Date: Sun, 6 Feb 2011 08:00:42 -0800 (PST) From: Bill Subject: "Brothel Boy in Harlem" Brothel Boy in Harlem By Bill The taxi dropped me off in front of Silvia's, a well-known restaurant in an increasingly upscale section of Harlem, but I didn't go inside. Instead I walked three blocks to a large but inconspicuous townhouse that housed the boy-brothel. It seemed that nobody had recognized me since I had left the hotel, which was both a relief and perhaps a little depressing. My fame as a rock musician had peaked more than 30 years ago. Although my name is still well-known, and I still tour internationally with a good band and a small entourage, I'm practically anonymous when not on stage performing for my loyal middle-aged fan base. But I was recognized immediately by the well-dressed black woman who greeted me warmly at the door. "Come on in, sugar! Been too long since you been here last," said the establishment's manager and the brothel-boys' surrogate mother. "Thanks, Althea. You're looking as gorgeous as ever," I said. "And it's good to be back in New York. I got the e-mail yesterday about your new boy, just after I rolled into town. I couldn't resist stopping by for a little lunchtime fun." After I paid the $1,000 fee, I was led up to a bedroom, and the woman went to fetch the boy. The room was furnished in a fresh modern style, dominated by a large platform bed that was covered with a satin sheet and topped with a variety of cushions and pillows. I quickly removed my clothing, all except the loose polo shirt covering my paunchy stomach. (I was in no hurry to show off my 60-year-old body, even to a brothel-boy.) I've always used my concert tours as an opportunity to satisfy my sexual compulsion for young boys. Here in New York City there are several brothels that I patronize when I'm in town, each with its own specialty. This one in Harlem has its sexy young black boys; there's an assortment of delightful Asian boys at my favorite place in Chinatown; Russian and Ukrainian boys are featured at a brothel in Queens. And then there's that wildly expensive establishment in Midtown Manhattan specializing in very young `boy next door' types – totally beautiful and surprisingly talented white boys of 8 and 9 years. I can't afford to be as free with my money as in the past, however, so I save that one for a special treat every few years. I'm also more careful in general about my activities with boys these days than I was in the past, almost never running the risk of having a boy brought to my hotel room, except when I'm in one of the handful of countries that are very tolerant of such things. Usually I just slip away from my entourage during the daytime for an hour of pleasure at a discrete brothel like this one. Although I still keep in touch with my circle of boy-lover acquaintances and trade information about brothels, I have stopped accepting their invitations to the crazy boy-sex parties I used to enjoy so much. But I often think back fondly to those days of decadent excess. In fact, as I was sitting there in the Harlem brothel waiting for my boy to arrive, my mind drifted back 20 years to an epic cocaine-fueled man/boy orgy I attended out in California. The famous host had generously shared many of the boys from his impressive stable of special young friends, and his staff had additionally procured an diverse assortment of young rent-boys, resulting in a ratio of more than two boys for each of the twenty or so men in attendance. I must have sampled the charms of a half-dozen beautiful naked boys that night, but I spent most of my time having intense sexual fun with a well known 12-year-old actor who was in the cast of a highly rated TV show at the time. The host of the party had been inseparable from the massively famous little-boy movie star who was his constant companion back then. The vision of those two fucking was burned into my erotic memory, and I closed my eyes to the memory play out. I remember host reclining on a custom-made piece of sex furniture in the middle of his ornate orgy room. The boy-actor was straddling the pop-star's hips and riding his cock like a naked little cowboy on a pony, while the man masturbated the 10-year-old's immature boner. Jonathan and I, along with other pairs of naked boys and men, had gathered around, kissing and fondling each other as we watched the two super-stars go at it. In the middle of my mind's travel through erotic reminiscence, the door opened and an 11-year-old black boy entered the room. "Hi!" said the smiling lad in a soft cheerful voice. I looked up, removed my hand from my stiff cock, and watched as the delicately handsome black boy came toward me, looking like a model in a catalogue for high-end children's clothing. "So you're DeShawn." I recognized him immediately from the encrypted e-mail I received the previous day. I patted the bed next to me, directing him to sit. I wrapped my arms around the boy and leaned down to kiss him. As our lips met, the boy's tongue emerged, eagerly snaking into my mouth. I sighed with pleasure as I traded deep tongue-kisses with the compliant boy. "Take off your clothes, DeShawn," I said as our kiss broke. "I'll bet you've got a beautiful cock." In fact, I had already seen a close-up his erect penis in the pictures I received, and I was eager to savor its erotic beauty in real life. The boy hopped up from the bed and stood directly in front of me, unbuttoning his shirt, unhooking his