PZA Boy Stories

Debonair

Asia Boys

Two short stories

Summary

  1. Ginger Chicken (6,000 words / 12 pages)
    The story of tourist on vacation in Asia who ends up becoming friends with a man that will show him the underworld of Thailand.
  2. Unleashed in the East (8,500 words / 17 pages)
    A dad and his son have sexual experiences in a permissive Thailand and the notion of balance in the world. Warning: there is a rape scene at the end.
Publ. 1999; this site Mar-May 2009
Finished 14,500 words (29 pages).

Characters

Various

Category & Story codes

Consensual Man-Boy story
Mb bb – cons oral anal mast – prost interr
(Explanation)

Disclaimer

This is a work of FICTION for ADULTS only. Do NOT read this if you are under 18 or if you are not an adult according to the laws of your State or Country. Do NOT read this if you are easily offended or if you are not interested in fantasies involving young boys. This file contains sexually EXPLICIT material.

The author does not condone any of the acts in this file. This story was not written to advocate sexual activity with minors. Agatha Christie wrote about murderers all her life. She was not a criminal. Please support free speech and stop censorship.

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#1
Ginger Chicken

The story of tourist on vacation in Asia who ends up becoming friends with a man that will show him the underworld of Thailand.

Thai boys (7-12yo), Harry (the narrator) and Richard (c.35yo)
Mb bb – cons oral anal mast – prost interr

"One night in Bangkok makes hard man humble.
Not much between despair and ecstasy.
One night in Bangkok and the tough guys tumble.
Can't be too careful with your company.
I can feel the devil walking next to me."
– M.H.

Chapter 1

The plane landed shortly after eight in Thailand. It was to be the last country I visited on my Asian escapade. To tell the truth, the new Siam didn't appeal to me. I had explored so far, mysterious Japan, rich and modern Hong Kong, communist China and the paradises of Indonesia. The polluted nation caught in the middle of changing times had very little to offer compared to its rivals. I had already witnessed the confronting lifestyles of poor and fortunate in South America years before.

As I wandered on the avenues to my hotel, everything seemed gray and dull. People trudging nonchalantly. Car drivers swerving dangerously with nobody complaining. The whole city was polite and sedated.

The harassing street vendors annoyed me. Guess I was tired and needed the rest. As I reached the tourist area where my hotel was, little girls tugged on my arms, holding on for dear life, trying to sell me flowers. The more direct ones chanting 'blow job' on the crowded sidewalk, ripping my sleeve.

I wasn't dumb enough to ignore the fact that the place was a haven for prostitution and child sex. Behind these innocent facades lived accomplished whores. Seeking to avoid further embarrassment, I raised my upper limbs whenever one of these nymphettes approached me. I was a flaming homosexual ever since my teenage years. But it was useless to even attempt explaining to them that they were barking up the wrong tree.

The hotel was decent. I was running out of cash, so the undecorated room would have to do. Depositing my bags on the bed, my stomach gurgled. I had spotted a McDonald's just across the street and was eager to sample again the sweet taste of fat.

The restaurant made me feel like I was back in America. I ordered a big Mac and sat on the uncomfortable bench. Some local kids were eating french fries quietly. A group of three coffee-colored boys were in my line of sight. The oldest one of about sixteen was very cute in a way. His unblemished face smiled wholeheartedly as they chatted in their own tongue.

I hadn't jacked-off for a week and the teen's sexy denim shorts affected greatly my unsatisfied prick. The simple possibility that I could probably share my bed with him made me rock hard. Our gazes met across the aisle. The young males argued for a while and I was shocked to see the youngest one rise and take a seat next to me.

The seven-year-old imp had big eyes and grinned slyly. He put his hand on my crotch, fondling gently my erect member through my jeans. I feared my horniness would take over my reason. The two other lads were chuckling, watching my obvious virginity to man/boy solicitation. The opportunity to have sex with minors had never presented itself. I had fantasized about it like everybody else. But never really planned to act on it.

The whole scene seemed natural and pleasant to the youngster. He giggled gleefully noticing my face reddening. I was aware that these boys needed the money to survive and was prepared to hand him a few bucks just for his boldness. In the end, I opted otherwise. Probably yearning to see for myself if the stories were true. Like Judas I required clear evidence to make my judgement.

There was still the aspect of visibility I wasn't secure with. Although, nobody around seemed to care about the young child beside the tourist. I still didn't wanna be seen entering the hotel with the boy. The news reports of men arrested here for the same crime flashed in my mind. I wrote on a piece of paper my room number and hurried out the door, hoping to lose the kid far behind.

I waited on the mattress, my heart missing a few beats. The low rapping of the boy's knuckles on the door had me bolting up. I let the underfed rascal inside and he shook his fist saying "Twenty! Twenty!" I understood he was strictly a wanker and nodded my head.

The young tyke removed his sandals and undressed without shame in front of me. I never thought the hairless frame of a child would arouse me. As I surveyed his firm butt and brown genitals, I was.

He leaped in my embrace and I kissed his smooth skin. Nibbling on his tits, biting lovingly his tender buttocks and engulfing his entire scrotum in my mouth. All the time, the seven-year-old tried to unzip my pants. I allowed him to do so. My penis was at full mast, all seven steely inches [18 cm]. My helmet was flaring and covered with pre-cum.

He gripped it in his fist and began masturbating me right away, his stubby fingers barely wrapping around my thick shaft. I didn't close my eyes, to focus on the effervescent kid giving me a fantastic hand job. My moans made him smile. He jerked his little hand with more vigour and I cooed.

Once in a while, he took a break and explored my heavy ballsack or my hairy bush. I caressed his little bum with my long arm. The boy kept saying words I didn't comprehend, perhaps cursing me. I didn't care. With two hands he worked on my cock, rubbing and squeezing.

The young wanker was very good. I felt the pleasure peak in my organ and spewed my abundant seed on my chest. He continued to choke my cock, milking all the juice out of it. Some of my semen oozed on his thumb. He brought it to his lips and ate the creamy dollop.

I slept soundly that night. The images of the precocious cutie dancing in my dreams.

***

The next day, I visited the capital. Returning to my goal of learning about the culture. Bangkok had lost its blanket of sexuality and I longed for the evening to bring it back. Without it, it was dreary and unexciting. I found out that Bangkok meant, 'Wild Plum' and Thailand, 'Land of the free'. Both qualifiers very true for the exuberance of the nightly crowd.

I passed a small park and was mesmerized by the young children roller skating on a rink of cement. The boys and girls pranced gracefully on the rented equipment. The breeze flowing in their straight dark hair gave a dignified elegance to their slender bodies.

I sprawled at the feet of a large tree and stared at the sexy behinds of the pre-pubescent males. The skates provided a few inches extra. Their little asses were perched high upon their long lean bare legs. All of the boys had removed their t-shirts. I drooled, riveting my eyes on their undeveloped torsos.

"Nice butts uh?" a voice spoke, waking me from my trance. I raised my head and welcomed the individual with a frown. He was about my age, 35 and sported an ideal tan.

"Can I sit with you?" the man inquired.

"Sure."

"So do you like boys or girls?"

I froze for a second at the blunt question. "Boys." my lips pronounced hesitantly. I couldn't believe I was admitting this to a perfect stranger.

"Ah! Good choice. Have you experienced any of these forbidden beauties?"

"No. Not really." I lied.

"Well you should. It's pretty much accepted here. And they can only drag you to jail if you get caught in the act 3;My name is Richard by the way?"

"Harry." I brightened up, shaking the eccentric man's paw.

"You see Harry, the girls here do it to get money for school. But boys do it mostly for materialistic reasons. New clothes and videogames. So they are much more inclined to let go and have fun."

"Fun? Do you think it's fun to be forced into prostitution?" I argued with my interlocutor.

"It depends of course. Some boys don't like it I avow. You just need to find the ones that do. Who else is gonna give them money? Most of these kids come from rural areas and their parents barely scrape by to feed their own mouths. Do you seriously believe the government cares about these rats? They haven't lifted one finger in decades. Much less the rest of the planet."

"At least, we should work collectively to find normal work for them." I resisted the odd individual.

"My gosh, you are naive. No, what we should do is give them an education. Nobody's wants to pay the bill. In the end, these forsaken boys find it's much easier to suck cocks than go to school or be exploited in the factories. If it weren't for perverts like us, they would wither and die like an unwanted plant. You see, at least we're good for something!"

I rose to my feet, itching to move my tensed muscles. The bloke accompanied me on my stroll inside the park. I wondered why he was telling me all this? But refrained from discussing the subject.

"That brings up a philosophical issue." I said. "Can we consider this an adequate form of living, or should the government create strict laws concerning births like in China, to eliminate the problem?"

