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 Kasap's Spring Lamb chapter 3: (c) Hamilton Joyce.  Mm.  MM.

   He stood in the doorway and I was near gob-smacked.

   "You must be Mickey?"

   "Yup.  What's the matter.  I'm too old?"

   "No, Mickey.  I'm sure you're just right.  It's just that I was told you
are only just fifteen...."

   "I am."

   "Jeez.  You're tall for your age."

   He was nearly as tall as me but nowhere near as heavy, of course,
slender, not skinny but still with something of the child in his long
slender legs and half-developed shoulders.  He looked fit, though, with his
clear complexion and a happy and confident smile.

   "You like?"

   "Jeez, yes.  I like.  Yes, Mickey.  I like!"



   So what am I doing with a lad on the cusp of manhood and not the early
teen boy you might have expected?

   It was a result of my first trip to the sauna!

   I had called in at the sex-shop first and bought myself a cock-strap,
and then down the road and pushed open the door of the sauna.  There was a
desk with a window, a bell, which I nervously rang.

   The air was hot and steamy even here!

   A pretty young man in tight orange boxer-cut nylon panties (I can't
think of any other than the feminine word to describe them) welcomed me
very friendly, took my £10 and told me there were changing rooms and
lockers downstairs, first right, and showers for before the sauna, gave me
two towels, told me to tie the key round my wrist or ankle, and I was off.

   The place was quiet at six o'clock on a Tuesday but there were a few
guys about with towels round their waists and I supposed most men would be
in he hot or steam rooms...

   Any way there was a jacuzzi and the water was warm so I got in and let
the bubbles tickle my naked body.  Very sensual and relaxing!



   I must have been sitting there for several minutes, propped, legs
outstretched, cock freely floating, when a big-built guy walked past.  He
gave a double take and so did I.  I had last seen him fucking my little
black girl!

   "Hi!" I said.

   "Didn't expect to see you here..." was his clumsy reply.  "You go both
ways too, then."

   "I guess so."

   He did not ask to join me, but did in any case, hanging up his towel and
sitting alongside me.

   As we sat there I was looking out of the corner of my eye at him.  God!
He was a powerful looking specimen....  not beefier than me, but them I'm a
brutish beast!  No tattoos or markings on those great biceps, and a mat of
black hair on his barrel chest.  Under water my cock was almost discrete in
its own forest of hair, but his looked big even though it was not
erect..... I could see it clearly through the bubbles that lifted it
slightly from time to time.  It was hairless, like his belly, and his
balls, though as he sat I couldn't really see them properly.

   He was sizing me up out of the corner of his eye too, and I knew that: I
expect he could see me doing the same because he started the conversation.

   "Not seen you here before, and I know I would have remembered you."

   "My first visit but I hope you would have remembered for the right
reasons...."

   "All the right reasons.  You look good!  You here for sex, like me?"

   "Yeah!"

   His hand, under the water now rested on my thigh.

   "What you into?"

   Here it was!  As a teenager I had been attractive enough to get several
offers.  One teacher had even groped my cock and bottom.  I knew lots of
boys indulged in mutual masturbation handling each others' cocks, and when
we were just entering puberty "balling" was a great game.  (It involved
making a grab for another boy's balls and squeezing till he yelped and a
wrestling match followed.) There were rumours of oral sex, and one boy,
"Bummer" Evans, would let anybody fuck him in the arse.  Add the admiration
and discrete "passes" of a couple of neighbours, a guy on the beach, and my
father's brother, and I lived in a sexually charged environment from eleven
to sixteen, when I had my first girl-friend.  But for all this latent
homosexuality it was a profoundly homophobic culture and although as a teen
I found the idea of gay sex exciting, was certain it would be so much
better than solitary jerking off, and more available than the promised land
of girls' breasts and pussies, I was guilt-ridden and ashamed, and probably
too shy in any case.  So I had never caressed a male....

   Missed opportunities!

   I hesitated.  Moment of truth.  Moment of decision.  Possibly
life-changing.  Oh fuck it!  In for a penny etcetera....  Go for it!

   "I've never been with a guy before, but I think what I want is to be
fucked....  by a big strong guy...."

   I could hardly have been more obvious!

   That hand moved up my thigh and grabbed it.  He moved closer so our
thighs were touching in the warm water.

   "This is our lucky day then, you and me both, as there is nothing I like
more than to fuck a big strong guy like you."

