I began to
discover my prostate! Just as I thought I might cum, he withdrew, and was
replaced by a much larger penis. It was Davis! He'd left the school by now
but had stayed in touch with Boudreaux. "I've always wanted to fuck you,
Sir" He whispered in my ear. And fuck me he did until he subsided after
orgasm. With one down and four to go, I was released from my bondage, made
to service their socked feet and suck and lick them in the most intimate
places. At the height of their sexual frenzy, I became their bukakke boy
and was drenched in their delicious, hot teenage cum. On this occasion and
much to my frustration, my orgasm was denied.

Another experience returned Boudreaux and me to De Vallois school during
the holidays when it was quite empty. I, of course had keys! We took our
roles quite seriously being master and pupil but were both totally naked
save for our socks, as usual.  One on one gym and French classes were held
and we wandered around the school naked and erect imagining what it might
be like if the school were in session and we were the only two in the
nude. At one stage, Boudreaux `changed' into bright red, see through lacy
panties, bra and the most beautiful sheer red stockings. Progressing as we
did, the soles became soiled which I so love to see. Several orgasms were
enjoyed with the best being whilst caning him, dressed in his bright red
bra, panties and stockings as he bent over the headmaster's desk. Pauses
during cane strokes were made for him to play with my dick with his red
stockinged feet and for him to get on his knees to service my own socked
feet. These were fun days, indeed.

Alas, all good things must come to an end as I relate to you the last part
of this story. Boudreaux was now in the sixth year and I remained amazed
and grateful that our sexual practices and experiences had not become
common knowledge, save amongst the few. He had become more submissive and
our final encounter before school life ended was for him to be in this
role. There was big city nearby with all the delights that you could
imagine. In this city was a fetish club and it was to this venue that I was
to take him. There was little in this club that went on that wouldn't
appeal to Boudreaux. Or didn't to me, for that matter, for I had been taken
under his spell and had my sexual tastes more broadly developed. I had, one
Friday night, booked us a motel room in the city and it was from here that
our adventure began. I was `in charge' and had him wear some stuff that I
had bought for him, that appealed to me. Him, too, as it turned out. A pink
and white, striped vest almost long enough to be a short dress and long,
pink and white striped socks. No underwear or shoes. That was it and, boy,
did he look cute in them. I was going to drive him to the vicinity of the
club and have him walk through the streets with me, like that, to the
club. The idea, however, proved to be too much of a turn on for Boudreaux
who became erect. I didn't want for either of us to be arrested, so also
got him some matching pink and white striped panties to contain his
erection and the cutest matching wife beater top, which came down to just
over his nipples, to wear under the long vest.

I had been to this club before although didn't participate much, just
preferring to masturbate voyeuristically although I had no problem being
watched. I was unsurprised that Boudreaux had heard of this venue but never
been because of his age. I was sure they'd let both of us in as the door
guy had a `thing' for me and I was to be proven correct. I had decided on
my gym outfit of all white, tight, lycra vest, shorts and white socks but
no shoes either. I rather got off on the CMNM, (clothed male, naked male),
thing.  Personally, I'd have just loved to march him down the street naked
and hard or even in sheer white pantyhose but the legal ramifications,
sadly, made me rule this out. This wasn't the Folsom Street Fayre or Castro
Street in San Francisco.

I delighted in his hesitancy to get out of the car and how he blushed. I
had parked two blocks away and just loved the sight of him in this pink and
white striped ensemble as we both padded along in our socks. I told you I
like soiled soles! "I'm quite nervous, actually", he said, voice
quivering. "Good. So you should be!" I replied. Our walk there was
uninterrupted and both of us had raging, anticipatory erections, his, I
occasionally touched through his striped panties whilst lifting his
vest. It had his head spin almost 360 degrees checking for onlookers but he
didn't lose his erection! On arrival at the club, we were admitted without
difficulty but I had to give my admiring doorman a kiss, allow him a grope
and he checked my small shoulder bag. Did I mention I was carrying one?
Boudreaux was curious as to it's contents but I told him he'd find out soon
enough. It's contents certainly raised the eyebrows of the doorman. I have
always liked erotic, sensual, sexy lingerie on either sex. The boy was
certainly and unsurprisingly, attracting admiring, lustful glances, even
full on stares.

