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Callum was bored, lately there was nothing unusual about that, Bored was the norm, ever since his mum and dad had divorced and his dad had dragged him of to live a nomadic life style, in the Far East. Callum’s dad works for an international Aid Organization, they went to the Countries where his dad was needed the most, and this subsequently meant that the places he went to live and work, were invariably third world countries where poverty was the order of the day.

This City in the south of Pakistan is no different; it appeared to Callum that all the people in this place, are poor and starving, and none more so than the street k**s and the beggars who accost the foreigners. The beggars offered all manner of wares, and sometimes they even offered themselves and their c***dren to the rich foreigners, they would do anything to get money to buy food to sustain themselves and their families.

Callum’s dad had warned him not to go into the southern sector of this large squalid city, it is the sleaziest part of town, where the pimps and prostitutes work and live. Rather than scare Callum off it had the opposite affect, like a mosquito drawn to a bright light, Callum drawn to explore that forbidden zone. To seek out experiences that he could not yet put into words.

Callum had finished his shower and stood gazing at himself in the full-body length mirror, seductively he rotated his slim naked hips and giggled boyishly as he watched his reflection in the mirror as his small 4 inch uncut penis bounce sexily back and forwards.

At thirteen years of age, Callum was small for his age and he was yet to show any real signs of puberty, only a few small hairs had started to sprout around the base of his cock, he’d worried about that, but his dad assured him that puberty was inevitable, the fact that he had blond hair didn’t help as there was very little contrast between his pale white skin and his light colored hair.

Callum tugged on his cock which caused blood to rush into it as his cock extended to its full length four inch length, for a moment he was tempted to keep pulling on it until he felt that special build up that would lead to the wonderful feeling when he would cum. Lately he had even started to produce small quantities of milky white fluid. Still he would have preferred that he look older, or at least look his age.
Callum stopped pulling on his cock, because he knew that if he blew his load then his courage would dissolve and he wouldn’t have the nerve to go exploring in the forbidden sector, so instead he reluctantly let go of his penis and picked up his bright red briefs, for a moment he hesitated, should he wear underwear?
Probably, he pulled on a pair of baggy cargo shorts and his favorite tee shirt, it was a touch on the small side but it was after all his lucky shirt. Finally he pulled on his ankle socks and converse keds, brushed his hair away from his eyes and got ready to leave.

Mum used to follow him around the house with a hair brush, his long blond hair was nearly always across his eyes, “how can you see where your going?” his mum would argue as she tried to brush his hair away from his eyes, but Callum liked it best that way, it hid his eyes, not that he didn’t have nice eyes, they were green, but both his parents had the brightest blue eyes and it was the one single thing about himself, that he wished he could change. At least his dad couldn’t care less how he wore his hair or his clothes.

It was mid afternoon when Callum finally left the Hotel where he and his dad lived, albeit his dad was away most of the time leaving Callum alone for weeks on end. Callum felt a twinge of guilt as he turned south towards the river. Before leaving the Hotel room, he stashed a small amount of the local currency into his shorts pocket, not enough to be a tragedy if he was robbed but still enough, by Callum’s reckoning, to buy something.

He walked along the esplanade which fortunately was not too crowded at this time of the day as most of the locals were still enjoying their midday siesta. He continued on south until he reached the river, he was now on the boundary of his local knowledge in terms of geography, he looked behind him at the large predominant spier of a church, and decided that would be his compass if he got lost.

On the southern side of the river the smell and the poverty was far more obvious, bleak faces stared up at him as he walked with purpose towards the southern area of town, here the peoples situation was so desperate that the poor did not even bother to beg. It was much the same for the next mile or so, until slowly Callum noticed that the surroundings were changing, every now and then he saw a cinema or some kind of club and even though he could not read the writing on the local signs he could tell by the pictures on the billboards that they were naughty cinemas or clubs or XXXX book shops. It wasn’t long before he was accosted for the first time by a local prostitute, brazenly she walked right up to him, smiled sweetly and reached out and placed her hand over his crotch.

Callum jumped back in surprise which made the whore laugh. He did not understand a word of what she was saying but he had gotten the gist of it. Suddenly other whores were around him, before long he was in the midst of 4 girls or rather ladies, none of them were particularly pretty or young.

Callum was frightened, nothing like this had ever happened to him before, it was far from how he imagined it laying awake at night fantasizing. Their hands roamed over his body, one went under his tee shirt and pinched his nipple, another slid along his smooth hairless legs and yet another hand was squeezing his butt appreciatively. Callum panicked and started to struggle which only made them more determined, clearly they were enjoying humiliating the small white boy. Finally he managed to break free and he made a dash for it, two of the whores gave chase as he ran blindly down an alley which led to another and yet another, he kept running until he felt sure he had lost them and he leant heavily against a wall, to catch his breath.

Callum was startled by a voice that came out of the dark and was about to panic, when he looked and saw it was only a small beggar boy, who looked to be about 11 years old. “I don’t understand what you’re saying” Said Callum as the little boy rambled on.

The boy saw the blank expression on Callum’s face and realized that the blond boy did not speak the local language, so he tried the little English that he had learnt from watching the rich people play cricket at the oval, he went there sometimes to beg, “You want sexy?” The boy asked..

Callum didn’t understand what the boy meant but he clearly understood the sexy word, but he wasn’t sure how this little guy could help him find that which he was looking for, which he himself wasn’t even sure of. “I don’t understand... what kind of sexy?” Callum asked shrugging his shoulders casually trying to appear disinterested.

The little boy could see that he had Callum’s attention, the fish was nibbling on the hook, young he might be but he was well versed in the art of seduction, the challenge was to find out what the older boy wanted, did he want a girl? That would be hard for Jamaal, as he didn’t know or trust any girls, did he want to fuck Jamaal?

That he could do, after all the white boy was very young and cute and he would like to be fucked by him and maybe fuck him also. Jamaal smiled sweetly up at Callum and then deliberately shifted his gaze to the boys cock, and then back up into his eyes as he reached into his own shorts and fondled himself, he turned slowly around and waggled his tight butt for Callum to see.

Callum despite try not to be, was becoming aroused, his cock tented the front of his shorts and his face blushed beet red as he shook his head, “NO”. Unfortunately his tented shorts were stating the exact opposite and the little vixen could clearly see that he was interested.

----------------- From Callum’s Point of view ---------

The whores had frightened me! I panicked and ran, now I am completely lost with no idea as to which direction I should go, I have only just got my breath back, ' gee I’ve become unfit’, I used to be in the track and field team back at my old school.

