WARNING: This is a fantasy story containing graphic sexual
contact between an adult male and juveniles. Romany does not
condone nor support the sexual abuse of children. Romany
acknowledges the rights of freedom of speech and freedom of
opinions. It is your choice to read on. If you are not 18 years
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All names are purely fictional and any similarity to any person
living or dead is coincidental.


A Dangerous Infatuation 1: The Journey

By Romany

(M/g M/b)

At 63 years of age, Stephen Slade was still fit and virile; and
looked ten years younger so his daughter in-law told him. She’s
biased but Stephen appreciated the flattery. Stephen had retired
in his mid-fifties following a very successful career as an
investment broker. He was comfortably well off and looked forward
to a happy end to his life with his beloved Jessie. But Jessie
died of cancer when she was 57, and Stephen was 59. For the next
few years Stephen tried to learn to live without Jessie by
traveling the world to the places they had always talked about,
but never got to go together. His life changed when Stephen took
a guided tour of the Mekong River, from Ho Chi Minh City in Viet
Nam, up into Cambodia. Stephen shunned the more commercial tours
in favor of a smaller barge, which catered for no more than eight
customers. As such this tour also tended to stop at smaller
villages, rather than the bigger towns that the larger operators
frequented enroute to Phnom Penh in Cambodia. The tour was a
dream, surging quietly up the huge waterway towards Cambodia. The
trip was paced such that they had three overnight stops at
predetermined locations, served by small villages. The barge had
comfortable if not rudimentary cabins for the guests to bunk down
over night. His traveling companions were a group of Australians.
Three couples, all traveling together. They were amiable and
chatty, if not a little overbearing in singing the virtues of
their southern land, and Stephen generally enjoyed their company.
On the night of the second stop, just before dusk, Stephen had
decided to go into the village they had stopped at for the night.
He walked around the village with its very basic main street with
a small 711 type of supermarket, basic petrol station, two bars
and a number of buildings advertising bed and breakfast. Fanning
out from here were series of dirt streets along which there were
numerous houses. They were really huts, with large utilization of
bamboo and thatch roofs. Some had glass windows most had
shutters. None of the streets were paved and they were dusty and
dry,

Stephen stopped and sat down in one of the bars. It was now quite
dark and apart from a few locals, it was very quiet. They all
looked at him as he entered and then went back to what they were
doing as he sat at a table. Stephen had had two beers and,
looking at his watch, decided to head back to the barge. He
stepped out of the bar and had not gone ten yards when a
Cambodian man approached him and started talking in a low tone.
Stephen did not understand a word he said and he indicated he did
not know what he wanted. The man gently touched his arm and
lightly guided him in the direction of one of the side streets.
Stephen’s first reaction was to shake him off, but something
about him made him sense he was not a robber or thief and he
genuinely wanted to show him something and reluctantly followed.
What Stephen was about to see took him by surprise. He was led to
a small outbuilding behind a larger dwelling. As they walked past
the large building Stephen had a sense that he was being watched
from within. His senses heightened as he realized he may be the
front for more sinister players. However they quickly arrived at
the door of the small outbuilding and the man opened it and
walked inside, beckoning Stephen to follow. There was a small
lamp casting a dull light in the room and Stephen was able to
make out a cot just beyond the halo of light on the floor. The
man slowly turned up the lamp and the room lit up enough to
reveal a young girl of maybe 13 or 14 lying on the cot. She was
naked and was lying half on her side with her legs slightly
parted. Stephen could see the faint vermilion of her sex lips and
light shadow of dark pubic hair. He was stunned and froze at the
sight despite knowing he should flee. Maybe remonstrate angrily
with this man for bringing him here. But Stephen couldn't. She
was absolutely ravishing and he felt himself swallow as he looked
at her inviting come hither pose.