belt, and unfastening his trousers so they were poised to slide down his legs. "You wanna finish undressing me?" he asked in a flirty voice and with a sensuous expression. "I think you already know the answer to that question! Come closer, sweety." I drew the boy in, so he was standing between my spread legs. Sliding the boy's oxford shirt off his shoulders and down his arms, I let my hands wander all over the smooth milk-chocolate skin of DeShawn's slender torso. Then my fingers nudged the boy's unzipped trousers, and they slid down to his ankles, fully revealing DeShawn's skimpy white briefs. I rubbed the little bulge at the front pouch of the underpants, feeling the boy's penis begin to stiffen inside. My other hand slid behind him, caressing his firm rounded butt through the thin tight-stretched material. We kissed again, long and deeply, arms wrapping around each other in a tender embrace. "Take off your underpants, sweetie. Do a strip-tease for me." The boy smiled, and backed up a couple steps. Without a word, he began moving his hips rhythmically in time to imagined music. His hands moved sensuously over his body in an erotic dance that further enflamed my senses. Several times DeShawn lowered the front or back of his briefs for a moment and then raised them back up, showing me flashes of his fully-erect penis and his shapely brown buttocks. Each time he teased me like that, an erotic shiver ran through my body. I began to stroke my straining cock as I watched DeShawn's dance, feeling the familiar rapid surge of boy-induced sexual arousal. There's something unique about a boy on the cusp of puberty that is totally irresistible, and I could never willingly give it up. When the boy finally lowered and removed his underpants and was totally naked, he continued his erotic dance for my enjoyment. "Do you like my body?" he asked in a sweet voice as his hips made subtle little forward thrusts and he inched closer to me. His fingers lightly stroked the shaft of his pre-pubescent erection, and he added: "Do you like my little penis?" "It's absolutely perfect," I told him with total sincerity. The smooth slender boy-cock stood up absolutely rigid, just over 4 inches in length, with its foreskin pulled back to expose the cute little dark-brown glans. Half-size balls dangled in a small soft pouch, just begging to be fondled and licked. My mouth was watering as I removed my shirt and dropped to the floor on my knees, immediately taking the boy's beautiful erection into my mouth. I felt the burst of sexual euphoria that I always experienced when I sucked a young boy's developing cock down to its hairless base. One of my hands reached up to play with his precious little balls while the other went around to fondle his smooth firm butt. As my lips and tongue slurped at DeShawn's immature boner, my ecstatic moans joined with the boy's high-pitched pleasure noises, filling the room with the sounds of sex. This was what I craved – worshipping the cock of a pre-teen boy, feeling his slender little body, and inhaling his subtle boy-scent. The distinctive intoxicating smell of a young black boy's body always drives me wild with lust. I worked my mouth aggressively on the stiff penis, knowing from the cooing sounds of sexual pleasure and the trembling of his leg muscles that DeShawn was approaching a boyish climax. With my lips and tongue racing up and down the slender shaft, I savored the intense thrill of inducing a dry orgasm from the boy's twitching boner. He held onto my head to steady himself as shivers of pleasure shook his whole body. I knew from experience that he would be capable of multiple orgasms, and I was tempted to give him another with my mouth. But as I lifted my head from the throbbing spit-slick young cock, I knew immediately what I wanted to do next with the boy. "Have you ever fucked a man before?" DeShawn looked surprised. "No, sir; I never done that to a man," he said. "But me and Carlos – he's my friend from back in the `hood -- we fucked each other lottsa times!" Then he smiled at me mischievously. "You really want me to fuck you?" "Yeah; I want you to," I said, as I lay back on the bed with a cushion under my butt and pulled my legs back. "But first I want you to rim me. I'll bet you're good with your tongue." DeShawn smiled at me and winked. He was good at it alright; not at all squeamish about diving right in to lick my asshole. He got on his knees at the bedside, spread my ass cheeks, and dipped his face down onto me. His tongue made several long broad strokes, like licking an ice cream cone, then flicked rapidly around the sensitive outer flesh of my puckered hole, and finally stiffened to bore deeply into the circle of muscle and sensitive nerves. "OH, yeah! Keep doing it just like that," I gasped, as DeShawn rimmed my asshole deeply and enthusiastically. I would have enjoyed letting him go on like that forever, but I wanted more. "Now fuck me!" The boy went to the bedside table and got the bottle of lube, slathering it onto his still-rigid little cock. As good a job as he'd done with his tongue, I didn't really need the lube, but what the hell. My butt was right on the edge of the bed, and my legs were still pulled back. Standing beside the bed, DeShawn used one hand on the back of my leg to steady himself as he leaned in. His other hand pushed down on his slippery boy-cock to guide it into position. His hips thrust forward, and the finger-size erection slid