"Whoring might not be the greatest lifestyle. But you are forgetting that consensual sex never hurt anyone. It is natural and definitely quite enjoyable from what I've witnessed on the mugs of my little partners. I know you are gonna say that children cannot consent. It is such a nonsense. And I'm fed up with these occidental mindsets. Have you notice that when a kid consents to sex, everyone says that they are incapable of such decision. But when a kid kills his schoolmates with a gun, then he is responsible for his actions and should be tried as an adult! Same voice, two conflicting opinions."

I reflected on the man's words as we approached slowly a group of boys laying under a shade tree. He was preaching to a disciple already and didn't need to add more to convince me. The young males were napping in their torn briefs after a swim in the community pool. They were all stunning to my eyes.

"You can have any of these boys." my new friend announced, throwing his chin at the group. The kids roused from their siesta sensing the prospect of a client.

"Not yet." I blushed bashfully.

"Pick one for me."

"I-I-I dunno." I stammered eyeing the five fellows. "The one in the middle."

The man kneeled in front of the ten-year-old and blurted out something in Thai. The small boy smiled. We ambled toward the public toilets and slipped inside a stall. The confining cubicle had me crushed against the wall while the kid sat on the throne with Richard standing in front of him.

The wet kid lowered his undies to give us a look at his limp boyhood. It was a precious thing. Uncut, smooth and golden. A glowing smile illuminated his cute face and I wanted to cuddle him in my arms.

"I hope he's a good cocksucker!" Richard commented, unbuckling his pants.

His adult penis sprung from his underpants. I locked my stare on it as the young boywhore began to kiss it. He took the hairy nuts in his mouth and nibbled on them an instant while the large appendage gorged with blood. I thought the glorious pole would never stop to swell. It grew to nine inches [23 cm] and halted.

Gripping the rod in his tiny hand, the kid licked all around the mushroom head. Exploring every crevasse with the tip of his pink tongue. Lapping up the transparent juice seeping from the piss-slit.

"Uhhh he knows how to do this!" Richard groaned.

Opening his mouth wide, the boy stuffed a chunk of the adult meat in his mouth, slurping noisily. He suctioned the piece of flesh with hunger. Richard grimaced, feeling the intense pleasure the experienced fellator was mustering with his moist lips. As for me, my penis ached painfully in my jeans.

The muscular man put his hand on the back of the kid's neck and pushed his cock further to see if he would deep throat him. The ten-year-old breathed through his nose and accepted the invasion. I gasped looking at the long sausage disappear inside the child's throat. His lips stretched grotesquely around the shaft.

Richard fucked the boy's face for long minutes. His gagging noises resonated in my ears. I squirmed beside them. A filthy voyeur robbing them of their intimacy.

"Look at this Harry! He's gonna eat my cum." Richard mumbled before translating the demand in Thai. "It's gonna cost ten more but it's worth it!"

With that he pulled out his massive cock and rubbed it on the boy's baby face, jacking slowly just under the crown. The willing tyke opened his mouth in preparation for the deluge. Richard moaned and a furious jet of white semen splashed on the kid's uvula. The spasming canon unloaded its salvos of manjuice at a rapid pace, surprising the boy on his chin when he was gulping down the salty fluid.

One spray it him square in the eye. Yet he remained composed, opening his mouth again for the others shots of jizz. When it was clear the enormous cock had finished spilling its sauce, he stuck his tongue out to clean the bulbous knob.

I needed to jack off very fast and was relieved when my new acolyte told me he had to go. We watched the kid walk away with the bills in the palm of his hand. I was still shaken.

"Come by tonight. I own a restaurant." Richard said, handing over a business card. "We'll talk some more."

***

I went to the address on the card and was greeted with a vintage bottle of red burgundy. Richard confessed he was busy in the kitchen. So I ate the exquisite food alone until he joined me on the terrace after eight. The big Cuban cigar between his lips clashed with the tacky summer clothes he was wearing.

"Look over there Harry." he said pointing to the area right in front of the restaurant. "That's Robinson's department store. Very chic. All the boys in front are selling something. If you know what I mean."

I nodded my head to humour the man. It was rather obvious. One boy was practically dropping his shorts to show what he had to offer. The thin garment hung low on his hips, barely covering the root of his penis.

"Usually boys under ten only do hand jobs or blow jobs." Richard went on. "Over ten they do everything. I have a friend who found a bottom boy in Pattaya. He was only six."

My eyes bulged at the revelation. I found myself excited by the seedy underworld. As if the whole thing was normal. For the first time I divulged I was interested.

"Do you have to be gentle?" I asked.

"Depends if you want a virgin. I don't believe in hurting the kids. The ones I deflowered I took my time. The others I drilled hard." Richard muttered with a sincere tone. "You see the teens there. They are the go-betweens. They can fetch you whatever you desire in five minutes."

"Why are you telling me all this? I'm just a lost tourist and I cannot believe you granted me this free meal and chit chat for nothing." I snapped finally.

My alter ego scratched his head, sighing heavily. "You are right Harry. You are wise. Life is hard and then you die. You get nothing for nothing." the man rambled. "When I saw you in the park with your Dodgers t-shirt, I assumed you were from LA and was hoping you could bring back a small cargo to an acquaintance of mine who lives there. Just one videotape you could drop in the mailbox."

"Oh no. No way!" I disapproved raising my voice. It was absolutely out of the question to cross U.S. customs with kiddy porn in my luggage.

"Well then so be it!" Richard exclaimed, hiding his disappointment. "Let's finish the lesson."

I followed him as we advanced to the boys huddled in front of the stairs of the mall. Many of the boys were agitated and danced on the sidewalk, swaying their slim hips obscenely. On a bench, three pre-teens were passing a glad bag, sniffing the glue inside, their eyes glassy from the destructive fumes.

Richard called for a kid named Kung and a young boy of twelve turned around exposing his feminine facial traits. Rich wrapped his arm around his waist and kissed his forehead. All the while I was fighting with a mere tot hanging to my belt. I had to shove him away with both hands before we climbed into a taxi.

"Where are you staying?" Richard demanded.

"The Lupini Hotel."

My host informed the driver of our destination and the old vehicle roared on the crowded streets. I glimpsed at the boy's legs from the corner of my eye. So smooth and hairless. The cab driver looked straight ahead at the traffic. My nerves were like guitar strings. It was evident that me and Richard were not taking this kid out to the zoo. I was anxious. Listening to the driver's breathing carefully, anticipating him to stop at the police station and denounce our twisted intentions.

He dropped us off at the hotel and nodded humbly. Richard's arm was wrapped around Kung's shoulder. Nobody on the street batted an eyelid. We arrived at my room uneventfully. I sat on a chair nervously and notified Richard that I was only gonna watch again. He shrugged his shoulders and I was pleased with the notion that the man didn't wanna to force me into anything.

"Aren't you gonna at least undress him?" he offered.

"Ok. But that's it."

The frail boy was amused to see my reluctance to touch him. I gathered enough courage to hug him lovingly and heard him purr like a kitten. His t-shirt was a rag and his running shoes were worn out beyond belief. I caressed his skin as I removed them, massaging his boyfeet. I Ran my hands with lust on his belly. He didn't have any underwear when I pulled down his dirtied tennis shorts. His uncircumcised penis was right below my nose, smelling fresh and boyish.

"Watch his dick Harry. It's gonna be stiff the whole time I nail him! This kid loves it!" Richard said slipping an Atlas condom on his huge erection.

"You are gonna fuck right away? No foreplay?" I peeped.

"Yup. Right in the butt. I need ass now."

The Asian boy let his body go limp on the bed, remaining calm while the nine-inch [23 cm] hard-on closed on him. The mattress squeaked under the considerable weight of the man escalading it. Richard grabbed the kid's ankles roughly and spread the boy, at the same time bending him in two so that his tail was accessible from the front.

I could clearly see the puckered brownhole of Kung. Richard was adopting this position on purpose. I was flattered. The head of his cock entered quickly into the well-used anus. The penetrated lad winced and bit his lip. From then on, my eyes shifted from Kung's face and the latex covered pole invading his rectum. The distended anal ring was red all around the white rubber. I was afraid it would rip but it didn't, sliding along the large shaft with each slow intrusion.

Richard buried his monster with restraint. One inch at a time until the kid had all of it in his tight bottom. The panting couple paused for a moment, relishing the warm fusion of their bodies. As Richard had foretold, Kung's little penis was standing up, his foreskin retracted behind the moist glans.

"You gotta wait 'till the boy is ready." Richard declared, eyeing the twelve-year-old for a sign the pain had subsided. The tanned little boy masturbated, shaking his head wildly. After a minute, he put his bony hands on the man's shoulders indicating he was ripe for the ride.

I was impressed with the child's feat. Even I, couldn't have taken the entire tool of my buddy up my arse. The long tube moved gently in and out of the stretched hole and Kung moaned. Gradually increasing the tempo, Richard began fucking the boy. At times longdicking but mostly just thrusting half of his bulky missile with swift strokes.

The pre-teen was a trooper. He yelled the only words of English he knew. 'Fuck me' and 'Deeper' with his high-pitched voice, a grimace of bliss and suffering locked on his face. His little toes curled tightly in the air.