Stephen’s inaction prompted the man to gabble something angrily
at the girl and she immediately arranged herself so her legs
splayed further and Stephen saw the young sex lips gape. She
cupped her small pert breasts and sort of aimed them in his
direction while massaging them to make the nipples dance. Stephen
had virtually stopped breathing, or at least it was so shallow as
to be barely perceptible. And to his surprise, and with some
sense of shame, Stephen had quickly developed an erection in his
baggy cargo shorts. ‘My God’ Stephen thought. ‘I hold utter
contempt for men who are sexually involved with children;
fathers, uncles, brothers. All types of men; all are rapists. And
here I am aroused by an obvious offering of illicit sex with an
under-aged girl’. The man encouraged him to move forward. Stephen
looked at him dully and forced myself to utter the word "no". But
this nubile young girl transfixed him. Jessie and Stephen had had
two sons. Stephen had no experience with raising girls or any
idea of their development and young bodies. His first sexual
experiences were in his mid teens by which time Stephen was
basically dealing with fully matured young women. At least teen
girls within his age range. So this sight completely captivated
him. The man touched his arm and lightly urged him forward.
Stephen almost stumbled so leaden were his feet. Rooted to the
spot by the shame Stephen was feeling, yet able to move by the
sense of wonder and curiosity at gazing at the girl’s pubescent
sex. He eventually reached the edge of the cot and she looked
straight up at him. He could not see her face that well due to
the shadow his body cast; standing between her and the lamplight.
He was trying to adjust his eyes to the gloom surrounding her
upper torso and face when he felt her touch his shorts in the
groin area and he jumped and made to move backwards.

She was expertly able to discern which way his cock was laying
with deft fingers, and successfully closed her hand around it
inside his shorts. Stephen groaned audibly and a sharp pang of
longing ran through his loins and cock. For three years since
Jessie's death, Stephen had flogged his cock mercilessly in
frustration at the loss of regular conjugal coupling with his
lovely wife. Jessie and Stephen had good erotic sex all of their
lives. This seemed to increase once she got through the sexless
slump of menopause and they were active at least 3 to 4 nights a
week. Sometimes they nearly drove themselves to exhaustion. He
had been celibate since her untimely passing. This small hand on
his cock brought the feeling of sexual desire for another person
flooding back. A feeling he never ever sated by masturbation.

Stephen stood trembling and she realised she had him. Skillfully
her other hand undid the zipper on his shorts and she quickly
wrapped her warm palm around it and drew it out into the night.
The man touched Stephen’s shoulder and he jumped. The man bowed
and retreated backwards out of the hut shutting the door after
him. Stephen turned back to the girl who had drawn herself up
into a sitting position with her legs over the side of the cot in
front of him and after brie, she bowed forward and she took him
in her mouth. He was lost. She proceeded to give him an exquisite
blowjob, all the time working his rigid cock with her hands.
Arousal helped him overcome the shame he had felt, and placing
his hands in her jet-black hair, he held her head and slowly
began to move his hips; fucking her face. She was an expert and
he wasn't the first one who had stood before her like this, of
that he was certain. She manipulated him skillfully and soon he
felt he was about to blast her mouth with his cum and began to
probe her mouth with more urgency. To his surprise, sensing
Stephen was close she took him out of her mouth and lay back
across the cot with her shoulders against the wall, still holding
his cock. He was now able to see her face as she moved her upper
body and face out of the shadow cast by his body. She had a
knowing sultry look on her face and she held his gaze as she
pulled him to her by his cock. Stephen realised this young girl
knew she had this foreigner under her spell.

She drew him forward and he was compelled to stoop a little as
she guided his cock to her gaping young sex. He felt her rub the
head slowly up and down her slit and she drew her heels up off
the floor onto the edge of the cot and spread her knees. In this
position she urged him forward and Stephen engaged his cock head
in her young cunt. He couldn't stand the suspense of the waiting
for further moves on her part and without further encouragement,
he slowly pushed forward and her flesh yielded as he slid into
her warm wet hole. He would realise afterwards that she had
probably been already lubricated in preparation for some man like
him. There was no way she was sexually aroused such that she
could be this wet and easy to enter so soon. Stephen bottomed out
at about three quarters of his length and she slid her hand up
and took the edge of his shirt. She drew it over his head and he
helped her with one hand while he propped myself on the cot with
the other. Once they had discarded the shirt, this only left his
shorts to drop. Stephen quickly unbuttoned the top and they
dropped of their own accord. Clearly he had to disengage her to
remove his under shorts and he did this quickly before sinking
back into her tight warmth. He hooked her legs up outside his
upper arms and in this manner, simply fucked the girl as hard and
as deep as he could. By his very fucking movements he was able to
arrange her body so that he was lifting her butt up off the bed
as he stood stooped; and pushed into her, and her shoulders and
head slid down the wall so she lay across the cot and he
supported her butt. This way he got most of his cock immersed in
her on the in-stroke. She was tight yet her flesh was elastic as
he fucked her. Given his closeness to cumming during her oral
assault, Stephen did not last long and soon he was gasping and
grunting as he felt the surge of pleasure start back in his inner
groin. As his seed bubbled up his cock he finally gasped and
cried out and pumped her full of his semen. He settled into long
strokes as he emptied himself inside of her. She wrapped her legs
around his lower back to support herself, and they lay joined in
his afterglow. She stroked his back, and up to his hair, and
Stephen felt her give him a small butterfly kiss on each side of
his face. He drew back and looked at her face. She smiled and he
gulped and he was sure he had just fallen in love with this
erotic young angel.