I found us two vacant stools at the bar and ordered a couple of
drinks. "Take of the t shirt!", I ordered, just leaving him in the striped
wife beater, panties and socks. Oh, how crimson was his face and how hard
that made me! This club was a veritable smorgasbord of all tastes and
practices and it wasn't long before we noticed the wildly different forms
of dress. Everything from leather and lingerie, to zentai and full on,
total nudity. Some were alone and other accompanied, like us. That's not
all! There were males AND females of all persuasions, too. It was a
pleasant surprise when we were approached by Davis' red Indian girlfriend
sporting her huge bush and dressed only in black, sheer stockings, her
beautiful skin shimmering in the lights of the club. It was so nice to see
her and I asked where Davis was. "Oh. He's around somewhere", she said. As
she stood talking to us, she was gently fingering herself and playing with
that beautiful, lush black bush, her face in ecstasy. Boudreaux was
fascinated and couldn't avert his gaze. "I've always wanted you inside me",
she said to the boy. I don't think I have EVER seen his pretty little face
turn so red. "Do it!" I said. He removed his panties allowing his erect
penis to spring free. She took it in her small, soft hand and stroked it
gently causing Boudreaux's back to arch and a loud groan to emanate from
his mouth. She then stood, legs apart as she slowly and gently inserted his
erect member into her soft, silky moist pussy and he began to tremble,
whilst I stroked his beautiful, white peachy ass and fingered her
clitoris. With that, she backed off leaving the boy gasping. "Thanks", she
said. "That's all I wanted", and walked away. I could tell that
Boudreaux was on the edge but it was far too early to allow him the first
of his many orgasms to come.

 I had put his panties in my shoulder bag and taken out pink wrist and
ankle straps and a collar which I told him to wear. The boy rather liked
bondage but not the time it takes to be restrained. These would ensure
instant, clip to ring immobilisation! I removed his wife beater top leaving
him in the long socks and straps but nothing other than his ever present
erection. I gently fondled his nipples and penis and rubbed my soiled,
socked feet up and down the inside of his legs as he stood facing me, sat
on the bar stool. Gosh! He was a groaner! "Lay on your back, on the floor
and play with my dick with your socked feet. Now!" He complied and the
feeling of his silky socks on my lycra clad dick were ecstatic. Our
activity was drawing the attention of the like minded as we were approached
by a few shoeless guys. I grabbed one of Boudreaux's socked feet and while
I was feasting on it, (the other still massaging my erection), other's sock
clad feet began to rub his face, body and erection. Man! He was writhing in
ecstasy! Just then, a boy of about Boudreaux's age appeared, clad in a
full, neck to wrists to toes white body stocking, his erection protruding
enticingly. Right up my street and even Boudreaux commented on how sexy it
was! This boy boldly stuck his tongue in my mouth, and began rubbing
Boudreaux's dick with one stockinged foot. I ran my fingers through body
stocking boy's long silky blond hair and fondled his nylon clad
dick. Moans, groans and heavy breathing all round, then and, I thought, a
twinge of jealousy from Boudreaux! But enough!  Too early to cum and other
areas to be explored.