The turgid pole was slamming with more force now, plowing the narrow canal. The little sphincter had lost its tonus, leaving the gateway to Kung entrails wide open. Richard took advantage of the situation, shoving himself with fervour into the rectal cavity and eliciting joyous yelps of pleasure from the fuckee.

The big man found he could go balldeep and pounded his slickened prong into the boy. His hips banged against Kung's firm ass. "Uhhh fock me! fock me!" the lad bawled, his whole body shuddering with the impact of the collision.

"He really wants it now!" Richard cheered, ejecting his titanic tower at once. The brown boy flipped on his hands and knees, raising his buttocks in front of the mammoth spear, like a cat in heat. He cried a litany of plaintive Thai words I interpreted as begging. His loose anus was quivering, opening and closing in expectancy of a new penetration.

Richard was much less patient this time. He mounted the boy hurriedly, gripping his shoulders firmly. The weak child could not move, his chest flat on the bed. His knees digging in the springy platform from the weight of the man lodged in his behind.

The intense rutting that ensued afterwards startled me. Richard was grunting like an animal the whole time he rammed his immense cock to the hilt. And the boy's wails were of pure ecstasy as he drooled on the white sheets.

"That's how hard you can FUCK Harry!" Richard repeated time and time again. Pistonning the little ass of the Asian boy, his hairy balls slapping loudly.

I couldn't imagine the kid could take it so hardcore. But he wiggled his rear end, urging on his partner to fuck him good. His asscrack had evaporated. There was just one big hole filled with hammering meat.

The experienced buttfucker pursued his anal assaults steadily and Kung squirmed under him, crying out as a thundering orgasm possessed his body. A few droplets of sperm squirted from his young peter, confirming the achievement.

"OHH OHHH OHH OHH OHH!" Richard screamed at the ceiling, feeling the strangling anus on his cock. He resumed his intercourse with the energy of a man on a mission. Again and again I witnessed the steely cock fly into the boy's bubble butt. Always harder and harder, faster and faster. Until cringing his teeth, Richard pulled out, shedding awkwardly his condom to ejaculate on the child's back.

His spunk shot far in gooey ropes of sticky cream. More than earlier that afternoon. Painting the kid's brown skin with a coat of white liquid. The last ten spurts landed in Kung's gaping asshole. Some of them disappearing straight into his insides.

Chapter 2

I eluded Richard the next day, to meditate. During the evening, I walked through the red light district, sipping on a drink in the most famous chicken hawk joints. Going there just to observe the flabby men cuddle their young playthings openly.

Rain constrained me to step inside a strip bar and I watched the go-go boys do their thing, getting hard by the erotic spectacle of their glistening bodies undulating. Some were as young as thirteen and fourteen. The audience applauded them with more sass when they dropped their string bikinis, exposing their fuzzy pubes.

On the strike of midnight, I lurched on the humid streets to hail a taxi. There was a young teenager roaming in front of my hotel when I got off. I approached the undisguised pimp with my heart racing. He was very handsome even though his nose was flat in the middle of his face. The red bandana around his forehead had dollar signs on it.

"I want two boys. Young boys." I announced slowly.

"OK OK" the drugged teenager responded. "How much?"

"100. I want boys that can do everything. Room 3 0 4." I added, pointing discreetly to my hotel.

"OK OK! Everything. Room 304. OK OK!" the adolescent repeated.

Waiting on the bed half drunk, I wondered if the go-between had understood me properly. The two kids that showed up made me realize that my total lack of confidence in the teen's comprehension of English was uncalled for. They almost ignored me and dashed to the bathroom.

As they undressed, I noticed that the younger boy was shy and fidgeting, probably coerced into the job by other street boys. I remembered Richard telling me that the new recruits were often deflowered by an older teen. My mind reeled with the idea that it had been the case for this sheepish lad.

Adopting sign language to communicate with the children, I tried to get them to tell me their age. A compelling task. They used their fingers to show me that one was eleven and the other one nine. Extracting a name out of their mouths was even more excruciating. In the end, they were nude on the tiles, looking at each other quizzically. The more mature lad figured where I was going and said 'Narong'. The other kid imitating his buddy mouthed the word 'Shoi'.

While they showered, I examined their beautiful hairless bodies. The kids lathered themselves, giggling and screaming. They cleaned thoroughly their shrivelled dickies and in between their round buns. The shy boy Shoi had slanting eyes that made him look sad. Both kids' heads had been shaved recently and there was only an inch of dark hair on their scalps. The older boy was getting aroused as I was. His slim pole pointed straight ahead. As I contemplated his excitement to be naked with the other boy, I knew he would be the ideal subject for what I had in store.

They towelled off and rested their little asses obediently on the edge of the bed, their twinkly eyes lingering on my silhouette. To confirm my suspicion, I caressed the nine-year-old's leg. He backed away from me. The small child was new to this. On the other hand, Narong accepted my fingers between his thighs. I cupped his little nuts and kneaded them in the palm of my hand.

With the most explicit gestures. I made a crude attempt to explain what I wanted to watch. The naked duo shook their heads. Resorting to the simplest form of communication, I pointed to one boy's dick and to the other boy's mouth. Then to the older kid's dick and Shoi's butt. They smiled slyly at each other, relieved I did not want to participate.

The two boys played with their peckers. Narong was the expert and he coaxed the small boy to relax. His caressed fondled amorously the skin of the nine-year-old. I dragged my chair right next to the bed, whipping out my hard cock to masturbate in front of the hot show.

Narong began licking his friend's nutsack, his wiggly tongue tasting the drawn testicles. He traced the length of the little kid's penis and suckled the tiny dickhead in his mouth. Shoi rolled on his back, spreading his legs wide for the delicious tongue of his buddy. The older boy slobbered over his genitals. He ran his tongue lower in the kid's asscrack, which made him moan like crazy.

Narong placed two fingers on the rim of the child's anus and opened it, exposing the pink flesh of the orifice. I was going nuts, jacking my steely cock madly as the experienced boy tongue fucked that delicate hole.

Shoi's toes were curled up. He cooed incessantly from the wet tickling. Narong's mouth returned to his pricklet and siphoned it fast this time. His full lips were really flying, swallowing to the root the hard peg. The nine-year-old bucked his hips, stomping his bottom on the mattress with the jolts of his dry orgasm. His eyes were frozen as if he had seen the boogeyman. The brief moment of ecstasy passed too quickly. He giggled and grabbed his penis, totally ecstatic, from the naughty sex play.

The older lad stretched on his back passively and called the bubbly tyke to him. I marvelled at the master's serene attitude. He was a great teacher. Very patient with the novice tentatively licking his three-inch [7½ cm] peter. With his hand behind the kid's neck, he guided him on his crotch, whispering his demands. The child proceeded obediently, curiosity driving his ministrations.

I was stunned by the image of the laddie engulfing the entire nutsack of Narong. His cheeks bulged out comically because of the substantial mouthful. He slid his lips up the shaft and grasped it in his sticky paws to feast on its glistening head. A wicked smile adorned his cute mug. He flicked the tip of his tongue at the bloated glans, much to the satisfaction of his tutor.

Shoi was truly devoted to his task. Even though his little cavity could not fit all of the big kidcock, he stuffed the hard-on as far as he could into it. Suckling it, suctioning the vibrant flesh.

I hurled a bottle of lotion at Narong to indicate my desire of seeing them copulate. It was to be the first time I would watch children fuck. I silently prayed my prick would survive through the whole thing.

Again, Narong gently arranged the tableau, orienting the youngster on all fours, his lovely behind facing me. He lubricated his erect pecker quickly, and climbed on Shoi's back, one knee on the bed covers. I almost died gazing the at the couple ready to unite. Narong's bone was gleaming, pointing at the puckered bull's-eye. He pushed against the virgin sphincter and Shoi's plaintive wails echoed in the room. The brown ring of flesh expanded, clamping all around the intruding mass. I could see all the vivid details of the anal penetration. Narong pushed some more, plunging his erection into the narrow opening. His dick vanished slowly, until his ballbag lay flat against the smooth hairless crack.

After the initial grimaces of pain, Shoi's face beamed. The small boy purred, surrendering to the quiet rhythm of the languorous sodomy. The couple was beautiful. Their bodies lean and gracious, skin the colour of a bronze velvet tapestry, except for the pale soles of their feet. Narong gradually pumped the child's butt harder, following the road to his pre-pubescent nirvana. Their raspy grunts punctuated my arousal. I hissed loudly, working hard to control my pleasure.

Narong gripped his partner by the chest and keeled to his flank, raising the youngin's short leg into the air. All the time, fucking him, slamming his boydick into that adorable brown boytail. The supple acrobats twirled on the bed, laughing and yelling out of glee. Narong twisted the elfin child like a puppet. At times, pounding into him from the front or bouncing wildly on his back.