As is the way of the male species, the ejaculation signaled a
rapid waning of libido and as Stephen grew flaccid, the shame and
embarrassment of the situation of a 63 year old man, with a girl
14 years old at best, took over. He slid out of her and quickly
reached down for his under shorts and pants. He pulled them up
quickly and dressed completely with his shirt. Stephen looked
down at her. She had a sad look on her face. Clearly she did not
expect him to go so soon. This man was rejecting her for any
further union. Stephen turned and walked to the door and opened
it. The man who had guided him there was standing across from the
hut at the end of the main building, smoking. Discarding the
cigarette, he rushed over to Stephen and began gently nudging him
back into the hut. Stephen resisted more firmly this time as he
wanted to flee and take stock of his actions. But the man kept
urging him, and Stephen could make out the words "fifty dollar"
and he made the universal mime motion of a complete entity using
has hands and arms to form a circle in the air in front of him,
and looked up at the night. He was telling him he could have this
young girl for the whole night for 50 dollars. Stephen looked at
him aghast knowing knew the man had pimped her and Stephen would
have expected a much steeper price than 50 dollars for the fuck,
let alone have her all night. Yet she expected it, which is why
she looked sad when Stephen began to leave. Stephen stood
nonplussed. He reached into his cargos leg pocket and took out
the slim billfold he kept his US dollars in. He peeled of two
twenties and handed it to the man who looked surprised then
pleased and quickly took the money. Not fifty dollars, but eighty
percent of a nights work for less than fifteen minutes. Stephen
fled the vicinity, almost in a trot, until he was sure he had put
sufficient distance between himself and the venue of his carnal
mistake. He felt disgusted with himself.

He trudged back to the barge and went to the men's cabin as
quietly as he could. It was empty. The three Australian couples
were out and about somewhere. Stephen hoped they had not seen him
and guessed where he had been and what happened. He washed
himself using a small ewer and bowl provided for basic ablutions
and crawled into his bunk. He lay awake for thinking about the
danger of what he had done. He could have contracted some STD; or
the man may be being watched by authorities on the lookout for
locals providing underage children to western pedophiles. There
was a new surge of world wide attention being given to countries
that either permitted, or could not handle, sexual exploitation
of young children. He pretended to be asleep when the Australian
men arrived back but it was sometime until Stephen eventually
drifted off. The shame and excitement of the evening had him
confused. He always had taken a low view of perverts and abusers
who preyed on young children. Yet here he was having not long ago
committed the very acts that had been repugnant to him.

The next morning they moved onwards up the river towards their
final destination of Phnom Penh where the trip would end, two
more days on. Stephen was intending to move into Thailand from
Phnom Penh. As they chugged up the river, he sat near the back of
the barge reflecting on his defiling of the young girl. Who was
he fooling? He had liked it very much. And the shame and guilt of
last night had dissipated with the realisation that he was one of
only three people who knew, and he wasn't about to tell anyone;
any more than they knew who Stephen was to expose him to the
authorities. And as caregivers they were clearly prostituting
her, so they were unlikely to spill the beans lest they be
implicated in the abuse cycle. Stephen was starting to feel more
comfortable his deed would never be revealed when the barge
master arrived at his shoulder with a cup of the foul coffee his
wife, who prepared basic lunches and snacks, had brewed. Stephen
smiled and took it, not wanting to hurt their feelings. Stephen
would of course pour it over the side when he wasn't looking. The
captain hovered nearby occasionally looking forward to where one
of the Australians was steering the barge. Apparently the man had
some sort of sailboat in Australia and he was more than competent
to helm the sluggish craft.

“You can go back," the barge master said with a grin. He had
rotten teeth and Stephen grimaced as he smiled in his face.

"What do you mean?” Stephen asked.

"By bus. From the next village. Go back," he said smoothly;
almost leering at Stephen.