   As he got up he reached under me and with a light pressure under my
balls encouraged me to rise as well.

   "No need to dry off: the cubicles are usually almost too warm."



   He jammed the door with his towel and we lay down on the floor of the
"cabin", a box about ten foot square, completely carpeted with foam rubber:
just a waste-bucket and a basket of condoms and lube-sachets.  We lay down
side-by-side.  And kissed!

   Somehow I had not expected kissing, but as his open mouth closed on mine
and I felt his tongue enter my mouth it was good.  I felt his cock stiffen
prodding my belly, and was sure mine was the same as we hugged each other.
His back and bottom were so smooth and muscular under my caressing hands,
and he was feeling me as eagerly as I was learning the contours and
textures of his body.

   He broke off and I was momentarily disappointed till I saw him reach
into the basket and pull out a sachet.  I assumed it was a condom.

   "This is my first time......"

   "It's ok.  I know.  I'll open you up gently first.  I've done it
before....  I mean guys' first time."

   It was a sachet of lube, and we lay together again kissing, but now I
could feel his fingers rubbing oil into my crease, onto my anus, and then
his finger penetrate.  It felt good, and better still when he found my
prostate and started to massage it.

   "Jeez yes!  That's good".

   "I've got two fingers in.  I reckon you're ready."

   "Please!"

   He turned me over so we were laying 'spoons' and I could feel his cock
pressing against me, his hand moving it in my bum-crease till the knob was
pressing on my arsehole.

   "Yes!"

   He had one hand on my neck and shoulder, the other over my body grasping
my cock, so it was just the strength of his hips and bottom that forced his
knob through my virgin sphincter.  I had expected it to hurt....  it
didn't. Must have been all that practice with my dildo and butt-plugs, plus
his 'opening' me first.

   That first penetration was slow and measured.  And then he was fucking
me, slow withdrawing and then faster, sharper thrust back in.

   He had one arm under me, that hand titillating a nipple, the other arm
over me, that hand grasping my cock and pulling me close to him.  His cock
started to make rhythmic squelching sort of noises as his hips drove it
into me.  I felt his lips on my neck, licking first at the sweat that was
beginning with the warmth of the little room added to by the heat of our
bodies.  Now he was kissing my neck: I would have a hickey there and the
guys in the office would make fun of it assuming I had been in a hot
embrace with some woman!

   It was working!  That cock was having the same effect that Cindy's
fingers had taught my arse, that I had learned to experience from my
vibrating dildo.

   "OK?"

   "It's great!  Fast as you like!  I'm close..."

   I felt his palm move up my cock, not wanking me, but holding and
covering my knob.  The lips on my neck were sucking.  His fingers on my
nipple tweaked it almost painfully....  almost but not quite as it was
adding to the pleasure I was feeling in my arse and groin.

   He was shagging me fast now, and there was a gap between his belly and
my bum each time he withdrew his cock, only for it to be filled with a
smacking sound as if I was being spanked with each powerful thrust.  Faster
and faster, squelch and smack.  Squelch and smack.  It must have sounded
round the sauna I thought....  give other guys a hard-on!

   I was laying on one of my arms, and the other was free to feel and
fondle his body: but the sensations of being fucked were so all-consuming I
just let my hand lay motionless and was lost in the rhythm and pleasure...

   Then I could feel the orgasm building.

   "I'm gonna cum.  Oh Sweet Jesus it's good.  Yes!  Hard like that!  Oh
yes.  Fuck!  You're a great fucker!  Fuck me hard....  Do me!  Shit! 
Yeeeeees."

   I came, and he must have felt me spurt several times over his hand on my
cock.

   "Me too.  I'm gonna fill your arse with my cum...."

   Four huge thrusts and four grunts from deep in that barrel chest, and I
could feel his cock slipping freely in the added silkiness of his cum.



   Minutes later we were sitting drinking hot sweet coffee, towels round
our waists and chatting, ignoring the television which was not showing gay
porn, as one might expect, but a news channel.

   "Was that really your first time?"

   "Really!  I promise you."

   "Then you've got a gift for it: you're a lucky guy."

   "It was good.  I wish I had known how good fifteen years ago: I had
several offers!"

   "I bet you did!  You gonna try fucking a guy: I know you fucked little
Ava in her arse...."