I reluctantly extracted Boudreaux and me from this delightful situation and
began to show him the other attractions and `rides' in this amusement park
of a club. As we walked around, I allowed his erection to be briefly
fondled by all who wished to and instructed him to return the favour. This
kept him on edge. We passed couples openly masturbating, fucking and
sucking and a kneeling boy enjoying being pissed on by several club
goers. Another young man was to be seen in restraint being flogged which
really got Boudreaux going. Another, covered in sperm, enjoying being a
bukakke boy as he was openly ejaculated onto by all and sundry. We then
reached a square, open, goal post like structure. "What's this for?",
Boudreaux enquired. "Ah", I said, knowingly. "This is your first
`ride'". I took him to the frame and clipped his wrist and ankle straps to
the corners leaving him in an `X' shape and VERY exposed. "What happens
now?", he asked. "You'll see soon enough", I responded with knowing glee. I
pulled a small sign out of my bag and leaned it on one post. It read, "If
you make him cum, YOU will replace him! No fucking! Have fun" I then
removed my lycra shorts, stood back a little and began to masturbate in
front of him. I touched his erection sparingly, licked it and even gave it
a little suck, too. "Oh! I so wanna cum", he begged. "You'll cum when I
allow it and not before. Or else!", I told him. A little crowd had gathered
by now and I invited all to `play' while I took a backseat to watch. What
fun! Boudreaux was being wanked, then sucked, then licked, (everywhere!),
and fingered, often at the same time and by several guys. His face was
contorted into delights of sexual ecstasy and arousal the likes of which
I've never even seen in a porn movie, all the more when hot, wet tongues
were inserted in his boy hole, something he adored. Some chose to ejaculate
onto his white, silky skin, some stole a French kiss and one even streamed
hot piss onto his erection, balls and full, blond bush.  A couple of fellow
sock fetishists even lay beneath Boudreaux's socked feet so that they could
rub their naked crotches under them and cum on the boy's socked soles. I
should have written, `No insertions' on the sign but felt that Boudreaux's
mouth was safe, as he was standing. Wrong! One imaginative punter had found
a step ladder, clambered, nude, and then inserted his dick into the boy's
mouth and came, only to be followed by others. I was too mesmerised and
exited to stop them and was sure Boudreaux was enjoying this as, when his
mouth wasn't full, he was screaming and begging to be allowed to cum. One
started to spank Boudreaux enticing him only to scream for more and
harder. A light whipping followed and I thought Boudreaux would cum there
and then, hands free.

Now though, was time for the finale! As fast as many satisfied themselves
using the boy, more appeared to replace them but I had them back off. I
moved to within a yard of the boy and slowly, I stripped down to my
socks. I leaned forward and kissed him deeply and passionately. As I
turned, I could see that the crowd had grown to maybe thirty onlookers.  I
then bent over and backed onto Boudreaux's steel hard erection. I heard him
gasp loudly. This is not what he was expecting. With a tortured scream he
announced that he was going to cum, with which I pulled off, to groans
of disappointment. I then went around and rammed by dick into his boy
hole. We both came immediately, he hands free and showering the crowd, and
me, deep within his bowels to a huge round of applause. Boudreaux just
slumped, literally drained. I released him, grabbed my bag, removed our
soiled socks for others to take and enjoy, then we both went off to the,
fortunately, available showers to clean up. The boy was silent but
satisfied and sported a gleeful smirk.

Afterwards, he noted that he now had no clothing to wear back to the
motel. There was only one thing left that I wanted to round off our evening
of debauched pleasure. More pervy little outfits from my bag to publicly
wear. A one piece, bright red see through body stocking for him and a red
lycra wrestling suit and red socks for me. "It's lovely but I can't go
outside in the street in that", he protested. "You can and you will!"  I
stated. With that, we dressed and walked slowly back through the crowded
club, again, sporting visible erections and many lustful glances and
stares. I was staring, too. At Boudreaux in this beautiful, sensual outfit
that was so silky to touch. A kiss for the doorman and we were outside in
the seemingly cool night air with the cool sidewalk under our stockinged
feet. I pulled him by the hair into a doorway and, rubbing his erect penis
with my hand and frotting with my own erect penis, I could tell that he
was, once again, in a state of heightened sexual arousal. Deep and
passionate kissing took place.

Our relationship had become more than just sexually gratifying and turned
into something deeper and more sincere. Graduating well, he attained a
place at the city university to major in psychoanalysis. I rented us a
small apartment and we moved in together. There was a rather upmarket
gentleman's club in a smart town house in the city and Boudreaux managed to
get an evening job there as a waiter, serving drinks, to supplement our
income. It was very well paid, actually. Why? Because all the young waiters
had to be naked during the course of their duties and, preferably, erect!
Club members were permitted to fondle and stimulate, anywhere, but no
actual sex was allowed. Satisfying, too, was the fact that all the young
waiters wore white, ribbed, cotton, crew length socks. My fetish, but it
was, apparently, to keep the boys feet warm and clean. It was all very
sociable but also very arousing to see these several naked and erect
young men amongst a crowd of be-suited generous gentlemen. Making the boys
cum was against the rules and the boys were told to back off if they felt
they might orgasm. There was, however, naked dancing and a finale each
night. On a small, polished wooden stage, boys would take turns to perform
quite erotic dances which often involved public masturbation but never to
orgasm. This was saved for the finale. Did I mention what a great dancer
Boudreaux was amongst his many other talents? He could gyrate and swirl his
hips in the most provocative manner making him a very popular performer and
earning him substantial extra tips. Of course, boys were occasionally
offered sums of money by members that they simply couldn't refuse for
`extra curricular', away from the club, `activities'.