Stephen gazed into his lined face under the gleaming white
captain's cap he wore. He took his thumb and forefinger of one
hand and quickly pushed the index finger of his other hand back
and forth through the ring they formed. This was a universal
symbol for sexual intercourse. Stephen’s mouth dropped open and
the captain realised Stephen understood. ‘How the hell did he
know?’ Stephen thought, his mind racing. ‘He must have been in on
it. They must have singled me out, as I was alone. No partner’.
The captain grinned slyly and nodded, as he knew Stephen
understood.

"Go back. Very good. Very fine fucky," the captain said looking
quickly over his shoulder as if someone might hear.

The bastard was trying to drum up more business for the guy and
girl. No doubt he took a cut by delivering the foreigners to the
girl. Stephen shook his head emphatically and said "no" firmly.
The captain looked disappointed at his apparent intransigence and
eventually shrugged his shoulder and went back to the wheelhouse.
‘Very fine fucky’ indeed. Had he tasted the young girl’s warmth?
Stephen shuddered. He knew he had bared-backed her, as the saying
goes. No condom. What sort of nasty surprised lurked just around
the corner if she was prolific in entertaining willing suitors
for a buck? Stephen felt a pang of disgust at the thought of
contracting some nasty STD. Maybe even AIDS. On the other hand,
Stephen knew enough to know that the reason for the growing
problem of child prostitution in third world countries was in a
forlorn effort for crude men to ensure that they were screwing
preteens and pubescent virgins and thereby reducing the chance of
HIV. Stephen waited until the captain took the helm back from the
Australian and tipped the brown shit he called coffee into the
great muddy river.

But Stephen did go back. Lying in the sun as they homed into
their berth for this night, his erection returned unwillingly and
Stephen thought of the carnal pleasure the young girl had
provided. No questions asked for 50 bucks. He went ashore and
after searching the shops in this larger township, hen was able
to buy a packet of 5 condoms. This satisfied him regarding the
safe sex worries he had had earlier that day. The following
morning Stephen went to the barge master and with a bullshit
story that he would like to go back down the river to the general
area where they had been, having supposedly being told that there
were rookeries of exotic river birds they had missed seeing. An
area the bigger tours deviated up small side rivers to show their
patrons. The barge master nodded his agreement of his decision
enthusiastically and offered to give him a pass to transfer to
another barge that was two days behind. Stephen agreed this was a
good solution. He packed his bags and bid farewell to the
Australians, and as they pulled out to continue up the river,
Stephen sat in a small bus bumping his way back towards the
village they had stayed at last night. He gave his fellow
travelers the story about wanting to photograph the exotic birds.
To his horror they pondered whether or not they should do this
also. He suspected they did not want to admit somebody else may
actually have gotten more out this journey than they had; such
was their rather superior attitude. Eventually one of the wives
asserted her view that they stay on their schedule, as they were
to move onto Thailand from here, and they had prepaid their
accommodation. She thankfully won the day. They gave him their
email addresses promising to keep in touch and wishing him well,
they said good-bye.

Stephen arrived at the village just after dusk and booked into
one of the small bed and breakfast places he had spotted the
night before. He went out immediately to a different bar to the
one he had visited the previous night and had a beer and a sticky
rice dish accompanied with what was allegedly pork meat.
Following this he left the bar, and as was the case the night
before, the same man approached him from the shadows. Somehow
Stephen knew this man, this pimp, had expected him. He led him to
the same small out-building and there was the young girl Stephen
had fucked the night before. She had her hair tied in two high
pony tails either side of the back of her head. There were dirty
red bows holding the hair tight. On the pillow lay a tattered
teddy bear and this evening she wore a small pair of grubby white
panties. The whole tenor was to present her as a young child;
which she actually was despite having hit puberty. Stephen waited
until the man left and walked over and stood before her. There
wasn’t a lot of point in behaving as if this was anything other
than sex so Stephen quickly shuck his shorts and shirt. He kicked
his open-toe sandals across the floor to where his shirt and
shorts had landed and stood naked. He walked back to the cot; his
stiff cock waving in front of him, and he stood in front of her.
Without a word or second look she took him in one hand and cupped
his large balls with the other. She opened her pert mouth and
without the slightest pause took him as far down her throat as
she could manage. Judging by the guttural gurgling she made,
Stephen was as deep as she could manage his cock. He was
absolutely astounded to see that nearly all of his not
unsubstantial cock was in her throat and she worked the remaining
length towards the base, with her small hand as she fondled his
balls expertly. Stephen allowed this for about three to four
minutes, feeling the sap rise from within. Eventually he came
with a gasp and groan with his cock forced as far into her mouth
as she could stand. There was no chance of the semen bubbling
back or even her tasting it as he simply flooded her gullet until
he gasped in conclusion and let her eventually withdraw the still
hard length. Playfully she swirled her tongue and kept glancing
up at his face as she laved and cleansed his cock.