   "Ava.  That was her name?  I never asked her.  I think if I fucked a guy
I would want him younger and not as strong....  sort of still with the
child-like about him.  It would be nice to find one like that but with a
big enough cock to fuck me as well."

   "Ask Kasap to send you Mickey.  He loves to be fucked, and they say he
fucks good as well.  I know he's a lovely fuck as I've had him a few times,
but for the rest I don't actually know as I don't take it in the arse
myself....  just give."

   "And how!  That was great.  I came just from your fucking: no jerking
off.  Just your cock in me.  Great!"

   "Like I said, you got a gift for it!  I'm called Hakan by the way."

   "I'm Lenny."

   "I gotta go now: working evening as usual.  You ever want fucking just
call me.  You still got my number?"

   "It's on my phone."

   The other three guys sitting across the room did not even turn their
heads as we kissed good-bye.  I decided I liked this place and would
probably take up their membership offer!



   So I had told Kasap I did not want lamb this time, but goat, and his man
Hakan had told me to ask for Mickey.  The price was the same as for lamb
and I paid for four hours, my place.

   So there we were looking at each other: big, beefy adult and willowy
adolescent.  Mickey was dressed in what looked like football or gym shorts,
white, short and tight, and an equally tight plain white t-shirt. 
Sex-on-legs, but he had brought cold air in with him.

   "You must be cold, Mickey, dressed like that on a night like this."

   "Guys like me to dress sexy!  Was only from the cab to the door, but I
was glad you opened quick!"

   "Soon get you warm...."

   I hugged him and when he offered his face to me, smiling and then
pursing his lips I kissed him.  His tongue immediately in my mouth and his
arms around me.  A passionate boy!  As his tongue explored my teeth, tongue
and palate I slipped a hand up under his t-shirt to feel the silky, smooth
skin of his back.  His clothes were cold, his flesh still warm.  I forced
my tongue into his mouth and felt his cock stiffen against me as I did so.
My own reciprocated, and I was at least half-hard too.  This looked and
felt promising!  I felt his butt through nylon fabric and it certainly felt
firm and fit....  I was looking forward to seeing and caressing it naked.

   I kicked my shoes off in the hallway, and he, polite, did the same, so
we were barefooted as we sat side-by-side on the settee.  I had made the
place especially warm for the occasion but, eager as I was to see the boy
naked, I knew the disrobing could be fun too, though it would not be
complicated as he was wearing so little.  Especially fun if made to last
with plenty of kissing and increasingly sexual caresses!

   So we started with another embrace and kiss, me with my hands up his
t-shirt and now feeling hard little nipples and a completely hairless
torso: taking his cue fro me, I guess, he had undone the buttons on my
shirt and was combing his fingers through my chest-hair, sometimes feeling
for a nipple and sending a jolt of pleasure right down to my cock.

   I pulled his t-shirt up and over his head, and he pulled mine from my
waist-band and off my shoulders, so now we were embracing half-naked.  He
was slender, yes, but there was good muscle tone under my palms as I
stroked his chest, and he looked so sexy with his quite long golden hair
flopping sexily over his forehead, those piercing blue eyes, and above all
the perfect golden tan.....  I assume for a rent boy a visit to the tanning
lounge from time to time was all part of the presentation of a desirable
boy-body!  And desirable he was.  No underpants, my cock was leaking
pre-cum and making a dark spot on my khaki shorts.

   Mickey pointed at it and laughed passing his hand over his own crotch,
where his own pre-cum had darkened the white silk in a circle about the
size of a two-pound coin at the centre of a fascinating bulge in the white
shorts.

   "You see I don't wear underpants either."

   A clear invitation, so I felt for his cock beneath the satin, and found
it, just as Hakan had promised, not long and not broad but hopefully big
enough to give pleasure.  I grasped it and wondered if it was cut or uncut.
So far my only cock had been circumcised, like mine, and it would be good
to experience a proper foreskin.  (I had been studying cocks on the
internet: they are all different, I found, like faces!) I slipped my hand
down the waist of his shorts, difficult as there was a draw-string, not
elastic.  I found the bow, pulled at it, and now I could feel right down
his belly to his pubes....  hair there....  and my hand trapped between the
cock pressing on the back of my hand and his smooth, flat, firm belly under
my palm, my fingers in his pubic fleece.  It would be blonde, like his
head, I thought, as I stroked his belly and licked inside his mouth.
He raised his bum in invitation, and I pulled his shorts down to
mid-calf.  Slender thighs, boyish, and a lovely fluff of golden hairs on
his thighs, darker gold than the near ash-blonde of the prettiest little

pubic triangle, more sexily beautiful than I could even have imagined.