Shoi's body was like silly putty in his hands. The kid let himself be dragged by the ankles to be bent-over the edge of the bed, without as much as a peep of protest. The frantic spectacle had me dizzy. No matter in what awkward position they were, Narong always seemed to find his friend's dilated red bumhole. He was sodomizing him to the hilt, clenching him firmly, rutting like a dog in heat. So much so, that his balls flailed. I feared one would get out of its sac and hit me in the eye. Their groans were glorious, an hymn of joy.

The bigger boy hauled his lover on his stomach. He was obscene, parting the kid's buns to show me his enlarged anus before he slipped into it. I was front row centre for the last scene of the erotic party. Narong grasped the child under the knees and rammed his penis up his rectum. The skinny boy was trapped on his belly, immobilized in the grip of his master.

The hard fucking that followed had Shoi chanting. His body shuddered with each massive thrust. His cute erection wobbled left and right. He wanked his pee-pee with two digits and the cries of his second climax ripped in the night.

My seed boiled at the base of my cock. It exploded in the air as Narong crammed his dick deep up the ass of the tyke. I ejaculated a bucket, ruining my shirt. The boy's orgasm was a grand thing. His muscles quivered, his face glowed. He held on to the covers with his fists, crying an aria of blissful moans.

As the boys left the hotel room, two policemen strolled in the corridor with loaded riffles. They weren't there for me. The close call was enough to scare me shitless. I stayed far away from the urban urchins the next day and never did have extensive sex with any of them.

On the last day, I visited Richard at his restaurant. He accepted the fact I couldn't dare take one of these children in my bed. He was slightly disappointed though, that I had not tasted the sexual freedom of the exotic land. Perhaps the next time.

Again, his magical hands prepared a feast fit for a king. The sumptuous free meal was absolutely divine. I hugged him and proposed a gracious invitation if ever he was in L.A.

"I don't wanna go back. My place is here forever." he confided. "Have you thought about the package?"

"Yes. I'm not sure I want to carry the videotape through customs 3;"

"That's ok! I can't tell you what's on it. All I can say is you don't have to worry about it! Trust me."

"I dunno." I whined, crumbling under the weight of my guilt. The man had been so generous and friendly. How could I deny him the simple deed?

"Tell you what." he brightened, slipping the cartridge in my bag. "You can deliver it at the address on the box OR if you feel I'm asking for too much, just throw it away before boarding the plane."

I nodded on the deal and said my final goodbyes, before rushing to the airport. Much to my surprise, I kept the mysterious movie, trying to forget about it on the 747. It was on American soil that the grave danger of my actions hit me like a ton of bricks. I sweated like a pig, waiting in line for my turn to pass the interrogation at the gate.

The custom's officer noticed my nervousness. My hands were shaking. I was smuggling child porno dammit! A stupid mistake! These guys were trained to sniff that stuff. I could picture myself being escorted in some office after they had searched my luggage. I could see three policemen surrounding me while they popped the evidence in the machine. I could feel the ultimate humiliation as the images of young Asian boys getting sodomized filled the screen of a small monitor.

"Got something to declare?" the fellow demanded.

"Erh 3; no! I didn't bring back anything 3;"

A loud thud resonated. He stamped my passport. It was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard. I scurried away to the exit, checking to make sure my bags were sealed properly, obsessing at the thought of the VHS tape jumping out of a breach, when I was so near the end of the perilous adventure.

I sighed heavily upon unlocking the door to my bachelor. The dreadful experience had drained all of my energy. I put to damn video in the VCR and watched the TV intently. The presence of Richard in the movie startled me. He was alone, sitting on a bar stool, speaking softly.

"Hello son! This is your dad! You have probably grown a lot since I last saw you. I know your mother tells you it's best that you don't meet me. And she's right 3;"

The End

#2
Unleashed in the East

A dad and his son have sexual experiences in a permissive Thailand and the notion of balance in the world. Warning: there is a rape scene at the end.

Jason (12yo), Kung (10yo), and Jason's father Charles
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"If you want to study the social and political history of modern nations, study hell." – T.M.

Chapter 1
The thieving magpie

Jason Smith's dad was locked up in the conference hall for all day again. Jason hated that. With the years, he had even started to despise the discipline of psychology and all the seminars his dad had to attend in foreign countries.

He stretched his hand to close the TV and looked around the luxurious hotel room. A sigh of boredom escaped his lips. The warm light of the sun beamed through a large window, inviting him seductively. He trotted to the glass and watched outside the nearly empty beach. His mind swirled. He wanted to go there, get a coke 3; but the language barrier scared him to death.

Gathering his courage, he headed for the bathroom to change into his swim suit. In front of the mirror, he slipped his white briefs down his slender legs and stopped to admire his body. At twelve, the first signs of muscles forming on his skinny frame made his bosom swell with pride. Every inch of him was hard and firm.

Absentmindly, his right hand flattened the unruly locks of his blond hair as he stared at his naked form. He had a secret love for his cock which was pretty impressive in his eyes. Even though he didn't have a single hair yet, he had one of the bigger ones in the showers at school. His slim circumcised dick hung low on two plump balls. And when he was horny, it could inflate to five glorious inches [12½ cm].

Waking from his narcissist trance, he smiled at himself. The cruel reflection returned a mouthful of steely braces, which he hid right away with his lips.

A tight red Speedo on his loins, he walked out the hotel room, down the elevator, shying away from the men gawking at his strange erotic beauty.

The heat from outside hit him like a ton of brick. Much to his surprise, the barman spoke English and he ordered a large soft drink. There was no shortage of deserted long chairs on the idyllic beach. He selected one under an umbrella to watch the scenery.

Amidst the few tourists, the only people there were kids splashing in the sea and chasing each other. He looked at them with interest. His dad had told him about these kids. How poor they were and what they had to do sometimes in order to survive. As he spotted a group of them, he wondered which one were into that situation.

Their Asian features were fascinating. All of them with dark hair, naturally tanned skin and full lips. The group of boys his age got closer and closer. They were all wearing wet underwear and throwing a ball around him. The obvious contrast of their skin colour disturbed Jason. He looked so white among them. He didn't know if he should introduce himself or run away.

They chatted together in a language he didn't understand and pointed fingers at him. This was all Jason needed to make his heart pound under his rib cage. Most of them disappeared all of a sudden, leaving one boy behind.

The abandoned kid approached Jason with a wide smile on his youthful mug. Jason estimated him two years younger, from his height. He smiled back trying not to show his knees were shaking.

"Hi My name – Kung?" said the little boy in a barely comprehensible English.

"Hi, uh, my name is Jason."

The brown skin of the Asian boy mesmerized the twelve-year-old. He surveyed his lithe body. A red bandana held up his unattended black hair. And the only other piece of clothing on him was dirty underpants soaked with seawater. He concentrated on the bulge down there, enough that the beach boy smiled with a wicked grin.

"You – wanna – uh – blow?" Kung peeped, inserting a finger in his mouth to simulate fellatio.

Jason froze on the chair. He knew everything about sex. School and his dad had been very straightforward concerning this matter. The idea of experimenting with the young boy, far away from America where no one would know, blossomed in his mind. Actually, burst in his mind.

"Uh 3;" was all he could answer. This was so embarrassing. He leaped from the chair and gestured to the boy to follow him. Nervously, he strolled back to the hotel room. Behind him, the Asian boy tagged along.

All the strangers he encountered seemed to know what was up and he bowed his head to avoid their stares.

***

The lock of the door was comforting to Jason. Now he was in his sanctuary. This was his hotel room. Private and perfect. All the sex things he had heard and seen in porno movies, he could have this submissive boy do. He wanted the Asian kid to suck his cock. He wanted to fuck the Asian kid very hard. He wanted to come in his little face. All this would only cost him his allowance probably.

A surge of maturity travelled in his young body. He was in control. His boydick threatened to tear his Speedo as he handed a couple of American bills to the boy.

Kung smiled and pulled down his underwear before sitting in a vinyl armchair. The imp spread his legs wide, amused by the reaction of the American boy. This was gonna be a piece of cake. Accustomed to the huge painful pricks of the adult tourists, the little dink of the virgin boy was welcomed.

Jason looked directly at the genitals obscenely exposed for him. The little Asian boy was also hairless and his brownish dickhead poked from his foreskin. He shucked his red Speedo off and stood naked next to the young boywhore, cupping the child's golden balls.

When the fingers of Kung fiddled with his growing penis, the tingles of sexual desire flooded his groin. For a minute, they both toyed with their young meat, fondling the smooth skin of their immature genitals, not really knowing what to do.

Jason yearned for more action and Kung took over, bringing his snow white erection to his mouth. He watched the Asian lad wrapped his lips around his throbbing organ, not believing this was happening for real. The warmth of the kid's mouth was amazing. He could feel his cock lengthen in the wet cavity.