Suddenly this little k** appears, gosh he’s so tiny and I thought I was small for my age, his skin isn’t as dark as most of the locals I have seen so far, maybe he is a half cast or something? Right now being here, doesn’t seem such a good idea, I wish I could just get back to our hotel and be safe. The k** is babbling in the local language, I have no idea what he is saying to me, but I guess he is begging for money so to show him that I have no money, I turn my pockets inside out, the universal signal, 'I don’t have any cash...’

But he is still persisting, finally he pauses and I think he understands that I don’t speak his language, suddenly he says something which I can understand, something about being sexy? Does he think I am, or does he mean himself? Suddenly I understand, he is asking me if I want to have sex with him, the thought makes me blush, only gay guys have sex with other guys don’t they?

I shake my head back and forth, “NO, NO, NO” but he isn’t listening, now he’s turning around and showing me his butt! Despite myself I am getting hard, that happens a lot to me nowadays, I just can’t seem to help it. Dad says it’s normal, I used to love walking around without undies on, but I can’t anymore, it’s too risky if I get a boner. I look closely at the k** and remind myself that he’s a boy but it doesn’t seem to help, he does look sexy and the fact that he is obviously available and that he knows a lot more about sex than me, turns me on, but I wouldn’t even know what to do with him so I keep shaking my head, no!

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In a metaphoric sense, Jamaal continued to reel in the cute white fishy, he looked up at the boy with an expression of disappointment on his small dark face. Suddenly a thought crept into his mind, maybe the boy would like to see something sexy rather than do something sexy? Jamaal held up his hands with his thumbs up to indicate he understood and then he spoke again, pointing at himself, “I be sexy with my friend” he said as he pointed down the alley, “You look, not be sexy” he said hopefully...

It took a little while but Callum was finally starting to understand what the boy was saying, it seemed that he wanted Callum to see he and his friend do something sexy, Callum was mildly interested, after all he hadn’t come all this way to have to turn around and go home empty handed, that would be disappointing. Callum wanted to make sure that the boy understood that he would not be participating in anything himself so he pointed at his chest and indicated, “Callum no sexy” then he pointed at the boy “you have sexy with friend?” he said pointing down the street…

They had an accord but they still had not settled on a price, and to Callum this was important. Jamaal had ideas that extended beyond a quick fuck, so he went along with what the boy offered in terms of payment and pretended to be offended, which is the normal modus operandi of any negotiation processes.

----------------- From Callum’s Point of view ---------

I wasn’t exactly sure what I was letting myself in for and I wanted to make it crystal clear as to how much I was willing to pay so see something sexy, albeit I had no idea what that meant, especially with in the context of this little guy. None the less I followed him when he took hold of my hand and led me down a myriad of alleys until finally we came upon what appeared to me, to be a derelict building which actually turned out to be some kind of boarding house.

The k** led me purposely past a seedy and mean looking guy, who smiled lustfully at me, I felt his wanton stare stripping me naked, his tongue poked out through a toothless mouth and he licked his lips. As we turned the corner I was very glad to be out of his site. Jamaal, that’s his name by the way, led me up several flights of stairs and into a small room which contained only two items of furniture, a single steel frame bed and a metal chair.
The bed is filthy but the chair looks ok. Jamaal pushes me down into the chair and gestures for me to wait, I am afraid to be here alone but I figure, why would he bring me here and then leave me and not come back. Jamaal grabs my left wrist and my watch and points, ten minutes, and then quickly leaves, closing the door behind him…

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Jamaal ran as quickly as he could down the stairs and out through the side door of the building, he was careful not to go past the old man who owned the building as that would indicate that the white boy was alone upstairs and who knows what would happen if he was faced with that sort of temptation, Jamaal had seen the look of desire on the old mans face, although he could hardly blame him, the white boy was very easy to look at, those full red lips and the mystical green eyes and his smooth alabaster skin.

He ran from squat to squat calling out his friends name until finally he found Ijah. Ijah had the biggest cock that Jamaal had ever seen and he had seen a lot of cocks, the first time Ijah had fucked him he thought he was going to die, he could have sworn that his cock was all the way inside his stomach and when Ijah came inside Jamaal ass, he was sure that if he burped it would smell like cum, even though he knew that to be impossible.

Ijah, as usual was surrounded by girls who were always hanging around him hoping to get a glimpse of his huge shlong, but Jamaal knew that Ijah was not in the least interested in girls, he liked boys, particularly little boys and Jamaal knew that he was one of his favorites.

“Ijah, Ijah” called Jamaal.

Ijah turned at the familiar sound of his little friend’s voice, it was true he liked boys, especially little boys and he particularly liked Jamaal because the sexy little nymph had paler skin than most of the local boys. His skin was a soft warm brown rather than coal black skin of most of the boys he knew...

“Jamaal, little buddy, why are you rushing around and shouting so?” asked Ijah as the smaller boy crashed into him and gave him a warm hug…

While Jamaal breathlessly tried to explain, Ijah told the girls to go away, and reluctantly they did, leaving behind the curious site of the older, 17 years old and the smaller boy hugging.

“I have a business proposition for you, Ijah,” said Jamaal excitedly as he proceeded to tell Ijah all about the white boy and the sexy show. He explained his plan and how they should go about making it happen.

“But why do you think this white boy will fall for it?” asked Ijah...

Jamaal thought for a minute, “his eyes, I saw it in his eyes, he’s a whore even if he doesn’t know it yet” stated Jamaal.

Ijah wasn’t so sure, all foreigners are strange but Ijah, was never one to let an opportunity go by, so he followed Jamaal back to the squat where the white boy was waiting, besides he thought to himself, if the boy was half as cute as what Jamaal described then he would very much like to fuck him…

Callum was on the verge of making the decision to leave and to try and find his way home when suddenly the door burst open and in bounded Jamaal. Following Jamaal was an older boy, obviously a local as his skin was almost blue black, at first Callum thought him to be a man because he is so tall and he has a shadow of hair below his nose, the starting of a moustache.
But on closer inspection Callum decided that he was most likely 18 or 19. Like Jamaal he was very thin but unlike the boy he was sinewy, Callum was sure that under the loose fitting shirt the teenager was all muscle.

Ijah jaw all but fell open as he first lay eyes on the white boy who was sitting on the metal chair. Ijah stared open mouth at the boy, his golden hair shone in the pale afternoon sunlight and his lips, what beautiful lips, so red and full, how he longed to kiss that mouth.

The boys skin is flawless, Ijah looked down at his skinny hands folded in his lap, so smooth and Ijah was certain that he did not have a single wart or imperfection on his entire body. Ijah cock began to fill with blood as he drank in the beauty of the boy.

