Date: Sat, 30 Jan 2021 16:02:50 +0100 From: roby bobby Subject: A-Romanian-in-Paris-2 This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males under 18. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states, the state may have forbidden you from reading this story by law. Please understand this is a work of fiction. The actions described in the story are not real nor encouraged or condoned in real life. It's fiction, folks, and remember that, please. While most of the locations are real places in the real world, all the characters are absolutely fictional and any reference or resemblance to real people, living or dead, is purely coincidental or just functional to the plot. Feedbacks welcome at gbj808@tutanota.com. I'm not native English speaker, so please be kind to me! Thank you! *** A Romanian in Paris – Part 2 *** Paris, France – 24 October 1960 *********** It is said that in the beginning God assigned tasks to each of his angels. There were numerous offices and God asked each time who wanted to fill them and punctually there was some angel who offered himself, without impositions. A day came when God presented a new assignment to his angelic hosts. This assignment would have been the most difficult and thankless of all. In fact, it was necessary for someone to attribute to himself all the faults and sins of men, to accept being insulted and cursed by men themselves and to renounce all his virtues and his beauty. It would have been said of him that he had wanted to rival God and had lost and that he had been expelled from heaven. This role had to be played until man realized that all evil originates solely from his own selfishness. All the angels hesitated for a moment, but then in the silence the voice of one of them was heard loud and clear, saying to accept the assignment: it was Lucifer. Indeed, who if not the most beautiful, the most virtuous and the closest to God among the angels could have accepted such a request? Lucifer became the prince of the rebel angels and the leader of the demons in hell; a symbol of pride, of uncontrolled anger, of wickedness and also of subtle cunning; a HUNTER of souls... The Devil *********** For late fall, today is a beautiful, cool but sunny day, with a deep blue sky just dotted with white clouds. The Tour Eiffel shines in the golden sun, the avenues are covered with dead leaves, coloured in bright yellow and deep red, the warm colours of autumn. I clean the taxi fogged window with my hand and give a good look out. I see many people dragging around, elegant women chatting to each other in their fur-collared coats, men hurrying with a lit cigarette between their lips, perhaps to meet a secret lover. Paris is full of secret lovers, of love for pleasure, for life itself. But Paris is also full of forbidden and unspeakable love: fuck, Thomas was fucking a 9-year-old boy slut just a couple of hours ago, if that's not forbidden love .... The tables outside the cafes and brasseries are almost all crowded, Parisians know how to pass the time pleasantly on a day like this. The taxi driver has no problem to find the Galérie De Vil, at the corner between Rue Bonaparte and Quai Malaquais, in St. Germaine. The ancient Galérie has a wooden façade, painted in dark green with golden lettering: "Galérie De Vil – Fondé 1.666 – Livres Ancien et Nouveau - Artisanat des Beaux-Arts". Old and new books, prints, oil paintings, watercolours are displayed in random order in the large windows, many covered with a thin layer of dust and a few dead spiders. We are early and, for a change, Vlad is hungry, he says. We go into the Café des Beaux Arts, next door with the Galérie, and my little, pudgy boy has a croissant and some hot chocolate. I take a pastis: I know it's a bit early for alcohol but I need to calm down and nothing calms me better than a pastis. Or two... I've only been in contact with my publisher by post and today is the first time I meet Monsieur Ferluçi De Vil in person ... what a strange name ... and I'm nervous, fucking nervous if you ask me ... After another croissant for Vlad - he will never lose weight like this - and a third pastis for me, I pay the bill and we head to the Galérie. We enter and the first thing I notice is that this place is quite warm, even hot. Maybe it's because Vlad and I come from outside, but the place is pretty warm indeed. I don't see anyone at the counter, so I ring a small bell on the desktop. Vlad moves around curiously, as any 9-year-old would do. Then, my dear, chubby, red-haired son suddenly runs back to me and takes me by the hand, hiding behind and almost glued to my legs. Immediately afterwards, a stocky, elderly man, about 70, with glasses and a thick grey beard, comes out of the back and approaches us. He wears a crocheted kippah on his head, maybe he is Jewish, looks a little creepy to me and, judging by his reactions, to Vlad as well. "Bonjour, Monsieur. How can I help you?" I introduce Vlad and myself and tell him that I have an appointment with Monsieur Ferluçi De Vil. He remembers my name and tells us to hang our coats in the back office and follow him... De Vil is waiting for me in the upstairs office. We start to climb the stairs, it's still hot even if without our coats. The old creepy man comments on how cute my little Vlad is and how happy Mr. De Vil will also be to "have" him. I think he means "meet" him, not "have" him, but the pastis and the heath are having an effect on me, I'm slightly losing focus... It doesn't happen very often that such a handsome boy visits the Galérie, he continues... Oui, Monsieur De Vil will be delighted... Oui, très certainement! Ce sera une visite inoubliable!!! (Surely! It will be an unforgettable visit!!) At 9 years old, Vlad is around 4'5" tall, which is well average and weighs 92lbs, which is way above average. He has a mop of curly reddish hair (from my side) and bright green eyes (from his mother's side). His creamy white complexion is covered in freckles, mainly on his face and upper chest. He has the most adorable boy boobs with tiny pink nipples, and a pretty noticeable, round, meaty ass. Cute, yes. Fuckable, yes. But even like his father, I wouldn't say out loud he's "handsome". To be honest, I don't even consider myself " handsome ". 