The ten-year-old bobbed his head on his hard-on, suctioning like an expert. Jason stared at his dick disappearing in the hungry hole and fed it more and more, shoving his shaft in. Then the youngster released his turgid boycock and began licking it. Twirling his pink tongue on every centimetre. Slurping the bloated head, eliciting moans of pleasure from the blond boy.

Next were the testicles, one at a time, sucked in, suckled and savoured.

Kung smiled at his work. The American child was purring, shivering from his stimulation. He motioned to him to sit down and continued sucking his five hard inches [12½ cm]. Pushing one white leg to his shoulder, he gained more access to his crotch, pushing his face in there to service the youngster.

The twelve-year-old was a squealer. Kung appreciated that. Every time he swallowed the kid tool, Jason would moan with his soprano voice. The room became alive with Uhs Oooos of sexual delight.

He licked the tender scrotum and started a slow descent. Taking swipes below it, then lower and lower until he reached the tiny clean opening. A pink eye between the perfectly white asscheeks. He darted the tip of his tongue at it. Soon it was covered with saliva and glistening.

He inserted his oral instrument into the hole and began rimming in earnest the delicious orifice, totally different from the salty assholes of his other clients who stayed in the sea all day.

Jason closed his eyes, praying that his rigid dick wouldn't shoot right away, before the Asian kid had finished eating his ass out. The wiggly probe was like a piece of heaven. It tickled every nerve ending of his anus.

"Uhhhhhhhh uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," his cries echoed. He couldn't look down, the scene was too much for his young hormones. So he stared at the ceiling, at his toes in the air, cramping up from the intense pleasure.

Delivered just at the brink of orgasm, Jason left his place for the younger boy to take. This was the big moment, the time to lose his virginity. He locked his eyes on his tanned partner offering his body to him.

Kung had taken the time to go the bathroom fetch some Vaseline and now was bending over the arm of the vinyl chair, spreading his buns wide with his little hands. Even though they couldn't communicate, they had known exactly what to do to make the other understand. And Jason was aware it was time to stick his dick up his new friend's butt.

He idly masturbated his greased-up erection. The shithole seemed so tiny for his big prickhead. All around the Asian kid's opening, the puckered grayish skin indicated past penetrations.

"FUCK ME C'mon ram it in my ass!" Kung exclaimed with almost no accent this time.

Jason lined up his pulsing member in the cleft of the boy's rear. Nervous and excited, he searched for the entrance. Swaying his hips, the first inch of his penis entered the boy. He groaned loudly, slipping more of his hard flesh into the kid. The often-fucked anus swallowed him easily and with no effort his entire cock was inside the lads rectum.

Kung looked back to see the American boy's face. The look of ecstasy was priceless. He moaned softly, pretending to be overwhelmed by the thin dagger in his chute.

"Ohhhh you soooooo goood!"

The tube of flesh sliding in and out of the little hole exhilarated Jason. He watched his dick come in and out as he began to sodomize the young boy slowly. Holding his tanned hips, he gradually increased the rhythm, enjoying every second of his first anal coitus.

All the while, Kung cried out to arouse him even more, "FUCK ME!"

"Fuck me HARDER!"

"Ohhhh DEEPER!"

Jason listened to the boy, groaning madly the faster he pushed his dick into him. The fuckhole strangled his penis with every plunge into his guts. Pretty soon, his ballsack was bouncing off the kid's bum as he assfucked him with vigour and determination.

"Uhh uhhhh uhhhhhhhhh uhhhhh," he screamed pumping the Asian boy with all his might.

Thoughts raced in his mind. A little guilt and the possibility of his father bursting in the room to discover him copulating with a local ten-year-old.

The sound of their bodies colliding resonated in the hotel room in between their shrieks of pleasure. Jason felt his body transform into a fucking machine. The same tempo, plowing in and out the little bottom of the sweating child. He reached new plateaus of bliss, fucking faster and harder, his muscles tensed from the incredibly savage coupling.

Kung continued calling him, "Yeah yeah You so good Fuck my asshole hard!"

Jason bucked his hips frantically and a jolt of pure delight electrified his young tool. He yelped uncontrollably, a terrific orgasm taking a grip of his entire body.

His first jet spurted fiercely inside the little boy's rectum. He pulled out just in time to watch himself ejaculate his timid load on the kid's perky buttocks. The three spurts that followed made him tremble.

His biggest spill of semen so far, landed mostly in the gaping red hole and oozed in the crack, then down Kung's thighs.

***

Charles Smith glanced at his watch. The conference had ended early and he still had two hours before he picked up Jason for supper. Plenty of time to check out the spot he had found in the guide. They had an attraction called Brothers he had been anxious to look up ever since his arrival, but his son had always been in the way.

Beyond the market square, into the seedy poor neighbourhood was where he trotted slowly. Dirty street kids tugged at his sleeves for some change and he wanted to satisfy them all, emptying his pockets of all the coins he possessed.

The place called 'Show Boys' he entered was almost empty. Only a few clients watched three teenagers prancing around in swim suits to the beat of loud American dance music.

He noticed the sign peepshow in neon and walked to the back of the establishment, his heart racing. A row of gray doors was protected by a short Asian man who screamed, "Number six, number six, twenty dollars."

Most of doors were locked with the indication in use over the handle. Seemed he wasn't the only one crazy enough to come here. He paid the host and took his place in the stall.

In the small cubicle he found a chair and a roll of toilet paper. A large window towered over a round empty stage. Other men were waiting for the show to begin. Men like him. In their forties, clean-shaven, probably wealthy.

The circular stage began moving, turning round and round at a slow pace. He peered intently at a small door and two Asian boys appeared from it. They walked to the centre of the stage, oblivious to the stares all around.

One looked about seven and the other twice his age, scantily clad in only green bikini briefs. From their facial features, he figured they were really siblings. Neither of them seemed in distress. A wide smile illuminated the youngest one as his big brother ran his hands down his chest. He tickled his armpits and the little imp giggled hysterically.

Already, Charles could feel his erection hurting in his pants from the erotic spectacle.

The Asian teen ground his crotch in the back of his little brother and pinched his tiny erect nipples in front. His hands gently caressed the kid's golden belly until they reached his underwear. Slowly, he pulled them down, exposing the child's hairless package to the crowd.

For a boy that small, his genitals seemed huge to Charles, protruding between his skinny thighs. The teenager pulled on the kid's penis to make it grow, rolling back the folds of foreskin to uncover his juicy glans. The child grimaced, getting aroused more and more until his dickie turned into a hard branch almost reaching his bellybutton.

Fleeing from his big brother's arms, the little imp crawled to the floor towards a harness. Laying his back on the ground, he threw his legs to his head in a swift motion that rolled him in a ball. The fourteen-year-old helped his little brother with his acrobatic movements.

He held his tiny ankles next to his face, fastening them down with leather straps. In that position, the Asian kid could reach his steely erection just by raising his head. Something he did right away, sticking his little tongue out to lick his own dickhead. His firm buttocks were parted obscenely for everyone to see his tight pucker.

For the next moments, the little boy pulled on his dick with his fingers to get more of it in his mouth. Sometimes managing to stuff two inches [5 cm] of boydick between his lips. His free hand massaged his balls as he blew his young meat with undeniable hunger.

The scene was too much for Charles. He unzipped his pants and freed his massive hard-on to give it some attention, making sure his eyes caught every swipe of that Asian kid tongue on his pecker.

The older boy caressed his brother's butt and removed his green underwear to release his enormous boner. The hairy prong reached seven inches [18 cm] and pulsed pointing at the ceiling. He kneeled next to the little boy and began kissing and licking the valley between his smooth asscheeks.

The immobilized child giggled and wiggled his toes while his big brother ate his ass out, sucking faster his wet boycock. The audience held his breath from the incredible view. The teenager pushed his slimy tongue directly into the small hole, past the anal sphincters. The hand on his big cock flew at the same time he tongue-fucked his young brother.

The big boy spit two times in the orifice and placed his cockhead in front of the lubricated anus. The child's moans turned to grunts as the large prick invaded his narrow rectum at a ninety-degree angle. One inch at a time, the long fuck pole slid slowly inside him.

The teenager watched his little brother, penetrating his dick until he was buried to the hilt in the seven-year-old. Hauled over him, he began doing push-up motion, pumping his organ into the little boy. After making sure the hole was dilated enough, the rhythm of the fucking increased and soon, he bounced on the whimpering child.

The harder he got fucked, the faster the Asian kid sucked his hard-on, his eyes locked on the long penis pistonning his small butt. His cries of pain and pleasure echoed in the room.

"Uhhh uhhh uhhhhhhhhhh uhhhh uhhhhh!"

The solid fuck strokes shook his tied down body, until finally his body convulsed in the throes of prepubescent orgasm. The small boy let go of his jutting dick and stared at it jerk with pleasure, feeling the hard intruder still lodged deeply near his throbbing prostate.

For the next seconds, the teenager banged his little brother lost in the afterglow of climax. He pulled out quickly and shoved his exploding tool in front of the child's face.