Stephen had seen stars at the pleasure she had given him but at
the risk of letting the whole occasion pall, due to his cumming
so soon, he slid his hand into her underpants and sought out the
opening between her legs. She helped him shuck the garment and
she lay back on the cot and watched his hands first purse her sex
lips, then splay her open, and then insinuate themselves between
the lips. He spent the next few minutes sitting near her head,
looking down her body as she lay on the cot with legs splayed;
and he studied the anatomy of her youthful sex. The thick outer
labia lips crowned the chubby mounds that formed the crease with
her inner groin. The crinkled inner labia and the pink inside of
the vaginal opening looked delicate and fragile in comparison. He
bent his head down to inspect this part of a female; that he had
never seen in one so young seen before. As he inspected and
fingered her young sex, Stephen felt one of her hands slide
across his nearest thigh and her hand grasped his semi erect
cock. She slowly reciprocated his fondling of her sex and Stephen
was delighted to realise he was now fully hard again. He also new
that cumming a second time would take longer. But as such, he
would be able to spend more time fucking her with his mind as
well as his cock; therefore prolong the carnal satisfaction and
control of taking her at his leisure. The ultimate in the male
sexual ego transformed into domination by the crude rutting in
her young body. He was going to fuck her young ass off. He rolled
her over and lifted her legs around and onto the floor. She was
now face down; bending over the cot with her feet flat on the
floor. He nudged her feet apart with a knee and stood behind her
as he retrieved the Trojans from his cargo shorts pocket. He
split the foil seal with his teeth and removed the rolled rubber.
She never looked back once but stared ahead at the wall the cot
was pushed against, waiting for the inevitable thickness that
would stretch her young hole. Stephen rolled the thin rubber
membrane over his thick cock. He had never used these before, and
he was surprised at how slick the outer seemed. He wasn’t sure
whether it was a liquid lubrication but the slippery rubber would
make penetration of the small opening, that much easier.

He positioned himself between her narrow hips, with her buttocks
spread by the act of crouching forwarding with her legs apart,
and Stephen could make out the dark hole framed by the lighter
colored fleshy mound; split in the middle by the twin labia. With
one hand he eased his cock into the general direction and soon
felt the head engage against her flesh and he was able to quickly
penetrate her beyond the flared head of the cock, and satisfied
he was sufficiently engaged, he took his handoff his cock and
pushed firmly into her. Taking her young hips in his hands he
slowly fucked in and out; each time gaining further entry to her
warm tunnel. When he finally bottomed out, an inch or so of his
cock was still visible. She groaned in discomfort as he nudged
deeper inside her so his pubic hair was pressed against her
taught buttocks. He was hard up against her young cervix and the
first noises of discomfort grew more regular in her throat. She
felt full and stretched wide by the man’s cock. She had endured
this many times. Why did men want to go so deep in her? Stephen
fucked her simply and slowly; He did not always shove balls deep
and she moved her legs a little to allow him a straight entry
without the stretching of her vaginal opening. He fucked her for
maybe fifteen minutes. Each time he felt his sap rise he slowed
and held her close; remaining patient to stall the rising
release. He would feel the pleasure subside and so he worked her
faster and deeper to bring back that delicious balance he felt in
control with; and she would groan whenever he pushed too deep
inside.

She had been crouched this way so long her inner groin ached and
her sex felt raw and irritated as the lubricating effect of the
condom had dissipated. There was no natural libido from her as
she wasn’t aroused by the sex. The low moan changed to a sharp
‘uhuh, uhuh’ and a sharp intake of breath followed by a stifled
sob, each time he quickened the pace and pushed deep and bumped
her cervix. Eventually he couldn’t hold out any longer and he
felt the first dribble of semen that signals the onset of orgasm
after a prolonged period of trying to hold back. The end came
quickly and he fucked her so hard that he practically lifted her
feet off the floor as he shoved up and into her and this brought
about louder moans of discomfort from her, as he used her young
body. By now he was inserted to the balls inside her and she was
gasping and wincing as he thrust each wad of his orgasm into the
condom, separating the flesh of their bodies. Finally he wrung
the last drop of cum from his body and sagged behind her in
exhaustion at the effort of fucking; and the tremendous relief of
the release. Eventually he slowly withdrew and she let her torso
drop to the cot and lay there breathing heavily. He was under no
allusion that she had not enjoyed this. It was a task she had
been forced and trained to do by her caregivers and she simply
endured it as best she could. Stephen looked at the slim boyish
buttocks and the gaping of her ravaged sex. She sunk down to
kneeling as if in prayer. He could see the dust from the floor on
the skin of the upturned soles of her small feet. He slid the
condom off his cock and after looking around and not finding some
sort of trash can, he threw it onto the floor near the wall of
the hut. His cock glistened from the cum it had been soaking in
inside the latex. A small dribble hung from the underside of the
head and his crotch was wet from the sweat of exertion. He felt a
buzz in his whole nether regions. What a great fuck that was. He
moved beside her and grasped one of the columns of hair that
draped on the bed beside her head. She turned sharply as Stephen
pulled it and he dragged her head around-on of the cot; taking
him in her hands and laved him clean with her mouth.