The white boys reaction to Ijah was even better than he had hoped for, Jamaal could see the boys white cheeks flush red and he had the 'fuck me please?’, look on his face. For a long while their eyes were locked together, Jamaal giggled as he glanced at both the boys crotches, Ijah huge log was neatly defined in his trousers like a large snake on a log, the smaller boys penis was tenting his shorts out. Callum smiled cutely as Jamaal introduced them and they shook hands, Ijah hand clasped the smaller white boys, the contrasting colors of their skin and the way that Ijah tickled the boys palm was about the sexiest thing young Jamaal had ever seen and he felt a sudden pang of jealousy.

----------------- From Callum’s Point of view ---------

I was just about ready to leave, it seemed to me that Jamaal was playing some kind of game where either he wasn’t coming back or was waiting until it was too dark for me to find my way home. I was just about to get up when all of a sudden the door swung open and suddenly Jamaal was there. But he wasn’t alone, behind him was a man, or maybe an older teenager, tall and lean he looks powerful. His skin is so black, for the briefest moment I let my eyes wonder over him, his arms and legs are sinewy, and oh my god the bulge in his pants is huge, it must be some kind of trick, because surely no one has a cock as large as that?
Jamaal is introducing us and suddenly his hand is thrust into mine, I look down at his hand, his skin is so dark and looks beautiful against my pale white skin, his grip is strong too, much stronger than mine, feelings are stirring inside me, I don’t understand them, I can’t even define them yet, so primal are the urges I am feeling, suddenly I feel his fingers tickling my palm, I blush yet again as my penis springs to full attention. I want something from this guy but I don’t know what, I want him to want me, but I think he already does and we both seem to know it, even though not a single word has been exchanged between us. I hear Jamaal giggle, we have been holding hands for too long and now I am embarrassed so I pull my hand away and smile at him.

Jamaal breaks the spell between the two boys by reaching out and taking Ijah’s hand as he pulls him away from Callum towards the bed, he gestures for Callum to once again sit on the metal chair. Ijah eyes are still on Callum. Ijah is facing Callum and Jamaal has his back to him and he reaches up and slowly pulls Ijah’s shirt up over his head, Ijah has to bend down so the younger boy can achieve his goal.

Callum’s eyes glaze over as his eyes drink in Ijah’s lean muscled chest; he notices that Ijah like himself is mostly hairless, except for under his arms where a nest of curly black hairs protrude. Jamaal grasps Ijah’s hips and tugs at the waistband of his tattered trousers; he slowly pulls them down around his hips. Callum has his first view of the boys cock as the descending trousers slowly reveal inch after endless inch of the beautiful coffee colored cock.

----------------- From Callum’s Point of view ---------

He’s not a girl, yet I find his body beautiful and incredibly sexy, slowly Jamaal reveals inch by inch to me as he strips Ijah naked, I get my first glimpse of his cock, at first I can only see his pubic hairs, but now his cock, oh my god its thick as well as long, Jamaal is teasing me, I can tell by the way he is moving so slowly. As each second passes so does another inch of Ijah’s cock! I wonder will it ever stop or will it be as long as his leg! Finally I can see the head and its not that far above his knees, I estimate his cock to be at least ten inches long, which is nearly three times the length of my own.

Ijah’s eyes have never left me and now as I look at him in astonishment, he is smiling knowingly, it’s as if he can read my mind, if he can then I wish he would tell me what I am thinking? My mind is completely consumed by the naked visage of Ijah. My cock is straining the front of my trousers it wants to be set free but I dare not, even in my lust filled state, I am still to shy to move.

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Jamaal lifts the monster cock up so that now its pointing straight out horizontally, Ijah is cut and his bulbous cock is weeping pre cum. Jamaal turns slightly side ways so that Callum has a better view of what he is doing, slowly and deliberately his head moves to the cock and his tongue snakes out of his tiny mouth and swipes the pre cum of the end of Ijah’s cock. For a moment he savors the taste then swallows, his eyes close to tiny slits as he smiles with satisfaction.

The white boy’s mouth involuntarily falls open his eyes widen and u*********sly he licks those luscious lips, no doubt imagining that it is he licking Ijah’s cock. Meanwhile Jamaal’s left hand is stroking up and down Ijah’s cock and impossible as it seems the cock gets even longer as it stiffens and now resembles an iron bar, it no longer needs to boy to hold it out straight, its not horizontal but its not exactly hanging down either. Jamaal stands up and quickly strips of his own clothes, his body is small and boy-like but the white boy isn’t even looking, his eyes are fixed firmly on Ijah’s abundant appendage.

Jamaal stands on his tip toes and places his hands either side of Ijah’s head as he kisses him passionately on the lips, But even during this Ijah is still watching the white boy, he does however return the kiss and his hands move to Jamaals back and slide slowly down to the boys firm rump, he grasps the cheeks in his palms and stretches them open, revealing the young boys puckered hole to the white boy.
Ijah’s index finger finds the hole and traces circles around it, Jamaal sighs with pleasure when slowly the finger penetrates him. Ijah’s finger is inside him now all the way to the first knuckle and Jamaal’s small body shudders when the finger touches him in that special place, his tiny erection is poking Ijah’s thigh.

Suddenly Jamaal pulls away, seemingly from no where he produces a tube of lubricant, he has a growing need to be fucked, quickly he greases himself down there. Meanwhile Ijah is stroking his own cock in anticipation, as he does this he is watching the reaction from the white boy. At last Jamaal is ready, he turns and is kneeling on all fours on the bed, Ijah is behind him, the white boy now has a side on view of what’s about to happen. Ijah nudges Jamaal’s buttocks with his huge weapon and the boy shivers with anticipation of what is to come.

----------------- From Callum’s Point of view ---------

Its really going to happen! He’s going to fuck the little guy, surely its not possible with that monster cock, he will rip the boy apart and cause internal injuries! Jamaal must know this but still he is willing to let the older teen try to fuck him, willing? Jamaal seems almost desperate for him to do so, I want to stop this small boy from being torn apart but I am to horny to think rationally, I want him to be fucked I want to see the look on his face when the cock finally goes inside him, a part of me wants to hear him scream with pleasure as Ijah’s owns him, an even bigger part of me wants Ijah to own me!
Make me his fuck toy, I realize that its only my uncontrollable imagination driven by my lust that is making me feel this way, but its safe enough for me to think but not safe to do, so instead I rub my own cock and I keep on watching.