Ropes after ropes of warm sperm erupted, splashing the boy's face. The little lad opened his mouth, trying to catch the abundant seed spewing from his big brother's cock. Like a faucet of jism, the big pole squirted white cream on his mug, covering it with a sticky blanket.

As the little boy giggled, licking the semen on his lips, Charles tugged on his man-sized prick a few more times and shot like never before, imagining himself coming in the kid's mouth.

Chapter 2
The serpent's tongue

After supper and a meeting with his colleagues, Charles Smith headed back to his hotel room to find his son already asleep on the bed, his face distorted by the flashing colours of the television. For a moment, he stared in awe at the boy with yellow hair, contemplating the delicate beauty of his every curve he had inherited from his mother.

The small bikini briefs he wore hung, tightly to his loins, covering his childish maleness. His pecs like tiny pink erasers stood proudly from the cold breeze of the opened window and his usual translucent skin shone from a newly acquired sunburn.

Charles sighed heavily as he examined his boy, the most important treasure in the world, the object of his undying love. But suddenly, glimpses of his afternoon sex escapade popped in his brain. The little boy getting screwed steadily. He imagined Jason, naked, there on the stage, used by the bigger teenager. The more the picture clarified in his mind, the more his anger bubbled inside. He could never let anyone hurt his boy. What kind of monster would do this?

Jason moaned in his sleep and he joined him on the mattress, throwing the covers over their bodies. The warm young child was vibrant beside him. He kissed his forehead and nudged the precious little head in his armpit before dozing off promptly.

That night he dreamt. He dreamt of a snake biting its tail.

***

The grunts and wails ended abruptly. Jason sighed, his ear still glued to the wall to listen to the noises in the other room. For half and hour, he had been entertained by the fuck sounds of a young boy being sodomized roughly. He had imagined him in his head, his little butt getting plugged by a big cock. His small body shaken like a puppet as the buggerer pounded into him mercilessly.

The exuberant sexuality of the country made him feel dizzy. It was everywhere. And now his twelve-year-old dickie was stiff like a bone in his shorts. The cries still resonated in his mind as he opened the door.

From the adjacent room, the young child opened the door too. He watched him. No older than eight, the kid limped a few yards, as if a big log was still shoved up his behind, and disappeared down the stairs that led to the back of the hotel.

Jason snickered in his head all the way to the beach. On the large sex playground, the coffee-colored children still played carelessly. Some of them soliciting the tourists openly, flashing their hairless genitals at the best prospects. A lot of the men gawked at him as he trotted slowly, seeking his new friend Kung amidst the crowd.

But it was the youngster who found him first, jumping his back from behind.

What the fuck? Jason blurted before realizing he was attacked by the familiar boy with a crimson bandana. He smiled wholeheartedly. The moment was ripe for a conversation, but there was nothing he could say the boy would really comprehend. Nothing even subtle he could muster to coax the kid into letting him have his way with his tanned body again.

"I-I-I was looking for you 3;" Jason stammered despite how futile it was.

The Asian lad replied automatically even though his American friend didn't understand a thing. His eyes drifted towards the white kid's Speedo. The turgid boydick was clearly discernable and he smiled wickedly, tugging on his arm to follow him.

Jason became nervous as they got further and further from the hotel, into the poor suburbs of the city. More children dressed in rags begged at the corner of the streets they climbed. His mind raced. With every passing second, he wondered if he would be able to get back to the hotel on his own without getting lost. Every time the Asian boy smiled though, it spiked his courage.

They entered a rundown building. In the backroom, an old man with rotten teeth greeted Kung. Jason surveyed the small room filled with children. The connection was obvious. The man was Kung's pimp and this was his working place.

A tourist slowly trotted inside the establishment. Kung guided Jason through a breach in the wall where they could hide. This was so wicked the twelve-year-old giggled. Little holes everywhere in the wood planks allowed the small voyeurs a perfect view of the scene.

The strange fellow, obviously in disguise walked in front of the children of both sexes. He pointed at a bashful nine-year-old, and the Asian man nodded at the selected kid. The small boy disappeared up the stairs slowly as the client paid his due.

Jason followed Kung in the cramp secret corridors where they headed to the room upstairs. The stench of the dirty room tickled his nose through the peepholes. His eyes wide open, he scanned the dingy room. A bed, a dresser and a toilet in the corner were all there was to see.

The adult walked in nervously, rearranging his fake beard and wig. He eyed the nine-year-old whore a moment with undeniable lust. The child removed his torn shirt, quite used to the drill, exposing his skinny brown chest. With little enthusiasm, he lowered his shorts and spread his legs. His tiny deflated dink bent downward on his small testicles.

The tall man caressed the naked child on the edge of the bed, gently moving his hand between his velvet thighs, cupping his little hairless balls and awaking the young uncircumcised pecker. The Asian kid cooed from the erotic touching.

In a snap, the adult slipped out of his trousers, his hairy prick oozing transparent gel. Jason spied curious as the dark stranger flipped the youngster on his knees with his strong arms.

I think you're a naughty boy 3; I think you need a good spanking the man muttered, fondling the child's firm buttocks. He raised his hand and the first stroke echoed in the stinky room.

"Oye!" the small boy cried.

SMACK Oye SMACK ooy SMACK Oye SMACK Oye

The lads plaintive yelps turned to tears as the opened hand slapped forcefully his tender behind. He couldn't help but wiggle in the lap of his client.

"Ohh yeahh you're a naughty little boy 3; naughty naugh-ty"

SMACK SMACK

The man stared in a trance at the little golden buns blushing red, his hard-on rubbing on the belly of his plaything of the afternoon. Another dozen smacks and the Asian kid pleaded for it to stop.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

Jason's stomach was turning behind the wall. But his awkwardness vanished as he looked at Kung smiling sinfully, realizing his friend was accustomed to it.

On your knees and suck me little fuck the man blurted, throwing the skinny sobbing child to the floor.

His big cock was like a large greasy cucumber in front of the small head of the Asian kid. He smeared his fluid on the face of the boy, rubbing his red knob all over.

Jason noticed Kung taking out his erect boydick and he did the same, completely overtaken by horniness. He tugged on it slowly as the man in the room pressed his penis on the little boy's lips.

Grasping him by a tuft of dirty hair, the adult forced his manmeat down the nine-year-old's throat. Right away, he began fucking the wet cavity, shoving the bulk of his maleness inside the kid's mouth.

The Asian child's lips turned red as the large piece of flesh slammed past his tonsils with rapid thrust. He gagged repeatedly, moaning in distress as the violent oral onslaught pursued.

Jason and Kung masturbated fiercely examining the pornographic spectacle. They winked at each other, jerking off madly and trying to remain silent. As the intense face fucking culminated, Jason thought he would scream in bliss. This was so hot. Real live action sex three feet [90 cm] from him. Not the moronic stuff in porno mags.

The strange mans contorted mug was streaming with sweat and his fake beard threatened to fall. Jason gasped as the fury disguise drop suddenly to the floor. He cocked his head sideways, freezing in surprise. It was his dad? His own father using this mere child, three years younger than him.

The man removed his pole from the little mouth with a pop and stretched on the bed. Don't just stay there Come here and suck me he called. The little Asian kid jumped on the mattress, gripping the hard organ with his stubby fingers. He smiled, this time in control of the situation, before bringing the hot long member to his sucking mouth.

Jason stared paralysed at his father getting pleasured by the young lad. Like father like son? They had something in common now he concluded, even though the thought of a man his age having sex disgusted him.

He recalled his interlude with Kung, how he had fucked him with no remorse. How it would be hypocrite to condemn his father for doing the same. As he jacked off with renewed horniness, watching the little boy blowing his dad's cock, he felt a sudden confidence grow in his heart. This was ok after all. He was gonna fuck all the little butts he could find before leaving this country. His dad would obviously bless his decision.

"Hmmmmm uhmmmmm!" Charles moaned as the Asian boy concentred on the rim of his cockhead, flicking his pink tongue with frenetic attention. The expert sucking brought him to the edge time and time again.

"You're gonna make me cum little bastard," he exclaimed, raising his large frame off the bed. For the next moments, he guided the boy in position. Putting him on all fours, spreading his legs, all the time caressing his buns and hairless genitals.

The Asian kid cooed as the big male pushed the tip of the tube of lubricant in his asshole. The gooey jelly filled his guts. Yeah, all nice and slippery.. Charles whispered rubbing grease around the small orifice with his index.

He put the boy's little hands on his asscheeks, and the immature whore understood he had to spread them. The scene was perfect. Charles reached for his camera and snapped a few quick shots of the view. The nine-year-old's tiny hole was clearly visible because of the repeated intrusion it had endured. It gaped one centimetre [½ inch] and bore puckered sore skin all around. The small testicles hung below the opening between his two delicious brown thighs.

Jason's vision blurred from the flash. Next to him, Kung was pulling his pud with non-stop intensity. His eyes returned to normal just as his dad was about to mount the little kid. It occurred to him that the big penis that had created him could never fit in such a tiny ass? He was wrong.