The night passed and Stephen buried himself into her young body
three more times before sunrise. Twice on her back and the last
pre-dawn effort saw him lying with his head back against the
wall; lying across the cot as she straddled him with the soles of
her feet on the edge of the bed and her hands on his chest, and
she slowly bobbed up and down on his latex covered cock. He was
sure she was grateful at the opportunity to manage the depth of
penetration as well as the rate of movement and she seemed a lot
more placid and quiet as she fucked him like she was a velvet
glove tightly wrapped around his cock. Given how game she was and
how stoically she took his vigorous assaults, he sensed she was
grateful he allowed her the final control of the last effort hen
could muster. She seemed more involved with the preparation and
penetration this time. Stephen was literally fucked and
desperately needed sleep. She cleaned him with her mouth one last
time and he helped her back onto the bed. Her pigtails were now
in a mess as the ties had slipped down each captive rope of hair
and the ribbons were long gone. Likewise the teddy bear had
vanished off the bed during the second fuck while she lay on her
back trying to gently fend him off penetrating her too deeply. He
dressed and with hardly a look at her lying on the cot, turned
and stepped into the morning. He walked maybe ten feet before the
man appeared at his arm holding his palm for the money. Stephen
laughed quietly and took the fifty dollars he had in his pocket
and handed it to the man. He beamed and snatched the money and
gave a series of shallow bows and mumbled something as Stephen
strode off back to the Bed and Breakfast. No one was yet about
and Stephen quickly went indoors to his simple room at the rear
of the house. He climbed into the lumpy bed and passed out.

Stephen returned to the hut once more that next evening. The man
was waiting, as was the same girl. The pack of condoms was now
holding only 1 of the 5 it previously contained which curbed his
activities somewhat. Stephen wanted to ensure he was safe in this
young body whose sexual history he could not know. So he was
limited to one complete act of penetration. Knowing this he
contented himself by allowing her to demonstrate her prestigious
oral prowess and suck him to orgasm. He deliberately pulled most
of his cock from her throat to ensure the spilling of his cum
from the corners of her mouth a carnal buzz out of seeing his
seed dribble down her chin onto her young breasts. He contented
himself working the slick mess over her boobs and tweaked her
nipples and slicked his fingers over here little brown nubbins.
He interspersed the blowjobs and cum shower by fucking her dog
fashioned as he had done the night before. For this act of wanton
lust he used the last remaining condom. By dawn he was again
sated from the sex and after paying off the man, he trooped back
to the bed and breakfast house. Later that day the barge coming
up from Viet Nam pulled into the dock and Stephen presented
himself to the barge master. He authenticated the voucher given
him by the previous barge master and Stephen made his way to the
men’s bunkroom.  He stayed out of sight that evening, preferring
to eat the simple rice fare that was always served each dinner
time. There were eleven travelers on this barge. They were a
collection of French and German men and women. None of who were
attached to each other, and a Dutch couple on their honeymoon.
Stephen wondered if any of the young French or German men would
find sexual solace with the young girl he had spent the three
nights with. The barge chugged up the mighty river and eventually
they arrived at Phnom Penh.