   Uncut cock, with the pink helmet just peeping shyly out of the white
foreskin, a drop of clear liquid in its eye.

   My first taste of cock, I thought, and I wondered I would ever find a
prettier one to suck.  Ever!  (I needn't have worried: I was later to
discover that boys' cocks were always prettier than men's!) I held it close
to my face as I bent over him.  That shy knob in its protective covering,
and the shaft four inches long and still boyish-slender, white, very fine
golden hairs thinly for about half its length.  I ran a finger up the front
of the shaft and another drop of pre-cum forced a little dribble over his
foreskin.  He stretched his legs out luxuriously, and opened them a bit to
give me sight and more access to his balls and perineum.

   I closed my fist on his cock, my fingers easily meeting around it, and
held it lightly.  It was hot to the touch, and pulsed with life....

   It was the most natural thing in the world to open my lips and allow
that uncut knob to slip into my mouth: his pre-cum had no taste, just a
smoothness on the tongue.  He held my head between his hands and with a
gentle pressure made my lips slide down the shaft till his pubic fleece
touched my face.  The scent was a boy, clean but the scent of sex
none-the-less: once scented, never forgotten.  I raised my head and the
shaft slipped through my lips sensuously: I allowed the knob to slip out
too and held his cock again trying to slip the tip of my tongue between his
knob and his foreskin.  Just the tip managed, and I instead licked a drop
of pre-cum from its eye: a strand of clear liquid joined my tongue to his
knob for a second before it broke.
Mickey had his hand on my cock, grasping it through the soft cotton.  He

started to fiddle with my belt.

   "You, too.  Let me see,"

   The buckle undone and the zip down my cock popped out, rock-hard.  I
raised my bum as he pulled my shorts down and off.

   We kissed again, each now holding a naked cock in one hand and caressing
nipples with the other.  Mickey liked foreplay too!



   "Bed, Mickey.  Upstairs!"



   Kissing and hugging a pretty boy standing or sitting is good, but to
have him in your arms laying down together legs and arms intertwined,
mouths together, wide open and playing the game of tongues, well that is
real paradise.  This was a passionate boy and as I lay on top of him he was
humping away beneath me, rubbing his cock against mine, while his fingers
ranged over my back and arse.  sometimes even penetrating the crease of my
buttocks to tap suggestively on my anus.  A promise in that, I thought.

   As for me I was humping him too, one hand caressing his shoulder, arm
round his neck, the other stroking his silky hip and thigh.  I was very,
very aroused and sure I was oozing precum to mix and mingle with his.  Then
a bit of a crisis as I realised I was about to cum.  That was not in the
script!

   "Fuck, Mickey, I'm about to cum.  Shit, I'm cumming."

   "No, mister!  Hold it.  Don't.  My mouth or my bum, not over my belly.
That's a waste!"

   I concentrated, but could not help one spurt.  It felt like a little one
and I managed to stop any more, so was happy that my cock stayed hard.

   That little cum must have relieved the pressure because I could return
to our passionate embrace with no further danger, but equal pleasure.

   I realised I wanted to taste more of the boy's cock, so I released his
lips from mine, but applied mine to his neck first....  salty, lovely!  At
fourteen or "just fifteen" the skin under his chin was still silky smooth,
and close-up I could see from the fine fluff where one day he would have a
moustache that he was not yet shaving.  These lovely blonde boys, I was
later to find out, kept their boyish complexion for much longer than
dark-haired lads, though some pretty Arab and Indian boys are slow to get
facial hair as well.  This silkiness and clearness of skin is one of the
reasons I am now able to find this near-fifteen year old blonde boy still
sexy, while his darker brothers lose that over-arching allure at about
thirteen.

   But I digress!

   I licked that fine skin, and then down to his chest, hairless except for
the finest short fluff around his nipples, which were erect like little
grains of barley.  There was no flab, no fat, just the purity of a toned,
fit boy, not very muscular, but firm under the silky skin.  I cupped his
nearly hairless balls in one hand and held his cock lightly in the other. I
could almost but not quite close my hand around it....  slender but what
can you expect for a fourteen-year-old "nearly fifteen"....  and it felt
hot to the touch, springy and hard under that smooth skin, just a few
sparse, fine blonde hairs at its root.  As I licked around his belly
button.....  spicy....  his cock twitched and a droplet of clear precum
appeared in its eye.  So sexy!