Charles watched his fuckstick glistening with KY. As if in slow motion, he approached the boy's tail. His bloated dickhead tingled as he touched the tight anus. The nine-year-old's cries were in vain as he pierced the tiny asshole. The warm comfort of his knob inside the boy had him hissing for more. Slowly, he slipped his eight-inch [20 cm] prick deeper in the narrow rectum until he had sunk ball-deep inside the shuddering boy.

A couple of energetic stabs with his cock had the little child yelping in his native tongue which Charles didn't comprehend. "You like this? uh?" the man cooed. "There you go," he added thrusting his penis with a steady tempo. His hands groped for a firm grip on the limp nine-year-old and the best hold he found was pressing his skinny shoulders in the sheets with his right hand while holding his hip with his left. That way he could savour his illegal buggering to the max, grunting like a beast, unaware that his son was witnessing his coupling.

The two spies with their shorts down, played with their hairless erection with more vigour as the adult fucked in earnest the small boy. The sounds of the sodomy resonated in their ears, and even the smell of sex could travel through their peepholes to reach their nostrils.

Jason's head was spinning, he could see it all. The long white prong plowing deep inside the brown little ass of the kid, his red pucker stretched to the limit to accept the rigid organ. The suffering on the mug of the pre-pubescent Asian, his slit eyes shut tight from the pain of the thorough buttfuck.

He couldn't believe his eyes as his father increased his rhythm, fucking the lad with even more power until the bed banged against the wall and both partners yelled in the throes of their savage reunion.

"UHHHHH UHHH UHHHH UHHHH UHRRRRRRRGGGGGHHH!" his dad chanted, covering the young child's plaintive whimpers.

For the next hour, Jason watched and masturbated as his father ravaged the Asian kid in all the position ever possible. The nine-year-old on his back, his body folded in two, with his fathers weight on it as he pounded into his anal tunnel.

The little boy with one skinny leg in the air, taking the big fuckpole sideways in the butt. The little boy sitting on his dad's hard-on, as he coaxed him to slide on it faster, impaling himself harder. The little boy in mid-air, hanging from his father's hips with the large penis buried up his chute.

Both their bodies dripped with considerable sweat and the small child, overwhelmed by the strength of his client laid totally limp as he possessed his featherweight body, moaning from time to time. His anus had dilated fully and didn't bring him any pain as the man shoved the entire length of his fuckstick in his rectum.

Charles carried the Asian child to the dresser and turned him on his tummy. With the remaining energy he had, he slammed away. The little boy's feet rapped against the drawers as he assfucked mercilessly.

Jason watched Kung shaking next to him, and his eyes shuttered when his boyish orgasm racked his tired body. His small erection jolted, a single drop of sperm appearing from his pissslit.

Just at the same time, he looked at his father's buns tensing. His cries of joy echoed from what he figured was the best fuck of his life.

From the look of relief on the child's face, he imagined he was being filled with hot spunk, plastering his intestines. His dad released his cock from the confines of the kid's rectum and his seed spurted on the sweaty tanned back of the boy.

Again, Charles had the boy kneeling on all fours as he snapped pictures of his well-used red and puffy asshole oozing rivers of white jism.

Chapter 3
The dragon's punishment

Jason blushed as they walked outside the secret bordello. Dozens of people were running up the street and his erection was still strong in his navy blue shorts. For a moment, he tried to forget what he had just seen. It was so unbelievable, that his mind kept coming back to it. Maybe it wasn't his dad after all? Just a vision.

Kung laughed at the blond boy's sudden stiffness, amused by the spaced out look on his mug. He clicked his fingers in front of his eyes and invited him to stroll up a nearby street.

After a while, an abandoned factory appeared in front of the American boy's eyes. Still considerably horny, he wished the place was a hideaway for them to have hot sweaty boy-sex and finally release his tension. But the roaring sound of a crowd dampened his enthusiasm.

Both youngsters stepped into the large warehouse, finding themselves in the middle of an arena. A hundred men were gathered around a square mat where a couple of twelve-year-olds were boxing.

Jason watched his little Asian friend already screaming the name of one of the boxers, obviously encouraging him to beat the hell out of the other. But the blond boy's thoughts weren't focused on the sport. He examined the two young Asians with something else in mind. They were only wearing underwear and red boxing gloves. As they bounced around, he stared at their genitals moving all about in their undies. The sweat and water that was sprayed at them had rendered the small garment almost transparent and Jason relished the opportunity to see all of their young glory.

He could see it all; the brown firm buns, the large testicles unprotected by a jock strap, and the meaty wieners. He could even tell they weren't circumcised. The manly bout was strangely erotic to him. One of the boys mesmerized him. His prick seemed huge for his compact body. It looked so heavy. And it was heavy. The Asian boy's underpants were below the hipbones from the big package it had to support.

The object of Jason's admiration released a quick jab suddenly, flattening the other kid. The audience cheered.

"That – my – brother." Kung exclaimed, raising his arms in a V.

Jason smiled, happy for his younger friend.

***

The journey had been incredible and Jason's excitement was about to peak. He could feel it as they walked into the slums. The boy was leading him to show him his home, after a long walk in the neighbourhood.

The house stood on the edge of a cliff, like all the other around, a hovel. In a minute he had visited it entirely. Only three small rooms. A kitchen, a bedroom for the adults and one for the kids. Jason knew that Kung had to sleep in the same bed with his older brother the boxer. His thoughts turned to the many nights the young boy had probably been sodomized by his siblings long penis.

Always his compulsive self, Jason browsed through the Asian boy's toys, getting a sense of how privileged he was as he went through the meagre possessions. A stuff bear here, a GI JOE, some miniatures cars. But mostly, boy-made toys, wooden sticks and recycled paper balls.

Kung watched silently the American boy peeking around. Bored beyond belief, he fished under his bed a stack of magazine and handed them to the blond twelve-year-old with a smile. Something he knew for sure would wake him up.

Jason's eyes widened as he turned the pages of the magazines. On every pages, naked boys were playing with each other sexually. Little kids sucking their dinks, close-ups of a ten-year-old getting assfucked by a teenager, a little boy blowing a dog and adults shooting their loads in the mouths and anuses of small children.

One of the magazine featured the same boy who was sitting on the bed next to him. Jason grinned wickedly as he studied him servicing two men.

Kung realized the white kid was looking at his pictures. He cooed loudly and stood on the mattress. Swaying his hips, he began a strip-tease for his foreign friend. With two quick kicks, he threw his sandals across the bedroom getting Jason's full attention.

Slowly, he removed his dirty t-shirt. Jason had forgotten about the mags now and was staring at the real kid in front of him. Kung unfastened the button of his shorts and wiggled his hips to let them ease down his skinny brown legs. Only in skimpy red bikini underwear, he grabbed his crotch, giggling like a toddler.

The seat of his undies was only a string, buried in the cleft of his round asscheeks. Jason's hard-on was aching in his short pants, anticipating the warm mouth it was headed for.

But just as he was about to pull down his zipper, something he never imagined happened. A tremendous force. A push coming from behind him.

Hey he yelled as two strangers laid their weight on his back. His face was crushed in the mattress, hands were working behind his back, tying his wrist. "Stop it," he pleaded.

The voices of the three males in the room got mingled. Gibberish he couldn't comprehend. Closing his eyes, Jason hoped it was a bad dream. Or a game he figured innocently. Turning his head, he glanced at the two intruders, recognizing right away the older brother of Kung. The other boy was even older, around sixteen.

Unable to escape, the hands began to undress him slowly, torturing his naive mind. First, stealing his Nike than pulling on his blue socks. Soon, they were sliding his blue shorts off his white legs, and finally, removing his white briefs. His little penis had shrunk under his body from the intense fear. The boys chuckled around him, taking advantage of his helpless position.

Jason sobbed violently, pleading for Kung to save his butt. The Asian ten-year-old climbed on his back and patted his smooth buttocks.

"Now – my turn – fuck you!" he whispered in his ear.

The two older males gripped his ankles, spreading Jason's legs wide. He had not thought of the possibility that any boy would want bang his little butt. Fucking was something he did onto others. Not something that what supposed to be done to him.

As Kung began humping the boy's round white buttocks, his body quivered with the excitement of deflowering his young cherry ass. The gang aspect was even more exhilarating. He remembered how he was cornered one day three years ago when he was seven, by a trio of adolescents. The teenagers approached him, bent him over, and fucked his ass well. Regardless of the screams of pain and protests, the adolescents boys buttfucked him two or three times before they released him, upon which time he ran away crying, his asshole sore for several weeks after that. All in all a rough crash course in sexual practices.

Jason felt the humid knob of the Asian kid push against his tiny hole. Soon he found the more he tried to extirpate it, the more it slid inside his guts. "Arhhhhhhhh," he growled, feeling the small erection penetrating him. Much to his dismay, the thin penis of the pre-teen hurt like crazy in his virginal opening. His ass stretched, he had it all in him. The sting of betrayal buried up his rectum.