Stephen went on to Thailand. But instead of going to Bangkok as
planned he went south to a tourist area east of the resort of
Phuket. Given the learning moments of his nights in Cambodia, he
soon found where the girls were to be had and for another week he
gorged himself on a range of Thai beauties. The youngest was
described as 16, which is the age of consent in Thailand, but
Stephen was certain she was no older than the Cambodian girl who
definitely wasn't 16. He dipped further into moral depravity and
before leaving hen had one of the most erotic nights of his life
when the young girl he took back to his hotel, turned out to be a
young man. A Thai Ladyboy. He was clearly of age, yet she had
attracted him because of her youthful appearance. He was so
beautifully presented Stephen never realised her true gender
until he had his hands thrust in her silk panties. Given the
rites of passage Stephen had traveled the last week or so, rather
than react badly he pressed forward with her and treated her just
as if she were one of the girl prostitutes Stephen had had the
previous nights. She was delighted Stephen had not reacted badly
when finding a cock in her panties, and welcomed the repeated
sodomy; and Stephen fucked her as if he were vaginally taking a
girl. She groaned and gasped convincingly as Stephen reamed her
tight anal cavity. Stephen couldn’t believe she was so tight
despite the obvious regularity he was used this way. The teen boy
was beautiful with perfect skin; yet the nice sized cock hanging
between his legs was a bizarre yet delectable counterpoint to the
dark nipples and aureole, and firm breasts.

Stephen had had a cock in his lips many times some years before
he was married. It began when he was no more than fourteen when
he became a very willing mouth for a friend of his father’s who
had kindly given him a job after school in his auto shop. The man
had a secret predilection for young men or boys, and given the
trust Stephen had in this family friend, he allowed himself to be
seduced by him. The man taught him how to fellate him, and
Stephen became his warm mouth for about eight months or more. The
boy was well paid for his after school work in the shop! Over the
next fifteen months Stephen was moved secretly onto two other
older men; by referral from the previous ones. It was always
strange to Stephen that none of the men who he had so willingly
serviced with his mouth ever attempted anal sex with him. One was
decent enough to give him a hand job occasionally but the other
two simply used his mouth for their gratification; taking no
interest in satisfying him. And it was curious how Stephen grew
up being disgusted with pedophiles yet had willingly consented to
the sex he had participated in. On any scale, the men were the
very types he came to abhor when reading about sex abuse in
newspapers, or seeing news clips on TV. To his adolescent mind,
he wanted this so it was OK. He eventually broke their abuse
cycle when he had his first sex with a girl at sixteen. He loved
it and never looked back at men except for a brief flirtation
with bisexuality during his college years where had had his first
anal sex as a top. It was with the gay twin brother of a girl he
dated. Stephen recognized early in their relationship that the
boy was gay; and eventually his girlfriend realised Stephen was
fucking the both of them. She dumped him like a stone and this
sadly killed off the relationship with her brother. Stephen had
enjoyed his initiation to homosexual sex and it never ever
crossed his mind to expose the three men who used him in his
teens. No more than Stephen would confess to screwing his first
real girlfriend when they were both under age.

Despite the grunting and groaning, his Ladyboy was without doubt
the most energetic of any of the Thai girls; and on a par at
giving head with his Cambodian girl. Stephen continued with him
on this homosexual route as a way of rounding out his experience
and had he stayed longer, he would have stayed with him at the
expense of any other of the girls available. But he had to return
home as his vacation was at an end. As he sat on the plane from
Bangkok to LA and relived the carnal moments of the last week and
he stood and jacked himself vigorously into the toilet pan. Once
back home he thought about that young Cambodian girl and the
subsequent events; and following a brief visit to each his two
married sons, he returned home to plan another sex gourmet trip.
He had been totally seduced by this immoral practice of sex with
underage girls. Despite the age of some of the Thai girls and boy
being legal, he was most aroused when frequent pangs of shame
when he viewed his oldest grand daughter Sophie; his son Gary and
wife Jen's middle child. She was twelve and on the cusp of
puberty. Stephen found myself looking guardedly at her and
imaging her naked; wondering what her hairless sex would look
like, and taste like. There were times he looked at her speaking
and wondered how her mouth would look around his cock head. He
was going through the wildest fantasies about her and it was some
relief when he finally moved onto his other son Andy and his wife
Gwen, who had two boys. Even despite the recent anal sex with the
young Thai Ladyboy, Stephen he had with their cousin Sophie. But
he now fitted the profile of the abused becoming the abuser. His
past experiences had led him to repeat the same abuse that had
been suffered on him. The key was that they were all young. That
was his vice now.