32, 6 '/ 182, toned and covered with a thin layer of copper-red hair. Like my son, I have a white complexion sprinkled with freckles but my eyes are a deep blue. I have a tight, muscular ass and a respectable 8 incher that has satisfied quite a number of women, men and small boys ... not quite as young as 9-year-old Joel (Thomas's date of earlier today), but not much older either. To be honest, I've often had dirty thoughts about Vlad lately. Every time I bathe him, touching his chubby ass and boy boobs gives me a lasting erection, much to the delight of my wife Amanda who enjoys it later in bed. But I ignored them, I think Vlad is too young to engage in sex games ... The image of Joel impaled on Thomas's hard cock, all 9 inches of it buried in his tight, 9-year-old ass flashes before my eyes, and for a millisecond I imagine Vlad in the same situation, his fat ass hammered by a huge cock, his throat deeply ravaged by my own 8-incher... Focus, Drago, focus!!! Mr. De Vil and your bright future are waiting behind the next door. We finally reach the first floor, it seems to me that the heat has increased, I feel my shirt wet with sweat under my jacket. I instinctively loosen my tie and look at my little son. Vlad hasn't let go of my hand all the time, otherwise he seems comfortable with himself. Fucking pastis, maybe one was enough, three too many for sure ... The old man knocks on the door and announces our arrival. «Allez M. Dragoul, entrez s'il vous plaît » ("Come on Mr. Dragoul, please come in") a voice booms behind the door. I hear a click and the door opens. A black boy, completely naked and with a shaved head beckons us to enter. I hesitate, what the hell is doing a naked kid in a publisher's office, I wonder... but Vlad rushes inside as if this were his home. The old man is gone, I follow Vlad and enter a dark room, barely lit by a few candlesticks. It is hot, terribly hot; the sweat has now completely soaked my shirt. "Welcome, Mr. Dragoul, I am Ferluçi, Ferluçi De Vil, to serve you" speaking in a deep and masculine voice is a handsome mature African man in a formal suit, sitting on an imposing black leather armchair. He looks late 30s or early 40s, with a shaved head and a thick, well-groomed beard. "And welcome to little Vlad too... what a wonderful little boy. Nine years, right? It has been a long time since I met one so young and so promising ... too long, Drago, too long... I think I should relax a little and enjoy life more ... But please, sit on the sofa, dear guests ". The naked boy who opened the door for us is now kneeling beside him, sitting on his heels, the long, coltish legs nicely bent under his ass. An identical boy, perhaps a twin, is sitting on the other side of the armchair. Naked, with a nice fleshy, soft cock about four or five inches long, both boys are completely shaved, head, crotch, legs ... even the eyebrows, smooth as a black velvet veil. Their skin glistens in the flickering candlelight. They may be 11 or 12, hard to say, they are tall and slender, with deep, dark eyes. I look at them, fascinated by their sinful beauty... I can't do anything else... I look at them and swallow, I swallow and I look at them... I feel an overbearing erection painfully growing in my pants. They remain impassive, their penetrating gaze fixed on us. Vlad no longer holds my hand, also fascinated by the two African kids. He smiles at them, tucks the small cock into his underwear. He seems unfazed by the scorching heath I feel... "I apologize for the darkness, Drago, but ... you see, I suffer from a ... a particular condition ... for which the light hurts me... I have to live my life in the dark ... and try to keep myself warm". I swear I have seen a flash of light cross his eyes while he talks. I would like to say that I am sorry about all this shit and so, and that I have come here to talk about my book and my future ... all that comes out of my mouth is "Hot ... I feel hot ..." "Hot? Why don't you get naked, Drago? And little Vlad too? Like my sons..." I look at the two naked black twins, then I turn to look at my son Vlad; he is already undressing, his small boy boobs and flabby belly already on display. When I turn to De Vil, I realize that he too is already naked... when the fuck did he undress? ... FOCUS, Drago, focus... aside from the beard and eyebrows, he is completely hairless, with a strong and muscular body like that of a Michelangelo statue. An impressively thick cock, soft but at least 9 inches long, rests between his muscular thighs, resting on two balls the size of lemons. I remove my jacket, not before having moved the wallet into my trouser pocket out of habit. De Vil talks to me, his voice reaches me far away, muffled by the sound of the blood beating inside