Afterwards, things became blurred. The boys suddenly turned wild around him. Kung dug his fingers in his flesh, thrusting his very hard boy-dick at a rapid pace in his bottom, wailing and moaning.

Jason's body tensed up from the dull pain in his asshole. Kung's brother presented his crotch to him, flaunting his beefy genitals. The cock he had so admired was inches from his noses. Mixed feelings mingled in his heart. He wanted to see the beautiful prick hard, but he didn't wanna have to suck it.

The thirteen-year-old rubbed his dickhead on the captive boy's lips, urging him to take it all in his mouth. Jason parted his lips and let himself be invaded by the hardening meat. With every thrust of his little brother in his butt, he was shoved on the older one's pole. After a slow start, Jason began to earnestly suck the penis of the boxer. The seven stiff inches [18 cm] tickled his tonsils.

But he found himself gagging too much on the huge piece of flesh and cocked his blond head to release the big teenage prong.

The Asian boy was not about to have him stop now. He spread his legs wider and began thrusting his groin at the boy's sucking mouth. He grabbed onto his head with both hands, and held on as he slammed his erection in and out of the twelve-year-old's oral cavity.

The sudden aggressiveness startled Jason, especially from the boy he had grown fond of after his boxing match. The thrusting organ in his mouth began to choke him as it drove deeper and deeper inside his throat. Jason struggled to free himself, moving left and right, however, the two Asian males were too excited to quit, and their strength far exceeded his own.

Sweat poured on his skin as the two boys ravaged both his orifices. Their groans of pleasure drowned his plaintive whimpers. With the accuracy of a clock, Kung buried his dick up his tender pucker, then the older partner shoved his massive penis inside his mouth.

With a few more deep thrusts, the thirteen-year-old let out a grunt, and with one final thrust, started spilling his semen in the Jason's mouth. The boy at first gagged as the fluid shot on his tongue and down his throat, but he quickly recovered, and instinct took over as he began to swallow. Several more seconds, and the teen's orgasm subsided.

Jason could still feel the imprints of the boy's fingers around his head. His body rocked back and forth, the bed squeaking, as Kung fucked him at one hundred miles on the verge of his climax. The small boy let out a high-pitched squeal and began jerking over him, in the throes of a dry but long orgasm.

Already exhausted, Jason glanced at the boy rapists. The oldest one was grinning and fondling his massive hard-on. Jason's heart sank. The boxer grabbed his ankles and pulled on them to bend him on the edge of the bed. Unwillingly, he spread his legs wide as a tormentor kicked his calves. For a moment, the siblings surveyed him, his white body, bound at their mercy. His little reddish asshole contracting and expanding in the aftershocks of his first fuck.

"Lemme go guys 3; please?" he pleaded, sobbing and hoping they could understand. The thirteen-year-old stepped behind him and rubbed his puckered fuckhole with a finger. Jason could feel the raging hard-on brushing against his soft asscheeks, not believing the boy could be horny already after cumming in his mouth seconds before.

Kung cheered for his older brother to enter the foreign kid and the young teenager positioned himself behind the boy. With one hand he placed his penis against the lad's anal opening. When he attempted to thrust inside of him all in one swift movement, the boy cried out in pain. He persisted and the boy yelled loudly, "ARHHHHHHHHHHH UHHHHHHHHHHHHRRGGGGGG ARRRGR ARRG!"

Kung promptly stuffed the boy's briefs in his jaws, silencing him at once. The athletic teen wrapped his arms tightly around the white kid, and pushed his penis back into the boy's narrow canal. With great difficulty, and a lot of muffled grunting, screeching, and complaining from the boy, he eventually managed to get himself totally inside of his skinny body. The young buggerer was amazed at the sensations that he was feeling. The asshole of the boy was far better feeling than that of the other loose ones that he had fucked. It could only have been equalled by his younger brother's virgin pucker of a long time ago.

The small shithole was like a warm glove around his turgid member. With long slow strokes, he explored the depths of the white child, sinking ball-deep into him. His moans of pleasure echoed in the bedroom.

Jason stood on his toes, like a human spring, as the long cock slipped inside his butt. Tired of fighting, he let his muscles relax, wincing in his gag each time the big hard-on painfully stretched his little hole wider.

The bed suddenly began to shake on the wooden floor. Jason's vision became foggy, his mind attempting to shut down the constant intrusion in his body. The teenager's hands gripped his shoulders as he pounded his steely pole at a fast rate. The heavy cum-filled testicles bounced on his rear end.

"Uhhhh uhhhh uhhhhh!" he complained barely loud enough for the other boys to hear.

Determined to enjoy every second, the young teenager savoured his fuck. And for long minutes, he fucked away at a steady tempo, biting his lip and watching his seven incher [18 cm] disappear fully inside the tiny bunghole. After about twenty more thrusts, he felt himself ready to cum, and with one final thrust, he sent his penis as far as it could go inside of the boy's ass. A wave of tingles travelled from his dickhead to his groin.

Overtaken by spasms of bliss, he squeeze the kid's shoulders, his pulsing cock shooting bursts after bursts of hot cum up his bum. At least a dozen times, his brothers observed his muscular buns twitch every time he painted the intestines of the twelve-year-old with his white goo.

Rushed by the eldest, he pulled out his cock of the sucking hole with a wet plop. The tall sixteen-year-old, sexed-up from watching his younger siblings have their way with the young boy took over. Swiftly, he folded the youngster in two, positioning him like a girl, on his back, his legs spread on each side of his head, and his gaping pussy boy-hole easily accessible.

Then he climbed on top of him, putting all his weight on the red-faced kid and aiming his thick erection towards his violated anus. Jason's eyes bulged at the sight of the man-size organ about to spear him and the Asian teenager grinned. Unable to scream, he shook his head wildly as the large penis penetrated him.

The Asian teen pulled out just as the tip of his cock popped inside the pre-pubescent boy's sphincter and after a second, he buried it inside the dilated hole again. Doing the same routine, he pulled out again and pushed it in again. And again, and again, and again. Every time, only inserting his bulbous prickhead inside the constricting anus. Enlarging the once virgin asshole to accept all of his massive manhood.

Jason grimaced with each painful invasion of the moist spongy flesh. Almost begging with his facial expressions that the strong teenager get done raping him so that it would finally be over.

Satisfied with his work, the dark-haired sixteen-year-old increased the forward pressure to penetrate the full length of his cock inside the sperm-filled rectum. The tight ring slid around the diameter of his shaft, swallowing him slowly, until he was firmly mounted on the child.

The ropes burned Jason's wrists under his back. Pinned down, he watched the huge prick sink into him between his slender legs. The teenager's eyes were evil as he began driving his hard-on fully into his ass. He thought he had known pain before with the two other brothers, but it was nothing compared to the tremendous assault he was experiencing with the tallest of the family.

His legs flailed in the air as the anal onslaught grew more intense. Hard slapping sounds of flesh against flesh resonated in the darkening room. His ordeal had taken hours and he wondered for a second if his dad was worried. Totally possessed by the older male, he felt like a puppet, shaken and ravaged mercilessly. Praying the big cock wouldn't bust his ass, he closed his eyes, grunting with every hard plowing.

As much as he tried blocking the brutal sodomy, his mind focused on it. His little anus had become accustomed to the large organ. It plowed deep inside his bowels, rubbing against his prostate. He felt as if the teenage cock would come out of his mouth if he didn't have his briefs lodged in there.

Not believing what was happening, he watched his shrivelled dick suddenly stiffen between his thighs. How could this be happening? The more the rigid cock bumped his prostate, the more he got aroused. He wanted to cry, break his bounds and hold on to the tall Asian boy as he rode him savagely.

The sixteen-year-old noticed the renewed arousal of the pre-teen kid and fucked him even harder, eager to make him come anally for the first time. Faster and harder he sodomized his little butt, his cock flying in and out of the diminutive opening.

Jason shuddered as he grew closer to his orgasm. "MMMMM mmMMMMM HMMMMMM!" he moaned, his toes cramping up in the air. A quick stab hit the spot in his rectum and without touching once his dick, he recognized the wonderful jolts of pleasure that came with his usual climaxes. His penis pulsated five times, spraying his face with droplets of liquid boyjuice.

After several more seconds of heavy duty fucking, the Asian began to feel that sensation in the bottom of his balls. As it continued to mount, and spread to the very base of his penis, he increased his thrusting madly. All at once the sensations were too much and he ejaculated inside the little ass.

Groaning and gasping for air, he pulled out to shoot the rest of his load on the boy's sweaty tummy. His abundant seed formed lakes from his navel to his erect nipples.

Finally relieved, Jason sighed on the bed, thinking up excuses for his failure to make it for supper in time.

The three boys let the young wobbly tourist go and untied his bound hands but not before urinating in his totally dilated red little bumhole.

The End