   I touched it with the tip of my tongue and lifted the drop....  no taste
again, silky smooth....

   I just had to!  I let that knob pop into my mouth, feel the shaft slide
between my lips, slip my tongue between the tender knob and the foreskin...

   He groaned in pleasure as I let my tongue flutter up and down the
sensitive front of his cock and especially just under the glans itself:
each time my tongue touched it there his cock twitched and I tasted copious
precum, and heard his moans of pleasure.

   His ball-sack had contracted as I held it lightly, not squeezing but
rather stroking, and I could feel his balls....  much smaller than mine or
the few men I had seen at the sauna.  I realised that use could probably
make a cock grow and his was not bad though nowhere near full-size, butit
needed time for the testes....

   "You'll make me cum, mister!"

   "Fuck!  Not yet, boy!"

   "What then?"

   "You're going to fuck me, Mickey, but not yet.  Me first."

   "On my belly, my knees, or on my back"

   "Kneeling!  I want your cute, hard little arse!"

   "I love that...."



   The boy-whore knew exactly the position required, of course, and I knelt
behind him admiring that flawless, tanned back, triangular to shoulders
unusually wide, surely, in such a young lad, and that so-so-sexy bum,
cheeks still just slightly feminine-little-boy-rounded, but over-all
masculine, feeling toned and muscular as I grasped them, one buttock each
hand.  The skin felt smooth tanned, but a lighter golden than his back: I
confirmed to myself the wonderful silkiness by pressing my lips to the
flesh of one buttock.

   I leaned over him so my cock was resting on his bum, along but not yet
in the crease, and licked his back between the shoulders.

   He shivered.

   I kissed the back of his neck, where fine blonde hairs shaded into the
shiny locks of his hair.

   He shivered.

   I leaned back, upright again, and ran a finger-nail lightly down the
centre of his back, feeling vertebrae beneath that beauty.

   He shivered, and this time told me that it was good.

   I spread his buttocks, a palm on each, and there was his pretty anus,
tight-closed, pink in a crease white in contrast to his golden tan.  'Where
the sun never shines' I told myself with a smile.  Like his lips, this just
invited a kiss, and I gave it a lingering, wet, kiss before rimming it
around the anal sphincter with the tip of my tongue.

   "I love that!" Of course he did.  As I had only just discovered (Oh! 
Those wasted years!) it is sexy to have your arsehole titillated with a
pointed tongue.  And even more so what comes next: I pushed my tongue as
far in as I could....  a disappointing half-inch or so.

   Disappointing for me, but not for him.

   "Oh yes!  Mister!  Like that!  It's fucking good....."

   Followed at least ten minutes of mutual pleasure....  me the new
experience of kissing, licking, sucking a hairless, tight little arsehole.
His the stimulation of a tongue rimming his innermost secret place.

   I tired eventually....  But found I could suck his balls one at a time
from behind, nibble, pull and stretch at his ball-sack (white and crinkled,
not red or brown hanging loose like mine except when very, very cold. 
Hakan's too!) I could also pull his cock backwards, despite it staying
erect, and suck at his knob from behind.

   But even Mickey was beginning to want real action...

   "Fuck me, mister....  I'm gagging for it."

   "I'm going to use a condom...."

   "Whatever!  Just get on with it, Shit!  I want it!"



   I've never really got on with condoms, but this time there was no danger
of losing the erection, my problem with them.  No!  What with the foreplay
and the fact that this was my very first male arse, and a pretty one at
that, the danger was more that I would cum as I rolled the latex down my
prick.

   I didn't cum...  though my lack of skill with the devicwe must have
shown.

   "I'll show you a great and sexy way to put a rubber on next time."

   But all that interested me now was that tight little anus, and those
lovely buttocks, no tan-lines, but shading from the deep tan of his
shoulders and back into a sort of golden.  So sexy!

   I squeezed some lube straight into the crease between those buttocks and
took some time rubbing it over and with the tip of my finger into his
sphincter.  I was taking time partly to make sure I remembered this "first"
but also to allow my prick a little time to quieten down before the
glorious moment of penetration...  I was afraid that might prove too much
for my self control.  I looked down at my prick, and the little pocket at
the end of the condom had quite a lot of precum in it already!