Ijah bulbous cock head is now pushing at the boy’s anal rose, unbelievably his hole is widening and suddenly before my very eyes as Ijah shoves even harder, the head of his cock disappears inside the boy. I look quickly at the boys eyes which are firmly clamped shut, clearly he is in pain, Jamaal is biting his lower lip.
Ijah waits for the pain to wash over the boy, before he pushes again. Push stop and wait, this is repeated over and over again until at last he has all of his huge cock buried deep inside the boy, I look down between the boys thighs, his lower abdomen is distended by the huge appendage which is inside him. I look at his face, the pain has gone now his eyes are glazed over, he seems to be in a world all of his own, one where unbelievable pleasure is slowly creeping in.

Ijah slowly pulls his cock back out of the boy and for a moment I think that Jamaal’s insides are coming out, golly, he’s going to pull his intestines out with him? But then his cock slides out all the way to the head, I can see the distended tummy flatten as the appendage leaves his body, Ijah pushes in again and slowly starts to fuck the boy.
I take my eyes of the monster cock for a moment and look at the boys face and I see complete rapture, he’s in heaven and mumbling to himself words that I cannot relate to because they are in his native tongue but I can well understand his meaning.

Ijah pace is slowly increasing and now the boy has tears streaming down his face and he is moaning almost non stop, my own hand is on my cock I am rubbing it furiously in tune with the fucking that Jamaal is receiving, I feel my own sexual intensity building, I know that soon I am going to cum, so I deliberately slow down wanting to prolong the moment until the two boys on the bed have climaxed.

Suddenly Ijah gives the boy a powerful shove that flattens him down onto the bed, Ijah is on top of him thrusting wildly, faster and faster he pumps the boy, his eyes are fixed and his hips are a blur, suddenly mid thrust he lets out a scream of pleasure and stops as his whole body stiffens as he climax’s.
Rope after rope of hot cum flows into the small boy until it can no longer contain it and the hydraulic pressure in his tight butt hole causes it to squirt out of the sides, I can only imagine how it feels, the cum flowing up into his guts are to much for his small body to handle so its forced out of his bum hole, I sigh loudly as my own small cock explodes in my pants, My cock squirts three four times, its more than I have ever cum before and with far more intensity…

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The two boys on the bed collapse exhausted while Callum sags in his chair. Jamaal had cum twice as he was fucked by Ijah, now he lays on his stomach with Ijah on top of him, as slowly Ijah pulls his semi hard cock out of the boy, as he does his juices flow copiously from the boys butt hole and splash into a growing puddle between Jamaal’s legs.

Now that their lusts have been slaked the two boys on the bed seem anxious to complete the business end of this transaction and Callum also is anxious to be away from this place, after the fires of lust are no longer burning there is only reality and the reality of this squalid stinky room is too much for him. Jamaal dresses quickly, not even bothering to wipe cum from his butt, he walks over to Callum and holds out his hand for his money!

----------------- From Callum’s Point of view ---------

That was the most awesome thing I have ever seen, but now I feel dirty, I mean am I a faggot for having not only seen them fuck but enjoyed watching it? I want to go home I want to be away from this place. The small boy is holding out his hand and asking for his money, well heaven knows he deserves to be paid. I reach into front pocket of my cargo shorts for my cash, which I had put in there before leaving the hotel, the clasp is already undone, that’s unusual I think to myself, I was sure I had done it up when I left home? I reach inside but there is nothing there!!!
This is impossible; I definitely had the money what happened to it? Suddenly I remember the whores. Oh my god they stole my money the must have pick pocketed me as they were groping me, I see a worried look on Jamaal face as he utters something to Ijah in their native language, only now there is not a shred of friendliness in their voices.

“My money is gone! I think the whores stole it!” I declare and once again pull my pockets inside out to show them that I am not lying.

The small boy is enraged, he slaps my hand away and suddenly his hands are searching me, he even shoves his hands inside my boxer shorts to see if I have stashed my money there, then he pushes me onto the bed and pulls my shoes off and looks inside them, my socks are not far behind.
I am more afraid then I have ever been in my short life, little Jamaal seems transformed. Ijah looks on amusedly but does nothing, I look at him pleadingly but suddenly Jamaal slaps me hard in the face and my cheek stings and despite trying not to I start to cry. He raises his hand to hit me again, I plead with him to stop.

“I’ll do anything, please don’t hit me, I promise I’ll bring you the money lots more than we agreed, tomorrow I promise”. Unfortunately for me he did not understand a single word of what I had said.

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Jamaal was enraged, he thought he was going to make a lot of money out of this white boy but the white boy had lied to him and ripped him off, at first he wanted to get his knife out and cut the boy, cut him bad, but common sense took over and he realized that could buy him a lot of trouble, killing or maiming another street k** was no big deal but this boy is a foreigner and lots of people had seen Jamaal with him and Ijah too, its not that he was afraid that they would tell the police but rather he knew they would blackmail him.

Jamaal paced around the room angrily, wondering what to do, then suddenly an idea dawned in on him, he had expected to make money by letting Ijah fuck him in front of the boy, and putting on a show, well maybe he could make money by making the white boy put on a show, he knew by the way that Ijah looked at the pale boy that he would be up for it, he also knew that Achmed, the whoremonger that owned the cat house not far from the river, would pay handsomely to watch such a show.
Achmed liked boys too, although having a house full of female whores, who could blame him, Jamaal thought to himself...

Jamaal explained his plan to Ijah who couldn’t agree fast enough, his cock had instantly become erect again and he rubbed himself in anticipation. Jamaal knows that Achmed speaks English and that he has a way with words so he can explain it to the boy. He points to the discarded socks and shoes and gestures for Callum to put them back on, which the boy does rapidly, clearly Callum sees this turn of events as a good sign, after all if they were going to kill him then they wouldn’t bother telling him to put his shoes back on.

After all three boys were dressed Jamaal grabs hold of Callum’s arm and shove him out the door and down a side stair away from the front of the building; soon they are out in the street and headed back towards the river. They pass through the same alleys and just when Callum thinks that he recognizes a street they turn in the other direction, he tries to turn back but Jamaal holds him tightly and pushes him towards another dimly lit alley way.

Quarter of an hour later Callum is once again lost and disorientated, no matter how hard he looks he cannot not see the cathedral spier. Suddenly they stop in front of a three story building where Jamaal orders Ijah to hold onto Callum so he cannot escape whilst he goes and knocks on the wooden heavy door.