He traveled to Mexico. Stephen had been able to find out the
areas were a young girl could be had without the prying eyes of
moral do-gooders. The internet is full of all sorts of wondrous
information. It wasn’t hard to pick up the undercurrent of sex
tourism. It was close and cheap to travel there. Of course the
age of consent was younger than the US so in reality most of the
teen girls (and boys) were legal in Mexico. On his first visit to
Mexico Stephen spent nights locked between the legs of youthful
prostitutes of legal age. But during his first long weekend
visit, Stephen uncovered the source of much younger and allegedly
more innocent girls than the practiced youthful whores he had
during his first day there. On a second visit south of the
border, he traveled out into the countryside to a small village,
and bought a young girl for the night and shacked up with her in
a room furnished with a cot and wash stand; in the back of a
souvenir shop in a back street. It was a front for the roaring
trade of illicit sex and he was compelled to use this tiny room
with its rickety cot as the flood of cliental had the secret
bordellos ‘full up’ as the middle aged woman who guided him here,
put it. He took what he could get and he entered it with relish.
The youngest girl Stephen spent one of his three nights with had
tiny breasts and little pubic hair and hen reckoned she was no
more than eleven or twelve at the oldest. She wasn’t very good
and obviously still a novice with men. She was in apparent fear
of what Stephen might do and as such it was less than an erotic
experience. Perhaps that was poetic justice given Stephen had
sacrificed all his past moral integrity in this quest for under
aged sexual encounters that had always abhorred. It didn’t stop
him partially penetrating her tight sex and cumming several times
inside and over her stomach and face. But it wasn’t that great,
and he admonished himself and decided he had reached the bottom
limit of age that realistically excited him. She was too young.
He learned he was more interested in pubescent girls; not
preteens.

Given his time with the Ladyboy in Thailand, Stephen indulged
himself by enjoying a young brown skinned Mexican boy on the last
night there. He had voiced his desire for more variety when the
woman minder returned with the same girl Stephen had had the
night before. The girl sat bored, idly looking straight ahead in
the front seat of the battered pickup truck that transported
these chickens for the plucking. The minder acted out having an
idea (though Stephen suspect it was a well used Plan B) and ‘por
favor’ she left and returned about thirty minutes later with the
young boy who looked about thirteen or fourteen. His name was
Pepe and he wasn't a novice to the feel of Gringo cock in his
brown ass. He was blessed with the beauty and innocence of youth.
He toiled stoically with Stephen’s cock in his mouth; and lay
face down on the cot and held his young buttocks open as Stephen
greased his ring with the lubricant he had thoughtfully brought
in a small rainbow colored cloth shoulder bag. The bag also
contained a handful of condoms and a small packet of
pre-moistened towelettes. Stephen learned it was all he needed as
the boy alternated between sucking him to orgasm, later followed
by having his asshole greased and entered for slow fucking, until
Stephen was delirious with pleasure. Each time Stephen had
groaned and slipped out of his tight canal, he would take a small
cloth and wipe the lube and sweat from their bodies and around
the dark pucker; occasionally forcing a finger inside the cloth,
and into the tight rectum. The small moist cloth smelled as if
was impregnated with lanolin or aloe. When used the last condom
of the four the boy had brought with him, Stephen fucked him
twice more before daybreak. Stephen spewed into the boy’s tight
unprotected ass as he gasped at the depth Stephen went to while
cumming. Stephen finally wiped the cum and the shitty brown mucus
which seeped from the boy’s hole on the final withdrawal, from
the sucking asshole. As he prepared to leave, Pepe gathered the
soiled cloths and the discarded condoms into a plastic bag and
place them in his shoulder bag. He did this neatly and
deliberately. He was well trained and such a considerate bottom
boy. Stephen watched from the open window of the room as he
walked to an old beat up pickup with his minder. It was the same
stocky woman in a faded blue denim dress and long hair plaited in
one braid down her back. She looked back at the window and
Stephen saw she was glaring at him as she got into the pickup and
waited for the teen to struggle the large door open and climb up
beside her. He must have told her about being sodomised without
the condoms. She had her money so she could just go. But all good
things must end and Stephen returned home. He was sated but
happy.

So this became his holiday life. Stephen journeyed back Mexico
once more for a long weekend. He did try Sao Paulo in Brazil
once, but the vibe there was of imminent danger of personal
violence, so he never returned. He occasionally cruised around
the beaches and swimming pools to satisfy his carnal musings and
remind himself of his desire for pubescent bodies. But he had
resolved never to satisfy this new addiction here in the US.
Instead he became a frequent visitor to porn on the Internet
while practicing a strong will not to transgress on his back
doorstep, so to speak. That was until he came to know Poppy from
next door. She was three years older now, than when her family
had moved in. But that is another story.

Stephen’s Slade’s story to be continued….

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