   I had my index finger in him as far as the first knuckle and felt it
grip on me for a moment and then relax.

   "Come on, mister!  I'm gagging for it."

   'All right', I thought, 'You're going to get it hard and rough, young
man.' So I parted his cheeks with both hands, adjusted the level of my
kneeling till my knob rested immediately over that pink entrance to
paradise.  And pushed.  There was a momentary resistance and the it was in,
followed by my whole cock till my pubes rested on his smooth bottom.

   I fucked, as hard and as briskly as I could.  Sod his pleasure!  I was
paying for this, and if I wanted to cum I would.  OK, I really wanted to
maker it last, but since I knew there was no hope of this I gave it all I'd
got, my thighs spanking his bottom with each thrust.

   Didn't take long....  two minutes perhaps, and I came.  A big one. 
Three or four squirts.  Lovely!

   "Did you cum?"

   Cheeky little bugger!  "I did.  Now you're to fuck me.  And make it last
longer than I did."

   "On your back or on your belly?"

   "On my back.  I want to watch you."



   He opened the foil.

   "Here's a good way to put it on..."

   He put the rubber between my lips and as he knelt over me pushed the
helmet of his cock against it.

   "Now roll it down as my cock gradually goes into your mouth until the
condom is completely on and my cock is completely in."

   It was certainly sexy, but more for the fucker than for the fuckee as
the latex or more likely the lubricant on it tasted vile.  I had seen fruit
flavoured condoms and could understand the reason why!

   Anyway, he lubed my arse, using plenty, and put my legs over his
shoulders so my arsehole was nicely placed for him.  I felt it go in, but
no pain: he was a lot smaller than Hakan who took my virginity in the
sauna.

   There could be no complaint about his effort as he went at me fucking
with all the force he could muster, sweat drops forming on his upper lip
and brow.  But.  But.  But!  He was just not doing it for me like Hakan
had. I was stiff all right, but his cock was not hitting the spot, and did
not feel like it was really filling me.  After a few minutes it was obvious
it would not, and to be honest I was getting bored and cramped in this
position.

   "Kneeling now, Mickey."

   It was good to feel his thighs bashing into my bottom, and his hands on
my back, kneading the muscles, sometimes his lips pressed to my flesh. 
But! No, it was not working.  I was hard, but no way would this make me
cum.

   "That's enough!  Now I'm going to suck you off.  Take that rubber off."

   I lay on my back again, and the boy knelt astride me, his cock in my
mouth.  I could use my right hand to wank my cock (I'm right handed when I
jerk off) while caressing his buttocks with my left.  The latex taste soon
went and this was more like it!

   It did not take long.  Mickey's fucking my face speeded up and then he
warned me he was going to cum.#

   "Fill my mouth, Mickey!  Give me it!"

   It was a good load, two squirts of rich, silky cum filling my mouth,
coating it even after I swallowed and his cock slowed down, still twitching
and oozing rather than spurting.  Now that was worth the money, and I came
almost immediately Mickey had finished...  strong, and the first spurt
actually landing on Mickey's shoulder to drip down onto his chest as I felt
his cock start to go limp in my mouth.



   He asked if I had a cigarette, but I was pleased to be able to tell him
I'd given up.  So we sat on the bed, propped against the bed-head drinking
a beer each from a bottle.

   I was thinking about what I had learned from this, my second gay
session.

   First, to get well fucked you need your lover to have a big cock, long
and broad.  It does not need to be pretty: the main thing is for him to be
all-male, big, stretching, and able to massage the prostate to give the
fuckee pleasure.  Size matters!  From now on I would be fucked by strong,
macho guys like Hakan...  and one or two of my drinking buddies.  (Fat
chance of that!  All hetero I guessed, though you never know....)

   Second, fifteen is too old for a boy to be really, really, really sexy.
Yes, his cock and balls are still pretty, but there is too much pubic
fleece, and the shoulders have already started to get muscular.  But the
main thing wrong was Mickey was just too confident, cocky even,
knowledgeable, experienced sexually and self-assured.  A more timid and
nervous boy would be sexier, one that I could enjoy teaching 'the wilder
shores of love'.  And more slender, less or even no pubic hair, pretty
little cocklet and chubbier, rounded bum, his bottom not masculine at all.
Probably I would find that perfect boys to suck and fuck would be two or
three years younger than Mickey: say eleven or twelve.