----------------- From Callum’s Point of view ---------

At first I was sure that they were going to hurt me bad if not kill me, I could not get them to understand that I did not deliberately rip them off and that I had every intention of repaying the money which I owe them. When Jamaal ordered me to put my shoes and socks back on I was relieved because I didn’t think they would do that if they were going to kill me... Then we all leave the building together and my hopes for a good outcome swell, especially when I started to recognize streets leading back towards the river.
All of a sudden when I finally worked out how to get back they turn me in another direction, I try to resist but Jamaal hits me again and I am sure that if I resist that he will hurt me badly. We walk for ages and ages until suddenly we stop in front of yet another run down building, although this one seemed less run down than the one which we have just come from. Jamaal goes to the door as Ijah hold me firmly by my arms.
There is a long wait and then suddenly the door opens and an old lady scowls at Jamaal whilst he pleads with her. She seems about to close the door in his face when Jamaal points towards me, she looks at me mildly interested and then back at Jamaal, the two of them are having an animated conversation of which I understood nothing, suddenly she turns around and closes the door behind her. I think that Jamaal will be angry but he turns around and smiles at us.

A minute or so later the door opened again and the same old lady is there, she gestures for us to enter, waving at Ijah and I, who pushes me forward towards the door and when I hesitate Jamaal cuffs me hard on the ear and so I follow him into the building.
The door leads into a dimly lit corridor that smells of incense and something else which I can not place, at the end of the corridor is what appears to be some kind of meeting room or reception, we are ordered by the old lady to wait here.
The old lady leaves the room, but this time when she comes back there is a man with her. He is very fat, almost as round as he is tall and his color is more nut brown than black, almost the same color as Jamaal. His beady black eyes widen with interest as he looks me over, I don’t know what is going on here but I don’t like it, I would very much like to leave but realize that there is no chance of escape.






Chapter two, “Quid prid Quo”

Achmed could not believe the good fortune, the little street beggar Jamaal had brought him. His cock which had not stiffened for many months was suddenly pushing urgently against his silk tunic and all because of this beautiful white boy standing before him.
For nearly two minutes Achmed did not utter a sound other and an appreciative sigh as he examined the boy, when Jamaal attempted to speak he waved his arm, 'be silent’ he continued to drink in the beauty of the boy, slowly he walked around the c***d, admiring his flawless skin, his golden blond hair, his slim waist and almost feminine body, absentmindedly he rubbed his cock through his tunic.
Finally Achmed turned to Jamaal and motioned for him to speak.

Jamaal explained the situation to Achmed and that as a result of he not being paid, the boy had a debt to Jamaal and Jamaal decided to let Achmed in on his good fortune so that he may share in the profits. Achmed, had to admire Jamaal for one so little he certainly had a good sense of an opportunity, and luck was with him as there would be many opportunities to use this gorgeous c***d for their profit.

----------------- From Callum’s Point of view ---------

I did not like the way the man is openly staring at me, he is way fat and I feel as if naked under his stare, but its not a good feeling for this smelly fat man does nothing for me, unlike Ijah who turns me on. He, I find out his name is Achmed, and Jamaal are discussing me but I have no idea what they are saying, I am guessing it has to do with the money which I owe him but I cannot be sure as I do not understand their language. Finally the fat man finishes talking to Jamaal and much to my surprise he speaks to me in English, heavily accented English, but none the less I can understand him...

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“So young man you have stolen from my friend Jamaal, in this town this is a serious crime one for which you may be hanged or at the very least put in a horrible place for a very long time, and I can assure you a pretty little thing such as you would not see the year out in such a place as I refer to!”

“I, I didn’t steal from him, I had money and some whores pick pocketed me and took my money, but I can go and get his money, even more than I promised him, he can even come with me and wait while I get it from our hotel” Callum pleaded with the man...

“I am afraid I cannot allow that, for you have not shown yourself worthy of credit amongst us, no I am afraid I cannot allow you to travel back to the safety of your hotel where upon security guards would surely have my little friend arrested for prostitution...”

“Please mister, don’t send me to that place, I promise I’ll pay, I’ll do anything just tell me what I have to do” Begged Callum...

“Fortunately for you little man, there is another possibility, as you probably realize I own this house, it’s a whore house as you can plainly see, you have stolen from little Jamaal by not paying for his show, now I am afraid that you must repay in kind by providing a show for my customers, who shall pay me handsomely to watch you play with Ijah, he is a big boy don’t you agree” Said Achmed smiling lasciviously at Callum…

“You want to let Ijah fuck me in front of people? What do you think I am some kind of whore? No way dude I’m getting out of here and if you try and stop me I’ll tell my dad and he will have you all arrested!” yelled Callum angrily.

“Oh is that right, and of course your father knows where you are right now, you told him that you were going to the brothel district for the day, perhaps you would like me to call him on the telephone and explain your debt to him?”

Callum bit his lip hard, he was cornered and he knew it, no matter what happened he could not win, the thought of Ijah fucking him sent shivers down his spine, but the thought of his father finding out that he was maybe gay was ten times worse, Achmed was bluffing of course but the boy didn’t know that.

“If, uhm, if I let him well you know.” “fuck me!, that’s the words your looking for” interrupted Achmed.

“If I let him fuck me,” Callum said blushing red again, “Will you let me go afterwards?”

Achmed smiled, he had the boy and they both knew it, “Of course, once your debt is paid you are free to go on your way, that is unless you choose to seek employment with me? Perhaps we could organize something on a casual basis” Pondered Achmed.

Callum stared down at the ground, he had no choice he had to do it, he said in almost a whisper “Ok I’ll do it…”

“Excellent decision my boy, I’m sure once you have Ijah cock inside you, you’ll beg for more.

Achmed explained the deal to Jamaal and Ijah. Ijah grasped his cock in anticipation but Achmed grabbed hold of his wrist, “save it for the brat Ijah, I want a good show for my customers”

The old lady was once again summoned and she took Callum by the hand and led him away, as he passed down the corridor through open doors he could see men in various stages of fucking whores in the small dingy rooms, the whores looked back at him quizzically.
Finally they came to what appeared to be a large communal bathing area. The old lady gestured for Callum to strip but he just stood there.
She walked up to him and twisted his ear painfully until he acquiesced and she stood back as first he stripped off his tee shirt and then his socks and shoes, his cargo pants and finally his boxer shorts.
He stood before the old lady as naked as the day he was born and she looked on admiringly. Unbeknownst to Callum she wasn’t the only person watching, Achmed was looking through a two way mirror from his office, he has his tunic open and is stroking his cock whilst speaking on the telephone.

“The show will be a once in a life time opportunity my friend,” he said to the person on the other end of the telephone, “you will behold beauty such as you have never before seen and you will cum harder than you have ever in your entire lifetime...” he said laughing...