in all the way to the hilt. Oh, yeah! His cock was the perfect length and girth for me. This was the perfect way to be fucked. None of the initial discomfort of a large cock going in. Just the delightful feeling of his warm stiff sex-flesh moving back and forth, triggering all of the pleasure nerves around my anus. And I loved being on my back so I could watch him fucking me. The look of joy on his face as he moved his body; the way he closed his eyes and threw back his head as he worked his way to another immature orgasm. I slowly masturbated my own cock as I rode the wave of pleasure, careful not to push myself so far that I came too soon. At my age, it would take a while to recharge my cock to a second erection, and I wanted to save up for more fun with this beautiful black boy. As I stroked myself along a delicious sexual plateau, the boy's hips began moving in rapid jerking thrusts, his body shaking, and his whimpering squeals of ecstasy signaled a dry-cum orgasm. I pulled him down onto me, his boner still buried in my ass, and I hugged him tightly. We kissed, our tongues sliding together gently, and my hands wandered languidly over his shoulders and back and buttocks. "That was great, DeShawn!" I whispered in his ear as we lay there peacefully. "I think you liked it too." "Yes, sir! I surely did!" "My turn now," I said. "I want you give me a suck, but don't make me cum. Then I want you to ride my cock while I lay back, until I cum inside you." "I can do that just fine!" he said with a grin. DeShawn's still-erect penis popped out of my ass as his body wiggled down do he could suck me. Kneeling on the floor, between my wide-spread legs, he parted his lips and took me into his mouth. For several intense minutes, his talented tongue worked at my cock-head with an incredible technique, and then his lips slid down my shaft. He took fully half of my erection with one downward swoop, then backed off a little, then came down further. With rhythmic up-and-down motions he sucked me ever-deeper, effortlessly swallowing my cock into his tight throat, until he had taken the entire shaft, and his lips pressed against my short-trimmed pubic hair. I groaned with delight as he stayed all the way down on me, massaging my sensitive glans with his throat muscles. Damn! This kid had some impressive skills. When his mouth finally rose back up the shaft, he gasped for a breath, but them quickly slid all the way down again. He began a slow steady cadence of full-length suck-stokes that had my body writhing with sexual tension as I clutched at the satin sheets with my clenched fists. If he wasn't the best young-boy cock-sucker I've ever had, he was certainly near the top. Much as body demanded the relief of orgasm, I also wanted to take DeShawn up his beautiful brown-skinned ass. When I pulled his head away from my cock, it glistened with his saliva. He looked up at me and smiled. "Want me to ride you now?" "Yes, sweetie. I want it so much!" I replied. The bottle of lube was on the bed beside us, and he slathered the slippery fluid on my throbbing erection and reached back to quickly finger his anus. Then DeShawn straddled my hips, positioned my cock with his hand, and lowered his ass down onto me. As I slid all the way into him in one smooth movement, the look on his face was one of pure pleasure. His leg muscles began to flex, making my stiff penis slide back and forth inside his tight warm ass. With each up-stroke he dilated his anal muscle open, and on the down-stroke he clenched tight. Damn! That felt so incredible! I lay back, letting him pleasure me, as I watched his body move. My hands moved along his sleek thighs, then up to his smooth skinny chest, and down his taut belly to his exquisite penis. His slender boner had remained fully stiff throughout, and I couldn't resist masturbating it. Grabbing for the bottle of lube, I poured a generous amount on my hand and returned it to DeShawn's straining boy-cock. My whole fist began giving the boy a vigorous twisting hand job. At first it threw him off his rhythm, as his trembling body pausing briefly in its skillful mounting of my cock. Then he returned to the up-and-down ride, more quickly this time. My eyes and ears attested that he was enjoying our coupling every bit as much as I was. The growing pressure in my groin signaled that my orgasm was overdue. I began to thrust my hips up every time DeShawn lowered his hips down, and I increased the speed and pressure of my masturbating hand on his penis. Both our bodies went into over-drive as our mutual lust drove us to achieve our ultimate goal. He came first, his squealing whimper announcing his orgasm, as his tight anal muscle vibrated along my cock, sending me over the edge. I rode a wave of ecstasy as I spewed pulses of semen deep into the boy's trembling body. At last, I pulled him down onto me and hugged him fiercely as our mouths mashed together in a sloppy kiss. God, that was a good cum! We lay there together enjoying the afterglow of our fuck, and then it was over. My lust fully sated, I rose up to get dressed. DeShawn continued to lay naked on the bed, posing sexily for me. I pulled out my wallet and extracted several twenties and put them on the bedside table for his tip. "Thanks, sweetie. Next time I'm in New York, maybe we'll do it again." Walking out onto the bustling streets of Harlem, I felt like I was walking on a cloud in heaven. Like it? Write to me at bil47_new@yahoo.com