   Like my taste in girls, in fact!

   Kasap would have boys like that in his stable....



   Mickey got up and put the empty bottles on the dresser: I could see he
enjoyed parading his body and he deliberately bent over, his back towards
me so I could admire his bum.  I had a heap of the S&M gear I had used on
the little black girl...  Ava?...  He picked up the multi-thonged black
whip and combed his fingers through the leather strands as he spoke.

   "You into this stuff, then, mister?"

   "Yeah."

   "Like being whipped?"

   "No!  I like whipping or spanking...."

   He picked up a bundle of red silk ropes and the handcuffs.

   "And bondage I see.  Well it's your lucky night as I like being on the
end of all that stuff..."

   "We've still got an hour and a half.  Bring it all over here and earn
your tip."



   I knew exactly what I wanted: after all I had practised with my pretty
little black slave-girl.  So I turned him on his belly and handcuffed him,
a silk rope through the cuffs, and that tied to the iron bedstead.  Now I
placed 3 pillows under his belly to raise his bum up sexily: I looked at
it. Not bad, but just a little higher, more jutting out.  He had a nice
bottom, but it did not really stick out like the girl's had, or I
suspected, like it would have done four or five years ago when it would
have had that childish plumpness rather than adult leanness.  So I wedged a
cushion under the whole pile, and stood back.

   That was good!  All I had to do now was to pull his legs apart, tie a
rope round each ankle and then the ropes to the legs of the bed, making
sure his legs stayed as far apart as they would go.

   Great!  I could see his balls crushed into the top pillow and most of
his bum-crease including that pink-brown hairless arsehole, tight closed
again.  Well, I might change that I thought as my cock began to stiffen a
bit at the sight.

   I picked up the whip and laid into him, four strokes as hard as I could.


   Then a pause while I caressed his bottom, feeling the muscle beneath
golden skin.

   Four more, two with the left arm and then two, very heavy with my right.

   "Hey!  Take it easy, mister."

   Two more!

   "Hey, mister.  This is supposed to be fun."

   "Little Ava didn't complain....."

   Then I remembered why she didn't!  The ball-gag was laying on the bed
with a couple of spare silk ropes, unused.  I held his head by the hair,
sitting astride his back, stuck the cylinder in his mouth, and fastened it
tight behind hid head.

   He was trying to say something but only a sort of mumbling came out.

   "Now, complain as much as you want."

   I whipped mostly his bum, of course, but sometimes strayed upwards to
make the lash fall across that triangular, golden back, even across his
shoulders, sometimes down to one thigh or the other, but always back to
that jutting, inviting bottom.  My cock was stiffening with every stroke.

   I threw the whip down and parted his cheeks completely, placing a kiss
on his anus while squeezing, none too gently, those still-boyish balls.  I
pulled at the skin of his ball-sack as I slipped a finger up him.  There
was heat and still wetness there, the wetness my spunk from earlier I
imagined.

   I was leaking precum onto my white sheets!  Time to fuck.  Pity I had to
use a condom, but the lad was a whore, after all, and a male-whore was I
had read particularly disease-prone, more so than a female.  So I put it
on: my cock felt like an iron rod....  with wings to fly!  I placed the
knob, shoved, and was in, deep till our bodies collided.

   This time I went on and on: there is as much pleasure in travelling as
arriving.  But finally, of course my orgasm built till it was
uncontrollable and I came, earth-moving and almost painful in its
intensity...



   I did not want any trouble with the lad (or Kasap, especially not
Kasap!) so before I untied him I went to my wardrobe, took out a twenty,
and placed it on the dresser.  Then I let him loose, and told him to
collect his tip.

   AS we dressed he told me he intended to make his living, and a good one,
by whoring as soon as he was sixteen and did not need Kasap.  He would be
able to advertise, use the internet, go for the great and the rich as he
knew he was very good looking.

   I agreed with him he was a very handsome and sexy young man.  I did not
tell him I had decided he was either not muscular or well-endowed enough
for me as a 'top', or several years too far from childhood to be a wholly
desirable 'bottom'.

   All in all, though, I was not at all unhappy about the evening, and
reckoned the expenditure had been worth it.  Educational as well as
satisfying finally.