Naturally, all of the waiters were supremely attractive and with
exhibitionist tendencies. It's what the large fee paying members
demanded. There was, however, just one other that I found myself very
attracted to.  A twenty-one year old Latino, with the most beautiful
shoulder length, silky black hair that moved almost by itself and shone,
radiantly, when it did. His exquisite facial features must have been hand
crafted by a God. His uncut penis was a perfect, to me, 6" erect, or so,
and that brown skin!! He was a good dancer, too, with most slender hips and
dime sized prominent dark brown, highly sensitive nipples that, when he, or
the members, teased them, sent him into raptures. On bending double, he
exhibited a perfect, puckering brown sphincter which made my tongue erect!
Boudreaux showed not a little jealousy at my attraction to this beauty.

The `finale' always started at 2am promptly, with last drinks being served
from the bar only. I am sure you have, pretty much, already imagined what
takes place. On stage, public masturbation, to orgasm. I have always got
off on the facial expressions and moaning of anyone in the throes of
sexual, ecstatic arousal and these performances were no exception with the
white ribbed, by now soiled, socked soles an added bonus. Sometimes a boy
would just bring himself to orgasm alone but, sometimes, there would be
interaction with another boy or boys. Some would just sit in an armed
chair, legs and feet up, showing their soiled, socked soles and curling,
scrunching toes as they ecstatically masturbated onto their abs. The crowd
were being highly stimulated! Of particular stimulatory interest to me
was Boudreaux's performance. He would stand and masturbate, slowly, rolling
his eyes and throwing his head back whilst in the throes of ecstasy, his
ministrations becoming ever faster. The Latino beauty appeared on stage and
danced sexually provocatively around Boudreaux. He then turned Boudreaux
side on to the audience so we could witness the stimulation when the Latino
docked Boudreaux's circumcised penis into his pre-cum, lubricated foreskin
for several strokes. Then, pulling his legs wide apart, the Latino inserted
his hot, wet tongue into the boy's hole, bringing him instantly to a
copious and very loud orgasm. The Latino's performance was hot, too, as he
gyrated provocatively whilst masturbating and showing his peachy, perfect,
muscular butt. Two other boys now came on stage, one of whom was a once
again erect Boudreaux with a cute, short, blond boy of Slavic extraction
and a sweet little erect dick. Each took turns to sensually masturbate the
Latino and, albeit briefly, take his uncut, erect penis into their mouths
and provocatively swirl their tongues inside his foreskin. The Latino's
orgasm was attained when these two `assistants' stood and licked and sucked
his highly sensitive nipples. The Latino then clasped his hands behind his
head, thrust his hips forward and, with a guttural cry, shot his load
hand's free.

Enough, now! I would hate to think that my rather vivid recollections were
stimulating you in the wrong way. The ending is to tell you that the
reality exceeded the dreams. It is a wonderful thing when two people
communicate so well and share such diverse sexual tastes. Our feelings for
each other developed into something very meaningful and co-habitation
became permanent, as did our continuing sexual exploits. Boudreaux, (I
still call him by his surname), graduated with honours and I was headhunted
for a teaching position at a prestigious boy's school in France. We
emmigrated together and live in a beautiful secluded house in rural South
West France with several acres. He got to enjoy being cuffed, naked and
being dragged around our secluded, wooded property by his thick blond bush
and being tied to or hung from trees for sexual molestation. I love my new
job and Boudreaux, (who's French is now fluent), has a private practice in
a cottage in the grounds of our house. We are blissfully happy and continue
to enjoy our varied sex life, sometimes at the bars and clubs in the big
cities that pander to our sexual tastes but more of that another time.
Perhaps.


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