The old lady ordered Callum into the warm bath, whereupon she commenced washing him, her old wrinkled hands pinched his firm flesh admiringly, her withered fingers found there way between his butt cheeks where she pushed a finger into his anus, Callum resisted and screamed out in pain which made the old lady laugh, in her native language she said, “if you cannot take an old ladies finger in you then god help you when Ijah presents his weapon to your hole!”

No one needed to interpret as Callum was also thinking the same thought.

After he was bathed she made him drink an oily concoction, which contained a powerful aphrodisiac, it tasted foul to Callum and she had to persist to get him to drink it all up. Next the old lady made him bend over a low couch while she applied the same oily mixture to his anus, it tingled and made him feel warm inside, the feeling was not altogether unpleasant to Callum.

Later she dressed him in what can only be described as an old English school boy uniform, long socks, grey shorts a blue shirt and striped tie. She combed his hair neatly and applied eye liner to highlight his bright green eyes.
By this time the aphrodisiac he had drunk was starting to have an affect on him, he felt more relaxed and his hips swayed seductively as he walked. When the old lady applied blusher to his cheeks he tilted his head up willingly.

----------------- From Callum’s Point of view ---------

I drank this really foul drink it tastes horrible and I think that I am going to vomit but luckily I don’t. Then the old hag makes me bend over the couch and she puts the very same oily stuff around and inside my butt hole, it feels really weird and at first it burned a little, but now it feels warm and I feel a little itchy down there.

I feel kind of weird, sort of like I am outside my body, I am looking at myself in the mirror and I am kind of shocked, I’ve got this really weird garb on but that’s not what’s weird, its me, I kind of look a bit like a girl, and I don’t feel to badly about it, makes me feel kind of horny I guess, I want someone to touch me, that’s how I feel.
The old lady put something on my cheeks, its make up I think, I wouldn’t even mind if she touched me, I feel like such a slut at the moment. I know its wrong to feel this way but a part of me ( a big part) is looking forward to being fucked, ooh I know its going to hurt but Jamaal is smaller than me and he seemed to really like it so I am hoping that I will too, I wonder how long its going to be before they let Ijah have me?

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While Callum was bathing, Achmed was making his own preparations, the whole of the third floor had been re organized, thirty pillows had been placed in a semi-circle around a single double bed which was positioned in the center of the room, the pillows were slowly being occupied by Achmed best or rather highest paying customers, he could easily have filled the room ten times over, and he would have crammed at least double that amount of spectators into the room, but instinct told him that there was going to be other occasions for profit and that it would be better to let his customers have a taste a little at a time and to let word spread.

Ijah was also prepared, he was bathed but rather than dressed in English school boy garb, he was dressed in the garb of a Indian street beggar, his body had been oiled and massaged, the stimulation at the hands of a pretty 20 year old whore only served to make him even hornier than usual, he was not allowed to cum and like Callum he was given a large dose of the foul tasting aphrodisiac.

Finally it was time for the show to begin.

The crowd was growing restless then suddenly the lights dimmed, signaling that the show was about to start, Achmed stood in the middle of the room and greeted his customers.

“The show tonight is a once in a life time opportunity, but maybe for some of you it may be even more fortuitous as I will be accepting bids for one customer to enjoy the pleasures of our special guest. The star of our show tonight is a virgin, but that is about to change...” This plan had only occurred to Achmed within the last hour, he knew he could pull it off because he had another ace up his sleeve that the boy could not possibly know about. “So gentleman let the show begin!!!”

The lights dimmed again and when the lights came back on Callum was standing by the side of the bed. The bright lights hurt his eyes and when he could finally focus he was shocked to see a room full of dark skinned men all staring at him in anticipation. There was a murmur amongst the crowd which built into a roar as men started to whistle and cat call. At first Callum was confused, until he realized that they were whistling at him, slowly he turned around in a full circle, and looked around him, and that’s when he saw Ijah standing by the door. Slowly Ijah walked to the center of the room and stood on the opposite side of the bed to Callum.

Ijah gazed longingly at the beautiful white boy, he was astounded to see him dressed so oddly, his face was even more gorgeous than the last time he had seen him, Ijah smiled at the boy and much to his surprise the boy smiled back nervously.

Ijah motioned for the boy to approach him, Callum gulped audibly then slowly put one knee up on the bed and started to move across the bed towards Ijah. He reached the other side of the bed and rested on his knees staring up at Ijah. Ijah smiled reassuringly at him and reached out and stroked Callum’s silky hair, his hand went to the back of Callum’s neck and applied a little pressure, pushing Callum’s face slowly towards his huge man meat.

----------------- From Callum’s Point of view ---------

I was led into the dark room by the old lady and then left standing by a bed, I couldn’t see a darn thing, and then suddenly bright stage lights came on. It took a little while for my eyes to focus and I had to shade them from the harsh light, but as the room finally came into focus I was shocked to see that the room was full of men, all of them staring at me, I could see lust in their eyes. It must be the d**gs.
I should feel disgusted and I should try to escape but instead I let the men’s eyes wash over me and I am proud that they seem to like what they see... I see Ijah, he is standing by the door and he was looking at me, he is dressed in rags, the kind of clothes that the men that beg for small change in the streets wear, through the holes in his shirt I can see his lean body, and when I look down I see the bulge in his trousers and I feel a stirring in my cock and heat in my cheeks as once again I blush.
Ijah motions me to come to him, and as if transfixed I slowly put one knee and then the other up on the bed and I crawl towards him. I stop only a few inches away from him, I can smell the strong musty odor of his body, but rather than repulse me it turns me on.

Ijah’s hand reaches behind my head and gently rubs my hair, I feel a slight pressure pulling my face towards his groin, but I don’t resist, I can’t resist but I don’t understand why, I don’t even bother trying to, I simply let him pull me forwards until finally my cheek is resting against his groin. I can feel the heat of his cock through his thread bare pants. I turn my head slightly so now my mouth is pressed against him, my own cock is painfully erect as I brush my lips against his cock which is still hidden inside his trousers, Its growing even larger.

Ijah begins to rotate his hips and I feel his cock sliding across my cheeks and lips, I open my mouth and let the cock slide through the valley of my lips, my tongue snakes out and rubs the rough material as it slides by. Slowly I lower my head until I can feel the head of his cock, Ijah adjusts his position so now the cock head is sliding back and forwards across my lips and my saliva is soaking the material of his pants.