my ears. "Why did you come to me, Drago? Why did you accept an invitation from an unknown, little publisher of books that nobody reads?" I do not answer immediately, I cannot keep my focus... I am distracted by the two African twins who have now turned completely towards De Vil. From where I am sitting, I see them from the side, their six inch long, charcoal black cock with purple heads poking out between their smooth legs. While one gently kneads De Vil's huge balls, the other started sucking his rapidly inflating black cock. "I ... I want to become a successful writer, fulfil my dreams... live a long and happy life with my wife and son ..." De Vil bursts into a thunderous laugh. "... `become a successful writer, make my dreams come true, live a long and happy life' ... B U L L S H I T !" he roars and jumps up, all 7'2" of his chiselled body towering over us. "I can't help you if you are not truthful, Drago! TELL ME THE TRUTH, TELL ME WHAT YOU REALLY WANT DEEP INSIDE YOUR HEART! And... I promise... you will have all you will ask for... ALL OF IT!" The two black twins quickly reposition themselves in front of their now standing master. Both of them are busy sucking and licking his balls and long cock, which has now surpassed 12 inches in length, and is as thick as a can of beer. Their arms and long tongues move like little snakes, stroking and titillating every nook and cranny of De Vil's muscular body. "THIS IS WHAT I WANT, I SWEAR ON MY SON!" I yell at him as I stand up. But my head is spinning and soon I fall back sitting on the sofa, drenched in sweat. But I still keep my drenched shirt on. Just unbuttoned... "You swear on your son, but you lie, Drago. You lie to me but most of all to yourself. Tell me the truth, tell me what you were thinking not longer than five minutes ago. SAY IT, FUCK! SAY IT AND YOU'LL HAVE ACCESS TO ANYTHING YOU WISH FOR... TO ALL MY POWER!" De Vil sits down again, the twins rush back to his body. One of the two climbs on top of him, turning his back to him and placing his feet on the man's muscular legs. Then, as the second twin holds De Vil's charcoal-black cock straight, he slowly slides forward, impaling himself on the 12+ inch long dick, taking it all the way to the root. I look at his obscenely overstretched ass ring, as he turns his head and lewdly kisses De Vil on the mouth, their tongues intertwining and spit drooling over their smooth bodies. My cock is going to explode soon... During all this, De Vil continues to look at me straight in the eyes, with a devilish grin painted on his face. "Spit it out, Drago! Look at me while I fuck my boy-succubus! Open your heart and soul to me! SPEAK THE TRUTH, DRAGO!" "I ... I ... I want to see my son .... my little son... raped... by another man, while I... I fuck him in the throat ..." The words come out with difficulty, from my brain even before than my mouth. I can't believe I said what I just said... I look at Vlad and see him smiling at me. For the first time since we entered the Galérie, he talks and tells me that this is what he wants too, but he wants me to be the first to fuck him in the ass. Not his exact words, but that's the gist ... at age nine a boy is not very articulate, you know... While De Vil starts fucking his huge black cock into a loudly moaning twin's ass, the other one approaches Vlad and, under my astonished gaze, he starts undressing him completely. I have never had a cock this hard and leaking in my entire life, I think I've pushed well beyond the usual 8 inches. When Vlad is finally naked, the black boy turns him over on his back and starts licking his asshole with a meaty and long pink tongue... how long is that fucking pink snake anyway? I move my gaze between the twin who lewdly fucks himself on De Vil's colossal cock and the other who diligently penetrates my son's virgin ass alternating his tongue with a couple of fingers, prepping him for his first fuck. I lower my trousers and underwear down to my ankles; my cock is so hard it sticks to my belly. I piss pre-cum like a broken faucet and the black twin uses some to lubricate Vlad's ass hole, now gaping a little. He pushes three fingers into my boy's ass and Vlad gladly accept them, squirming with pleasure from his first anal abuse. I don't think anymore, my head is spinning and my ears are buzzing. I feel the veins throbbing on my temples, my vision is foggy... I have an infernal heat and only one goal: to fuck my son, to drill his ass until I cum gallons into his bowels. Vlad has a strange light in his beautiful green eyes when he holds his chubby legs back, exposing his gaping ass hole just barely visible between the round mounds of his meaty ass. "Put it in me, Dad! Put your thinghy in my bum hole!" The poor kid doesn't even know the correct names for my cock and his pussy, but he has never been more willing and ready to be fucked by the same cock that created him. And I'm ready to oblige and pursue my most secret dream. ********* Now that I'm a "junior" author I understand how important it is for a writer to receive your feedbacks, kind reader. So, everytime I read something on Nifty that I like, now I take my time to reach out for a "thank you" to the author: please do the same, emails are for free and we live (almost) for your appreciation. Thank you to all of you that have provided a feedback! Please keep Nifty alive, donate to http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ... Seriously, do it. 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