Without even being told to, I move my head away from his cock, sit back on my knees and reach out for the cord at Ijah waist band and I begin to undo the knot, but I am impatient and In my eagerness to strip him of his pants I get the knot stuck and I groan in frustration, eventually the knot loosens and I pull down his pants all the way to the floor, as I raise my head up again I am confronted by his huge naked cock, in the flesh.
It’s the most beautiful thing I have ever seen and I reach out to touch it for the first time. The heat emanating from it surprises me, I can barely span its girth with my hand.
Once I have it firmly in my grasp I instinctively begin to masturbate him. Even though I am hardly aware of it, the crowd is whistling and calling out to me, I don’t know what they are saying and I don’t care, there is only me and this huge cock in my world.

I lift his cock up until it is level with my face and I stare at his piss slit, its huge, I look up questioningly into Ijah’s face, he has a curious expression on his face, he nods ascent to my intonation and I beam a smile at him, which makes his penis twitch in my hand.
I close my eyes, open my mouth as wide as I can and slowly move forward. I can feel the bulbous head of his cock touch my lips, then pass through and now its resting on my tongue, the first taste of Ijah hits my senses, its salty and spicy and I decide I don’t mind the taste. My tongue brush’s along the underside of his cock as I push it to the very back of my mouth, but less than a ¼ of him is in my mouth. The head is so large that it rubs against the top of my mouth and drags my tongue along with it when I pull my head back.

I have never sucked a cock before but I seem to take to it naturally, I am frustrated that I cannot get more of it into my mouth, it just isn’t possible.

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Ijah thinks he’s died and gone to heaven, the blond boy’s mouth is even better than his hand, Ijah is certain that the boy has never sucked a cock before, but he is learning fast. Ijah had never known love but he felt something akin to that when the cute blond boy looked up at him asking permission to suck his cock, and the way he smiled when Ijah nodded approval, melted Ijah heart. A part of Ijah wanted to take the boy into his arms and kiss and hug him, but more of him wanted to fuck the boy until he was exhausted.

The blond boy seemed frustrated that he could not get more of Ijah dick into his mouth, but Ijah knew how to fix that, he once again reached behind the boys head and held him firm, at the same time he pushed his cock to the back of the boy’s mouth but he did not stop there. The boy panicked and tried to pull away but Ijah held him firmly.

Callum’s eyes watered and he was starting to choke. The crowd meanwhile went wild, hands every where were pumping cocks, even Achmed had his hand under his tunic and was pumping his turgid cock rapidly. Suddenly the boy’s esophagus opened up and Ijah huge cock slid down his throat.
The audiences gasped as they watched the boy’s pretty white throat suddenly distend, as the huge cock disappeared down his gullet. Ijah’s balls are now resting on the blond boys chin, never had the crowd seen such an erotic show.

----------------- From Callum’s Point of view ---------

Suddenly Ijah has his hands on the back of my head and he is holding me firm, I suspect what is coming, he pumps his cock into my mouth all the way to the back of my throat, but it can go no further, what is he doing? But I am wrong, I can no longer breath and I start to panic as I try to pull my head of his cock but he wont let my head go, then suddenly as if by miracle it happens, something in the back of my throat gives and impossible as this may seem his cock slides down my throat until his balls are resting on my chin.

My eyes are watering and I still cannot breath, slowly he pulls his cock back out of my throat and I gasp for air, then slowly he thrusts it back down my throat. After he does this several times I learn two important lessons about cock sucking, firstly breath through my nose and secondly breath in between strokes. Faster and faster he is pumping my throat, it aches but it no longer hurts. I am actually beginning to enjoy this, I reach out with my hands and grasp his firm buttocks, which are rocking back and forward with his thrusts.

By this time men in the crowd who were inclined to cum easily are blasting their seed all over the place and groaning in ecstasy, as they watch the small white slut orally pleasure the native boy.

Ijah has his eyes closed and is pumping faster and faster into the boys gullet, he is going to cum soon, and nothing is going stop that from happening.

----------------- From Callum’s Point of view ---------

Faster and faster he is pumping his cock into me, my head hurts and so does my throat but I would easily do this all day, I rub my own cock through the material of my trousers but I cannot get a rhythm going, the cock in my throat requires all of my attention. Suddenly Ijah prick seems to grow even larger inside me and he thrusts in deep, his balls are almost inside my mouth, I feel a powerful squirt in the back of my throat and I know instinctively that he is cumming.
Rope after rope of steaming hot cum splashes down my throat, there is too much for me to swallow and it rushes up through my sinuses and explodes from my nasal passages, but I cannot taste it yet as the cock is to far down my throat and as I swallow the cum is going straight into stomach. Ijah pumps a couple more times and two more streams of cum disappear down into my tummy.
Then suddenly he goes very still, I am exhausted and so is he, but I desperately want to taste his cum so I slide his cock back out of my throat and as it passes out from my mouth a wet plop sound emanates. Now that I can suck on the head of his cock my senses reel as the salty taste of Ijah stimulates my oral taste buds, I suck desperately on his cock and push my tongue into his piss slit and suddenly I am rewarded with yet another rope of hot cum, I swish it around in my mouth, and I know I am hooked, I love the taste. Ijah is now exhausted and pulls his cock out from my mouth completely.
It now hangs limp along his thigh. Gently I reach out with my hands and bring it to my mouth again, this time I do not try to suck his cock, but rather I lick it clean of all of his juices, even after its completely devoid of his cum I am still desperate for more so I scoop the ropes of cum that have spilled from nose onto my fingers and suck hungrily until I can taste nothing but my own spit.

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Achmed is beside himself with happiness, the boy is a natural slut, he thinks that even without the d**gs he would have willingly performed, the d**gs only helped to loosen his inhibitions. Twice during the first half of the show Achmed had cum, which is exactly two times more than he had cum in the last six months, he looks around him and notices that the majority of the audiences are in a similar state, men lay sprawled on pillows panting for air; some are too exhausted to even cover themselves.
Achmed smiles to himself, no matter what the cost he is somehow going to keep this brat and put him on show as often as possible and when he is no longer attracting audiences he will sell him to the men on an hourly basis, to use for their pleasure. This thought alone was making Achmed hard again.

After resting for ten minutes, Achmed deemed it time for the show to continue, he walks onto the stage where Ijah is laying on the bed along side the boy and cuddling him.

“its time for second act, brat, I want you to stand on the bed and strip, but do it sexy, do it slow and make the men cream themselves yet again, If you do it satisfactorily I will let Ijah fuck you, would you like that brat?” Said Achmed, he lifted the boys chin to gaze into his eyes. Achmed laughed, the boy didn’t have to answer, the eyes said it all, those beautiful green eyes had widened with anticipation at the mere mention of Ijah fucking him...

----------------- From Callum’s Point of view ---------

Ijah had cum and Achmed had said that most of the men in the audience had also cum, but I haven’t, it isn’t fair, he wants me to strip slowly and to be sexy and if I do well he said that Ijah will fuck me, that scares me but it also turns me on, his cock is so large, but I am willing to try, I am so horny. I will give those men a show that will make half of them die from heart attacks! That thought makes me smile.

I sit up and drop my legs over the edge of the bed, slowly I reach down and undo the laces on my school shoes, I pull them off one at a time and let them drop to the floor, next come my socks, I wiggle my toes when I pull my socks off and for extra measure I throw them into the audience, when I look up I see an old man sniffing my sock and think to my self, how gross is that? Next I undo my tie, slowly and deliberately I loosen the knot, but I don’t take the tie off, instead I leave it half mast, as my mum used to say.

Button by button I undo my shirt until the whole front of my torso is revealed to the audience, I slip out of my shirt, now I only have my loosened tie on. Next I stand up on the bed and twirl around, Iijah is staring transfixed at me, his cock is hard again and he is idly stroking it.
I undo my belt and once again I throw it into the audience, next comes the top button of my shorts, slowly I lower the zipper down. I turn my back on the audience and wiggle my butt as I slide my pants down over my thighs and drop them to the floor.
Now I am only wearing my school tie and red briefs. I run my hands down my front and let it disappear into the front of my underpants, I gently move my balls around and fondle my dick, I hear sighs from the audience and I know that they are enjoying the show.
Once again I turn away from the audience, bending at the waist I lower my undies all the way to my ankles, in this position the men have a perfect view of my butt with my cock and balls hanging between my legs.

Now I am naked except for the tie, it makes me feel sexy only wearing the tie, I spin my undies around on my finger and smile provocatively at the audience and then suddenly I flick my briefs into the audience, two men fight each other for the prize, the man that wins holds them to his nose and breaths in deeply, this time I decide that maybe it isn’t too gross after all.

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The boys performance is as polished and professional as any Achmed has ever seen, once again he gets the feeling that the boy is a natural slut and that he is enjoying every moment of his performance.
His feet, so pale and so small, with gorgeous little digits wriggling around, the boy couldn’t possibly know it but feet are a very popular fetish amongst men of Achmed culture. Next the boy reveals his perfect torso, skin which is so flawless as to seem unnatural, and his tiny nipples are erect. The boy has an inner belly button, which is a rarity in this country, due to the way in which babies are birthed, His cute belly button does not go unnoticed by the crowd, Finally the boy reveals his buttocks and small dick and testicles, several men in the audience creamed themselves as a result of that site alone.
He has the buttocks of a young girl, well rounded but not fat.

The boy stands there swaying seductively he is wearing only that ridiculous English school boy tie, but somehow it frames his perfect body beautifully and serves to make him even more appealing if that is possible.

Ijah needs to fuck him, and he needs to do it now. He stands up behind the boy and pulls him back into his arms. The front of the boy is revealed to the audience and his rear is pressed against Ijah as Ijah lets his hands roam freely over every inch of his exquisite body, he pinches his nipples hard and the boy winces in pain, he runs his palm over the boys flat stomach and pushes his fingers into his unusual belly button which makes the boy squirm, Ijah couldn’t possibly know but Callum is ticklish.

Ijah reaches down and clasps Callum’s cock firmly in his hand, the tiny cock is silky soft and hard at the same time, the boy instantly starts to pump his hips into Ijah hand. Ijah nibbles on the boy’s throat, with his left hand he strokes the boys cock and with his right he massages his tiny balls, each time the boy rocks backwards Ijah massive cock pushes in between his butt cheeks, Ijah cock is dangling between the boy’s legs.

----------------- From Callum’s Point of view ---------

I am swaying hypnotically to the strange music being played by the old lady and I marvel at the response I get from the audience. Suddenly Ijah is behind me, his arms envelop me and he pulls me into his warmth. I can feel his hot breath on my neck as he gently nuzzles me. His hands slide over my chest and... Ouch he pinches my nipple, it hurts, but in a nice way.

My nipples are sensitive and stick out when I am horny, I don’t know why. Now his hand is roaming over my tummy, please, please don’t touch my belly button, I’m way ticklish there, oh no it’s to late, I try not to giggle but I can’t help myself and I squirm as I stifle a giggle.

It seems like ages but he finally moves on and I feel his hands moving closer to my cock, ooh god please touch me there I say to myself, but his hands are still on my tummy, I wiggle my butt and I can feel his huge hot cock pushing against my butt cheeks. I move up and down a little which causes his cock to go deeper into my crevice, suddenly his hand grasps my cock and I all but cum right then.

When his other hand touches my balls I think I am going to explode. He squeezes my nuts a little too hard and it takes the edge of my orgasm, none the less I want him to continue so I move my hips back and forth. My arms seem to be in the way, so I reach above my head and put my arms around Ijah neck, I turn my face up to him, my lips are moist and I pout, hoping that he will take my cue and kiss me. Suddenly his lips are on mine and he does, I kiss him back hard, his tongue snakes out and enters’ my mouth, I suck on it hungrily as he ravages my oral cavity.
His cock is so long that it is dangling between my legs, I clamp my thighs shut and trap his cock in between. My tiny cock now rests atop his huge shlong. Slowly I start to rotate my hips and thrust back and forwards, massaging his cock with my thighs. Ijah starts to thrust also, suddenly Achmed calls out from the crowd and the spell is broken.

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“ Fuck the boy now, Ijah, do not wait a minute longer, do you hear me!” Shouts Achmed, “lay him over the edge of he bed, I want to see his face when you enter him...”

Callum did not understand what Achmed was saying but Ijah did and he realized that if he continued to thrust into the boy’s thigh any longer then he would be cum and he wanted his next load to be inside the boy. Ijah spun the boy around and pushed him down onto the bed,

“Turn him around so we can see his face!” Called Achmed, from out in the audience.

Ijah laid Callum on his back and his head hung over the edge of the bed. The audience had a clear view of the boys face and his lovely torso, as Ijah climbed between his legs.

He lifted the boy’s legs by putting his hands under the back of his knees and pushing until Callum’s knees were either side of his head. The boy started to panic, he knew what was coming, but he wasn’t strong enough to resist Ijah, he held him firmly in place.

Ijah presented the bulbous head of his cock to the boy’s tiny opening and pressed hard. The boy’s scream was ear piercing, but Ijah was not deterred, he pushed harder still.
Suddenly to the amazement of the audience the boy’s tiny p